Fiona {Thumper} Bailey (soothsayed) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-02-12 22:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | february 2011, seth enders |
Who: Fiona and Seth
What: The final nail in Fiona's emotional coffin.
Where: Seth's
When: [FORWARD DATED] February 14th, late evening, directly after this.
Rating: High, adult concepts
Status: Incomplete
Come out Virginia, don't let me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
Oh but sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one
It had been silly to go to the party, she told herself as she popped her third Hershey kiss into her mouth. The streets looked almost beautiful in the darkness. The snow was still glittering all over the place, the slush and gray aspects of it hidden in the dim streetlamp lights as Fiona Bailey continued walking. Her time with Calvin had her head full of thoughts, even the bitter wind that seemed to be blowing against her not distracting the girl. Her thick black pea coat was long and had heavy, strong buttons saving her from being swept away in the current weather. But even Fiona's deep thinking could not stop her from almost jumping a mile when she all but barreled into another figure. Another, human shaped figure.
A Seth shaped figure. One that was in a tux and currently looking like he was about to get home before Fiona had stopped just mere inches from him, startled; she had avoided Seth like the plague since his ‘admission’ to her. In fact, she’d been avoiding really everyone for the last few days, and in that she’d almost forgotten that Seth had confessed his… feelings for her. Feelings which had been so exciting and wanted before, even dreamed about weeks before. And now seemed painful and silly.
“Oh!” Fiona said, a little shocked. “Uh- hello,” she said, a little late. A few moments passed before Fi spoke again, her large rose colored bag getting shifted on her shoulder. "I'm sorry- for not talking to you. After you caught me trying to sneak into your desk," she said, wondering how many times she'd had to say that sentence in her life. She wasn't sure if she should keep going, or shut up. "I was walking home. This wasn't a planned ambush."