Post by OAKLEY JAMES on Dec 24, 2011 8:58:14 GMT
"Oakley, what in Fuck's name are you doing?"
The flustered brunette hadn't exactly planned on holding her little white flag up for the world to see tonight, but here she was, huffing around her room in search of something decent to wear so she could do just that. Oakley was sick and tired of everything going on between her and Ryan. Ever since she chose to be with Teddy, things had started going down hill. It almost seemed as if all of the mean, heartless things she had done were finally coming back to her, and all of a sudden, no one wanted to be around her. Normally, the Oakley James everyone knew would simply shrug it off and move on. After all, she never really liked anyone anyway, and it was probably for the best, but for some reason, it ate away at her; Especially Ryan not being on her side, which was strange since he was really the only person that had a right to not be.
Throwing on a pair of jeans and just a simple tshirt, feeling she would need to be as comfortable as possible with the way their arguments usually went, Oakley decided it was time she laid all her cards on the table with Ryan. It was getting unbearable to read the things he said on the chat, and it was time to put them to rest. Of course, she would never admit that she actually had her feelings hurt a couple of those times. That would only cause Ryan to consider her as putty in his hands, and they'd probably never become friends again. That's all she wanted, really: A friend. Taking a look at herself in the mirror one last time before a shaky hand rose to turn off the light of her dorm, Oakley began to wonder if she should really be doing this. Was it worth it? Would he even accept an apology? Surely he would. That is, if he knew how rare one was to be received from her. Though, she knew that he was pretty set on hating her forever, and anything could happen. Never had Oakley James felt so doubtful in her ability to persuade in her whole entire life.
"If he doesn't accept, he doesn't accept. There's nothing you can do. But it's worth a try."
Exiting her dorm, the girl found herself almost jogging down the stairs to the boy's room, not wanting him to have time to hide from her, though she was almost sure she would find herself in an empty dorm room. She was already five minutes late. If only she hadn't made sure she looked alright. Cursing herself for her self-consciousness, Oakley finally found herself staring at the door to Ryan's room. Biting her bottom lip, she cautiously rose a fist to the door, but stopped just before knocking. What was she doing? Why would she knock? That would be stupid. This was her moment, and her moments were done big. So, she glanced down at the doorknob for a moment, wondering if it was unlocked. Surely it was. He had just gotten in. Reaching for it and twisting it, she pushed the door open with ease and stepped inside, glancing around the room. There he was.
Oakley wasn't really sure what to do. Should she go over to him? Or would that be too soon? Should she yell? No, that would make the situation worse. She couldn't yell right away. Sighing heavily, the girl decided she would just simply cross her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing at the boy just a few feet away, and spoke in a normal tone, "I'm not leaving until we figure this thing we've been going on about out. So, are you going to offer me a seat, or am I going to have to stand here this whole time," she paused, removing her cell phone from her pocket and checking the time. Almost 1:00 AM. They could be here until morning for all she knew. Putting it back in her pocket, she continued, "Because honestly, it could take a pretty long time." Oakley didn't even care. All she wanted was Ryan back. And if staying up screaming, yelling, fighting, and arguing was what it took, then so be it.
The flustered brunette hadn't exactly planned on holding her little white flag up for the world to see tonight, but here she was, huffing around her room in search of something decent to wear so she could do just that. Oakley was sick and tired of everything going on between her and Ryan. Ever since she chose to be with Teddy, things had started going down hill. It almost seemed as if all of the mean, heartless things she had done were finally coming back to her, and all of a sudden, no one wanted to be around her. Normally, the Oakley James everyone knew would simply shrug it off and move on. After all, she never really liked anyone anyway, and it was probably for the best, but for some reason, it ate away at her; Especially Ryan not being on her side, which was strange since he was really the only person that had a right to not be.
Throwing on a pair of jeans and just a simple tshirt, feeling she would need to be as comfortable as possible with the way their arguments usually went, Oakley decided it was time she laid all her cards on the table with Ryan. It was getting unbearable to read the things he said on the chat, and it was time to put them to rest. Of course, she would never admit that she actually had her feelings hurt a couple of those times. That would only cause Ryan to consider her as putty in his hands, and they'd probably never become friends again. That's all she wanted, really: A friend. Taking a look at herself in the mirror one last time before a shaky hand rose to turn off the light of her dorm, Oakley began to wonder if she should really be doing this. Was it worth it? Would he even accept an apology? Surely he would. That is, if he knew how rare one was to be received from her. Though, she knew that he was pretty set on hating her forever, and anything could happen. Never had Oakley James felt so doubtful in her ability to persuade in her whole entire life.
"If he doesn't accept, he doesn't accept. There's nothing you can do. But it's worth a try."
Exiting her dorm, the girl found herself almost jogging down the stairs to the boy's room, not wanting him to have time to hide from her, though she was almost sure she would find herself in an empty dorm room. She was already five minutes late. If only she hadn't made sure she looked alright. Cursing herself for her self-consciousness, Oakley finally found herself staring at the door to Ryan's room. Biting her bottom lip, she cautiously rose a fist to the door, but stopped just before knocking. What was she doing? Why would she knock? That would be stupid. This was her moment, and her moments were done big. So, she glanced down at the doorknob for a moment, wondering if it was unlocked. Surely it was. He had just gotten in. Reaching for it and twisting it, she pushed the door open with ease and stepped inside, glancing around the room. There he was.
Oakley wasn't really sure what to do. Should she go over to him? Or would that be too soon? Should she yell? No, that would make the situation worse. She couldn't yell right away. Sighing heavily, the girl decided she would just simply cross her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing at the boy just a few feet away, and spoke in a normal tone, "I'm not leaving until we figure this thing we've been going on about out. So, are you going to offer me a seat, or am I going to have to stand here this whole time," she paused, removing her cell phone from her pocket and checking the time. Almost 1:00 AM. They could be here until morning for all she knew. Putting it back in her pocket, she continued, "Because honestly, it could take a pretty long time." Oakley didn't even care. All she wanted was Ryan back. And if staying up screaming, yelling, fighting, and arguing was what it took, then so be it.
