Kazza at the WIRED Cafe At Comic-Con - Day 2 - 19 July 2013
Fishy. That was the word which had been burnt into Beau’s mind once he had finished staring at his phone screen. Fishy. It was as if the word had morphed into the most horrendous person possible and offended him greatly all in the matter of a few seconds. Rather than continuing to look at the insulting adjective, Beau turned his attention away from his device, shoving it into his pocket with a little more force than necessary. Striding into his small kitchen which he shared with Paul he rummaged for a garbage bag. Opening the freezer door, Beau’s new target became the seafood inside. The first to go into the bin was his roommates fish fingers, apparently they were good to eat while intoxicated. Next were the anchovies which were supposed to go on pizza. Then afterwards any product that contained fish. Some might have called it extreme, maybe even obsession but to Beau it was merely cleaning out the disease before it got comfortable. It was all just too fishy.
Once finished, the fidgeting teen cleaned up the mess and himself before aimlessly wandering back into his room, where he knew a certain redhead would be parked in a beanbag reading. He was of course correct and as he passed her, a kiss was placed on top of her head. Collapsing on the floor beside Ember, a tense smile spread across Beau’s lips before he quickly hid his face in a magazine. Battling with himself for a few moments while studying the glossy picture of Kanye and Kim, Beau let out a huge sigh. “Ember, you don’t have unresolved feelings for Deaton or anything?” Pressing on before he lost his nerve, Beau grimaced at his next line. “There isn’t any fishy unresolved business that I need to be aware of? I won’t mind if there is! Just um, things out in the open and all that…” Trailing off, a pink blush spread across his cheeks.
These days Ember would take any excuse to get away from the UES. First and foremost because of the thorn in her side Dalton. But since his arrival it felt like that everything she’d so carefully pieced back together since his disappearance had crumbled apart. Her reputation, her grades, her relationship with her love ones. Everything. She’d tried hiding away from the problem for far too long. And as reality likes to do n a constant basis it came to kick her down to the ground and hard. Take today for example. Dalton had practically walked in on her in the shower. She’d scarcely grabbed her towel in time before he began to lift the toilet seat up, watching her as he pulled his pants down. Of course she had thrown her brush at him and hurried out of the room. But he was so insistent, and she couldn’t shake the feeling he wasn’t going to give up. That irritated her. Everything he did irritated her but that was bearable in contrast to school. Constantly she was under the watch of beady eyes. Whispers followed her class from class. She had to sit alone most days, sometimes in the bathroom at lunch when it got too much. That was why she excused herself from sixth period. Lying to her teacher and herself, she chalked it up to feeling sick and gathered her belongs. Catching the closest subway she traveled but she didn’t really feel free until she reached Beau and Paul’s living room. Doting on her acting skills she was able to conceal her emotion behind her smile. It never really seemed fake when she was around Beau and soon he had her forgetting why she’d come in the first place.When she was with him all the nonsense of her life didn’t matter.
Ember crouched down at the book case in Beau’s room. Her finger trailed against the spines of his favourite novels for the book she had left behind. Pulling out the novel the tips of her digits traced over the embossed font on the cover. A Catcher In The Rye, she had read it once before for English but as per routine she liked to read any narrative twice. Reading was another thing she’d scarcely done since Dalton had arrived. Ember never had the chance when she had to focus on containing his advances. God, he made her so angry. She had never hated anyone more than him. Escaping into the plot, her mind had scattered completely when she felt a soft kiss placed on her skin. Her eyes hardly looked up but her smile was evident. She continued reading, falling deeper until his question broke her concentration. Lazily she closed the pages holding her finger between to keep her page. Tucking it under her arm Ember got to her feet and approached the bed. “I thought things were out in the open.” She said quizzically. Ember perched on the edge of the mattress and looked behind her as those beautiful brown eyes of his were fixed with uncertainty. What was he referring to? There was a silence before she rolled her eyes and smiled. “Of course there aren’t unresolved feeling. I mean things aren’t resolved- Not like that of course. I don’t want that, I don’t ever want that again. But my feelings are, and you. I mean it’s you that I love. I- Why, why does that matter? Is something wrong?”
Of course love. I think I own it without meaning to, I mean I got my own office straight away and never shared with anyone. Thank you, that really means a lot to me Ember. I think rough patch is an understatement but I’m pretty sure under confidentiality or something like that I’m not actually allowed to tell you. So you’re not being rude, people just can’t tell you. It so won’t! The road trip was just to consenting adults with an arrangement. That’s all.
See that’s sign enough. They love you, so they should too. Other wise I would be in there giving them a piece of my mind. Oh I can just imagine you in that pencil skirt, all official and such. Gosh, no, scouts honor totally understand. Paul’s pretty tough anyway I’m sure he’ll just bounce back. Don’t believe you. You two are serial offenders I’m sure of it.
There is no way I’ll be going anywhere when NY is just heating up. But like the temperature, tension has been rising amongst our UES elite and I’m ready to get my tan on. So who shall we start with first UESer’s? Perhaps our little child star Ember? It seems an anchor from her past has returned from France. My sources tell me that an old target, Dalton Deaton is once again wreaking havoc on more than just his parent’s anxiety levels. Since being kicked out from home the Hollaways were kind enough to adopt him into the Brady Bunch. Seems like only yesterday Dalton was doing the ultimate Dine’n’Dash on Ember. Her feelings were never defined for boy but there’s no smoke with out fire. Something smells fishy around here I wander what poor B has to say about that?
As always I’ll be watching.
XOXO, Gossip Girl.
Whoop you got it! Zilch snickering, promise. It does come rather naturally I’m afraid to admit. Oh not really, I think they just really needed someone and I was the only person who applied. I’m not surprised Paul left out those details. I actually help undesirable people with no experience find jobs and training courses. Hm. No comment on the last part.
Pinky promise? Meh, own it I say, You can get shiz done that way. I see but if that’s the case they chose the right person regardless. Even if I am biased. Oh. Yeah, Beau told me that Paul’s kind of going through a rough patch right now. Paul just seems the same to me and I felt a tinsy bit rude intruding on that sort of stuff. Shut up, it will happen. Ever since the road trip I swear. I may be out of the loop but I’m not blind!
You seem a tad flustered and I feel as if that’s my cue to drop the subject and snicker quietly to myself. Which I shall do right now! I wouldn’t call it a desk job, it’s more like an internship. It’s nice though, I get to boss people around.
Yeah. Definitely for the better. But no snickering thank you! Bossing people is always fun. You must have had an impressive resume. So what do you do exactly? Other than bossing people around. Paul wasn’t into specifics. I still think he should swallow his pride and ask you out.
Too busy filling your time in with something else love?
Perhaps, but no for your information before I promptly move on. Not tonight at least. I just can’t lie still long enough… No. I mean. I don’t know. I’m just having trouble sleeping. Anyway what about yourself, I heard you’ve traded places for a desk job.
An hour isn’t too bad, it depends on why you got distracted. With me I literally miss the turn off every single time. I just keep driving and keep jamming away to my music and bam! Lost.
Gosh, you’re preaching to the choir. On the rare occasions they do let me borrow their car they pre-rid any music from the cabin for safety purposes. I mean, I guess I did almost crash the car mid guitar solo one time but I still think their punishment is a bit intense. Not that they’re smart enough to realize that my iPhone does the same job. Anyhow, yeah, well no. I wanted to get Beau a housewarming present but because it was late and nothing was open I had to drive a mile out of town to the nearest Ikea. Then they didn’t have what I wanted in stock and ugh. It was just a lot of hubub. But luckily my other, er, present sufficed.
Congratulations on actually getting there! My sense of direction would have had me lost!
We share even more in common then. I was an hour late. But I’m not sure whether or not that was because I actually did get lost or if I just got slightly distracted on the way.
Ladies and gentlemen the perks of being a pre-eighteen year old.