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Post by jack on Mar 21, 2011 12:23:28 GMT -5
 
The fields smelled like fall. That scent made Jacey happy. It reminded her that Halloween and Christmas, her two favorite holidays, and her birthday (ironically, two days before All Hallow’s Eve) were on their way. It also reminded her of Colin. Oh Colin Trouillefou. He was a mystery if Jacey ever saw one. He was...different. And Jacey never had any problem with it. Especially when they’d dated. It had always seemed like the relationship was strictly for conveince, but the dark haired girl wasn’t sure.
But fall made her think of him. Because fall, well, she liked it. And she liked Colin. It was a even balance type of thing. Anyway, Colin. He didn’t seem to really like her. And that had struck a nerve. She liked everyone. She assumed the feeling was somewhat mutual. And yet, with this ex, if you could call him that, it wasn’t. And that made Jacey’s lips contort into a frown as she shifted her body, which was sprawled on the grass.
Why didn’t he like her? She’d liked him. Something about him was different. And, well, Jacey liked playing hard to get sometimes too. And he was different and hard to get, and even if their relationship had been simply for the purpose of being there, well...Jacey still kinda liked him. That was possible, wasn’t it? It was with Jacey Middleton, apparently.
She sat up, her right hand going to play with the multitude of colored, rope, and plastic bracelets shifting on her arm. The colors, the purple ones in particular, reminded her of Colin still. It seemed like every time she tried to shift her focus, he came back into her head. ”Why didn’t he like me? Did I do something wrong?” She mused, her lips still in a frown as she sat in the grass, twisting her bracelets as she thought.
So much for a peaceful day of cloud watching.
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, colin
they’re all, three hundred and thirty one
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “yeeeeah, boy.”
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