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Post by kristay on Mar 2, 2011 19:48:55 GMT -5
I smiled a bit when I noticed the frown on her features. "By the time I joined the resistance, you had already been taken so I didn't know much. I heard the rumors and of course Maggie and Joe told me but I guess they just didn't really like talking about you because it hurt too much. Raina knows though; she's known you since you were young."
Alright, so I knew her favorite food now. I smiled a bit more at her follow up and shook my head. "I'm afraid not; Maggie makes good pasta though... I mean when she can." I thought about what my favorite things. "If I could only eat one thing for the rest of my life, it would have to be a sandwich. I don't know what kind but my favorite food is any type of sandwich you can think of." I chuckled softly; it was a weird thing to like but that was just who I was. "So, you play the piano... Do you sing as well?"
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Post by Tiff on Mar 3, 2011 0:13:48 GMT -5
His response to my questions continued to make me feel down, I wanted to know more about me before I became Frankie Conrad and I wasn't getting anywhere and then to be told that my favorite food wasn't something one could come by in the Poor district made me feel worse, I couldn't even tell the difference between my favorite food and Frankie's. I glanced at him as he told me his favorite food and suddenly I felt differently about my favorite food. "Peanut butter." I smiled, Victoria never let me have peanut butter. "I love peanut butter." I was elated, I remembered something about myself. I was out of my seat before I had a chance to get a hold of myself and my arms were around his neck. "I sing, I sing all the time."
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Post by kristay on Mar 3, 2011 0:25:39 GMT -5
I was stunned when she hugged me. It wasn't that I didn't like it; on the contrary it was probably one of the most memorable moments of my life. I was just unsure of what I did to make her so happy. "So your favorite food is peanut butter? Well that's good, I like peanut butter too." I said with a soft chuckle as I put my arms around her waist. "So will you sing for me sometime?" I don't know what possessed me to suddenly ask her that but I wanted to hear her voice, I wanted to hear her play the piano and these urges were things that I couldn't control even if I wanted to.
"What's your favorite color?" I wanted to ask her simple questions since I noticed just how affected she was by the struggle of being more than one person. We were learning more with each question I asked; I learned more about Frankie as she was learning more about herself and I was glad that I was the one that was around for her.
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Post by Tiff on Mar 3, 2011 0:42:35 GMT -5
I didn't want to let him go now that I was there and instead I rested my head on his shoulder, my arms still around his neck, I kept my eyes opened and stared at our surroundings. "I'll sing for you." I bit my bottom lip, but the smile continued to grow on my face. "I'll sing for you right now, if you'd like." I'd noticed the piano in his house dozens of times, it wasn't as old or rooted in history as the piano at home, but I was sure it would put out a glorious sound and had always wanted to get my fingers on those keys. I finally lifted my head off his shoulder and stared him in the eyes. "My favorite color is the color of your eyes." I didn't mean to let that slip, but it was too late to stuff the words back in my mouth and a blush formed on my cheeks.
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Post by kristay on Mar 3, 2011 0:53:39 GMT -5
I watched as color bloomed on her usually pale cheeks and I'm not sure what happened, not sure what possessed me to do it but at that exact moment, I found Frankie Conrad--whatever her real name was, to be irresistible. I put my free hand to her cheek, lightly cupping it as I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers. "Trust me... Your eyes are a lot prettier than mine." It was a random thought that I had always believed in ever since I had first seen her at a party, so at ease with her friends. She was the epitome of social grace and wealth but only so few knew that she was a fraud; but I didn't care. I wanted her and more than that, I wanted to protect her.
I pulled away after the light kiss, stunned at my behavior. "I-I'm sorry, I had no right to do that to you." It was my turn to blush and I turned my eyes to her, wondering if she would slap me or run away; I was preparing myself for both.
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Post by Tiff on Mar 3, 2011 1:06:42 GMT -5
A shy smile touched my lips as he stated that my eyes were a lot prettier than his and I was just about to get up, pull him from the room and take him to the piano to play him one of my favorite songs, by another artist my mother despised. His light kiss stopped me from moving, speaking, blushing, or even thinking. He apologized for his behavior and I shook my head ever so slightly. "No." I'd enjoyed it, it was a Rich girl's dream come true. "Um, should we..." I unraveled my arms from around his neck and moved toward the bedroom door.
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Post by kristay on Mar 3, 2011 5:05:31 GMT -5
I cleared my throat as if to get rid of the awkwardness between us and mask the disappointment that seemed to pour down on me like ice cold water. Reality check, Alec... She doesn't like you like that. You're just pretending remember? "O-oh yes, come on... I think you know where my piano is right? We still have an hour to kill so why don't we go there and you can sing me something." I smiled again, pretending that her pulling away didn't kill me inside. You're an idiot, Alec Wilson... A downright fool. I stood up and pulled a piece of french toast from the tray before following her to the old piano that no one had played in quite some time.
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Post by Tiff on Mar 3, 2011 15:11:51 GMT -5
I was high off the kiss and too excited about playing and singing for him, I didn't even realize how disappointed he looked about my reaction. I waited until he was by the door and then laced my fingers with his, practically pulling him down the hall to the piano. I sat down at the bench and poised my fingers over the keys. I took my fingers off the keys briefly to pat the bench beside me. "Sit with me." I wanted him there beside me and I had a feeling in an hour, I wouldn't want to leave his side. "I don't know if you'll know the song or not." I blushed a little. "My dad really loves the music of the 21st century and he's instilled that into me as well, I can't get enough of it." I smiled. "My mom hates it." I rolled my eyes, poised my fingers over the keys and began playing the first notes of "Many the Miles"* by Sara Bareilles. I finished off the song and realized just how true it felt to me. I looked at him and wondered if he might understand this realization I was having at the present moment. I would follow him anywhere and I was prepared to go many miles out of my comfort zone to make things right in the world, the way he and I both knew they were supposed to be. ***I like having the words in front of me, helps me understand...just in case anyone is the same way.***
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Post by kristay on Mar 3, 2011 17:24:39 GMT -5
I let her tug me along; something that would have been pretty impossible for a girl to do if I didn't let her. The piano was in the sun-room down the hall and the old piano looked beautiful with the light beaming down on it. I was just about ready to lean against the piano to watch her play when she asked me to sit with her and I shrugged and slid into the bench beside her. "Alright..." I listened to her play, the lyrics echoing across the room and I couldn't help the way I looked at her, as if amazed that this girl could sing, play and feel so much in a song. I could tell that it was a song that she was deeply affected by and I just wanted to make sure that she'd never have to hurt again. What was with me and protecting this girl I hardly knew?
She looked at me and I had that insane urge to kiss her again so I stood up and smiled instead, offering my hand. "You sing beautifully but I don't want you late so you better get ready for school." Don't kiss her Alec; maybe this time she won't pull away... This time she'll hit you. Think about that!
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Post by Tiff on Mar 3, 2011 23:00:08 GMT -5
I bit my lips as I finished playing, let my fingers slide off the keys and then into my lap. "I'm not the one without my shirt on." I put the pads of two of my fingers in the center of his chest and poked him. "I'm already dressed for school." I grinned and withdrew my hand, placing my fingers back on the keys and playing a short, slow medley, humming a bit, trying to think of myself, who I might have been, what I might have loved. I thought of Raina and wished I could recall our friendship, I wanted to know if we told one another everything, if we had one of those sister-like friendships. If so, then maybe she might be able to help sort through Conrads' likes and dislikes and my own. "Will Raina be at the meeting tonight?"
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Post by kristay on Mar 3, 2011 23:08:55 GMT -5
I laughed, she had me there. "Alright alright, I'll take that as my cue to get ready for work." I was already standing so I slowly moved away from her and towards the door, stopping only when she asked me a question. "Yes she will; are you going to come with me? You don't have to if you're not ready you know... They'll understand." Well, I don't think Raina would but I could keep her snarkiness at bay until Frankie was ready to learn more about her past. "Do you want to stay here while I get ready? I don't mind if you roam around the house if that's more of your thing though."
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Post by Tiff on Mar 3, 2011 23:24:05 GMT -5
I nodded. "I'd like to go. I don't know that I'll be of any help, but maybe if Raina isn't against the idea of us sitting outside the meeting to talk, I could do that." I frowned. "I feel like I might have interrupted and hindered the meeting last night and Joe and Maggie might be distracted if I'm there in their faces." I was positive I had nothing to offer them, I might be proof to other members of the resistance that they really were snatching kids and altering them, but aside from that, I could teach them to play the piano or teach them about etiquette but not much else. "I don't want to keep you from getting ready, I just get these questions in waves. Do you think Raina will sit with me?" I softly played with the keys, not so loud that we wouldn't be able to talk, but just to put myself at ease. "I'm happy here at the piano." It was the truth, the more I sat at his piano, the more I felt like I belonged there, not just Frankie Conrad, but myself, Joe and Maggie's daughter.
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Post by kristay on Mar 3, 2011 23:38:47 GMT -5
I smiled. "Okay, you don't have to be any help you know... But I'm glad you're coming. Maggie and Joe would probably really like to explain things to you." I knew for a fact that seeing their child for the first time in over 2 years was something that had brought peace to Maggie and Joe and the fact that they were given the opportunity to be reunited with her? It would be all worth it. I secretly had another reason why I was glad she was coming but it was a stupid and selfish reason that I couldn't even admit to myself. I chuckled. "If she doesn't, I'll force her to. I'll be back in a while." I smiled at her before turning on my heel to go back to my room to get dressed.
I took a quick shower, thinking of all the things that had to be done while I rinsed my hair. After I had dried myself off and had brushed my teeth, I went back to the bedroom and grabbed my clothes, sighing as I removed the leather bracelet I had been wearing but keeping the ring as I put on the stifling clothes that I had to wear to work. Once I looked presentable, I moved quickly back to the sun-room where Frankie had been waiting. I stood at the entrance, just watching her, feeling a bit foolish before I passed through the door and smiled at her. "Do I look okay?"
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Post by Tiff on Mar 3, 2011 23:50:48 GMT -5
His words were a relief, I'd feel awful if I continued to attend the meetings without contributing and some how I felt I would feel even worse if Raina wouldn't talk to me. I played a few classic songs as he went to get ready for work and then a song on the sheet music on top of the piano, before going back to the song that I had been playing before I'd decided to talk to my mom. I knew the words and sang them softly to myself... I wasn't far into the song before I heard him behind me.
You say I'm lucky to love something that loves me But I'm torn as I could be wherever I roam..."
I turned to look at him after this line and smiled. "You look more than OK..." My eyes traveled over his entire body and only when I met his eyes did I realize that I'd been noticeably checking him out. "Is there a particular reason why you aren't already married? You could have anyone girl you want."
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Post by kristay on Mar 4, 2011 3:23:16 GMT -5
I watched her play a song that I had not heard before. Her voice was soft and melodic and I wanted to listen to it forever. I chuckled when I watched her check me out; it was a normal occurrence that I usually ignored but when it was Frankie, I could feel myself puff out like some idiotic peacock. A quirk of a smile twisted the corners of my lips upwards. "Were you checking me out?" I chuckled to show that I was just teasing. I raised a brow. "Well, none have really caught my attention; they always seemed to be just after my money or my status never really after Alec the guy... You know?"
I took a few steps towards her, arms crossed over my chest. "Is there any particular reason why you don't have a boyfriend? I'm pretty sure you could take your pick of any guy in your class."
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