Post by Cindy Vortex on Jan 6, 2006 9:09:09 GMT -5
The moment Cindy Vortex had arrived on her best friend's doorstep, the doting had begun. Immediately Libby Folfax had slipped a sympathetic arm around the girl's shoulders and ushered her upstairs, no words needed in the emotional exchange between best friends. Naturally Libby's room had been selected for their refuge, and the pair had settled comfortably into her pair of butterfly chairs.
They had discussed in depth what, in "boy terms", Jimmy's parting words had meant, and although Libby hadn't completely disposed of Cindy's natural paranoia that they were now broken up, she had certainly helped Cindy's mind adjust to the fact that it was "only a fight", no matter how expanded in proportion it felt.
In truth, Cindy was feeling much better than she had two hours ago at the movie theater. About a half-hour beforehand, she had been tracing his number on her cell phone and desperately asking Libby if she should call him, insisting she should have written up a contract for this, like the whole friendship deal, until Libby snatched the phone away and placed it on the dresser, where Cindy had eyed it warily for a few minutes. Libby had stunted this behavior with a short "Don't accomodate him" and a lovely idea to "get their minds off things".
Now they were facing her TV, watching every episode of "That 70s Show" known to man and monkey, with every boxed season of it piled up beside the screen. They had pulled Libby's bedside table between them and littered it with the unhealthiest foods one could think of; namely Hot Pockets, Purple Flurp, and a gallon of cookie dough ice cream, for the sake of pretending to make themselves feeel better, when in reality - whether they realized it or not - it was helping immensely. Cindy had abandoned her phone and gone to chatting with Libby about how cute Eric was, while Libby argued that she liked Fes because he reminded her of Sheen.
Unfortunately the time and talk with her best friend had given Cindy time to simmer and consider what had happened. She was now no longer as desperate as she was annoyed. She was annoyed that Jimmy, in her mind, had been so over-sensitive to the oh-so-normal way of things. She was annoyed hat he had refused to accept the first apology she had ever really been willing to offer out to him. And she was annoyed that he'd walked out on her like that. On top of that, no matter how much she would deny it if ever accused, she was scared, scared now that she knew he could so easily rip her heart out. If one argument could make her feel as she had in the cinema... she hardly wanted to think about what he was capable of in the long run.
She simply wanted to avoid more hurt, she concluded. She would have loved some forewarning about the fact that so many emotions could course through her, even at this moment, at so high a magnitude. The realization was admittedly more intimidating than she would have thought it. And before Libby had a chance to notice, Cindy stole another glance at her phone.
{Ah, just had to put my own comfort... err... stuff in there. That 70s Show! And like Cindy, I love Eric! Duh! So, my dear Shandon, on this note, how are we going to finish up that fight? ^_^}
They had discussed in depth what, in "boy terms", Jimmy's parting words had meant, and although Libby hadn't completely disposed of Cindy's natural paranoia that they were now broken up, she had certainly helped Cindy's mind adjust to the fact that it was "only a fight", no matter how expanded in proportion it felt.
In truth, Cindy was feeling much better than she had two hours ago at the movie theater. About a half-hour beforehand, she had been tracing his number on her cell phone and desperately asking Libby if she should call him, insisting she should have written up a contract for this, like the whole friendship deal, until Libby snatched the phone away and placed it on the dresser, where Cindy had eyed it warily for a few minutes. Libby had stunted this behavior with a short "Don't accomodate him" and a lovely idea to "get their minds off things".
Now they were facing her TV, watching every episode of "That 70s Show" known to man and monkey, with every boxed season of it piled up beside the screen. They had pulled Libby's bedside table between them and littered it with the unhealthiest foods one could think of; namely Hot Pockets, Purple Flurp, and a gallon of cookie dough ice cream, for the sake of pretending to make themselves feeel better, when in reality - whether they realized it or not - it was helping immensely. Cindy had abandoned her phone and gone to chatting with Libby about how cute Eric was, while Libby argued that she liked Fes because he reminded her of Sheen.
Unfortunately the time and talk with her best friend had given Cindy time to simmer and consider what had happened. She was now no longer as desperate as she was annoyed. She was annoyed that Jimmy, in her mind, had been so over-sensitive to the oh-so-normal way of things. She was annoyed hat he had refused to accept the first apology she had ever really been willing to offer out to him. And she was annoyed that he'd walked out on her like that. On top of that, no matter how much she would deny it if ever accused, she was scared, scared now that she knew he could so easily rip her heart out. If one argument could make her feel as she had in the cinema... she hardly wanted to think about what he was capable of in the long run.
She simply wanted to avoid more hurt, she concluded. She would have loved some forewarning about the fact that so many emotions could course through her, even at this moment, at so high a magnitude. The realization was admittedly more intimidating than she would have thought it. And before Libby had a chance to notice, Cindy stole another glance at her phone.
{Ah, just had to put my own comfort... err... stuff in there. That 70s Show! And like Cindy, I love Eric! Duh! So, my dear Shandon, on this note, how are we going to finish up that fight? ^_^}