Who: Kelly Bailey and OTA What: Wot da fuk iz dis Where: Downtown Lawrence When: December 21st 2010 Early Afternoon Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
This was bullshit. It was just complete and utter bullshit. It had been a pretty crap day all round actually what with Nathan's brother and everything. And the power thing, the power thing pissed her off, she'd told Nathan she loved him and of course she didn't. She didn't love the arrogant twat. That'd be ridiculous...wouldn't it? Love was a hell of a word to just put out there. Sure he could be funny sometimes, maybe even had moments where she didn't want to punch him in the face but that stupid drug or whatever had made her say 'love' and now she didn't know what she was supposed to do. Did she take it back? Did she want to take it back? Part of her didn't really think she did. And was that so bad? Yeah it probably was when she thought about it. This was Nathan after all.
He'd be a dick about it. That was one thing she knew for sure, he'd mention it, go on and on about it cause it was just that messed up. Did she want something to happen there? With Nathan of all people? She'd told him she did. But that was all kinds of confusing and mixed up with everything else that had happened. He was a complete wanker. She'd always said it, too his face as much as anything else. But maybe she liked that. It was entirely possible.
Fuck.
Kelly kicked her locker furiously turning to remove her earrings and inwardly bitch a little more about how men were crap and pointless when she realised something was wrong. Really wrong. She wasn't in the community centre. She wasn't even inside anymore. She was on a street somewhere. And it was weird looking. Everything was weird looking. She was pretty sure something strange had just happened her not that that was anything new. But she knew one thing for sure. This weren't London. She knew London and this...
Where the hell was she? And what the fuck was with the lights and the decorations. It weren't even Christmas yet. Shops were starting well early this year. She kept walking and opened her mind to the thoughts of passers by as she did. Four days to Christmas one said. Four fucking days.