Every Precious Thing (Noelle vs JD Anton)
Aug 28, 2016 23:54:55 GMT -5
Post by Noelle Smith on Aug 28, 2016 23:54:55 GMT -5
[Online Blog: Noelleicious.com]
Full Circle?
Hello FGA Fans
It’s been awhile, I know. I’ve been terrible about keeping you all updated on how I’ve been doing since my injury at the hands of Sara Cochran. There’s really no excuse for this, though I have done my best to read every single well-wishing Tweet, email, even actual handwritten cards and letters.
There were a lot more of them than I thought there would be, and they meant a lot to me, each and every one.
Anyway I wanted you to all know, that I’ve got a match coming up for the twentieth episode of Vertigo. It’s hard to believe that it’s been that long already, right?
But I’ll be there, facing a man named JD Anton. He’s new to the company, and you fans. Try not to be too rough on him, will you?
#MuchLove
Noelle
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August 23 2016
They expected her to be mad, she supposed. Well, maybe not Izzy. Izzy knew her better than most people on FGA’s current roster. Zero likely didn’t care if she was really mad, the expectation of her anger was more than enough for that lanky gingerbearded … she stopped her thoughts from going into an unkind spiral, and not because she really had much positive to say or think about Zero McHannon, but more because she cared about how Kamijo would feel if she ever slipped up and said it, so it was best not to think it unless she had to.
Zero forgot about how hard she fought him, after she’d put down Jimmy Page. Or maybe it wasn’t that he’d forgotten, but it was easier to pretend that she hadn’t almost gotten him, too. That particular thought made her sigh because the word almost had defined a lot of her career to date. She’d almost done so much in FGA, hadn’t she? Almost won this, almost won that. Almost had the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title her first real go. Almost had enough to give Tony Carmine a rare loss, to take his Pride title. But almost didn’t put those wins on her record, almost didn’t give her those titles.
She had of course eventually gone on to get the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title, on what could have, maybe even should have been her first defense. But it wasn’t. It was an excellent match, one that planted a seed of respect for Fujiko. Then she’d gone on to lose it to Izzy Anders, and she should have been bitter. She should have been choking on salt like she was Edith… Lot’s wife, even though most people never knew her name they sure knew about her looking back at Sodom and turning to a pillar of salt.
But how could she fault Izzy for doing her job? That’s what wrestling was, their job. Get out there, fight, wrestle, put on the best matches possible, let the fans go home excited, sated, satisfied that they spent their money on the best thing going. Noe sighed as she set her phone down and picked up the remote next to her, she was lounging a bit on the couch with heat wraps around both her shins. Sometimes, polishing off ring rust could be a little painful, and right now she ached in places that usually didn’t, at least not for this reason.
For a second her gaze went to the pair of vases that were filled with huge bouquets of pale roses that had been dusted in glitter, making them sparkle. A soft laugh came, she’d only just confirmed who they were from, but they were one of the many things that she’d gotten for her birthday. That was a good sign, though. She’d just been so darn happy with every little Happy Birthday, and Joey really had gotten her a giant teddy bear (minus the cocaine he teased about, thankfully). Kerry had swung by and taken her for a nice dinner and they’d gotten to talk, like old times. It was pretty much the best birthday she could remember.
Not once did she feel like the people who were wishing her good things didn’t really mean them, or had something better to be doing, like hitting the links with people … she stopped that train of thought too, though it was a whole lot harder not to think about her stalker ex when he now worked for the same company she did. That would be dealt with if it became an issue, for certain. A tiny sigh, then her thumb pressed the button to run her selection of video. She hadn’t found anything about Anton, so she was watching the recording of her last match with FGA.
“Ooh girl you're shining
Like a 5th avenue diamond
And they don't make you like they used to
You're never going out of style…”
Noe could feel her face shifting to a frown. That song, Sara’s theme had grown to be a refrain in her head, a symbol of bad things, as it were. All those what if’s, all those negative vibes swirling around in her head because Sara Cochran had been her last match in FGA before her injury, though in the darkest moments since Noe had had plenty of time to understand that it had almost been her last match ever.
“You're over my head
I'm out of my mind
Thinking I was born in the wrong time
One of a kind, living in a world gone plastic
Baby you're so classic…”
She’d won, but the cost had been a whole lot of lost time, opportunities, and the worst part was apparently Sara was off dealing with legal issues after some things had gone down. After everything Noe had endured to get right back into an FGA ring… Sara wasn’t there. She wasn’t waiting for retribution, and as far as Noe could tell, even the idea that she had one coming had utterly escaped Cochran.
She’d get her one day though. There would be a reckoning, someway, somehow.
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“I don’t normally do this.” The voice was soft, the tone easy and gentle. There was a tap, the sound of a high heel hitting marble firmly, and another before the voice came again.
“But here we are. Outside of my usual comfort zone, though it’s never been about me not liking the cameras, and well...” Noelle Smith stepped into the shot, and while she was dressed casually in jeans, those high heeled boots that had been heard before being seen in leather that looked butter soft, and a loose, off the shoulder peasant blouse something about her seemed more than just what met the eye. She tossed her head, her shorter hair loose around her face.
“they say the camera loves me. I don’t know, I’ll let you all decide that for yourselves. Maybe, I just wanted to show off a lil’, for you fans and my friends, maybe even some of my co-workers. I won’t front, it’s been a hard road that got me here in front of you all again. I worked my booty off, so to speak and I don’t mean that one certain hashtag you all like giggling behind your hands about either. Ever since that last match against Sara Cochran I’ve fought just to be allowed back, to come and do what I love to do.” She paused, licking her lips. ”And the thing is, it’s not the first time I’ve been injured, and had to do just that. I guess I’m just too stubborn to give up. I’m sure some would be quick to jump on that and say I was too stupid to know when I should, but I don’t listen to that kind of negativity. It doesn’t matter what they think, it matters what I can do. It matters that I have unfinished business and not just with Sara. That’s what counts.
“So back into the mix I go, and I’ll be facing JD Anton in the opening match of Vertigo, episode twenty. There are again some people that would be so salty, so negative about the fact that they’re opening a show on their return match, against someone who is so brand spanking new to Frontier Grappling Arts that the ink isn’t likely dry on his contract. They’d piss and moan about it being the first match, about jerking the curtain - any number of really innocent sounding but actually nasty comments would be just flowing like water right about now. But then again, people that talk like that don’t get it in the first place, do they. But you know, free country and all that.” Noelle scoffed a little, one hand going from its resting spot near her hip up to flip through her hair. “To those people, I don’t know how to help you. Me? I’m super stoked. We have a shot here JD, to set the tone of the whole show. Get the adrenaline pumping in those fans, get them excited and hot for the matches after ours. Get them up off their butts and cheering. See, that’s what I get out of this. I could care less where my match falls on this show, JD because it wasn’t even two weeks ago I was still wondering if I was ever going to be able to wrestle again. I’ve been given a huge gift here, and I’m not going to waste a single solitary second of it.”
Her hands on her hips now, she looked in earnest at the camera, her large eyes focused with intent. “I’m excited to be back, JD. This match means a whole lot to me, and while I hate to make some kind of… I don’t know, general statement or something? I have no idea what it means to you. I’m flying a little blind, so bear with me. I don’t have anything solid, any concrete evidence of how you’ll react to this at all. Will you care, for an instant, about what I had to go through just to get back here? Probably not. I mean, why should you? You don’t know me, even if you do bother to go look up what I’ve done in FGA. I’m no one to you, and hell maybe I’m even less than that to you. Certainly wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had an opponent that thought that way, and trust this too JD. If you’re one of those types that wants to sling the mud at me before this match goes down?”
Noe paused, tipping her head a little to the left. “You go right ahead and do you, boo. You want to target that I’m smaller than you, I’m a woman on top of that, I’m fresh off an injury leave, go ahead. I really kind of expect you to - it’s low hanging fruit, it’s easy to pick and some people are seriously just that lazy. Maybe I’m not giving you enough credit here JD, and if that’s the case after this is all said and done I’ll be happy to admit where I was wrong. But you need to understand a few things about Noelle Smith, JD. Those intangible things that watching a few videos on youtube of my past matches can’t really tell you what you need to expect what I can do when I’m motivated, when I’m pushed, when my back is to the wall.”
She moved closer to the camera, that soft tone firming right up as she straightened, her chin tipping upward. “You need to know this though, that I’ve been through the fire, JD. I’ve been through hell and kept walking. I’ve had my weaknesses turned out and shown to me by Sunshine himself and I promise you with everything in me that nothing you say to me could match even the smallest cuts his words can put in a person’s mind. Being who I am, after all that? Staying true to me, no matter what? That’s a test I passed. I don’t know if you understand the strength that’s involved in something like that, JD. Because you see, this? This isn’t easy, what we do as wrestlers. Some do it for the money, or the fame. Some do it for the fight, when things get down and dirty, bloody and nasty. Some do it because they want that competition and they think this is the only way to get it. But easy? No, this is not. If it was easy? Anyone could do it.”
Noe let a tiny smile come to her full lips. “No matter how hard it is though, it’s what I chose to do with myself, and that’s why I worked so hard to get back here. I poured all I had into it, because right now for me there’s nothing else. Thing is, I really do see my goal. I want, what Sean Sands said he saw in my future. I want to one day hold that title that Zero McHannon is clinging to and polishing up. That’s my goal, and I’m going to do what it takes to get there just like I did what it takes to get me here and facing you. This? All this, it matters to me. This means something, JD - whether it does to you or not. Think about that for awhile.”
“Every journey, the saying goes… starts with a single step JD. This match is my single step.” She turned on the ball of her foot and walked out of the range of the camera, her heels marking her progress as the sound faded.
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July 14 2016
Everything seemed to her, to be in shades of gray. She got out of bed at least, the one thing she refused to do was be late for PT. It was her lifeline, sometimes - that hope that she would be able to get back to what she wanted to do, to wrestle again. The therapist seemed upbeat after her last session, surely that was good, right? Even so, those print off sheets looked the same to her, the numbers hadn't shifted much. Once she got home she'd cleaned up and thought about going out, but the appeal was just lacking. Her food sat nearly untouched in front of her on the table, a bite or two and she'd put the fork down. She'd eat it, she knew she needed the protein and nutrients but it tasted dull, bland. Unfulfilling.
Next to her elbow on the table, her phone suddenly vibrated and the little ringtone that played made her sit up a bit. A blink, as her hands scrambled to pick up the phone, to check the text because that was a tone reserved for one person only. A hint of a smile came, even as she felt a peculiar sting behind her eyes, and that burn of her sinuses that heralded tears.
Nooooeeeeeee
A soft burst of laughter, as she typed back her usual reply.
Kerrrrry
She had a moment where she thought to herself "How pathetic am I, to get this emotional over a stupid text" when he hit her with the next one.
I miss you
Noe drew a breath, her fingers moving over the screen lightly.
I really miss you too.
It was hardly a second before he replied with - Oh yeah? Well you know I'm never too far away, Noe. You're always more than free to call or visit whenever
I know. I've been awful about getting out of the apartment except for PT and groceries.
A pause.
But I'd like to see you soon.
There was no way he knew, was there? That she'd been stuck in a loop, like a hamster on a wheel, PT, gym. Home. Store. Home. Waiting, and waiting for a different result. Waiting to be told she was cleared, or that she'd never get cleared again. Something. Anything. Something to break her off this track that led her to be staring at the table, or out the window, or worse at the replays of all the shows she'd missed, watching the people she knew - like, love, hate, didn't matter.
I should have checked in on you more. Next time you need to run and get groceries, let me know, I'll pick them up for ya.
She blinked at that one, that was sort of unexpected, wasn't it? She missed him, missed the kids, the way he was with them and Star. All that laughter, all those smiles. Noe took a deep breath, and sent this back, though she knew he'd see more than what she'd typed.
Don't blame yourself for me being like this, boo. I need to get more motivated, and it's going so slow.
But thank you. I'll hit you up on this.
There. Better. But he'd read into it the way part of her had hoped that he would, because he knew her better than most. He knew that between those words were ones she hadn't said.
I'll make it a priority to stop in and see you before I head out of town. As a matter of fact, what are you doing tomorrow?
It stung to admit though, the depth of her gray reality.
Nothing, all day. No PT, no gym.
Another one of those fast replies then.
Well, you need to pencil some Kerry in on that blank schedule
Done and done. I'm excited, isn't that silly?
He'd laughed, she could tell. And he made another light reply that actually had her laugh a little, the sound strange to her ears because frankly it had been awhile.
Kerry was a good friend, and she didn't like this feeling that he felt bad for not checking on her more often. She was grown, right? She should be able to handle her business better than she had been.
July 24 2016
Seeing Kerry, actually engaging people on Twitter like her friend Sean Sands, it helped. Every little bit, helped. There wasn’t so much gray, when she actually let some light in. Then of course, she’d gotten quite a surprise. It was just a bit of banter, something that occurred to her that she’d actually giggled about, so she made a little Tweet about Prince Kamijo. When he showed up on her timeline things always got interesting, he was funny… no, he was witty and it seemed to her that quite a few people just didn’t appreciate that. She’d never expected that he’d actually answer.
Noe also didn’t expect to actually gain his attention.
He’d taken her out to dinner, the most fancy one she’d ever gone to for that matter. People stared but she really couldn’t blame them, because no matter how nice he looked in pictures? The reality was so much more… beautiful.
That’s where she started learning that not only was Kamijo witty, he was kind.
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Lyrics: Classic - MKTO
Word Count: 3156
Full Circle?
Hello FGA Fans
It’s been awhile, I know. I’ve been terrible about keeping you all updated on how I’ve been doing since my injury at the hands of Sara Cochran. There’s really no excuse for this, though I have done my best to read every single well-wishing Tweet, email, even actual handwritten cards and letters.
There were a lot more of them than I thought there would be, and they meant a lot to me, each and every one.
Anyway I wanted you to all know, that I’ve got a match coming up for the twentieth episode of Vertigo. It’s hard to believe that it’s been that long already, right?
But I’ll be there, facing a man named JD Anton. He’s new to the company, and you fans. Try not to be too rough on him, will you?
#MuchLove
Noelle
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August 23 2016
They expected her to be mad, she supposed. Well, maybe not Izzy. Izzy knew her better than most people on FGA’s current roster. Zero likely didn’t care if she was really mad, the expectation of her anger was more than enough for that lanky gingerbearded … she stopped her thoughts from going into an unkind spiral, and not because she really had much positive to say or think about Zero McHannon, but more because she cared about how Kamijo would feel if she ever slipped up and said it, so it was best not to think it unless she had to.
Zero forgot about how hard she fought him, after she’d put down Jimmy Page. Or maybe it wasn’t that he’d forgotten, but it was easier to pretend that she hadn’t almost gotten him, too. That particular thought made her sigh because the word almost had defined a lot of her career to date. She’d almost done so much in FGA, hadn’t she? Almost won this, almost won that. Almost had the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title her first real go. Almost had enough to give Tony Carmine a rare loss, to take his Pride title. But almost didn’t put those wins on her record, almost didn’t give her those titles.
She had of course eventually gone on to get the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title, on what could have, maybe even should have been her first defense. But it wasn’t. It was an excellent match, one that planted a seed of respect for Fujiko. Then she’d gone on to lose it to Izzy Anders, and she should have been bitter. She should have been choking on salt like she was Edith… Lot’s wife, even though most people never knew her name they sure knew about her looking back at Sodom and turning to a pillar of salt.
But how could she fault Izzy for doing her job? That’s what wrestling was, their job. Get out there, fight, wrestle, put on the best matches possible, let the fans go home excited, sated, satisfied that they spent their money on the best thing going. Noe sighed as she set her phone down and picked up the remote next to her, she was lounging a bit on the couch with heat wraps around both her shins. Sometimes, polishing off ring rust could be a little painful, and right now she ached in places that usually didn’t, at least not for this reason.
For a second her gaze went to the pair of vases that were filled with huge bouquets of pale roses that had been dusted in glitter, making them sparkle. A soft laugh came, she’d only just confirmed who they were from, but they were one of the many things that she’d gotten for her birthday. That was a good sign, though. She’d just been so darn happy with every little Happy Birthday, and Joey really had gotten her a giant teddy bear (minus the cocaine he teased about, thankfully). Kerry had swung by and taken her for a nice dinner and they’d gotten to talk, like old times. It was pretty much the best birthday she could remember.
Not once did she feel like the people who were wishing her good things didn’t really mean them, or had something better to be doing, like hitting the links with people … she stopped that train of thought too, though it was a whole lot harder not to think about her stalker ex when he now worked for the same company she did. That would be dealt with if it became an issue, for certain. A tiny sigh, then her thumb pressed the button to run her selection of video. She hadn’t found anything about Anton, so she was watching the recording of her last match with FGA.
“Ooh girl you're shining
Like a 5th avenue diamond
And they don't make you like they used to
You're never going out of style…”
Noe could feel her face shifting to a frown. That song, Sara’s theme had grown to be a refrain in her head, a symbol of bad things, as it were. All those what if’s, all those negative vibes swirling around in her head because Sara Cochran had been her last match in FGA before her injury, though in the darkest moments since Noe had had plenty of time to understand that it had almost been her last match ever.
“You're over my head
I'm out of my mind
Thinking I was born in the wrong time
One of a kind, living in a world gone plastic
Baby you're so classic…”
She’d won, but the cost had been a whole lot of lost time, opportunities, and the worst part was apparently Sara was off dealing with legal issues after some things had gone down. After everything Noe had endured to get right back into an FGA ring… Sara wasn’t there. She wasn’t waiting for retribution, and as far as Noe could tell, even the idea that she had one coming had utterly escaped Cochran.
She’d get her one day though. There would be a reckoning, someway, somehow.
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“I don’t normally do this.” The voice was soft, the tone easy and gentle. There was a tap, the sound of a high heel hitting marble firmly, and another before the voice came again.
“But here we are. Outside of my usual comfort zone, though it’s never been about me not liking the cameras, and well...” Noelle Smith stepped into the shot, and while she was dressed casually in jeans, those high heeled boots that had been heard before being seen in leather that looked butter soft, and a loose, off the shoulder peasant blouse something about her seemed more than just what met the eye. She tossed her head, her shorter hair loose around her face.
“they say the camera loves me. I don’t know, I’ll let you all decide that for yourselves. Maybe, I just wanted to show off a lil’, for you fans and my friends, maybe even some of my co-workers. I won’t front, it’s been a hard road that got me here in front of you all again. I worked my booty off, so to speak and I don’t mean that one certain hashtag you all like giggling behind your hands about either. Ever since that last match against Sara Cochran I’ve fought just to be allowed back, to come and do what I love to do.” She paused, licking her lips. ”And the thing is, it’s not the first time I’ve been injured, and had to do just that. I guess I’m just too stubborn to give up. I’m sure some would be quick to jump on that and say I was too stupid to know when I should, but I don’t listen to that kind of negativity. It doesn’t matter what they think, it matters what I can do. It matters that I have unfinished business and not just with Sara. That’s what counts.
“So back into the mix I go, and I’ll be facing JD Anton in the opening match of Vertigo, episode twenty. There are again some people that would be so salty, so negative about the fact that they’re opening a show on their return match, against someone who is so brand spanking new to Frontier Grappling Arts that the ink isn’t likely dry on his contract. They’d piss and moan about it being the first match, about jerking the curtain - any number of really innocent sounding but actually nasty comments would be just flowing like water right about now. But then again, people that talk like that don’t get it in the first place, do they. But you know, free country and all that.” Noelle scoffed a little, one hand going from its resting spot near her hip up to flip through her hair. “To those people, I don’t know how to help you. Me? I’m super stoked. We have a shot here JD, to set the tone of the whole show. Get the adrenaline pumping in those fans, get them excited and hot for the matches after ours. Get them up off their butts and cheering. See, that’s what I get out of this. I could care less where my match falls on this show, JD because it wasn’t even two weeks ago I was still wondering if I was ever going to be able to wrestle again. I’ve been given a huge gift here, and I’m not going to waste a single solitary second of it.”
Her hands on her hips now, she looked in earnest at the camera, her large eyes focused with intent. “I’m excited to be back, JD. This match means a whole lot to me, and while I hate to make some kind of… I don’t know, general statement or something? I have no idea what it means to you. I’m flying a little blind, so bear with me. I don’t have anything solid, any concrete evidence of how you’ll react to this at all. Will you care, for an instant, about what I had to go through just to get back here? Probably not. I mean, why should you? You don’t know me, even if you do bother to go look up what I’ve done in FGA. I’m no one to you, and hell maybe I’m even less than that to you. Certainly wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had an opponent that thought that way, and trust this too JD. If you’re one of those types that wants to sling the mud at me before this match goes down?”
Noe paused, tipping her head a little to the left. “You go right ahead and do you, boo. You want to target that I’m smaller than you, I’m a woman on top of that, I’m fresh off an injury leave, go ahead. I really kind of expect you to - it’s low hanging fruit, it’s easy to pick and some people are seriously just that lazy. Maybe I’m not giving you enough credit here JD, and if that’s the case after this is all said and done I’ll be happy to admit where I was wrong. But you need to understand a few things about Noelle Smith, JD. Those intangible things that watching a few videos on youtube of my past matches can’t really tell you what you need to expect what I can do when I’m motivated, when I’m pushed, when my back is to the wall.”
She moved closer to the camera, that soft tone firming right up as she straightened, her chin tipping upward. “You need to know this though, that I’ve been through the fire, JD. I’ve been through hell and kept walking. I’ve had my weaknesses turned out and shown to me by Sunshine himself and I promise you with everything in me that nothing you say to me could match even the smallest cuts his words can put in a person’s mind. Being who I am, after all that? Staying true to me, no matter what? That’s a test I passed. I don’t know if you understand the strength that’s involved in something like that, JD. Because you see, this? This isn’t easy, what we do as wrestlers. Some do it for the money, or the fame. Some do it for the fight, when things get down and dirty, bloody and nasty. Some do it because they want that competition and they think this is the only way to get it. But easy? No, this is not. If it was easy? Anyone could do it.”
Noe let a tiny smile come to her full lips. “No matter how hard it is though, it’s what I chose to do with myself, and that’s why I worked so hard to get back here. I poured all I had into it, because right now for me there’s nothing else. Thing is, I really do see my goal. I want, what Sean Sands said he saw in my future. I want to one day hold that title that Zero McHannon is clinging to and polishing up. That’s my goal, and I’m going to do what it takes to get there just like I did what it takes to get me here and facing you. This? All this, it matters to me. This means something, JD - whether it does to you or not. Think about that for awhile.”
“Every journey, the saying goes… starts with a single step JD. This match is my single step.” She turned on the ball of her foot and walked out of the range of the camera, her heels marking her progress as the sound faded.
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July 14 2016
Everything seemed to her, to be in shades of gray. She got out of bed at least, the one thing she refused to do was be late for PT. It was her lifeline, sometimes - that hope that she would be able to get back to what she wanted to do, to wrestle again. The therapist seemed upbeat after her last session, surely that was good, right? Even so, those print off sheets looked the same to her, the numbers hadn't shifted much. Once she got home she'd cleaned up and thought about going out, but the appeal was just lacking. Her food sat nearly untouched in front of her on the table, a bite or two and she'd put the fork down. She'd eat it, she knew she needed the protein and nutrients but it tasted dull, bland. Unfulfilling.
Next to her elbow on the table, her phone suddenly vibrated and the little ringtone that played made her sit up a bit. A blink, as her hands scrambled to pick up the phone, to check the text because that was a tone reserved for one person only. A hint of a smile came, even as she felt a peculiar sting behind her eyes, and that burn of her sinuses that heralded tears.
Nooooeeeeeee
A soft burst of laughter, as she typed back her usual reply.
Kerrrrry
She had a moment where she thought to herself "How pathetic am I, to get this emotional over a stupid text" when he hit her with the next one.
I miss you
Noe drew a breath, her fingers moving over the screen lightly.
I really miss you too.
It was hardly a second before he replied with - Oh yeah? Well you know I'm never too far away, Noe. You're always more than free to call or visit whenever
I know. I've been awful about getting out of the apartment except for PT and groceries.
A pause.
But I'd like to see you soon.
There was no way he knew, was there? That she'd been stuck in a loop, like a hamster on a wheel, PT, gym. Home. Store. Home. Waiting, and waiting for a different result. Waiting to be told she was cleared, or that she'd never get cleared again. Something. Anything. Something to break her off this track that led her to be staring at the table, or out the window, or worse at the replays of all the shows she'd missed, watching the people she knew - like, love, hate, didn't matter.
I should have checked in on you more. Next time you need to run and get groceries, let me know, I'll pick them up for ya.
She blinked at that one, that was sort of unexpected, wasn't it? She missed him, missed the kids, the way he was with them and Star. All that laughter, all those smiles. Noe took a deep breath, and sent this back, though she knew he'd see more than what she'd typed.
Don't blame yourself for me being like this, boo. I need to get more motivated, and it's going so slow.
But thank you. I'll hit you up on this.
There. Better. But he'd read into it the way part of her had hoped that he would, because he knew her better than most. He knew that between those words were ones she hadn't said.
I'll make it a priority to stop in and see you before I head out of town. As a matter of fact, what are you doing tomorrow?
It stung to admit though, the depth of her gray reality.
Nothing, all day. No PT, no gym.
Another one of those fast replies then.
Well, you need to pencil some Kerry in on that blank schedule
Done and done. I'm excited, isn't that silly?
He'd laughed, she could tell. And he made another light reply that actually had her laugh a little, the sound strange to her ears because frankly it had been awhile.
Kerry was a good friend, and she didn't like this feeling that he felt bad for not checking on her more often. She was grown, right? She should be able to handle her business better than she had been.
July 24 2016
Seeing Kerry, actually engaging people on Twitter like her friend Sean Sands, it helped. Every little bit, helped. There wasn’t so much gray, when she actually let some light in. Then of course, she’d gotten quite a surprise. It was just a bit of banter, something that occurred to her that she’d actually giggled about, so she made a little Tweet about Prince Kamijo. When he showed up on her timeline things always got interesting, he was funny… no, he was witty and it seemed to her that quite a few people just didn’t appreciate that. She’d never expected that he’d actually answer.
Noe also didn’t expect to actually gain his attention.
He’d taken her out to dinner, the most fancy one she’d ever gone to for that matter. People stared but she really couldn’t blame them, because no matter how nice he looked in pictures? The reality was so much more… beautiful.
That’s where she started learning that not only was Kamijo witty, he was kind.
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Lyrics: Classic - MKTO
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