For muse_shuffle - September Disc One
10. My head's like a kite // All my thoughts run astray // And I'm a walking cliché // When such a creature I sight
(The Shins - ‘Turn A Square’)
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They seemed to have this unspoken agreement that they weren’t going to tell anyone about their relationship. Which was fine, since they didn’t even talk to each other about it. Ever since their fight in the rain, the fact they were together was just a natural evolution. There was nothing to celebrate, nothing to occasion to mark because they’d said what had needed to be said and now they were just getting on with it.
The fact that Isabel was spending five out of seven nights at Campbell’s didn’t seem out of the ordinary, their phone calls on the nights she wasn’t there had taken a rather adult turn, but to them it was normal. They were together without acknowledging that they were together. They were just going with what felt right. Neither of them seemed willing to repeat those three little words though, and sooner or later one of them would crack.
Right now though, Iz sat on Ali’s right side as James sat on her left. They each held one of Ali’s hands, and while Iz was terrified that something had happened to Kermit, she couldn’t help but sneak glances at James whenever Ali’s head was bowed. He was her boyfriend. They were more than lovers now. More than best friends. More than partners.
She’d gotten what she’d been wanting for the past three years, and she felt this little bubble rise up inside her that threatened to burst and force her to blurt it out to anyone she met. It was entirely possible that Iz would be the one to crack. She was also finding it harder and harder to be around James and not indulge in little touches, or caresses. If anyone should know, it should be Ali, right? Their best friend.
But first the needed to know Kermit was alright, and Iz needed to not jump James in the middle of the ER. Her free hand gripped her armrest until her knuckles were white and eventually she had to excuse herself saying that she needed coffee. She left Campbell with Ali and tucked her hands into her pockets as she walked off down one of the corridors. There had to be one of those horrible vending machines around here somewhere; the kind with the lowest grade coffee imaginable.
She found one near the exit, and had only just put her change in it when she was spun around and pressed up against the wall beside the machine as some guy’s lips descended on hers in a hungry kiss. She’d know Campbell’s mouth anywhere, so the panic subsided into lust as she gripped his hair and gave into the embrace.
And just like that it was over. He pulled back to smile at her, and tug at a lock of her dark hair before he trotted back towards the waiting room. Isabel licked at her lips and sighed as she fell back against the wall and closed her eyes.
He was going to be the death of her.
Isabel Owens
Original Character
Words: 502
agentcampbell and agentsullivan used with permission
(The Shins - ‘Turn A Square’)
[Follows THIS]
They seemed to have this unspoken agreement that they weren’t going to tell anyone about their relationship. Which was fine, since they didn’t even talk to each other about it. Ever since their fight in the rain, the fact they were together was just a natural evolution. There was nothing to celebrate, nothing to occasion to mark because they’d said what had needed to be said and now they were just getting on with it.
The fact that Isabel was spending five out of seven nights at Campbell’s didn’t seem out of the ordinary, their phone calls on the nights she wasn’t there had taken a rather adult turn, but to them it was normal. They were together without acknowledging that they were together. They were just going with what felt right. Neither of them seemed willing to repeat those three little words though, and sooner or later one of them would crack.
Right now though, Iz sat on Ali’s right side as James sat on her left. They each held one of Ali’s hands, and while Iz was terrified that something had happened to Kermit, she couldn’t help but sneak glances at James whenever Ali’s head was bowed. He was her boyfriend. They were more than lovers now. More than best friends. More than partners.
She’d gotten what she’d been wanting for the past three years, and she felt this little bubble rise up inside her that threatened to burst and force her to blurt it out to anyone she met. It was entirely possible that Iz would be the one to crack. She was also finding it harder and harder to be around James and not indulge in little touches, or caresses. If anyone should know, it should be Ali, right? Their best friend.
But first the needed to know Kermit was alright, and Iz needed to not jump James in the middle of the ER. Her free hand gripped her armrest until her knuckles were white and eventually she had to excuse herself saying that she needed coffee. She left Campbell with Ali and tucked her hands into her pockets as she walked off down one of the corridors. There had to be one of those horrible vending machines around here somewhere; the kind with the lowest grade coffee imaginable.
She found one near the exit, and had only just put her change in it when she was spun around and pressed up against the wall beside the machine as some guy’s lips descended on hers in a hungry kiss. She’d know Campbell’s mouth anywhere, so the panic subsided into lust as she gripped his hair and gave into the embrace.
And just like that it was over. He pulled back to smile at her, and tug at a lock of her dark hair before he trotted back towards the waiting room. Isabel licked at her lips and sighed as she fell back against the wall and closed her eyes.
He was going to be the death of her.
Isabel Owens
Original Character
Words: 502
agentcampbell and agentsullivan used with permission