He's Peppermint Tea You Steeped for Too Long and Rips in Your Favorite Jeans

He’s peppermint tea you steeped for too long and rips in your favorite jeans. He’s the butterscotch candy that just appears in the purses of little old ladies. He’s drive-thru diners and licking greasy fingers. He’s a melody stuck in your head but you never know the words. He’s the word on the tip of your tongue and the things you say without thinking. He’s anxiety and caution and angst. He’s the slightly pulpy last sip of lemonade when it’s a scorching hundred degrees. He’s the pennies in your pockets in exchange for a thought and the sprint to beat the parking meter. He’s cold coffee and sleepy conversations and the umbrella that breaks in the rain. He’s puddles and wet socks and the thump of your tennis shoes in the dryer. He’s leftover Easter candy, chalky and stale, and the stomachache you can’t seem to regret.  

He’s too much and never enough.

He’s killing you softly and you don’t even care. 

Bulgaria - 15 November 2012

I don't know much about Bulgaria,
Only Quidditch and Viktor Krum
And that the captial is Sofia.

Three hours spent together every week
Yet I don't know you.
You don't know me.

All I know is that you smell like
Cough drops and cigarettes
You're left handed
And your handwriting is worse than mine.
Yesterday, you told me you were cold
And you shut the window.

We've never had a real conversation
Only discussions about totalitarian regimes.

She's Curse Words and Eating Peanut Butter Straight from the Jar

She’s curse words and eating peanut butter straight from the jar. She’s rolling the windows down on a hot summer day. She’s the dirt underneath your fingernails and the sand castle you never finish. She’s everything you can’t say and the things you can’t admit. She’s the poetry you want to write and the stacks of unread books beside your bed. She’s sarcasm and the laugh you can’t hold back. She’s the snorts and the giggles and the cackles and the shakes. She’s burnt marshmallows and campfires and menthols. She’s the thunder when it rains and the earthworms coming out to play. She’s the cold feet in your bed and the pop-rocks feeling when she touches you. She’s the dragons in your breath on cold days and crackling ice.

She is everything you love.

She burns you alive and you don’t want her to stop. 

New Story Idea

Some people prefer last words; I prefer the first ones. By the time your last words are spoken, you’ve had enough time to plan them out, get them to roll perfectly off your tongue and out into the world. It’s the first ones that will surprise you, pop out and make a mess of things. We don’t have control over our first words, and that’s what makes them special.

When he said his first words to me, it was on a dreary Tuesday afternoon. “Well, aren’t you just the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” The man was mammoth. Tall in a way that made people stutter upon seeing him, and hair that reminded me of a dormouse, he was something else. All freckly and gawky, he wasn’t much to look at, excepting his height, of course. Then he smiled. He leaned over the counter, branding a flashing smile reminiscent of the old toothpaste commercials back when we had TV. I almost expected a sparkle to appear with a faint dinging sound.

I didn’t have time in my day to respond. So I didn’t. I still had a day’s worth of filing to do, not to mention my boss would’ve had my head if I fell behind again. Running around the store, I kept up with my work, not letting some behemoth of a man get in my way.

He spoke up two minutes later, grabbing my wrist as I rushed on past. “I do hate to be rude, but a girl like yourself should know that she really is beautiful.”

“I thought you were talking to the cat.”

His eyes flew wide, and his head tilted slightly to the right. “Don’t think too much of yourself, do you?” He asked, still holding on to my wrist.

I shrugged my wrist out of his grip. “No more or less than a normal person. It’s just a beautiful cat.”

I didn’t know that later, I would be dying to hear those first words from him again. 

Random Character Ideas

Savannah Edelman
Savannah Edelman knew a lot about very few things, but what she knew, she knew well. She knew that when people say they understand, they usually don’t. She knew that when people said they were sorry, it either wasn’t their fault or they didn’t mean it. But most importantly, she knew that the repulsive, pitiful thing that was Adam Moore’s beard had to go. 

Eddie McAllister
Eddie McAllister was no one’s bitch. Many had tried, but each ended up empty-handed, tail between their legs, and never brought up the subject again. She took the insult ‘bitch’ and made it hers; she owned that fucker, no questions asked. At one point, she even contemplated getting it tattooed, but she was drunk and the idea faded along with the alcohol in her bloodstream.

June McAllister

June McAllister didn’t speak often, but she made it count when she did. Her words were carefully chosen, usually loaded with barbs and could tear one’s soul into shreds. It’s not that she was rude; she spoke only to insult those that truly deserved to be insulted. It often surprised those around her when she did choose to speak, but considering who her sister is, it really shouldn’t be all that surprising. 

Adam Moore

There never was a boy more prone to hypochondria or exaggeration than Adam Moore. He thought very highly of himself and the only other thing he took seriously were his various ‘ailments’, and he expected nothing less than complete and utter compassion or commiseration. 

Jevon Walden

Jevon Walden was a weeper. Every little thing would move him to tears. He cried during TV Hallmark specials, infomercials (God forbid anything reminded him of Billy Mayes), a heartfelt lyric, anything. When he cried, he didn't care who saw - crying helped score him points with the ladies - and that's the way he wanted it.

Daisy Nolles

Daisy Nolles likes pretty things. She found nothing wrong with enjoying the simple pleasures in life, like a beautiful bouquet of flowers, or a good homemade apple pie. Some people would say she was lazy; she says she’s just enjoying the view. What view, people don’t really know, but Daisy likes to keep people guessing. 

Pairings

Savannah x Adam

Daisy x June

Jevon – ladies man

Eddie – independent woman who don’t need no man

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I'M SORRY I'VE BEEN SO BAD AT POSTING THINGS. 

I hate how blogger puts my tags in alphabetical order. That is NOT the way I wanted them to go.