Post by Straw Buckett on Sept 5, 2012 8:21:12 GMT -5
Juvenile. Arse. Stupid. Immature.
Yup that was Kelly Evans… no I’m just kidding, that was Straw. Hurt was the first words he’d felt, shame was the next. Straw loved only a small group of people. He cherished only 6 people really. If you discounted his children then the number was 3. His wife no doubt was and would always be number one so technically that brings us down to two. Two people in his life, they weren’t blood related or pets. Simply friends he’s made at school and held considerately high and deep in his heart. If anything ever happened to them Straw would truly be lost. They were his best friends in the entire world and so it was with great regret that he found himself not talking to one in particular. And that was one’s birthday was today.
Normally Straw would be covered in glitter and surrounding her apartment in balloons and streamers because no matter how old you were balloons and streams never got old and boring. The tables would be covered in magical foods with sparkling puddings and butterbeers all round. There may possibly be a theme and he may have been the most over dressed but hey that’s how he rolled. Perhaps the party was to take place in a magical cupboard where on arrival the guests would have to crawl through small space covered in figs (long story) to find the party address. Not this time.
Tail between his legs, Straw took deep steadied breaths before proceeding toward flat 109. He had fort with Kelly … a stupid immature fight over stupid immature things. And despite believing Kelly was keeping secrets from him and Straw refusing to pull his long pointed nose out of it… the two had not spoken for a good month. Avoiding eye contact in the stairs and mail box, pretending they didn’t see each other in the supermarket and using Kat as go between when they realised they needed something off the other yet both stubbornly refusing to break the now gigantic cone of silence. It didn’t help that both were extremely competitive. The tricky thing is that they were simply as bad as the others. Each believing the other had done worse. Straw certainly would not see reason, feeling rejected and unimportant to Kelly. ‘Why would she need me anymore when she has Jacques!’ was one of his most intelligent rebuts when Kat tried to talk to him. ‘No, clearly I’m not worth much to her as I thought so I can’t be bothered with someone who can’t be bothered with me’ was always the convocation killer topped with a princess hissy fit walk out.
However as stubborn and immature as Straw could be, deep down he was actually a big old softy. The past week he’d been meaning to say something. He knew her birthday was coming and didn’t want things to be this sour between them during what was supposed to be a special time. Straw was always a big believer in making a big deal out of anyone birthday. But again Straw had let things slip and before he knew it it was too late. Armed with flowers and her favourite bottle of wine, Straw took those guilty steps toward Flat 109. Taking a dried gulp, he scruffed up his hair and knocked twice on the door.
Yup that was Kelly Evans… no I’m just kidding, that was Straw. Hurt was the first words he’d felt, shame was the next. Straw loved only a small group of people. He cherished only 6 people really. If you discounted his children then the number was 3. His wife no doubt was and would always be number one so technically that brings us down to two. Two people in his life, they weren’t blood related or pets. Simply friends he’s made at school and held considerately high and deep in his heart. If anything ever happened to them Straw would truly be lost. They were his best friends in the entire world and so it was with great regret that he found himself not talking to one in particular. And that was one’s birthday was today.
Normally Straw would be covered in glitter and surrounding her apartment in balloons and streamers because no matter how old you were balloons and streams never got old and boring. The tables would be covered in magical foods with sparkling puddings and butterbeers all round. There may possibly be a theme and he may have been the most over dressed but hey that’s how he rolled. Perhaps the party was to take place in a magical cupboard where on arrival the guests would have to crawl through small space covered in figs (long story) to find the party address. Not this time.
Tail between his legs, Straw took deep steadied breaths before proceeding toward flat 109. He had fort with Kelly … a stupid immature fight over stupid immature things. And despite believing Kelly was keeping secrets from him and Straw refusing to pull his long pointed nose out of it… the two had not spoken for a good month. Avoiding eye contact in the stairs and mail box, pretending they didn’t see each other in the supermarket and using Kat as go between when they realised they needed something off the other yet both stubbornly refusing to break the now gigantic cone of silence. It didn’t help that both were extremely competitive. The tricky thing is that they were simply as bad as the others. Each believing the other had done worse. Straw certainly would not see reason, feeling rejected and unimportant to Kelly. ‘Why would she need me anymore when she has Jacques!’ was one of his most intelligent rebuts when Kat tried to talk to him. ‘No, clearly I’m not worth much to her as I thought so I can’t be bothered with someone who can’t be bothered with me’ was always the convocation killer topped with a princess hissy fit walk out.
However as stubborn and immature as Straw could be, deep down he was actually a big old softy. The past week he’d been meaning to say something. He knew her birthday was coming and didn’t want things to be this sour between them during what was supposed to be a special time. Straw was always a big believer in making a big deal out of anyone birthday. But again Straw had let things slip and before he knew it it was too late. Armed with flowers and her favourite bottle of wine, Straw took those guilty steps toward Flat 109. Taking a dried gulp, he scruffed up his hair and knocked twice on the door.