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Post by boston on Jul 31, 2011 10:52:04 GMT -5
Normally it wasn’t typical of Boston to feel sorry for herself, that’s not how she worked at all. If anything she was always feeling sorry for other people who didn’t get her, but here she was now trying to think on a park bench, her thoughts spinning around like a cluster of bad images around her head. It only became evident right then that perhaps she had taken the whole thing too far.
Her life had become so messed up lately with everything that had happened, and it didn’t really help that her head wanted something she knew she couldn’t get. How long had she been feeling this way? Even she had lost track of how much time she had lost trying to sweep the feelings that she had under the rug. It didn’t exactly help that she was always a blunt and honest person, forced to commit to a secret in order to not only protect her own feelings but to protect the feelings of someone she cared deeply about.
The drinking itself had started out fairly light, just one beer to calm her nerves down after how antsy she had been acting lately. But then that lead to more drinking on her own behalf, the alcohol in her system only intensifying the feelings that were swirling up inside her and making everything a faded shade of grey. It was hard when things weren’t black and white, it forced her to think and right now Boston wasn’t really in a state to think logically about the mess of feelings that had collided in her head. There was remorse about her own father, there was stress put on by various reasons and finally, swept underneath everything was the feeling that seemed to shine out more than the rest. It was a warm restless feeling that she had been trying to wrestle down for a while now to no avail and as much as she wanted it to go away, she knew that it was part of her.
She had managed to stagger out of her house somehow, the Sunday night air doing nothing but to emphasise how lonely the streets were right now. Only the distant sound of an engine in the distance could be heard as Boston staggered across the street. Her vision was blurry at best, her feet not moving coherently but rather in a shambled mess as she tried to walk forward into the park. Several strangers passed her, talking behind her back like she couldn’t hear them as they muttered their insults towards her. It didn’t take her long to come near a bench and to practically throw herself at it, collapsing onto the bench in a fairly lazy and sluggish manner.
She managed to dive into her pocket, pulling out her phone and sighing to herself as she scrolled through the contacts. Her thoughts needed to be eradicated once and for all. She knew she would never really have the courage to do this if she ever sobered up and so now seemed to be the only chance she had at this. With several pushes of buttons, Boston brought the phone up to her ear. ”Hey… co-could y-y-you pick m-me up. I’m a-a-at that one park y’know… right?” she spoke shakily down the end of the phone realising she needed to sell this to the best of her ability. ”I’m d-dr-drunk n’ I don’t k-know ho-how to get home” she lied. Of course she was truthful about the whole drunk thing, but she knew she could easily make her way home right now. Or at least she hoped she could.
Her head was just in too much of a mess to think.
(OOC: Sorry for sucky starter)
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Post by natalie on Jul 31, 2011 11:53:43 GMT -5
  She danced, or rather she moved about in a way that might be considered dancing. The music from her Ipod playd from her stereo box. It was one of those Ipod speaker boxes you could hook your Ipod too so you didn't need headphones, but anyways. She was reading a book in her hand while dancing and singing to the song.
She was enjoying her weekend so far. She practiced for the new play the drama club would be putting on soon. Natalie liked the ebginning of the year for that fact right there, so many plays all bunched up it was never boring and she always stayed busy which was a good thing. Normally, a teenager would be out with a group of friends right now drinking and partying, but Natalie wasn't one for big crowds or the social scene, hence why she was at home. She figured that's what her friend Boston was doing right now, probably out being one of the cool kids and having fun. Natalie said to herself that this year she would get out more, but the fear of being surrounded by people, and all of that still took over and convinced her to stay at home.
She continued to dance and sing a long with the song when she heard her ringtone go off. She headed over and turned off her IPOD and threw herself on the bed. She was already in her black lace nighty she wore to bed, and she grabbed her cell off the table next to the bed, a small laugh coming from her and a slight head shake as she answered. "What's the matter B? Not enough cool people there you still have to call me?" she said as she answered her phone teasing her friend. Natalie listened as Boston told her she was drunk and basically needed a ride. "I'm not even dressed Boston...wait there I'll be over there." she told her before pressing END on her phone.
Natalie sighed and threw her phone on the bed before getting up. She didn't feel like changing. It wasn't like she was getting out of the car anyways. Boston was at the park. So instead, Natalie threw on her loong coat that covered her, before grabbing her car keys and heading out the door.
She drove through the town and arrived at the park seeing her friend walking. Natalie honked her horn and waited for her best friend to come get into the car. Drunk ass. xD
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Post by boston on Jul 31, 2011 12:31:43 GMT -5
This was totally unlike anything she had ever done before, and even then her head was still moving at a million miles a minute with Boston finding it even harder to focus on what she wanted to really say. As far as she saw it, she had a while before someone would come get her and so she had a good amount of time to think what she was going to say through. Most words in her mind became a mishmash of nonsensical structure simply strung together by someone with a very low attention span right now. She wished it wasn’t this way but right now it seemed that her head was fighting with what she truly wanted. Her words had already been slurred as she called Nat which was something she didn’t want, well she did and she didn’t.
She slung her phone back into her pocket ass her mind went through the procedure of what to do in this type of situation. She could either screw this entire thing up and ruin what was a good friendship, or she could have risked everything and won it all. The choice for her was a difficult one to make in this inebriated state and it was even more difficult when she did have sobriety running through her veins.
Her feet swung back and forth, in sort of a hazy rhythm as people walked past, unlike the others though these people tended to mind their own business. Her head tilted to the side as she watched the people pass by, their figures simply being blurs as she attempted to focus. She wasn’t sure of what to make of this situation right now, she knew what she wanted to do and how she wanted to do it but she wasn’t sure if it was the right time. I mean it was something awfully surprising to try and spring on a person and whilst they might have been friends, there was no telling what this could do.
Her attention was only caught when the loud and abrupt noise ripped through the park. She craned her neck and posed with a goofy smile as she climbed up off the bench and began to stagger over to the car, clutching her head as she went in a bid to try and get herself to focus more. She moved over to the passenger door and hazily opened the door. She collapsed into the seat and closed the door behind her.
”T-thanks fo-for this N-nat” she said first as she bit her lip and placed her hands on her own lap. ”It’s like really like sweet of you to like come pick me up like” she responded in a drunken haze. ”That’s what makes you so special Nat”
She was holding back right now and the only thing she could think of seemed like an illogical solution to this whole thing. Gathering some thoughts, she managed to place one of her own hands on Natalie’s lap. ”You’re so awesome”
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Post by natalie on Jul 31, 2011 12:54:35 GMT -5
Natalie arrived and honked awaiting the arrival of her drunken best friend. Natalie couldn't remember the last time she had drank and gotten wasted. It had been a while, and it wasn't at a party. Honestly, she'd never been to one. Like stated, she hated big crowds and everyone gathered about. She wasn't clastrophobic or anything like that, it was just the people scared her. She never understood why. Especially considering she was in the drama club.
She had big crowds all the time when they put on a show, but she escaped into a life of another in her mind so it made it possible. When she was on stage she wasn't Natalie Wright, scared and shy girl, she was another persona. Sometimes she wondered if she should play another person all together for her life so she wouldn't be the shy freaky girl she was known to be. She kept to herself, which made most kids, mainly the popular ones think of her as some kind of freak with no people skills. She wasn't a freak, although the people skills she may not have been able to argue with.
Unless that person was Boston. With Boston she was different. They were best friends, and she could tell Boston anything. It was like the two were Themla and Louise, without the nasty suicide and death, but they were close. Around her, Natalie was comfortable, she didn't have to hide herself. In public, Boston mainly watched out for Nat. She would be the one to stand up for her if some jock or someone was messing with her trying to have some fun. Boston would end it quickly. Now, she was getting into her car, drunk as a skunk. "and you are like totally, like...drunk off your ass. How much did you drink tonight B?" she asked curiously before laughing slightly and putting the car into gear to head back towards her place. Nine times out of ten, Boston would be staying over tonight.
Natalie drove feeling Boston's hand in her lap. Her hand covered hers and she smiled slightly. "You can stay with me tonight of course." she offered to her friend. She linked her fingers in with Boston's and held it. She didn't think anything of it. Boston was her best friend, they always held hands or something. |
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Post by boston on Aug 7, 2011 6:08:11 GMT -5
It was something that she had come to realise over the passing months as she thought about it more and more each day. She had known it for a while and while she tried to shun the thoughts to the back of her head as if they were nothing, she knew deep down that the only person she was really denying was herself which was quite a dreadful thought. This was coming from the girl who always took a clean and honest edge to every situation, no matter how stressful it was to her; very rarely did she got flabbergasted by the truth but this seemed to be one of these things that made her think otherwise.
The thing that only helped to complicate matters was the fact that they were like best friends, to a point of inseparability and so it was difficult to think of her in that way, but she knew it was the only thing keeping her going right now. They would stick by each other no matter what and this was going to be one of these things that would put a real test on how far their friendship would go. She tried to mull the thoughts out of her mind as her hand rested itself gently on her lap, just trying to test the waters for the time being; there was no real point jumping in head first and hoping for the best. Who would have ever thought that the queen of bluntness would ever find herself in this type of situation?
She mulled over the question that was posed to her for a few moments, not really sure what answer she wanted to here. ”Somewhere between a lot and too much I think?” she spoke with a smirk decorating her face. She knew that she was not fit enough to even attempt to walk in a straight line and that was exactly what she had hoped for.
The tension inside her was only increased when Nat put her hand on top of her own. Now that for Boston was the signal to push forward, to do what she needed to do in order to solve the conflicting feelings inside of her. She bit her lip in order to try and restrain herself as she felt her head lean down on Nat’s shoulder, simply waiting there for something to happen, like a signal or something to assure her that everything was good and right with the world. Y-you’re a good f-f-friend Nat” she spoke, the cool air breezing against her.
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