Post by Bailey Allison on Aug 13, 2012 12:06:24 GMT -5
It’d been three days, fifteen hours, twelve minutes since the last time, and Bailey was just about ready to give up. Why was Tal suddenly so difficult to track down? Bailey's stomach twisted slightly as an answer immediately popped up. Because he was trying to ignore her. An argument broke out between the teen and his conscience.
"She's only hard to track down because you want it that way."
"No, I don't!"
"Yes, you do. You're ignoring her."
"I wouldn't ignore her."
"Of course you would. You're uncomfortable when she's crying, so you avoid her."
He had no response to this. If his conscience had a face, Bailey was pretty sure it would smirk in triumph. However it didn't, and Bailey shoved the little voice away easily. Damn consciences... Always trying to make you feel worse... And the worst part? They were always right. Sighing, Bailey closed his eyes in an attempt to empty his mind. He needed to focus on one thing-- finding Tal. And then he would have to focus on the thing that came after that-- talking to Tal.
Where was she? Bailey squinted into the darkness from his hiding spot next to the Hermes cabin, in the shadows; he tried to make out Tal's figure but she was nowhere to be found. It wasn't like she was going to spend the night somewhere else, right? After all, sleepovers were pretty much out of the question considering that everyone lived in cabins. The only exceptions were the occasional couple trying to hook up and- Ewww... Tal had a boyfriend after all and... Bailey forced himself to concentrate on a firefly that darted in front of him because the thought of his sister spending a night in the Ares cabin with Luke was just...wrong and gross.
Trying not to gag, Bailey tapped a button on his watch and read the time on the watch's lit face. Three days, fifteen hours, and fourteen minutes since he had last attempted to talk to Tal about the letter he had received. He needed to tell someone or else he'd go crazy, but there was practically no one to tell.
At first, Bobbi had seemed like a good idea, but this plan had gone awry when she had a freak accident and became amnesiac. Skye was out of the question because it'd sound too much like a break up, and he didn't want to upset her. Any conversation with Max was bound to include a punch or two, and he didn't really feel like getting hit at the moment. Jamian and Tyler would probably tell someone else about the letter, and so on. It hadn't taken long for him to reach the conclusion that Tal was the one he needed to talk to even if she was moodswingy and prone to bursting in tears.
The sound of footsteps came out of nowhere, and Bailey glanced up just in time to see the faint outline of a girl approach him. A few more steps, and it soon became apparent that it was Tal. He would have to stop her... It was now or never. He couldn't chicken out like last time. Jumping up, Bailey quickly made his way to her side just as she was about to open the door. "Tal." His voice was hoarse from unuse, so he tried again. "Tal." There. Much better. Forcing the lump in his throat to go away, Bailey forged on trying to act as casual as possible. "Can we talk?" A shout from the Hermes cabin interrupted the silence. Probably someone's bunk falling apart. "Alone?"
He moved to the edge of the steps that led up to the cabin and sat to the side before motioning for Tal to sit next to him. Bailey's leg trembled slightly and frowning, he pressed down on it, effectively stoping it. Hopefully, Tal hadn't noticed... Out of pure nervousness, he immediately began to speak. "So, Tal, how are you? What've you been up to? When's curfew again? Hopefully we won't get eaten by harpies..." Shut. Up. The envelope in his pocket jabbed at his side, and Bailey sat up a bit straighter. He needed to quit stalling and get to the point...
Word Count: 702
Muse: Believe it or not, it's alive. O.O
Notes: Feel free to ignore the word count. My post was ridiculously rambly.
Outfit: Maybe later. xP
Tagged: TAL!