She was just sat at the bus stop on her own, She was gonna meet us down the bar later after seeing Beckie and Arabella. The girl was Annalise. She and I had a, love-hate relationship, we could get along but I always felt as if she disliked me. She was kind to me, like everyone, but she could turn and be very hostile without changing her facial expressions one bit. Annalise was Annalise, to say the least.
I join her on the bus stop. "Hey Annalise, waiting for the other two musketeers?" I joked, I knew I was horrible with humor, but she smiled at the comment, I think that was the most I had gotten out of her to be fair. "Yup, Arabella and Beckie." She replied. I think of topics to talk about, topics that will not offend her. I sit here thinking, contemplating. Then I stupidly ask her. "Hey Annalise?" I asked after the young girl seated next to me. She looked at me. "James?" She asked in response. "You ever done it?" I asked placing emphasis on the word "it." She looked at me questioningly, "It? as in cocaine, heroine, morphine. That stuff?" She misunderstood my question. "No. I mean sex." I stated this. She looked at me with her blue eyes. "What do you take me for? No I haven't." She asked her question in rhetorical format. "Hey, I didn't mean it like that Annalise." I said trying to soothe the fresh wound I had just carved into her. She just gave me the cold shoulder and faced the window. "Annie, c'mon-" I was abruptly cut off. "You think you know me!?" She had snapped. She was angry, I had never seen her like this. "Well news flash James, I'm not a whore!" She punched my arm, it hurt, she meant her punch. "You always do this! You are an egotistical, autistic compulsive liar!" She barked. Then the anger on her face disappeared as she looked at me, "I'm sorry." She said looking at me with her darkened blue eyes.
Annalise Kelly-Wicks: She was short, but acted like she was taller than you, and could intimidate you with a single look. Blue eyes that were the shade of the ocean. Her skin was pale with a tint of yellow. Her hair was a fair blonde that when you looked at it you could tell it had been dyed before. She had bags under her eyes not too noticeable, yet clear enough to see. She had tied her hair back today like she would most days. She wore a watch, always, no matter what. It was a watch fashioned of silver, it had a secret compartment in it, Annalise had told me about it once. From my knowledge she like to were fishnets or tights. She was smart, I fancied her for a while, but I gave up on that. She unlike most girls could do one thing that most couldn't, she could impress me. She was a bit of a conspiracy nut from a few things she had said, but she might've been joking. She, Annalise, was kind and sweet at her core, but she had a shell of kindness over that, this made her the nicest person I knew.
She looked at me. "James, I didn't mean it." She said looking into my eyes. "Leave it." I responded, aggravated. "James." She said. I looked at her, glaring slightly. "Jim," She prodded me. "Jimmy." she repeated this over and over, for an eternity. To be fair she had said six times at max. "Stop saying that." I asked politely. She poked me four times. "Fine-" she trailed. "and I'm sorry about her, it wasn't going to last." She gazed a gazely stare. I smile. "What's done is done, I offered Gwen a second chance." I sighed this, "She turned it down." I then checked the time. "She had me 'round her pinky finger but not anymore." I smiled. "So Annalise how's it going with Lou?" I asked, she looked at me, "He's a dickhead, he was dating another girl and he said, he said we were exclusive." She was angry but upset, I didn't think Annalise could feel angry or sad, never mind both. "He's such a knob, he started shagging a younger girl." She was right, Lou was scum, she had given him a third chance but Lou being the scumbag he is he cheated, again. "I know he's an gigantic giraffe with face of a baboon's bottom." I smiled and looked at her. She laughed slightly, "Are you doing heroin James?" She asked jokingly. I stood "Time to meet Ross at the bar. Coming?" I ask. She looked at me. "I'll see you there." She said in a slightly depressed tone, I wonder to myself, why did she sound upset, she always seems so upbeat. I guess my presence upsets her and makes her want to run, it wouldn't surprise me.
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Life: Complexity And Adversity
General Fiction1980's Seattle, America. The story of a young man and his decent from neutrality to madness, will he make an ascension?