Post by Freya Reeves on Feb 9, 2016 18:35:40 GMT -5
Perched on one of the few benches that were scattered around the courtyard was a young teenage girl. Her long legs were pulled up and tucked expertly underneath her thin body. She was leaning back, her long semi-red hair was spilling over the back of the bench as the sun enveloped her pale features. It almost would have passed for a nice, peaceful moment if her fingers hadn’t been furiously tapping out a song along her thighs. As time seemed to crawl by her fingers only continued to speed up as they remained her only outlet for her building nerves.
Why was she so nervous? It was fairly simple and completely complicated at the same time. A few weeks had passed since her best friend on the island had abandoned their friendship out of fear of hurting her. He had decided that he was too dangerous to her wellbeing and took himself out of the picture to prevent any future incidents from occurring. She was filled with regret, disappointed, hurt, angry, frustrated, confused, and pretty much every other semi-negative emotion out there. Yet, through it all she stuck to her gut reaction and respected his choice. After all, it was his decision on who he hung around with and who he didn’t. Freya had just hoped she stick around in the first boat for a bit longer.
However, as of yesterday, the dynamic between the two musicians was beginning to change again. Last night she had received what she believed to be a text and then a call. Of course, being the blind klutzy fool she is, she fumbled around with the phone and ended up declining it. After a long struggle (taking an amount of time that she is not willing to admit out loud) to call her voicemail she finally heard the message that was left by none other than Marcus. It was short, brief and filled with the nervous and awkward tone that was now becoming a physical manifestation in her tapping but it had set up a meeting if she was willing to talk to him.
Freya, of course, jumped at the chance to hear his voice in person. In a way she almost felt pathetic for how excited she had gotten just by the thought of hearing him again but she missed him too much to really care. Which is exactly what brought her to be sitting in the courtyard for the past ten minutes hoping that she wasn’t horribly early or late. Telling time was a tricky thing for her. Biting her lip, she was just about to go wonder around until she bumped into someone for the time when she heard a familiar set of heavy footsteps coming in her direction.
Her head snapped up, her blank eyes turning to the noise way too quickly for any hopes of playing it off like she hadn’t missed him. “Marcus?” Freya quickly called out, excitement and uncertainty both playing off the word expertly. It would be her luck that it wasn’t her green haired punk and it would also be her luck that he hadn’t come here to try to work things out with her which meant her excitement would turn out to be a total embarrassment. She’d simply have to deal with that if it came to light and for now breath clenched in her throat as she waited on a response from the approaching set of feet.