Post by emmett on Aug 28, 2010 23:29:26 GMT -5
So think real slow
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Emmett knew that there were plenty of people who would scoff at the idea of believing what Anissa said. Who would call him stupid for even briefly considering it, that there was no reason to listen to her. In fact, most people would just assume the girl was crazy and blame it on her parents or an over active imagination. Emmett knew that. There were a thousand reasons to write Anissa off as insane, getting to continue his peaceful existence not being the least of them. But he couldn't, and wouldn't, live with himself if he did that. Because none of the reasons that existed were good enough to ignore something he needed no proof to know was true. Something in him didn't question Anissa, as if it was instinctive to skip over the denial stage and go straight to being as comforting as he knew how. The boy didn't need to stop and wonder whether it was Noah that he ought to remain loyal to since it was him who Emmett had known better. Or thought he had at least. There was still the dark corner of his mind that dwelt on the irrational anger in him, boiling over itself until the time when Emmett gave it his full attention, let himself be as angry as he wanted. It would have to wait, for some time later when he wasn't being watched as closely by Anissa as he was right now. Because he didn't need her to know that the idea of simply going back to their home town had already occurred to him. Beyond just telling the police like she should have when it first happened, but to go right to the source. It would probably be easy to find Noah if he wanted to, especially if Emmett put everything he had into it. There was no reason for Noah to think anything was going on just because Emmett wanted to see him, other than the amount of time they hadn't spoken. This was true for most of the people from high school though, it could easily be explained away. Emmett was terrible at keeping in touch, always had been and it was nothing personal. This plan took no time at all to come up with, there weren't many complications. But looking over at Anissa, he didn't think she'd find the same comfort in knowing how quickly they could find him again. Might have been more of a cause for concern. This girl didn't need another one, something that he was reminded of when this new staring thing she was doing meant noticing right away that it looked like she was about to cry again.
" Sorry, didn't mean to upset you," he said rather quickly, even if he wasn't sure what he was apologizing for when nothing that he had said before sounded all the mean even when he looked back on it. Better to just say sorry than question Anissa's emotions and the rollar coaster kind of way they changed. He didn't think, didn't take the time to consider, that she wasn't crying for the same reason as before. Not right away any way, and it wasn't a concept that he came up with all by himself. It was the words that he wouldn't have heard if they were any where else in the city that was rarely quiet let alone silent. They made him stop dead in his tracks, even wonder for a moment whether she'd actually said it or if he was imagining things. But seeing as this would have been a really bad time for him to start hallucinating, Emmett decided to just believe that Anissa was actually grateful for him being there. It wasn't like she had made this terribly obvious since inviting him to sit with her what seemed like ages ago. In fact, the girl had made more of a point of telling him that he shouldn't have been there for any of this in the first place. " Anytime, really," he told her with a small smile, never losing the calm tone that seemed to work best around her, never sounding more sympathetic than before mostly because he didn't want to make her think he was only there because he pitied her. Though he did, after all it would be extremely hard not to even for people who cared less for strangers than he did. It was a very sad situation, one that didn't have any guidelines or clear end. No big solution was going to come as quickly as his Noah plan had. Emmett couldn't deny that it, and he thought anyone would have a hard time finding someone who disagreed. There wasn't any book you could buy or class you could take that would make this whole thing make sense. There was nothing out there that he could do to change what had happened in the past. Absolutely nothing. And it was sad, he felt sorry for her.
Maybe he wasn't going crazy sitting there after all, feeling sorry for her was what most people would do. They would try their best to comfort her and at the end of the day pat themselves on the back for doing such a good deed. Emmett could do that. Could continue with his desire to just be normal and wish her the best of luck. Let her know just how sorry he was by simply telling her instead of showing her. But that wasn't the reason for why he stayed. It was not guilt that kept him there, nor was anything forcing him to control his temper despite being yelled at for hearing what he couldn't stop her from saying. Emmett was there because he chose to be, because he could see that there were things more important than how comfortable he was with his own sanity. He didn't think this made him an exceptional human being, it was just that he knew what he could live with and what decisions would eat away at him until he did the right thing in the end any way. It wasn't about being an exceptional human being, just an ordinary one. There wasn't really any second guessing to his kindness, no hesitation to try and find ways to calm her down as much as possible. It was what Emmett would have expected from anyone, it was the kind of thing he grew up with. Both his parents had made sure that their four kids, Emmett and three horrible sisters, all had the sense to help others whenever they could afford it. That none of them grew up to be the kind of person that Emmett had originally wished he was, the kind who wouldn't feel so personally responsible for something he knew he both didn't do and couldn't control. Instead they raised a kid whose heart wouldn't budge no matter how much his mind told him to get away from this troubled girl already.
So he found himself discussing tattoos with her, getting use to her staring the more he talked. Emmett wasn't sure what caused the change from looking at the ground to now where the only time he didn't feel watched was when she blinked. But it was still better than the almost vacant Anissa from before, at least now it was like there was actually someone there other than himself. " Really am running out of places to put them," he agreed with a small and a little nod," Not sure what I'm going to myself when I do though," Emmett added thinking about it while taking a moment of examine the already ink covered skin on his arms absentmindedly. It wasn't easy to picture him just getting a hobby or something when he was bored some number of years from now, the mental images of him playing gold or collecting antiques were hardly realistic by any means. The boy would probably just put an even greater importance on music if that time ever came. For the moment he was just getting new tattoos done when he saw fit. This resulted in not only the arms but also most of his chest already being done and even having some on his legs. Not that he was about to show Anissa all this, might be a bit forward to just start taking his clothes off like that to let her see the different designs that weren't as obvious as the others at the moment. " I'd say go for it if it matters to you, but I might be a little biased," he said with a small laugh, it being very clear that he might not be the best person to go to for a fair opinion on whether a tattoo was a good idea of not. Emmett found he didn't worry all that much about the regrets people always thought they'd have eventually. Maybe he would have them one day, but for now it was something he just liked. Everyone goes through changes, there were always going to be things that you have to live with and that you wish you could change looking back. It would just be easier to see his.
It was almost strange though, to him, how quickly they could start talking about something else. Something other than the bomb she had already dropped on him. Emmett knew he could have protested it and argued that she had to keep talking until he knew absolutely everything up to what the weather was like when it happened. But just talking to her was much more pleasant, was a welcome break from the knowledge that would probably cause him many headaches later on when he worked himself into more of a fit about it the longer he was left alone with the facts. " A walk sounds good, don't care much for this thing any way," he said pointing to the old swing set as he stood up, stretching a bit afterwords. Though it wasn't like he'd been sitting for so long that he felt stiff and sore from it. More so the tension in how he had been sitting without thinking about it that made standing up again feel awkward and momentarily impossible. " Well then, what'd you want to know about little old me?," Emmett asked once he looked back over to her to see if she had any direction in mind for this walk or if it was going to be as unplanned as everything else so far that day. The boy didn't have any big secret to tell her, or many secrets at all. Any that he still had weren't really bothering his conscience enough to come to mind now. But she could just as easily ask what his favorite kind of ice cream was if that was what interested her. Even if he thought the majority of his life story was horribly boring, he wouldn't stop her from asking for details about it.
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TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] moi
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OTHER:[/color] so this was really late, sooorry for zee wait
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