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Post by clarisse renaldi on Oct 1, 2008 13:25:48 GMT -10
The beach was surprisingly clear, though it wasn't 95+ degrees outside. It was about 88 degress, but Clarisse didn't really care. A plain green beach bag was draped over her shoulder. There was no need for any sunscreen, it was a cloud cover. That was one advantage, that meant her time with Nickolas would be alone and private. She finally found a smooth spot, and dropped her bag there. She layed out her sea green towel, and got out her flipkick. 'Meet me at the beach, now. I'm waiting.' She typed, sent, and then threw back into her bag.
Now came the waiting part.
The clicking off her french nails seemed to echo, she tried to push it out and listen to the sea. A salty sea breeze came upon her nose, and she felt like she was choking on the water. Yet, Clarisse didn't really care. She pushed herself up, and waded to about waist high in the water. She took a few steps backwards, and sat down in the water. It came upon her chest, though she didn't seem to notice. Her eyes stared upon on the ocean, not pating attention to the rest of her surroundings. She was too focused to hear anything else.
The gulls shrieked in the distants, and soon she saw some fly down. When there beaks had emerged, there were plump fish in them. Claire particially envied them. They had such simple lives, even if it wasn't luxurious as hers. Her hand gripped around a golden chain, slowly moving down until she felt the diamond. It was real. She also envied her own boyfriend. Nickolas' family had more money then God. But that wasn't the reason she liked them. That would be just wrong. She actually liked him for him, not his money. That's one reason why she was so confused. Her love couldn't be bought.
Clarisse inhaled, and exhaled. It felt like it was harder than calculas, but she didn't know how hard it was. She knew it'd be incredibly hard for her, though. Math wasn't her best subject. Things could get so complicated so easily, especially when they had been friends at first. She couldn't, and wouldn't imagine what it would be like without him period. She made a popping sound with her lips. She just wanted Nickolas to be here. It'd be less tense for her when he was. |
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Post by nickolas jones on Oct 1, 2008 16:57:59 GMT -10
what he's wearing...
As the text message lit up the screen of his iPhone, he read it carefully. 'Meet me at the beach, now. I'm waiting.' he read. He smiled, seeing her name on the screen, and replied quickly. 'Okay, i'll be there in a few.' He replied in a split second, being skilled at texting. He was sitting in his dorm at the moment, just had gotten back from a basketball game with a group of friends, and had been resting, but he obediently put on his swim trunks, a white tee shirt, and some new black flip flops, along with a towel as he grabbed his car keys and headed out the door. He got into his car and drove towards the beach, wondering what Clarisse had wanted to see him about. He saw the cloudy sky, and knew it would not be a usual sunny surfing day at the beach, so he did not bother to get his surfboard. He was in a pretty decent mood today, but the question of why Clarisse wanted to see him made him think. He knew that him and Clarisse had been on a bumpy road for a week or so now, but he hoped that he could make it up for her today. it was just that he had been so busy with school, music, and sports, but he knew he had to sacrifice something, because he really cared about Clare.
As he neared the beach, he tried to find a parking spot, and when he did find one in a few minutes time, her parked and got out, grabbing a towel, that he had brought just in case, his phone, and his car keys. His car was not much, just a birthday present from his dad. He had told his dad there was no need for a car, that Oahu was a small island and he did not mind walking, but he had to admit, driving to the beach in five minutes was better than the fifteen minute walk. But his parents spoiled him, no matter how much he told them not to. He did not act spoiled, at least he did not think so, and had actually asked them to stop giving him stuff, that he was old enough to buy his own stuff and not to be spoiled. He walked onto the beach barefoot, with shoes in his hand, and caught a glimpse of a dark-haired girl, who he recognized as Claire. There was not many other people there, so spotting her was easy. He walked up to her, only about twenty feet away. "Clare!" he called to her loudly. His voice became quieter as it reached her, because of the wind that was slightly picking up.
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Post by clarisse renaldi on Oct 2, 2008 14:37:01 GMT -10
Clare heard her phone beep from the water, but did not get up to get it. When she heard his familiar car's engine, she did not look back. Some of her wet hair was plastered to her cheeks. 'Clare!' When brunette heard her name, she finally moved. She stood up, turning by untwisting her ankles. She moved her hair behind her shoulders, which revealed her necklace. A smile spread across her face as she saw ahappily familiar hot guy coming towards her. Her bare feet stepped out of the water. Her tears blended in with the water on her face. She knew what she was doing. She knew what might have to happen. She hugged Nickolas, her hands around his neck. She felt so comfortable, she wanted to stay there her whole life.
But she couldn't.
"We need to...talk." Clarisse whispered softly, immediately biting her lip. This was going to be one of the hardest conversations she would ever had. Her breathing was quite, as she anticipated reactions. He could freak out, push her away, and walk away in silence. Nickolas could push her away, still holding on to her, and glare at her angrily. Her boyfriend could hurt her physically, as well as emotionally. The king could be kind, and accept it, and want to talk to. She exhaled, closing her brown eyes. |
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Post by nickolas jones on Oct 2, 2008 15:12:20 GMT -10
what he's wearing...
He smiled as Clare hugged him, but as she spoke, his stomach doubled over. This was to be expected, and he had know that it would have had to be coming sooner or later. He did not pull away, and did not react how he felt, but nodded, the nod just enough to show that he was feeling terrible inside. "Do you want to go sit down?" he asked softly, looking at her. He knew that she was on the verge of tears, her face was slightly red and her eyes were beginning to water. His soft tone was calming, he did not want to have to see her cry. He remembered seeing her towel and bag laid down a little bit away from the water. He put his towel over his shoulder and wondered what this conversation could possibly be like. but he knew how it would end, or at least, he thought he knew how it would end. He just did not actually want to admit it.
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Post by clarisse renaldi on Oct 2, 2008 15:25:32 GMT -10
Nearly on the verge of tears, it helped calm Clarisse when he didn't make a huge reaction of it. Her head bobbed once, and she slipped away from him. She sat down right in the water, just barely. Her legs were pulled up close, up to her. Her hands twiddled with each other. She had prepared only a little rant for an angry, and vicious reaction. Nothing for the calm reaction he had had. She felt like a little girl, that had just gotten grounded for hurting her little sibling. Though, it was way different. No one had been hurt physically. But she had been hurt even more painfully. Right in the heart. She took a deep breath, before starting her rant.
"You...know why you're here." It was a truly suckish beginning for something so important, but who was going to go pointing it out? "Nothings the same anymore. You have...well everything. Sports, you're a King, Music, God knows how much money, and school. You're always incredibly busy. All I have it my Island Princess, School, and some music. Soon, we'll be off in college." That's all that Clarisse could really think of. "What's happening, Nick?" She asked, turning her head to look at him. Sadness clouded her eyes. |
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Post by nickolas jones on Oct 2, 2008 15:37:04 GMT -10
what he's wearing...
Nick sat down next to Clare and listened to her talk, nodding a few times. He knew that everything that she was saying was true, and had been true for who knows how long. But he still did not want to admit it to himself that she was one hundred percent correct as she spoke. When she had finished, he kept silent for a few moments, and then finally took a deep breath and spoke. "You know I can't say your wrong," he said, "I don't know what's happened. I've just been so busy, and you've been busy. School and all these different things that keep us busy are keeping us apart. I don't want it to happen. Whenever I get something else to do, and I know that I won't be able to see you that much on that day, I think about it for hours, because I want to be able to see you." he said. His words only took about half a minute, but it felt like they stretched on forever as he spoke them to Clare, wishing that this had never happened, and they were watching a movie or something instead of this.
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Post by clarisse renaldi on Oct 3, 2008 14:05:00 GMT -10
A silent tear slid down her cheek. Her brown eyes wandered up to the sky, and her head leaned on his shoulder. It looked like it would rain. "I know. It's so hard, now. I have no idea what to do. We keep fighting, and making up over and over again. It's starting to get ridiculous. It feels like you think you can buy my love, with all the gifts. I feel like I don't know you anymore." More tears started to slide down her cheek, at a slow pace. Clarisse's head slipped of his shoulder, and looked at him. Her words were the truth on her side of it. She didn't know what to do. It was so hard now. They were getting older, and soon would be off in college. A raindrop joined her tears, and slowly more. She ddin't care it was raining. Clare just wanted the pain in her heart to be over. |
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Post by nickolas jones on Oct 3, 2008 14:10:28 GMT -10
what he's wearing...
Nick felt a raindrop hit his face as he listened to Clare talk. He knew she was right, and he did not know what else he could do. He wanted to just go back and change everything, like buying Clare things over and over again, even though he knew she hated it. He had not meant to, but somehow, it was like someone else, or another side of him, made him act this way. "So, what do you want to do?" he asked softly. If she had asked him that, he would have said that he wanted to make it up to her, and change back to how he used to be. But it did not really seem to matter what he wanted, it was her opinion that he wanted.
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Post by clarisse renaldi on Oct 3, 2008 14:18:16 GMT -10
More tears slid down Clare's cheek. Her head hung down. "I don't know. I do want to be with you, but at this rate it won't work out. We're fighting over nothing. We need to stop if you want to be together." Her voice was quite like a child. She layed down for a moment, before standing up. She walked down to about waist length in water, and turned back around to face him. "I just don't know you anymore, Nickolas." She murmured quietly, before turning her head back to look at the horizon line. Everything was so complicated. She put her hand underneath her chin, as if she had something under her elbow. She was utterly confused. It was feeling to her like it was impossible to work out. As if they weren't meant to be, and would just end up horribly. |
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Post by nickolas jones on Oct 3, 2008 14:28:50 GMT -10
what he's wearing...
Nick nodded, looking down as she walked into the water. He stood up, but stayed where he was. He knew that she was crying more, and tried to think of something to say, not liking to see anyone, including Clare, unhappy. "I want to be together," she said, "I don't know if we can stop fighting, but we can try. If you give it a try, I'm more than willing to." He spoke slowly, taking a deep breath afterwards Please say you are willing to, he thought, not wanting her to say the opposite. He looked at the horizon as well, as a few more drops fell, falling more rapidly now. The sun, that had been hidden behind clouds, was setting.
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Post by clarisse renaldi on Oct 3, 2008 14:36:04 GMT -10
Now it was tears of joy sliding down. A breath of relief was released from Claire. "That's all I want to here." She murmured. "Let's just... start fresh. Forget the past." She added, her feet picking up the wet sand and releasing it to fall back down. A heavy load had been lifted off her shoulders. It was nice to have that over with. No more awkwardness, fighting, and spending a little too much money on each other. Sure, she did happen to like it. It was wrong, though. It wasn't like she'd start fighting after this just to get the cash. The though in Clarisse's head even sounded wrong to her. Sure, she could be a jerk. But she wasn't quite so evil. At least, she wouldn't be nearly that evil to Nickolas. They could start fresh, forgetting about their previous fights, and ranting at each other. Now, it would be a much nicer and happier relationship. That was all that she wanted. |
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Post by nickolas jones on Oct 3, 2008 14:49:43 GMT -10
what he's wearing...
Nick smiled and looked up as he heard her speak. Of course, he knew that things would not immediately be better, but it was a start. He now really did just want to forget what had happened between them before and just start again new. He looked at the sun setting, and smiled again. "Well, since we're here, there's a beautiful sunset to watch," he said. He hoped that they could stay on each other's good sides now for a long time.
ooc: sorry it's short, I have writer's block XD
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Post by clarisse renaldi on Oct 4, 2008 3:32:17 GMT -10
"I hate you for being so lovable." Clarisse said, smiling. At a slow pace like in a romantic movie, she got out of the ocean. She stood by Nick, a grin across her face. Everything was over, yet had just begun. That was what she wanted. Her arm wrapped around his waist, and her head on his shoulder. If it were a movie, that was were all the fancy cursive-osh text came up reading 'The End.' Not for them. It was the end, yet the beginning. She was happy for that. No more tears were relaeased from her dark brown orbs. She released a breathe, relaxing herself. She looked at the beautiful sunset, though the sun itself was covered by clouds. That did happen to mean she didn't need sunglasses. The rain had slowed, now following at a steadier pase. |
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