Gossip Girl Ficlet: modern english
modern english
She drops her phone, no lie, halfway between her room and the stairs, down and then outside; it cracks and crushes into pieces, she sighs, and maybe, this is all together an awful idea.
gossip girl. serena/dan.
general spoilers; 579 words, g.
for saint_renegade.
She drops her phone, no lie, halfway between her room and the stairs, down and then outside; it cracks and crushes into pieces, she sighs, and maybe, this is all together an awful idea. But semantics, right, and he was the one that completely charmed her with that smile of his, “call, you know, anytime, I don’t mind” except he was rambling and he’s cute when he’s rambling and now, she’s thinking about rambling and -
Never mind.
So Serena takes the walk, her hands folded deep into the pockets of her jacket, her fingers curling around her keys and pieces of her phone which really doesn’t bring as much comfort as she hopes for. But still, she’s trying, and she’s not about to stay home with Mom and her new drive for the next one, pathological and hopefully, she confessed to Blair years ago, not genetic. And Dan is different, which is scarier, but different in the sense that she’s curious and the curiosity remains to be seen as the good kind. Big steps, Serena, big steps.
It is, however, too late as she takes the corner to where she remembers meeting him a day and some ago; he walks her to school, they walk to school, with coffee stops and jokes about skipping - she respects that he’s determined, pushed, and she’s stuck, still though, thinking about trains and seats on the train; it’s, in the end, almost the same thing and she’s yet to make complete sense of it, but he understands.
And that’s why she pushes herself, up the stairs and then back down. She doesn’t want to bother him, it’s the drive of confusion, of wanting to be whatever it is that he’s seeing because she’s not quite sure if she sees her yet. But she’s selfish, yes, selfish and she doesn’t want to let this go.
She sighs; it's about not sleeping and mom anymore, and sometimes, a lot of the time, she feels like she's going to be an idiot if she calls and says, "oh hey" even though she wants to just come out and tell him everything. He is that person, the staple of something she wonders if she deserves to have. If anything, she thinks, she hopes.
"You know - ”
The window’s open and Dan’s arms are hanging out, his fingers brushing against the outside. He smiles lazily, amused, and dips a hand back to rest his chin against his palm.
He blinks sleepily. "Are you being an idiot?"
She blushes as he smirks, "shut up," she mumbles and she wonders really how open she is, if she can somehow curb that predictability; although, she’s tagged with the other stuff too, Serena and the mystery of why she was gone and then back. Almost the six o’clock news, she rolls her eyes.
But the pressure is building in her throat, the sullen twist of everything rising to the surface again; what does she say? Is there anything too say? So she’s just outs herself with what she can, the burst of words spilling out.
“I wanted to leave again,” she blurts, digging into her pockets and pulling out the pieces of her phone. Her keys drop and she sighs, leaning forward. “Didn’t know where to go.”
He softens, leaning back as she follows, just to see him. "I'll let you in," he calls, grinning.
She can’t help the laugh, maybe disbelief, and stumbles up the stairs to the door.
Well, okay.
-
She drops her phone, no lie, halfway between her room and the stairs, down and then outside; it cracks and crushes into pieces, she sighs, and maybe, this is all together an awful idea.
gossip girl. serena/dan.
general spoilers; 579 words, g.
for saint_renegade.
She drops her phone, no lie, halfway between her room and the stairs, down and then outside; it cracks and crushes into pieces, she sighs, and maybe, this is all together an awful idea. But semantics, right, and he was the one that completely charmed her with that smile of his, “call, you know, anytime, I don’t mind” except he was rambling and he’s cute when he’s rambling and now, she’s thinking about rambling and -
Never mind.
So Serena takes the walk, her hands folded deep into the pockets of her jacket, her fingers curling around her keys and pieces of her phone which really doesn’t bring as much comfort as she hopes for. But still, she’s trying, and she’s not about to stay home with Mom and her new drive for the next one, pathological and hopefully, she confessed to Blair years ago, not genetic. And Dan is different, which is scarier, but different in the sense that she’s curious and the curiosity remains to be seen as the good kind. Big steps, Serena, big steps.
It is, however, too late as she takes the corner to where she remembers meeting him a day and some ago; he walks her to school, they walk to school, with coffee stops and jokes about skipping - she respects that he’s determined, pushed, and she’s stuck, still though, thinking about trains and seats on the train; it’s, in the end, almost the same thing and she’s yet to make complete sense of it, but he understands.
And that’s why she pushes herself, up the stairs and then back down. She doesn’t want to bother him, it’s the drive of confusion, of wanting to be whatever it is that he’s seeing because she’s not quite sure if she sees her yet. But she’s selfish, yes, selfish and she doesn’t want to let this go.
She sighs; it's about not sleeping and mom anymore, and sometimes, a lot of the time, she feels like she's going to be an idiot if she calls and says, "oh hey" even though she wants to just come out and tell him everything. He is that person, the staple of something she wonders if she deserves to have. If anything, she thinks, she hopes.
"You know - ”
The window’s open and Dan’s arms are hanging out, his fingers brushing against the outside. He smiles lazily, amused, and dips a hand back to rest his chin against his palm.
He blinks sleepily. "Are you being an idiot?"
She blushes as he smirks, "shut up," she mumbles and she wonders really how open she is, if she can somehow curb that predictability; although, she’s tagged with the other stuff too, Serena and the mystery of why she was gone and then back. Almost the six o’clock news, she rolls her eyes.
But the pressure is building in her throat, the sullen twist of everything rising to the surface again; what does she say? Is there anything too say? So she’s just outs herself with what she can, the burst of words spilling out.
“I wanted to leave again,” she blurts, digging into her pockets and pulling out the pieces of her phone. Her keys drop and she sighs, leaning forward. “Didn’t know where to go.”
He softens, leaning back as she follows, just to see him. "I'll let you in," he calls, grinning.
She can’t help the laugh, maybe disbelief, and stumbles up the stairs to the door.
Well, okay.
-