to wish impossible things / kit

[KIT THEODORE WARD]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] you say i'm a kid, my ego is big i don't give a shit and it goes like this take me by the tongue and i'll know you kiss me til you're drunk and i'll show you all the moves like jagger i've got the moves like jagger i've got the moves like jagger i don't need to try and control you look into my eyes and i'll own you with them moves like jagger i've got them moves like jagger - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i've got them moves like jagger “He’s not my boyfriend, Kit.” She said, and Kit rolled his eyes, muttered. “Oh please.” People didn’t half speak to him like he was a moron sometimes. “Don’t get all down in the dumps babe, we aren’t even together and if he is like you say he is, he'll just screw me over again and that'll make you happy, won’t it? So why not just let things take their course?” He resisted the temptation to roll his eyes a second time. “Yeah, I’d be absolutely ecstatic if my best friend fucks up the single thing that makes him happy. Yeah. Over the fucking moon.” That was the point of this. Didn’t she understand it? That he couldn’t win. He couldn’t hope that Liam and Gabby would fail miserably, because he didn’t want Liam to be hurt. But he couldn’t wish them the best either, because… because… her. Stuck between a rock and a hard place. Why couldn’t there just be some magic solution that meant she disappeared in a puff of smoke and Liam was absolutely fine about it? That’d be sweet. “Good boy, Kit. I’m surprised you even know what that is.” Damn, that was all she’d had to say to that? He’d hoped it might cut deeper. If it had, it didn’t show. He decided to resort back to gross-out tactics. Talking about sex. She was probably a virgin, he thought with disdain. Fucking churchy virgin. “Funny you should mention that. I’m actually a master of safe sex. I’d have a lot of sti’s if I wasn’t. Oh! And illegitimate children.” The phrase struck a cord somewhere inside his head. It was very rare for Kit to think of things that weren’t occurring immediately around him – one track mind wasn’t even in it. But suddenly he was thinking of Sienna. Stupid girl, getting herself knocked up. But wouldn’t it have been easier if she was a stupid churchy virgin, like Gabby? He was still so angry with her. So angry that she’d been so irresponsible. But he was angry with himself, too. For reacting so badly to the news, and for not finding her and apologising already, and for letting it happen in the first place… what kind of good brother lets their kid sister get knocked up? What the hell was wrong with him? He was a shit brother, a shit best friend, just a shit person in general, and suddenly he didn’t want to be here, having this shitty argument with her. He wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else. He wanted to be somebody else, living somebody else’s life. But he couldn’t really leave now. That would be backing down. She couldn’t make him do that. So he’d just have to stay, regroup, launch a renewed attack on her until she cried. If he’d ever made her cry before he didn’t know about it. She’d never done it in front of him. She was never anything in front of him but annoying. He didn’t even really know anything about her, where she’d come from, where she was going, what she was like when she wasn’t arguing with him. But he was the same with her. It occurred to him they knew nothing about each other. That their interaction was entirely one-dimensional, that there was nothing to either one of them but shallow flimsy caricatures fighting over Liam. God, that was depressing. “Fun? He’s perfectly fun now actually. Your implication of fun is drinking and fucking anything that walks.” She was saying now, and Kit groaned with exasperation. Back to the game. Back to trying to mess with her. “Because that is fun! That is what fun is – wait a second. Hold up a second. Did you just…?” He trailed off, gave her a cocky grin. “Holy shit. You just said ‘fuck’.” He laughed. “Oh, Gabby. You bad girl, you. Liam’s a bad influence on you. Keep this up and there won’t be any pearly gates for you.” He took a casual unaffected sip from his flask. Kit was mildly irritated to see there was, in fact, a line for the ferris wheel of all things. He didn’t want to line up with Gabby, especially when she was rubbing her wrist like his touch had burned her or something. He wasn’t even sure why this was happening. Why was he riding with her again? Eh, who knew? Everything seemed like a good idea when your stomach is full of nothing but vodka. “Don’t flatter yourself.” She muttered. “Psht, don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my type, sweetheart.” note -- terrible post, gah. sorry. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY MAROON 5

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[GABRIELLE NOELLE BAKER]

when will i see you again

the first words that came out of his mouth, sarcastic. as usual. thats all kit ever was towards her was sarcastic and rude. gabby was used to it by now, so it didnt shock her much as to what he said. listening contently as he spoke about his friend fucking up and sarcasm fluent in his speech she laughed. bluntly and blaintently laughed in his face. well then let me ask you this kit. why the hell do you hate me so much if i make him happy? she looked at him blankly. thats all she really wanted to know. if he wanted liam happy, why was he so persistant to make gabby go away? she was confused. part of her didnt even want to be here. she didnt even want to go on the ride, but she was too far into it to back down now.

some would say it was a battle of pride between the two, but gabby wouldnt fully agree to that. it was pride, but it was more of fighting back. she would never stand down, never. but the thing that got her, she knew nothing about kit. and he knew nothing about her. most of their conversations were based upon insulting one another and liam. thats all they seemed to know was liam. she knew that kit had a sister that was pregnant, and she knew that he must have been pretty pissed, but that was no way to handle it, taking it out on gabby. she didnt want to bring it up, in fear he would get loud and that just wasnt in her plan. instead she shrugged and let silence take over the two of them. she was tired, tired of fighting, tired of wity banter and tired of kit. she just wanted him to leave her alone, or just explain why he hated her so much.

the silence didnt last to long, he soon began to ramble about illegitamate children. what the hell was he implying? that gabby was a whore and was going to get pregnant? this didnt really gross or frighten her. she was not a virgin, granted she had only ever been with 1 person, liam of course, but she wasnt miss prude that he assumed she was by the way he spoke. she could insult him, wasily about safe sex. yeah well at least you know how to be safe and your sister doesnt she felt the image cross her mind. saying that. him smacking her. it just wasnt pertty, so she kept her mouth shut and nodded agreeing with him. and one kit is enough for the world, we dont want any kit jrs running around she looked at him and nodded.

as he spoke about fun she let out a groan and rolled her eyes looking at him, did he ever just shut the hell up? apparently not. he was surprised. surprised she said fuck? seriously? what did he think she was? an angel? HA. she rolled her eyes once more. i have more a chance of getting pearly gates then you, babe she looked ahead, getting tired of him. she just wanted to do the ferris wheel and go the fuck home. she had lost interest in the carnival, quickly. as he spoke she nodded good because i wouldnt even give you the time of day if i was your type she didnt look at him. that wasnt an insult, but she didnt care. she was done.done fighting with him.

you left with no goodbye, not a single word was said.

[KIT THEODORE WARD]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] you say i'm a kid, my ego is big i don't give a shit and it goes like this take me by the tongue and i'll know you kiss me til you're drunk and i'll show you all the moves like jagger i've got the moves like jagger i've got the moves like jagger i don't need to try and control you look into my eyes and i'll own you with them moves like jagger i've got them moves like jagger - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i've got them moves like jagger “Well then let me ask you this, Kit. Why the hell do you hate me so much if I make him happy?” She was looking at him with a blank expression. Several cruel responses popped to mind, but he beat them back and reached for his flask instead. When he put it to his lips and tipped it up, he found it empty. That wasn’t a good sign – where had all the vodka gone? He put it away again, then glanced up and back to her. “Oh, you know, you’re just so…” He paused, wrinkled his nose in contempt, trying to think of the right word. “I’m just gonna say ‘yuck’. I know it’s not very eloquent, but it gets my point across well enough.” “And one Kit is enough. We don’t want any Kit Jrs. running around.” She was saying, nodding like she knew what the fuck she was talking about. “Whoawhoawhoa,” he cut in quickly, “’Kit Jrs.’? Hell no. Gabby, they would be called ‘Kitlets’ and I would train them into an army.” He snorted, amused. Then hesitated, grimaced at himself. Christ, he was drunk now. How the fuck had that happened? This is what she did to him. Made him drink. Made him drunk. Made him make an ass of himself. “I have more of a chance of getting pearly gates than you do, babe.” She said, as if she thought this would get to him. Really? Ha. “Fuck the pearly gates.” He replied derisively. “I bet all the fun stuff happens downstairs.” “Good, because I wouldn’t give you the time of day if I was your type.” She wasn’t looking at him, so Kit took the opportunity to pull a face at the side of her head. He recovered himself enough to screw with her, though. Tiptoeing two fingers across the back of her neck in a gesture of mock-intimacy, he said, “Oh Gab. When are we going to cut the crap? You know you want me. You know this is all misplaced sexual tension. You and me, girl. C’mon. How about it?” He laughed. On a possibly related note, he was unsure if he was going to be sick – all the booze on an empty stomach hadn’t been a good idea. Maybe the smart thing to do would be to forgo the ride, but… no. No! He wouldn’t let her win. It was their turn at the ticket booth. He dug down in his jeans pocket for change and slammed it on the counter. “Two for the ferris wheel, my good man. One for me and one for my sweet Gabrielle.” ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY MAROON 5

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[GABRIELLE NOELLE BAKER]

when will i see you again

out of all the vocabulary she was assuming kit knew, he picked yucky. was that even a real word? she rolled her eyes in the most subtle way. yes, gabby was a vocab freak. he seriously just called her yucky. she couldnt help but laugh. that was like a word, a word a four year old would use when describing pea's. she looked at him. good boy, using your words! laying on the thick amount of sarcasm, at least as much as she knew how to do. gabby turned her attention back to the line they were now waiting in. she looked around, feeling as if someone was going to spot her and somehow, for some reason, get the wrong idea. go tell liam she was hanging out with kit. but it was acutually the complete opposite. she wasnt hanging out with kit. she hated kit, she wa sonly standing here at this moment because he bombarded her.

kitlets? he was drunk, no doubt. so gabby simply played along. if thats what you want to call them, be my guest. she looked ahead, not looking at him once more. he was drunk and she was sure he might throw up, but she couldnt back down now. once again, she was too far into it now. tapping her finger against her arm, she had them crossed across her chest. she was getting anxious, impatient and edgy. there was no way she wa telling liam about this encounter. she knew that liam would confront kit and then gabby would just look like a little bitch, when in 70% of her life, she was one. she looked over at a family. her heart stopped. it was two blonde daughters a father and mother. it was her family. or what her family used to look like before they were murdered.

feeling nauseated, she wanted to turn and run. leave kit to ride the ferris wheel alone. but instead she turned her back to the happy image and groaned, got anymore of that? she had ignored all his previous statements, her mind being somewhere else. if she was going to do this, she needed to be at least intoxicated first. not saying a word when she noticed it was empty she turned back to the ticket booth. grumpy, frustrated and nostaligc, she tightened her arms and didnt move. feeling his fingers across the back of her neck she looked at him, with the fakest most disgusted face she couldve made. i love you. lets run away and have tons of babies. i cant resist you anymore kit. she rolled her eyes and stepped forward when it was their turn.

she watched him geto ut his money and pay. no turning back now, she was all in all, screwed.

you left with no goodbye, not a single word was said.