I suppose I’ll say that I’m very sorry I haven’t been active. I recently took over http://jennaplus1.tumblr.com for the simplygold group and have been very busy. I’m sorry :/ I’m probably going to keep this blog for a little while longer, but if anyone needs to reach me just do so through my jennaplus1 ask. I miss this group </3 I wish it didn’t fall apart… :(
“Suuuure, let’s hear you say that when you’ve skinned both of your elbows and knees,” I said.
Then there was an awkward lull in the conversation. “So… let’s go,” I said. Brain blast. “… I’ve got something for you.” I went to my room and pretended to look for it. I ransacked threw my piles of dirty laundry, underneath my bed, underneath my desk and then I searched in the closet, which is where I found it. A pink bicycle helmet with butterflies. And my mom says there’s no point in buying things from garage sales. I walked back into the living room with it and plopped it on Jenna’s head before she could protest. “It’s a little tight but… safety first!” I said putting two thumbs up.
I felt rather silly as KC emerged from his room with a bright pink helmet, but even more silly when he shoved it on my head and gave me a thumbs up. I half-heartedly returned the gesture before adjusting the straps with a sigh. “I look like I’m seven years old.”
“Nah,” KC said as he stared intently at the helmet. “You look pretty badass.”
I laughed out loud, just as the doorbell rang. Sheepishly, I unclipped the helmet and pulled it off my hair, no doubt frizzing up my blonde strands. KC opened the door and smiled at the pizza guy. I felt my mouth water instantly at the sight of the pizza but I was eager to get out of the house, too. Handing him the money, KC mumbled, “Keep the change” before closing the door.
When I turned around things were different. “Woah, woah, woah. What happened to your helmet?” I joked. I then placed the pizza box on the coffee table. I got a plastic plate for Jenna and gave it to her. I took a slice of pizza and started to eat. The cheese from the pizza was stretching like mozorella sticks, and how could I not enjoy the sweet saltiness of the anchovies. Before I knew it, I no longer had a slice in my hand. I walked back into the kitchen for the third time today and I turned the cold water on and stuck out my tongue so that I could easily drink the water; I was lapping the water up like a cat does with milk. I stood back up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I turned around and nonchalantly asked, “Ready to go?” I noticed something was off, again. “Sick hair by the way.”
”Oh,” I responded, threading my hands through my hair over and over again. KC simply shook his head at me and handed me the helmet again, which I had placed on the arm of a nearby couch. As he headed for his room to grab his board, I felt a pang in my chest. Hanging out with KC again… although it certainly made me happy, it was quite upsetting, too. It was obvious that he had moved on from me, but had I moved on from him?
“Let’s go!” he said, emerging from his room and heading towards the door. Feeling nerves begin to build in the pit of my stomach, I followed and closed the door behind me.
I was little upset to be leaving the pizza behind but I brushed my annoyance away. I grabbed my board by the truck and walked through the door with Jenna close behind. I didn’t lock the door because I wasn’t planning on straying too far from the house. I was in my jammies for Christ’s sake. No basketball practice? Today was a lazy day.
“Right here good?” I asked, we were about three blocks from the apratment. It was kinda warm out and the sun was shining. The weather was pretty bipolar, though. I should have brought a sweater just in case. But I didn’t. I faced Jenna, raising an eyebrow, and using my right hand to keep the sun out of my eyes.
”This is fine,” I told him, peering around. There were a few people on the street, walking their dogs or jogging with their iPod headphones jammed in their ears. I smoothed the wrinkles on my shirt as KC hopped on his board and did a few turns and hops. I clapped.
“Here,” he said, approaching me and kicking up the board from under him. He handed it to me, and I grabbed it. It was surprisingly heavier than I thought it would be.
“Uh, I don’t know what to do,” I said, putting the board on the ground and stepping on it with a meager foot. My sandal squeaked as I began to roll forward a few inches.
“Just kick off with your other foot, but gently,” he told me, pointing to my left foot. I nodded and scuffed it on the road a little. Before I knew it, I was propelled forward, heading towards a young couple and their dog.
Some people having been on in weeks, Clare and Fitz deactivated without warning. I’m wondering what the point is, really. I’m even losing my interest in this RP. Maybe it’s better we restart or something…
Yeah, really confusing. Especially seeing as those two seemed to be the ones who tried the hardest to keep the RP going, and then deactivated without saying a word? Confusing. I agree with you though.
Message my other Jenna, jennas-melody.tumblr.com
Please please please! I’ve had such bad luck trying to find a KC :’(
- You’re pretty.
- You’re ugly.
- Go die.
- Delete your blog.
- I could stay on your blog for hours!
- I want to get to know you more!
- I love your blog!
- You’re gorgeous!
- You’re sexy!
- I’d fuck you!
- I’d stalk you!
- You’re fat, go lose weight!
- I love you!
- I have a crush on you!
- You’re my Tumblr crush!
- I’m secretly in love with you!
My ask box is empty, so hopefully I’ll get some messages.
(Source: skininy)
“Suuuure, let’s hear you say that when you’ve skinned both of your elbows and knees,” I said.
Then there was an awkward lull in the conversation. “So… let’s go,” I said. Brain blast. “… I’ve got something for you.” I went to my room and pretended to look for it. I ransacked threw my piles of dirty laundry, underneath my bed, underneath my desk and then I searched in the closet, which is where I found it. A pink bicycle helmet with butterflies. And my mom says there’s no point in buying things from garage sales. I walked back into the living room with it and plopped it on Jenna’s head before she could protest. “It’s a little tight but… safety first!” I said putting two thumbs up.
I felt rather silly as KC emerged from his room with a bright pink helmet, but even more silly when he shoved it on my head and gave me a thumbs up. I half-heartedly returned the gesture before adjusting the straps with a sigh. “I look like I’m seven years old.”
“Nah,” KC said as he stared intently at the helmet. “You look pretty badass.”
I laughed out loud, just as the doorbell rang. Sheepishly, I unclipped the helmet and pulled it off my hair, no doubt frizzing up my blonde strands. KC opened the door and smiled at the pizza guy. I felt my mouth water instantly at the sight of the pizza but I was eager to get out of the house, too. Handing him the money, KC mumbled, “Keep the change” before closing the door.
When I turned around things were different. “Woah, woah, woah. What happened to your helmet?” I joked. I then placed the pizza box on the coffee table. I got a plastic plate for Jenna and gave it to her. I took a slice of pizza and started to eat. The cheese from the pizza was stretching like mozorella sticks, and how could I not enjoy the sweet saltiness of the anchovies. Before I knew it, I no longer had a slice in my hand. I walked back into the kitchen for the third time today and I turned the cold water on and stuck out my tongue so that I could easily drink the water; I was lapping the water up like a cat does with milk. I stood back up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I turned around and nonchalantly asked, “Ready to go?” I noticed something was off, again. “Sick hair by the way.”
”Oh,” I responded, threading my hands through my hair over and over again. KC simply shook his head at me and handed me the helmet again, which I had placed on the arm of a nearby couch. As he headed for his room to grab his board, I felt a pang in my chest. Hanging out with KC again… although it certainly made me happy, it was quite upsetting, too. It was obvious that he had moved on from me, but had I moved on from him?
“Let’s go!” he said, emerging from his room and heading towards the door. Feeling nerves begin to build in the pit of my stomach, I followed and closed the door behind me.
“Suuuure, let’s hear you say that when you’ve skinned both of your elbows and knees,” I said.
Then there was an awkward lull in the conversation. “So… let’s go,” I said. Brain blast. “… I’ve got something for you.” I went to my room and pretended to look for it. I ransacked threw my piles of dirty laundry, underneath my bed, underneath my desk and then I searched in the closet, which is where I found it. A pink bicycle helmet with butterflies. And my mom says there’s no point in buying things from garage sales. I walked back into the living room with it and plopped it on Jenna’s head before she could protest. “It’s a little tight but… safety first!” I said putting two thumbs up.
I felt rather silly as KC emerged from his room with a bright pink helmet, but even more silly when he shoved it on my head and gave me a thumbs up. I half-heartedly returned the gesture before adjusting the straps with a sigh. “I look like I’m seven years old.”
“Nah,” KC said as he stared intently at the helmet. “You look pretty badass.”
I laughed out loud, just as the doorbell rang. Sheepishly, I unclipped the helmet and pulled it off my hair, no doubt frizzing up my blonde strands. KC opened the door and smiled at the pizza guy. I felt my mouth water instantly at the sight of the pizza but I was eager to get out of the house, too. Handing him the money, KC mumbled, “Keep the change” before closing the door.
