Post by Lori on Aug 21, 2017 2:23:12 GMT
Lark's outfit
Intro for Kat
The big talk of the night for the past few days had been all about Vic's party. It was at his beach house, it was going to be fun, there'd be drinks, blah blah blah. The soccer team had been all over it. Of course Lark, being who she was to the school, was left completely out of the conversations. It didn't bother her much; it wasn't like she would have been able to go anyway. The only reason she was even out at the café this time of night was because she asked her parents if she could grab some dessert there. It was eight now, but she had to be home by ten; it was plenty of time to eat something in theory but Lark's intentions were not all about food currently.
It wasn't too long ago that she had happened upon Stella in the girls' bathroom and ultimately ended up finding out a scary possibility for her. She stayed as long as Stella had wanted her to that day; Lark had to be a support to her. Who else was going to be? And honestly, anyone would need someone in that situation. If Lark was being completely honest though, she wasn't expecting much to come from this. She'd stick around until Stella found out the truth and then she'd run off back to the other cheerleaders, leaving Lark in the dust right back where she'd pretty much been exiled to. It sucked and she didn't really want that to happen...but that was how it was. As a result, she was a bit surprised when Stella purposefully passed by her in the hallway earlier that week. It hadn't been crowded at that time; somehow Stella had managed to tell her to meet her at the cookie dough place tonight. Lark didn't even get a chance to respond before Stella had walked away. She wondered if something was wrong. Had Stella already found out? Was she wanting to break the news to Lark in person? Or what if something was wrong?
She let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair thinking about it. She had been in the cookie dough café for about ten minutes now. There wasn't anyone else there, save for a couple of employees. Anyone else who had come in got theirs to go. Lark was sure she didn't do the workers any favors by only asking for a bottle of water. But she wasn't hungry at the moment. She wasn't sure if anxious was the right word.... But she was preparing herself. Part of her felt so stupid for actually showing any openness to Stella. But the other part of her knew it was the right thing to do. And it was what she had to do. And now that something was opened, no matter how small, it just felt like it was going to be taken away too quickly and too easily. And she couldn't help but think to herself, tonight's going to be the night. She brought her water bottle to her lips, taking a sip in attempt to relax herself. Yet the thought echoed through her mind again: tonight's going to be night. And the closest thing she'd had to a friend all year, just like that, would be gone.
Intro for Kat
The big talk of the night for the past few days had been all about Vic's party. It was at his beach house, it was going to be fun, there'd be drinks, blah blah blah. The soccer team had been all over it. Of course Lark, being who she was to the school, was left completely out of the conversations. It didn't bother her much; it wasn't like she would have been able to go anyway. The only reason she was even out at the café this time of night was because she asked her parents if she could grab some dessert there. It was eight now, but she had to be home by ten; it was plenty of time to eat something in theory but Lark's intentions were not all about food currently.
It wasn't too long ago that she had happened upon Stella in the girls' bathroom and ultimately ended up finding out a scary possibility for her. She stayed as long as Stella had wanted her to that day; Lark had to be a support to her. Who else was going to be? And honestly, anyone would need someone in that situation. If Lark was being completely honest though, she wasn't expecting much to come from this. She'd stick around until Stella found out the truth and then she'd run off back to the other cheerleaders, leaving Lark in the dust right back where she'd pretty much been exiled to. It sucked and she didn't really want that to happen...but that was how it was. As a result, she was a bit surprised when Stella purposefully passed by her in the hallway earlier that week. It hadn't been crowded at that time; somehow Stella had managed to tell her to meet her at the cookie dough place tonight. Lark didn't even get a chance to respond before Stella had walked away. She wondered if something was wrong. Had Stella already found out? Was she wanting to break the news to Lark in person? Or what if something was wrong?
She let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair thinking about it. She had been in the cookie dough café for about ten minutes now. There wasn't anyone else there, save for a couple of employees. Anyone else who had come in got theirs to go. Lark was sure she didn't do the workers any favors by only asking for a bottle of water. But she wasn't hungry at the moment. She wasn't sure if anxious was the right word.... But she was preparing herself. Part of her felt so stupid for actually showing any openness to Stella. But the other part of her knew it was the right thing to do. And it was what she had to do. And now that something was opened, no matter how small, it just felt like it was going to be taken away too quickly and too easily. And she couldn't help but think to herself, tonight's going to be the night. She brought her water bottle to her lips, taking a sip in attempt to relax herself. Yet the thought echoed through her mind again: tonight's going to be night. And the closest thing she'd had to a friend all year, just like that, would be gone.
