Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Aug 13, 2012 17:10:26 GMT -5
we were younger then
SO MUCH YOUNGER THEN - - -
{ everything seems rotten through }
the eyes of the forgotten
"Well, at least there aren't any high expectations," Adam replied with a shrug, not all that bothered about any possibility that he was not considered a gentleman. He had very few manners and did not really care whether he hurt someone's feelings or not. Mona and Annabel were exceptions but even then his apologies or any tingling of guilt was not an average 'I'm sorry'. This probably caused more problems than anything but that was how the boy was hardwired. "At least if I have my moments I can shock people. That's always fun." Those were always the best moments, the ones where people's jaws drop and they have no idea what to say.
Mona probably knew this little fact already, but she was one of the few people he kept around. One of the few people he actually considered a friend. Sometimes there were stand-offs and confrontations but they were usually on his end. He had a temper and was not afraid to let it out. It was a shame he was not better at displaying how much her being around meant to him. "Tch," Adam huffed, turning his head away from her. "There's a lot of things people don't know about me. Kinda prefer it that way. Makes me mysterious." He cast her a side glance and wiggled his eyebrows a little while keeping the rest of his expression rather neutral. It was true, though it was more to keep him safe than to be mysterious. Adam simply was not an open book. Neither was Mona, it seemed, but their friendship was coping just fine without all the nitty gritty details. "Well at least he will be easy to cuddle with in bed. All furry and shit." That was almost embarrassing, admitting to having watched Sesame Street when he was younger. But that was just it; he was a child. Still was a child but Adam liked to think otherwise. Admitting these small simple things felt so foreign to him even though there was no need to feel that way.
The communication between them always seemed choppy. So many blanks that should be filled in but were left empty. Adam was secretive about his life, and Mona did the same. He felt good knowing that she was willing to share the information about her mother but at the same time he felt as though there needed to be compensation for it. Like he should tell her something in return. But what? What was safe enough? Felt safe enough? Nothing, really. With a small grunt, Adam agreed non-verbally that he was willing to drop the conversation. He did wonder sometimes how their friendship would be if they actually talked about things below the surface, but every time it was like staring at a black screen. There was no definite picture to be envisioned. He inwardly sighed as she walked out the front door. Without hesitation he followed and kicked it shut behind him. "Fine by me. We'll find something more entertaining to do." Like act that none of the previous conversation ever happened. Adam could do that. It did not do any good to think on it anyway. That allowed for the guilt to seep in.
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