Post by Lori on Oct 26, 2017 4:31:49 GMT
Every time she seemed to run into Percy, Phoebe had no idea what to expect. She didn't know how ve was going to react to certain things. She wasn't sure how much ve was going to open up. She didn't know how much in general ve would share. She had absolutely no idea what was going to happen around Percy. So much with ver was unexpected. And somehow what always came as most unexpected were vis little inklings of smiles. The tiniest twitch in vis face or lips that would hint that there was some emotion there. That there was a chance at happiness. Even though they had only met a couple of times and were still getting to know each other, somehow Phoebe had always hoped a little more would come out each time.
And this time.... This time it did.
Ve smiled. Legitimately actually smiled. It wasn't the little twitch ve had the first time. It wasn't the smallest implication that ve could smile. It wasn't just a hint that she was saying or doing something right around ver. This was so much different than the couple of other times Percy had the tiniest, most minuscule smiles. Because this time, ve smiled. And ve looked like ve meant it.
She wanted it so much to be that something she said made ver smile. That ve smiled at the thought of giving time to someone. That ve smiled at the thought of things getting better. That ve smiled at the thought of having vis perfect match out there waiting for ver. That ve smiled and the thought of having kids some day. If only she knew that what brought out the smile was a simple, corny statement. A statement that, as silly as it sounded, was shared with the best of intentions and made all the difference.
Then Percy said she amazed ver. It felt like an incredibly high compliment. Phoebe tried really hard not to blush at that. Her? Amazing? Oh, if only ve knew! No, Phoebe could never look at herself that way. While she knew her baggage couldn't possibly compare with others, that some had it so much worse than her, she always knew her baggage would be a lot for any one person to handle. She was a 30-year-old nursing student. In college for the second time. Before nursing school she couldn't find a full time job. She lost her brother to some power hungry cop or whatever his excuse had been. Her other brother ran off. She wasn't living on her own. She could be a bit sensitive at times. She spent more time burying herself in her schoolwork and in other peoples' lives than focusing on her own because everyone else needed something so much more than she did. It was so much easier to just focus on other peoples' happiness rather than her own problems. For Phoebe to put anything about her first that wasn't school seemed like such a foreign concept. She had never been in a relationship. She was still a virgin, for crying out loud. Things like that, all of that, just weren't normal. If only Percy really knew that what Phoebe thought of herself more often than not could never come close to what ve just described her as. Her being amazing...it just didn't compute.
But rather than commenting with all of that Phoebe looked down at her book for a brief moment and shook her head. "I wouldn't go that far. That's just..." What was a good way to describe it? "Me saying what I believe."
She lifted her head and made eye contact with Percy again, this time actually being able to see in full the smile ve had on vis face. That was what she wanted to focus on. Not her. That smile. Most people had a certain something they gravitated towards, that they found attractive. Phoebe's just so happened to be smiles. Maybe it was the fact that she just wanted to find ways to brighten other peoples' days or to help somehow but...smiles also spoke such volumes. And in that moment she couldn't recall one that spoke more than Percy's. It made her smile. Whatever she did, whatever she said.... It worked. Percy smiled. "I knew you had so much more," she couldn't help but state warmly, "like that wonderful smile."
And this time.... This time it did.
Ve smiled. Legitimately actually smiled. It wasn't the little twitch ve had the first time. It wasn't the smallest implication that ve could smile. It wasn't just a hint that she was saying or doing something right around ver. This was so much different than the couple of other times Percy had the tiniest, most minuscule smiles. Because this time, ve smiled. And ve looked like ve meant it.
She wanted it so much to be that something she said made ver smile. That ve smiled at the thought of giving time to someone. That ve smiled at the thought of things getting better. That ve smiled at the thought of having vis perfect match out there waiting for ver. That ve smiled and the thought of having kids some day. If only she knew that what brought out the smile was a simple, corny statement. A statement that, as silly as it sounded, was shared with the best of intentions and made all the difference.
Then Percy said she amazed ver. It felt like an incredibly high compliment. Phoebe tried really hard not to blush at that. Her? Amazing? Oh, if only ve knew! No, Phoebe could never look at herself that way. While she knew her baggage couldn't possibly compare with others, that some had it so much worse than her, she always knew her baggage would be a lot for any one person to handle. She was a 30-year-old nursing student. In college for the second time. Before nursing school she couldn't find a full time job. She lost her brother to some power hungry cop or whatever his excuse had been. Her other brother ran off. She wasn't living on her own. She could be a bit sensitive at times. She spent more time burying herself in her schoolwork and in other peoples' lives than focusing on her own because everyone else needed something so much more than she did. It was so much easier to just focus on other peoples' happiness rather than her own problems. For Phoebe to put anything about her first that wasn't school seemed like such a foreign concept. She had never been in a relationship. She was still a virgin, for crying out loud. Things like that, all of that, just weren't normal. If only Percy really knew that what Phoebe thought of herself more often than not could never come close to what ve just described her as. Her being amazing...it just didn't compute.
But rather than commenting with all of that Phoebe looked down at her book for a brief moment and shook her head. "I wouldn't go that far. That's just..." What was a good way to describe it? "Me saying what I believe."
She lifted her head and made eye contact with Percy again, this time actually being able to see in full the smile ve had on vis face. That was what she wanted to focus on. Not her. That smile. Most people had a certain something they gravitated towards, that they found attractive. Phoebe's just so happened to be smiles. Maybe it was the fact that she just wanted to find ways to brighten other peoples' days or to help somehow but...smiles also spoke such volumes. And in that moment she couldn't recall one that spoke more than Percy's. It made her smile. Whatever she did, whatever she said.... It worked. Percy smiled. "I knew you had so much more," she couldn't help but state warmly, "like that wonderful smile."