Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 8, 2008 5:20:52 GMT -5
MEMAI
"I mean, really, thank you." Roxy looked to Seraph with such a glimmer in her eyes, the built girl wanted (more than anything) to just throw up.
'What's with this kid? "Listen kid, I just did what I had to do. I'm glad to help and all, but..." She leaned back in her seat, cutting off the conversation, changing the subject, "You're a Bullworth kid, 'pretty sure you know that Wigglesworth bitch."
"Know her?"
"Yeah, skinny-ass of a liar, pigtails and all, spoilt."
"I hate her." Roxy felt a tinge of guilt for saying such a thing, she never said anything bad about anyone ever, bar Derby Harrington. She was the kind of a girl who would believe that everyone had a good side or some such nonsense. Little did she know, that it was the very girl she claimed hate was the very one who let the truth out. "But yes, I know her."
"Where is she?"
"She's still at the school, I haven't seen her since this afternoon, coming out of the office."
"Great." Seraph got up, ready to leave, ready to rip out the skinny girl's face for all the trouble she's gone through. Just for goddamned make-up. You would think she'd have half the mind to get better timing!
"W-Wait..." One weak, coughing little voice was all it took to silence the room, to stop the girl from leaving and have her turn to its direction. There was Johnny Vincent, proud face still there, albeit bruised and chipped, but all the same... "Wait, what's... what's your name?
The Greasers in the ward looked at the girl, with exception of two; Roxy took new interest in her shoes and Benji was far more interested in his light-hearted chat with Megan.
There was no doubt, she was the very same one they saw at those games, not that they'd share the same vigour as they did with the Jocks when football season came, but she was the cheerleader that stood out the most. Despite the bulk and the built, she was quite agile, striking with her hair and eyes.
"You'd like that wouldn't you? Just another name for you to remember in your teeny boyish dreams?" Seraph raised an eyebrow, awaiting a response.
"Tch. You wish. I just want another face to spit at when we lose a game," a cocky laugh, drenched in sarcasm, "No, just t'let the boys know who saved their asses this time."
She turned to Roxy, then to Johnny, "Seraph."
"Seraph, eh?"
"Shut up." She left, silver hair astounding some of the doctors on her way out, nurses dismissing it as the new and crazy trends teenagers so willingly followed.
I'm a Bayonette. I'm my own person, I'll have you know.
Not that any of you'd care, anyway.
As she left, the last fleeting sounds of footsteps and the distant 'ding' of the elevator, the greaser leader turned to Roxy, who almost jumped in start at the intensity of the glare he was giving her.
"Goddamnit." He said quietly, "What the Hell did we do to go through all that sorta shit for you?"
The English girl was tired, angry, frustrated, upset, worried, too many negative emotions wracking her brain and being. Thus, one would hardly expect the usually docile and collected girl to snap, "For not trusting me, for thinking that every stupid little Aquaberry-wearing person and beyond are nothing but stuck-up, no-good, money-laundering hell hounds."
She got up, but before stomping her way to Kay, she looked at Johnny one last time, "Granted, you had every right to be upset at me for lying to you, but to hold it as if I casterated you, as if I had your head off and paraded the whole of America with it, that's just plain daft."
"'Ey! What kind of a world you livin' in anyway? You think that every one of those no-good rich kids are all kind an' good, don'tcha?"
"Who are you to tell me such a thing? Did you honestly think that I enjoy living this stupid life of luxury? Why did you think I wanted to come to you and your little clique here? I've hardly had a taste of reality, why are you to deny me that? Just because I wear expensive clothes?"
"No, but I tell'ya one thing, you were jus' as gooda liar as they all were. You had us fooled."
Roxy's heart sank, deep. She bit her bottom lip and lowered her head, clenching her fist and letting her body freeze over. She despised lying, she was a terrible liar. "Tell ya what though, you make one helluva nurse."
She could feel his smile, "Thank you."
x x x x x
Morning came.
The start of a new day.
And the start of many, many headaches.
From his bed, Benji could see Crabblesnitch looking at angered parents outside the ward, though the conversation nothing but a muffled whisper to him. There was Mr. and Mrs. Romano to Peanut's side, looking at him in a mix of relief and anger. There was Lola hovering over Johnny, lovingly feeding him grapes and calling him cutesy names. Vance, dear as he was, had hapless Pedro holding mirrors up for him, the small boy shooting waves off at Benji at every moment Vance looked away.
Kay had Trent beside her, both of them sharing some maniacal story of some sort. Knowing them both, it probably involved fire. Lots of it. With an explosion at the end. Wait... was that Anne running past with blood on her hands? Lord knows what that girl had been up to, Benji being surprised that it wasn't Roxy who hijacked a patient and decided to operate.
But instead, she stood in a corner, wearing a lovely white dress, hands behind her and looking just a bit solemn. Sighing and longing. He smiled her way, just in time she looked at him, "Hey..."
"Hi..." She said quietly, sitting by his bedside, "How're you this morning, still aching?"
Benji felt a seering pain as he tried to sit up, flashing an expression of pain for a minute, but quickly veiled it with a feigned smile, "I'm... well, I could be doing better but... COOKIES!" Roxy kindly shoved a gleaming basket on the boy's lap.
"I had my chef made them just for you."
Benji was almost in tears, "Oh god... this. Is. So. GOOD!" He wolfed more down, wiping crumbs away from the corners of his mouth, "So..." He said with a mouth full, "Did you stay here all night or..." A gulp, "Did you leave me here in this scary hospital?"
"I... I stayed here, yes. I had to phone my parents though. They thought... they thought I was here for another reason," Roxy shook her head, but shuddered on the inside, "Granted, when they heard that Kay was in here, they let me stay, having my butler send some things over."
"Your parents know that psycho Nerd?"
"Briefly, but they see the good in her." The English girl took a cookie and a bite out of it, "Although I wasn't with her, nor you."
"Then? Were you outside?"
She looked away for a moment, taking smaller bites, "... Actually, I was with Peanut."
"Glad I wasn't awake to hear your dramatic, teenaged lover lines."
"..."
"I mean, he was awake, right? He needs his rest and all, am I right?" Roxy...? Are you okay?
"He didn't say a word to me."
"You sure he wasn't asleep?"
"He wasn't," she shook her head for emphasis, "I even poked him a little at the sides, nothing. I'm not sure what's going on with that boy."
"Bah! One minute he's telling you thing and the next he lets manly pride in his way. I say forget 'im!"
"I wish I could."
"C'mon... you can't be completely hung up over the guy, can you? I mean, last I heard he... he disappointed a few choice ladies."
"I don't care."
"You know what?" Benji laid back, enjoying another cookie, "I wish more people would say that."
"Doesn't everyone?"
"Yeah..."
Smiles and a jealous, hurt look from brown eyes.
x x x x x
Like many lovestruck teens hopelessly stuck in their lovestruck dramas, Roxy stood, posed against the railing of the building's balcony. She had to return home soon, it was just a little after noon, the lunch-time jam already choking the small town roads. There were pedestrians, bags full of food, some taken out of their plastic and paper, already being munched away by hungry working people.
She sighed.
They were living the real life, and she had yet to take one small lick of it. It was one thing being the greasers, but simply hanging with them during chemistry, english and lunch, it didn't mean a thing. She still carried her large wads of money, she was attempting to be thrifty (but failing). But she accomplished one thing though, she had disproved some of the greaser's stereotype of her being cruel, heartless and snobbish. And she had made the discovery that they really were giant, tough boys, protecting a soft sentimental heart on the inside.
Whatever.
She heard someone come up to her, a small bump at the back of her leg. "Hey." It was Peanut.
"Oh, now you're talking to me?" She folded her arms, tapped her foot and looked away.
"Look, I... I dinna know what to say, okay?" The greaser sat in his wheelchair, drumming the armrest in frustration. Why did girls have to be so difficult?
"But I had plenty to say to you, you knew that, didn't you?"
"'Course I did."
"Then?"
"I guess... I guess... gah. I dunno." He turned away. Damn teens and their denial, "I was thinking, I guess."
"Thinking?"
"About us."
"There isn't much to think about," Roxy faced him now, leaning against the rail, "We fancied each other, we fell for each other. I lied to you, you got upset. We both ran home crying. We got into fights, big ones, we got hurt. Then we decided to be smart for all of five minutes and realised that love is perfectly ecstatic without the goddamned prejudice."
"Stop... stop using all those big, fancy words please... my head hurts."
"We love each other, we don't need to pretend that we don't, just because I'm rich and you're..."
"Say it."
"Poor." She said quietly. "So what's it going to be? Are you going to toss me aside or accept me all the same?"
"I dunno."
"How could you not know? You know, you boys are a mystery; one minute, you kiss me, the next day you practically LOOM over me, wanting nothing more to kill me. Then I find you've been crying over me, telling me to stay safe. And now...?"
He gave up, turning away and ready to wheel himself back into his bed.
"Don't leave... please." He could hear her, still inching away, but came to a halt as he heard what he did next, "Not... not again. Please. You always leave me when I... I..." Her voice began to crack, quicker than lightning, she found herself by his side, on her knees, begging, "Please!"
"Get up, c'mon, don't do this."
"Why not? Excluding Derby, you're the only one to have me begging. Give me the time of day, even a minute, that's all I ask from you!"
"You can do better."
"Do better?"
"Yeah, I mean... you can do better than me, can'tcha? What's a poor kid like me got? Nothin'. You're better off with some rich guy."
"You've a heart. That actually works. You actually liked me, genuinely, you wouldn't dare lie, and for one moment. I know you didn't care if I rich, poor, stupid, smart, whatever. And unlike the majority of the male populace, you didn't even care if I looked like a bloody twelve year old. You still treated me like a lady."
He flinched in his seat, not wanting to be wraught with guilt.
"I know somewhere, deep down, you still like me. I know you don't want to give me up just because you decided to be dramatic for one minute in your life.
"We can do this."
"Girls," he turned to her, "Girls talk too damn much."
She looked up to him in her kneeled position, frightened, afraid that she had tripped the line once more and angered the poor boy, "H... huh?"
"Why talk?"
"Uh..."
Faster than she could react, two cold, rough hands cupped her face, bringing them closer to a pair of eager lips. They were chapped, unkept, but they were a familiar pair all the same. She melted. Shoulders relaxed, smiling into the kiss.
"Stick with me, and you'll be okay," he smiled, seeing her remember the very first few lines he had said to her, "'Cause real life starts when we're both out of this hellhole, Bullworth."
Yesterday my life was in ruin
Now today God knows what I'm doing
Anyway I should be doing all right
Doing all right...
Doing all right...[/b]
I love you...
The more dangerous,
And more powerful words,
you'd ever say to anyone.
Good things may come to an end
But better things last a lifetime.
"I mean, really, thank you." Roxy looked to Seraph with such a glimmer in her eyes, the built girl wanted (more than anything) to just throw up.
'What's with this kid? "Listen kid, I just did what I had to do. I'm glad to help and all, but..." She leaned back in her seat, cutting off the conversation, changing the subject, "You're a Bullworth kid, 'pretty sure you know that Wigglesworth bitch."
"Know her?"
"Yeah, skinny-ass of a liar, pigtails and all, spoilt."
"I hate her." Roxy felt a tinge of guilt for saying such a thing, she never said anything bad about anyone ever, bar Derby Harrington. She was the kind of a girl who would believe that everyone had a good side or some such nonsense. Little did she know, that it was the very girl she claimed hate was the very one who let the truth out. "But yes, I know her."
"Where is she?"
"She's still at the school, I haven't seen her since this afternoon, coming out of the office."
"Great." Seraph got up, ready to leave, ready to rip out the skinny girl's face for all the trouble she's gone through. Just for goddamned make-up. You would think she'd have half the mind to get better timing!
"W-Wait..." One weak, coughing little voice was all it took to silence the room, to stop the girl from leaving and have her turn to its direction. There was Johnny Vincent, proud face still there, albeit bruised and chipped, but all the same... "Wait, what's... what's your name?
The Greasers in the ward looked at the girl, with exception of two; Roxy took new interest in her shoes and Benji was far more interested in his light-hearted chat with Megan.
There was no doubt, she was the very same one they saw at those games, not that they'd share the same vigour as they did with the Jocks when football season came, but she was the cheerleader that stood out the most. Despite the bulk and the built, she was quite agile, striking with her hair and eyes.
"You'd like that wouldn't you? Just another name for you to remember in your teeny boyish dreams?" Seraph raised an eyebrow, awaiting a response.
"Tch. You wish. I just want another face to spit at when we lose a game," a cocky laugh, drenched in sarcasm, "No, just t'let the boys know who saved their asses this time."
She turned to Roxy, then to Johnny, "Seraph."
"Seraph, eh?"
"Shut up." She left, silver hair astounding some of the doctors on her way out, nurses dismissing it as the new and crazy trends teenagers so willingly followed.
I'm a Bayonette. I'm my own person, I'll have you know.
Not that any of you'd care, anyway.
As she left, the last fleeting sounds of footsteps and the distant 'ding' of the elevator, the greaser leader turned to Roxy, who almost jumped in start at the intensity of the glare he was giving her.
"Goddamnit." He said quietly, "What the Hell did we do to go through all that sorta shit for you?"
The English girl was tired, angry, frustrated, upset, worried, too many negative emotions wracking her brain and being. Thus, one would hardly expect the usually docile and collected girl to snap, "For not trusting me, for thinking that every stupid little Aquaberry-wearing person and beyond are nothing but stuck-up, no-good, money-laundering hell hounds."
She got up, but before stomping her way to Kay, she looked at Johnny one last time, "Granted, you had every right to be upset at me for lying to you, but to hold it as if I casterated you, as if I had your head off and paraded the whole of America with it, that's just plain daft."
"'Ey! What kind of a world you livin' in anyway? You think that every one of those no-good rich kids are all kind an' good, don'tcha?"
"Who are you to tell me such a thing? Did you honestly think that I enjoy living this stupid life of luxury? Why did you think I wanted to come to you and your little clique here? I've hardly had a taste of reality, why are you to deny me that? Just because I wear expensive clothes?"
"No, but I tell'ya one thing, you were jus' as gooda liar as they all were. You had us fooled."
Roxy's heart sank, deep. She bit her bottom lip and lowered her head, clenching her fist and letting her body freeze over. She despised lying, she was a terrible liar. "Tell ya what though, you make one helluva nurse."
She could feel his smile, "Thank you."
x x x x x
Morning came.
The start of a new day.
And the start of many, many headaches.
From his bed, Benji could see Crabblesnitch looking at angered parents outside the ward, though the conversation nothing but a muffled whisper to him. There was Mr. and Mrs. Romano to Peanut's side, looking at him in a mix of relief and anger. There was Lola hovering over Johnny, lovingly feeding him grapes and calling him cutesy names. Vance, dear as he was, had hapless Pedro holding mirrors up for him, the small boy shooting waves off at Benji at every moment Vance looked away.
Kay had Trent beside her, both of them sharing some maniacal story of some sort. Knowing them both, it probably involved fire. Lots of it. With an explosion at the end. Wait... was that Anne running past with blood on her hands? Lord knows what that girl had been up to, Benji being surprised that it wasn't Roxy who hijacked a patient and decided to operate.
But instead, she stood in a corner, wearing a lovely white dress, hands behind her and looking just a bit solemn. Sighing and longing. He smiled her way, just in time she looked at him, "Hey..."
"Hi..." She said quietly, sitting by his bedside, "How're you this morning, still aching?"
Benji felt a seering pain as he tried to sit up, flashing an expression of pain for a minute, but quickly veiled it with a feigned smile, "I'm... well, I could be doing better but... COOKIES!" Roxy kindly shoved a gleaming basket on the boy's lap.
"I had my chef made them just for you."
Benji was almost in tears, "Oh god... this. Is. So. GOOD!" He wolfed more down, wiping crumbs away from the corners of his mouth, "So..." He said with a mouth full, "Did you stay here all night or..." A gulp, "Did you leave me here in this scary hospital?"
"I... I stayed here, yes. I had to phone my parents though. They thought... they thought I was here for another reason," Roxy shook her head, but shuddered on the inside, "Granted, when they heard that Kay was in here, they let me stay, having my butler send some things over."
"Your parents know that psycho Nerd?"
"Briefly, but they see the good in her." The English girl took a cookie and a bite out of it, "Although I wasn't with her, nor you."
"Then? Were you outside?"
She looked away for a moment, taking smaller bites, "... Actually, I was with Peanut."
"Glad I wasn't awake to hear your dramatic, teenaged lover lines."
"..."
"I mean, he was awake, right? He needs his rest and all, am I right?" Roxy...? Are you okay?
"He didn't say a word to me."
"You sure he wasn't asleep?"
"He wasn't," she shook her head for emphasis, "I even poked him a little at the sides, nothing. I'm not sure what's going on with that boy."
"Bah! One minute he's telling you thing and the next he lets manly pride in his way. I say forget 'im!"
"I wish I could."
"C'mon... you can't be completely hung up over the guy, can you? I mean, last I heard he... he disappointed a few choice ladies."
"I don't care."
"You know what?" Benji laid back, enjoying another cookie, "I wish more people would say that."
"Doesn't everyone?"
"Yeah..."
Smiles and a jealous, hurt look from brown eyes.
x x x x x
Like many lovestruck teens hopelessly stuck in their lovestruck dramas, Roxy stood, posed against the railing of the building's balcony. She had to return home soon, it was just a little after noon, the lunch-time jam already choking the small town roads. There were pedestrians, bags full of food, some taken out of their plastic and paper, already being munched away by hungry working people.
She sighed.
They were living the real life, and she had yet to take one small lick of it. It was one thing being the greasers, but simply hanging with them during chemistry, english and lunch, it didn't mean a thing. She still carried her large wads of money, she was attempting to be thrifty (but failing). But she accomplished one thing though, she had disproved some of the greaser's stereotype of her being cruel, heartless and snobbish. And she had made the discovery that they really were giant, tough boys, protecting a soft sentimental heart on the inside.
Whatever.
She heard someone come up to her, a small bump at the back of her leg. "Hey." It was Peanut.
"Oh, now you're talking to me?" She folded her arms, tapped her foot and looked away.
"Look, I... I dinna know what to say, okay?" The greaser sat in his wheelchair, drumming the armrest in frustration. Why did girls have to be so difficult?
"But I had plenty to say to you, you knew that, didn't you?"
"'Course I did."
"Then?"
"I guess... I guess... gah. I dunno." He turned away. Damn teens and their denial, "I was thinking, I guess."
"Thinking?"
"About us."
"There isn't much to think about," Roxy faced him now, leaning against the rail, "We fancied each other, we fell for each other. I lied to you, you got upset. We both ran home crying. We got into fights, big ones, we got hurt. Then we decided to be smart for all of five minutes and realised that love is perfectly ecstatic without the goddamned prejudice."
"Stop... stop using all those big, fancy words please... my head hurts."
"We love each other, we don't need to pretend that we don't, just because I'm rich and you're..."
"Say it."
"Poor." She said quietly. "So what's it going to be? Are you going to toss me aside or accept me all the same?"
"I dunno."
"How could you not know? You know, you boys are a mystery; one minute, you kiss me, the next day you practically LOOM over me, wanting nothing more to kill me. Then I find you've been crying over me, telling me to stay safe. And now...?"
He gave up, turning away and ready to wheel himself back into his bed.
"Don't leave... please." He could hear her, still inching away, but came to a halt as he heard what he did next, "Not... not again. Please. You always leave me when I... I..." Her voice began to crack, quicker than lightning, she found herself by his side, on her knees, begging, "Please!"
"Get up, c'mon, don't do this."
"Why not? Excluding Derby, you're the only one to have me begging. Give me the time of day, even a minute, that's all I ask from you!"
"You can do better."
"Do better?"
"Yeah, I mean... you can do better than me, can'tcha? What's a poor kid like me got? Nothin'. You're better off with some rich guy."
"You've a heart. That actually works. You actually liked me, genuinely, you wouldn't dare lie, and for one moment. I know you didn't care if I rich, poor, stupid, smart, whatever. And unlike the majority of the male populace, you didn't even care if I looked like a bloody twelve year old. You still treated me like a lady."
He flinched in his seat, not wanting to be wraught with guilt.
"I know somewhere, deep down, you still like me. I know you don't want to give me up just because you decided to be dramatic for one minute in your life.
"We can do this."
"Girls," he turned to her, "Girls talk too damn much."
She looked up to him in her kneeled position, frightened, afraid that she had tripped the line once more and angered the poor boy, "H... huh?"
"Why talk?"
"Uh..."
Faster than she could react, two cold, rough hands cupped her face, bringing them closer to a pair of eager lips. They were chapped, unkept, but they were a familiar pair all the same. She melted. Shoulders relaxed, smiling into the kiss.
"Stick with me, and you'll be okay," he smiled, seeing her remember the very first few lines he had said to her, "'Cause real life starts when we're both out of this hellhole, Bullworth."
Yesterday my life was in ruin
Now today God knows what I'm doing
Anyway I should be doing all right
Doing all right...
Doing all right...[/b]
I love you...
The more dangerous,
And more powerful words,
you'd ever say to anyone.
Good things may come to an end
But better things last a lifetime.