Title: Hide It Away
Tessa Brennan - February 21, 2011 07:13 PM (GMT)
Tessa sat on a bench outside the mailroom, staring blankly down at the envelope on her lap. She had not been expecting it and now wished she could go put it back in her mailbox and pretend it had never arrived. She had not opened it yet, unable to get past the handwriting on the front. She knew it well, though she had not seen it in a long time. It unmistakably belonged to her mother. Why she should write a letter to Tess was beyond the girl’s comprehension. They had barely spoken at all in the last year and suddenly there was a letter on her lap. Tessa didn’t want a letter from her mother, she wanted the real thing.
Swallowing, Tessa slowly opened the envelope, giving herself a moment before pulling the paper out. Even then, she couldn’t bring herself to look at the words. She felt shaky and was sure she might cry. Closing her eyes, Tess took a few deep breaths, calming herself. She knew what it must have taken for her mother to write the letter at all. Tess couldn’t completely ignore it. She would have to face it eventually. Slowly, she turned over the first flap and read the greeting.
At the words My dearest Countessa, the girl immediately closed the paper and shoved it back in the envelope. She couldn’t do this right now. All of this was too much for her. After barely speaking—barely looking—at her daughter for over a year, Susan couldn’t just write a letter like this and pretend it was alright. She couldn’t just use her nickname like nothing had ever happened. It had. Tessa couldn’t stand it.
Standing up abruptly, Tessa needed to leave. She would deal with this later. Right now, she needed to do something, anything. So preoccupied with her thoughts and feelings, Tess walked right into somebody, spilling their things on the ground.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” she exclaimed instantly, bending down to pick up the papers and books.
Leilani Dallas - March 26, 2011 06:58 PM (GMT)
So, turns out, she wasn't getting out of North Cali any time soon. Joy of joys, it turns out that she'd be spending her spring break in a town even more boring then Shady Grove. Her grandparents town was so small, it didn't even register on the map and it took about half an hour to get to anywhere worth calling interesting. Outside of San Francisco her ass, without a licence there wasn't a whole lot she could work with.
A bratty approach? Maybe. But even knowing Pops would be willing to take her anywhere she needed to go didn't necessarily change the way one felt. For Dallas, it was a massive amount of disappointment. Yeah, the colonel had stuff to do and sure, he wouldn't have time to have like, father and daughter time or whatever, but that didn't change the fact that she really, really, really wanted out of this area in a bad way.
Gran mentioned a make up gift on the way, which in reality meant Gran picked something out and scribbled a messy Dad on the card. The Colonel wasn't great with holidays, or birthdays, or anything that involved more then shoving a couple hundred dollars into her bank account. At fifteen, Dallas didn't really need or expect otherwise out of him. Well, with the exception of seeing him over spring break, of course.
"Fuck," an armful's worth of things raining to the ground. "I got it," leftover annoyance still apparent in her voice as she too dropped down to sort out the mess. "I mean, it's cool, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."
Tessa Brennan - March 29, 2011 04:02 AM (GMT)
Tessa barely noticed the other girl’s words, fully aware of the tone, however. This was exactly what she needed. All the girl wanted to do was get as far away from here as possible. She wanted to throw the letter in her desk and not look at it again for months. The last thing she wanted to do was stand here in front of the mailroom and have the envelope burning in her hand the entire time.
“Me neither. Sorry,” Tessa mumbled, gathering the materials on the ground. Now, where was the letter? As much as she didn’t want to read it, she couldn’t just lose it either. Eventually, one day she would have to look at it. Probably before she went home for the summer, but that was a long way off. Right now, most people had spring break on the mind. Tess wasn’t doing anything remotely near to her home, having not even told her parents when it was. She was sure that her grandparents knew the dates, but they hadn’t contacted her about visiting. That was just fine. Tessa didn’t want to visit them either. That would mean having to answer questions about the miss of a life she was living.
Having gathered everything on the ground, Tessa stood back up, handing some of the books to the girl opposite of her. She didn’t even bother to look at them, for she had only been carrying the letter; which was not in her stack of things.
“Here you go,” she said, waiting for the girl to organize her things. “I’m sorry about that. You don’t have a letter in there, do you?” Where else would it be? It wasn’t on the ground as far as Tessa could see. Forcing herself to stay calm and not look any more like a mess than she already did, Tessa attempted a smile.
Leilani Dallas - April 3, 2011 05:08 PM (GMT)
Easiest way to make Dallas feel like a jerk? Be nice in the face of her thoughtlessness. Firing back tended to cement bad reactions and could keep her going for a small while. On the other end, with amusement or gentle cluing ins took a bit longer to understand. Simply letting it roll off your back and apologizing? Yeah... one way ticket to jerk central right there. It wasn't that she was selfish, or self absorbed or anything like. Really, if anyone ever called her those things, she'd be pretty put out about it.
No, it was more like... social cues escaped her until after the fact. Like now, for instance. Now it wasn't so hard to tell that something might be bothering the other girl. She looked familiar, in that way that so many of the other students looked familiar, but she wasn't friendly with for any number of reasons. They might have had a class, they might share an acquaintance. Plus, she was pretty sure they were both sophomores.
"Thanks," Dallas accepted the books, trying to bring some kind of working order to them again. She opened her bag and tried squashing things into the overladen contents. That might be as good as it was getting, probably best to get this package and get back to her dorm. The girl's question stopped her from beating a hasty retreat though.
"Um," a letter. She hadn't seen a letter, but that didn't mean anything. It could just as easily fallen in amongst the notes tucked into various books that would need resorting soon enough. "Maybe," she flipped through some papers, and found the envelope in question, pressing some more into her bag.
"I'm guessing you're Tessa," she asked handing the envelope over to the other girl. "I'm Dallas," since it seemed only right to introduce yourself after nearly filching someone's mail.
Tessa Brennan - May 19, 2011 02:25 AM (GMT)
Tessa gave a sigh in relief when the other girl found the letter. It took all of her self control not to immediately grab the envelope. As much as she wanted to tear it up or burn it, she also wanted to hold tight and never let go. She hadn’t even read the whole thing, which unnerved her. Anything her mother did at this point unnerved her. Tess wondered what she had to say and didn’t care at the same time. It was a peculiar predicament.
In the past, she would have been happy with anything from her mom. She loved her mother—still did, really. Now, it was just more complicated. Perhaps if she hadn’t pushed Tessa away…well, that was another story. Something she couldn’t really afford to think about right now. Not when there was a living, breathing person standing in front of her, still holding out the envelope.
Gingerly, Tess took it from the girl—Dallas as she introduced herself—smiling ever so slightly. “Thanks,” she said softly. “It’s nice to meet you, Dallas.”
Wondering briefly what to say, the girl eventually decided on another apology. That’s what she did when she was in these sorts of situations. If she actually knew Dallas it might have been easier, but Tess really doubted it. She was quite off her game in every sense of the word. She couldn’t really get her mother off her mind, which probably was a bad sign for whatever impression she was going to make on this girl, but she tried anyway.
“I’m sorry again. I wasn’t paying attention.” Then, she was sparked by something. “You’re in European History with me, right?”
(OOC: Soo very sorry about the extreme lateness of this! Finally got a break from school.)