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Post by Monday Lawrence-Brooks on May 25, 2010 22:31:59 GMT -5
 There was an astounding amount of hurt being felt by this girl right now. Sure, it was simply a creature that lived it's life in a small, circular bowl. But it had been a life, and a loved pet by her and her ex-boyfriend. Glubbers, their small black and gold, gold fish was dead. All that she could think was that Trey had been right. That maybe she should have taken more care of him, and come around more to feed him, and clean out his bowl. Only she knew how to really clean it so that it sparkled, and she knew that. He loved the little pebbles in the bottom. She had the hardest time picking them out too. She knew that it would look so cute to have two different colors for him to enjoy, but the color selection process had been difficult. In the end she bough bright, neon green stones and then dark, navy blue stones to go along with those. The bowl might have been a little big for him but she wanted to make sure that he had room to swim and play. So obviously, treating this fish more like it was human than a fish, she bought the bowl a little toy chest that bubbled when it opened. Also a little skeleton guy on a boat. Setting these on opposing sides, she felt her work was done. So then, she allowed him to get used to the water. And his big, guppy eyes seemed to be brightened by the hard work she put into his new home. She was a bit of a dork with him actually. It was one of the only things she actually cared about. The many nights she spent over at Trey's, where they kept the fish, thinking it would be easier, seeing as someone was always there, she loved to see him falling asleep. She knew that most fish didn't "sleep" but she would watch him settle himself a bit onto the boat beside the skeleton captain, and his eyes would close ever so slightly and she could swear he was sleeping. Trey thought she was insane when she would swoon over how adorable it was. She just never got over how he was the one fish, out of the millions that were around today, that actually looked as though he slept.
It was her second favorite thing to see when it came to the fish. What she really loved seeing the most, which to this day he had no idea she saw, was when Trey was alone, how cute he was with the fish. You see, at first, he played the game that the fish was won at, because he wanted to make it seem like he tried to win her Glubbers. He didn't think he was actually going to win him. And originally, he didn't care for the fish, because it took too much time and energy to take care of, believe it or not. But there were some nights, Monday would be half asleep, reaching over for Trey so she could snuggle up, to find him not there. His voice could be heard though, and when just one of her eyes opened, she would see him slipping a little more food into the bowl. The gentle tone of his voice as he whispered to Glubbers always caught her off guard. Not that he didn't talk gently toward her, because he did, he was like a big teddy bear when it came to her, even if he gave off a tough look. It just simply shocked her that, not matter how much he rejected the idea of actually liking their fish, he seemed to care a lot about it. Maybe it was just for her sake, but it still touched her heart that he cared at all. And now, here she was, throwing on a hoody and pulling back her dark hair, getting ready to attend the fish’s funeral.
Yes, her dark hair. That is simply explained by the fact that, she hated the break up between her and Trey so much, she had to change something about herself without it being drastic. So that is what she did. From her light blonde hair, to the dark brown she was now showing off. She knew it would catch him off guard the next time he saw her, which would be tonight. It had been months since she last saw him. Sure she talked to him a few times, awkwardly, over the computer, but never once did she let on about her hair. It didn't matter, she thought. It wasn't like changing her hair color effected anything else in life. She didn't start walking around thinking she was perfect and everyone should bow down to her, or the opposite, start thinking she was completely worthless. No, she was still the same Monday Kristina Lawrence that everyone knew and most loved. She still loved to dance, and even when her feet hurt she would continue on until she had learned what ever she was attempting to figure out. She still tried her hardest at everything she did, and believe it or not, she still was madly in love with Trey Oliver Brooks. She wouldn't admit that to him, let alone anyone else, but she was. The moment the words left her mouth, Maybe we should just break up then, Trey. How does that sound?, she felt the icy cold emptiness that was right around the corner for her. She knew what was in store for her if he agreed, and the way the fight was going, his approval of that idea was pretty much an guarantee. And then, as they stood in the middle of his living room, he agreed. It was the best idea she ever had, he told her. She didn’t show the break then, but after she left, the crushing blow from the realization of what happened hit her. It told her that there were no more good times. The countless times they spent relaxing on the beach, his hand slowly running up her back, small whispers between them as she laid against his chest. His laugh that brightened her world a little. The look that she gave him when she thought he was being ridiculous about something, but couldn’t help but laugh, or at the very least smile, when she saw his “guilty” face, and his small smirk. It didn’t ever matter how much trouble he should have been in those moments, because of the face she was weak to. She remembered so many times where he escaped trouble, and an argument by giving her that face, and simply just receiving a small kiss on his cheek and a laugh from her as she went on with her business. But that was no more, and she knew it was going to be heard climbing back on that motorcycle after everything that went down that night. But she had to, for Glubbers.
The roar, familiar and almost heart wrenching sounded outside, and she started slowly, down the stairs. She hated this feeling inside of her. The feeling that we telling her tonight wasn’t going to go smoothly, and there was something that was going to go down tonight. She didn’t know what it was, when it would happen, or why it would happen, but she knew that something would happen. Finally reaching the door she sighed before pulling open the heavy wooden door and walking out, closing and locking it behind her. It was late, and she knew she would not be home until tomorrow, some time tomorrow, that was. Seeing him waiting there for her, it made her heart ache, knowing this wasn’t a usual pick up. No, she wasn’t as upset about the fish anymore. Not after actually seeing him there, by the curb of her house, waiting for her. She couldn’t stop reliving that night in her head. The pouring down rain didn’t help matters that night. She wished the sky would leave her be tonight, and not be even more torture to her. Seemed like she was getting her wish so far, as the night seemed clear and perfect. ”Hey there, Trey.” Her voice sounded awkwardly as she walked over to his bike, stopping a few steps short, not exactly next to it. Scanning it once, wanting to smile seeing that everything was still the same, even the little ding that she put in it when he was letting her try and drive it. She did good, seeing as he was leaning over her mostly, and steering it for her. She ended up clipping a car though, with the back. It was hard to see, but she knew where to look for it. “Man, I’ve missed this thing.” She laughed slightly as she climbed on, instantly putting her arms around his waist. It was a thoughtless action, but once she did it, the natural feeling of it, made her not want to change how she was seated. Seeing where he lived she smiled to herself. She couldn’t help but get a rush of emotions suddenly. She swallowed hard, tightening her grip on her other hand. The last time she saw this place was on bad terms, and that’s all that she could think about. The good memories lingered on the outskirts of her mind, but all she saw was the look on his face, serious and angry. She could still hear the screams, back and forth, her memory haunted forever by the sound of his kind, loving voice, raised at her. It didn’t sound welcoming like usual, but rather cold and distant from her, giving her a chilling sense that she was with a stranger. It was almost crippling for her to think about that night, so she tried her hardest to push it to the back of her mind. Realizing, suddenly, that while they had been heading from her house to his place, her head had rested against his back. The habits she had formed from months of riding around for hours on the bike with him, still as natural as breathing to her. This night was going to be hard. “Off to a dreaded event.” She sighed out as the motor was cut off. She started to get off, her hands slid against him carefully, as her head lifted slowly. Feeling for the ground her foot, finding it quickly and stepping off the bike carefully, no longer were her hands against his sides, or her head on his back.
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