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Addison
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Mar 15, 2022 10:32AM
Journee stood stiff, trying to blink away tears, and confront the emotions she was feeling, especially the feelings Blake was giving her. “Thank you, Blake. I, uh, appreciate it.” she said quietly.
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Journee blinked twice. “It’s fine. Thank you, really. Um, what are we, um, going to do next?”
Journee looked at him. “Um. Well, I kinda need help with reading, if you’re good with that. Obviously, your mom thinks your the best, so who am I to judge? Anyways, you probably can’t do that, so we can do this, so maybe my ADHD will get used to this and not activate in school.” she said, realizing she’d been blabbering on and on and she should PROBABLY shut her mouth.
Journee focused hard on the page. “Theodore… Ro, um, Roosevelt?” she read out the first words.
“Uh… uh… um… Battle of… Lexin, uh, Lexington?”
“Um… I can’t tell what that word is, Blake.” she said, pointing to a word. It was long and very swimmy.
Journee raise her eyebrows. “Ichthyophagous? Dang, that is long and confusing.” she said. She looked up at him, and her green eyes met his.
Journee blinked, turned a little pink, and looked back at the book. “Oh, okay.” she said. For the next hour, she “read” or at least tried to read.
Journee smiled. “Thanks again, Blake.” she said. “Um, next tutoring session this Thursday?” she asked. “Or not. It can be just every Tuesday.”
Journee smiled. “Okay. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” she said. She stood up from her chair.
“Oh! Hey, Blake. One thing. This Friday, one of my friends, Jasmine, is having a party at her house, if you, um, want to come. Just wondering. You don’t have to, or you can. Whatever.” she said, blabbering on again.
Journee smiled. “Just plan to wear something a little dressy, but not too dressy, k?” she said. She led him back down the stairs to the door.
Journee’s eyes met his. “I won’t be seeing you tomorrow, since I have to go to my mom’s house for her birthday. But I’ll see you Thursday. Bye.” she said, opening the door.
Journee flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. Why was she having these feelings? And about BLAKE? She shook her head. Whatever.((where do u wanna time skip to? either after school thursday or before the party on friday.))
((k meet you there! i gotta pick out Journee’s outfit))
On Friday, after school, and before the pastry, Journee got changed.Her dress: https://www.google.com/aclk?sa=l&...
Her shoes: https://www.google.com/aclk?sa=l&...
((the hair is the hairstyle on her very curly blond-brown hair btw))Journee left for the party, deciding to drive in a taxi for once. She rode in it, watching tiktoks and thinking about Blake still.
Journee hopped out of the cab, and was immediately tackled by Loraine: https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...and Dahlia: https://www.google.com/aclk?sa=l&...
and Jasmine: https://www.google.com/aclk?sa=l&...
“Hey!” said Journee. They all walked inside the party.
Jasmine, who’s dark skin had turned pink from seeing Colton, walked to see him. Dahlia and Loraine had gone to talk to other people. Journee just stood there, eyes wandering, toying with her curls.
Journee saw him and smiled. “Hey, Blake!” she said. She walked towards him. “It’s not too loud, see—“ she was interrupted by the blasting of hip hop music. “Let’s go to the kitchen! It’ll be quieter there!” Journee yelled, grabbing his hand. She led him to the kitchen.
Journee leaned against the counter, caning Blake. “Have you ever gone to a party like this?” she asked quizzically. ((i gtg soon btw))
(( i think i got less than 15 minutes left on my time limit 😂))Journee nodded, and looked around. Her breasts heaved as she took a breath. She grabbed a fruit punch, and took a sip. “I know some of them are drinking alcohol, but it’s too early. I’ll have some later.” she said, winking at Blake. “By the way, what’s your enneagram?” she asked.
(( https://www.enneagraminstitute.com/ty... ))
Journee smiled at his shock. “The enneagram is a personality thing. I’m a 7 wing 8.” she said. “A wing is one of the numbers that’s on either side of your main number. For example, I’m a 7, and a 7 is surrounded by 8 and 6, but I relate more to 8. So i’m a 7 wing 8. “ she explained.((i love the enneagram!! and the MBTI!! i love all of them!!))
“Do you know what the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, or the MBTI is? Or what yours is?” she asked.
https://www.truity.com/page/16-person...
Journee shook her head. “No, not really. I mean, sometimes. I’m an ESTP. I can see you being an INFJ, or INFP. I dunno yet, though.” she said. She flipped her hair over her shoulder. They continued to talk like that about the types for the next hour, until it was 7:30 PM. She looked over at him. “Wanna get a drink?” she asked. “The champagne here is” she did the chef’s kiss thing. “Plus, there’s fruit punch and coke here if you want. I’m only gonna have a bit of champagne, then I’ll just drink some fruit punch, alright?” she said, grabbing a half full glass of champagne and taking a sip.
Journee shrugged. “No, I just set this here earlier for me. It’s delicious. Want some?” she asked, holding out another cup.
Journee nodded, studying him. “Smart.” she said, chugging the champagne down, then putting the glass down on the counter. “Let’s go get some chips and fruit punch.” she said. She grabbed his hand and led him to the food and drink table.
Journee stuck her hand inside a barbecues chip bag and stuffed some in her mouth, chewing. Then she popped a pig-in-a-blanket in her mouth. “Mm. I love good food.” she says. She pours a cup of fruit punch for herself, than asks, “You want some fruit punch? I promise, it’s just normal fruit punch, no alcohol.”
Journee took one more pig-in-a-blanket in her mouth and walked away, chewing. She took him gently through the crowd to outside, where some chairs were set up. She sat down, and took a sip of her fruit punch.
Journee looked around, seeing the sun was about to go down. ((so remember my idea for the plot? Blake is going to make a move, but then be pushed away. they’ll say they’ll be friends and hang out, but then they realize they love each other, kiss, and marry and all that. but that’ll happen in good time. the thing is the Blahs making a move then being pushed away. i think it should be soon.))
((yeah in a sec. We’ll set it up then he’ll make a move, k?))
Journee walked over to a bench, leaving the table, and sat down on it, leaving up against it. It faced the sunset, and she watched it. “It’s… so pretty.”
Journee looked back. “Hmm? And come over her. Sit beside me. The view is best from here.” she said, grinning. She hadn’t heard his last part.
Journee’s green eyes stayed on the sunset, her brain whirring. Did Blake just… compliment her? On her LOOKS? “Thank you, Blake.” she said.(( omg so Blake’s gonna kiss her, Journee’s gonna kiss back, then be like no and pull away. she’ll be like not yet and stuff.))
((ahhhh let’s goooo))Journee felt him draw near, and her heart started beating quickly. She knew she was dating George, but she already knew she’d break up with him soon. But still…
Her eyes migrated to his eyes.
Journee felt his lips touch hers, his hand on her cheek. She closed her eyes, relaxing into him. Her hand moved to his shoulder. She felt her heart pound…
(( 😂 i’ve never kissed anyone before. never had my first kiss 🤘🏼))Journee’s chest tightened. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this… but she couldn’t stop. She drew closer to him.
((next message she’ll draw away :’( ))
(( ikr. i don’t want to but it’s a part of the storyyyy))Journee knew she couldn’t carry on. She took her lips off of his, and stood up. “I’m sorry, Blake. I just can’t do this right now. I-I have a boyfriend, plus I just wanna be friends with you right now. I’m sorry.” she said, her hand patting her curls absentmindedly.
((btw they’ve known each other since elementary school, but they just didn’t talk. now they’re finally noticing each other. just so you know ;) ))
Journee felt bad, blunt, horrid. She raised her hand in farewell. “I-I’ll see you Monday.” she said. “Bye.” She walked back inside the party, eyes stinging. She knew she hurt him, but what could she do? She felt scatter-brained as she bumped into Dahlia and Loraine. “Hey, guys. Um, listen. I just f****** kissed Blake, and then embarrassed the s*** out of him by backing away and leaving him.” she said. Both Loraine and Dahlia’s eyes widened. ((sorry for the cussing, it’s just this is what they’d actually be like ))
Journee hung out with Dahlia and Loraine until the end of the party, then left in a taxi. She was driven to her house, and she had her face buried in her arms, but she has no tears.
Journee slept in through Saturday, her hangover showing. She woke up Sunday, and Snap-Chatted Blake. It was a photo of her messy bun, with the caption: “What’s up?”Then she Snap-Chatted George, her boyfriend. “Hey, babe. What’s up?”
George: Go f*** up
Journee: Huh?
George: Why won’t you have se* with me, huh?
Journee: George, I’m not going to. And that’s that.
George: Did you kiss Blake last night?
Journee: No…
George: I hate you. Go f*** up. You’re lame.
Journee: What…?
George: bye
Journee’s eyes filled up with tears. What the heck?
((ikr. GEORGE SUCKS))Journee lay crying in her bed for the rest of Sunday. She woke up at 4 AM on Monday, hungry. She tiptoed downstairs, and made herself some breakfast. A big one, tears splattering in her food.
((I LOVE GEORGE WEASLEY, BUT HATE GEORGE WILLEM))Journee finished eating, grabbed her backpack, and walked out to her car. She drove to Starbucks, and sat inside for a while. It was 6 AM.
Journee wore:Shoes: https://www.google.com/aclk?sa=l&...
Shirt: https://www.google.com/aclk?sa=l&...
Shorts: https://www.google.com/aclk?sa=l&...
Journee texted Dahlia and Loraine on their group chat all about everything. She cried a bit, sipped her coffee a bit, thought about Blake a lot.
Journee looked at her phone and saw the time: 7:30. She was only a minute away from school, but she decided to go. She ordered a strawberry açaí refresher, then went on her way, driving to school. She stayed inside her car, head leaned back, eyes closed, thinking about all that had happened.
Journee stayed in her car until 7:45, when a lot of people were arriving. She got out, heaved her backpack onto her back, and walked in, her curly blond-brown hair bouncing free, the opposite of how she felt. She walked to her locker, and started to get things ready for her classes. She knew her eyes were red from crying, but she had applied water-proof mascara, thank goodness.
Journee went to the bathroom, and studied her face, which thankfully was clear and not pimply. Her mascara still looked good, but she didn’t have her usual eyeliner on. She applied some highlighter and blush, and set it with a setting spray. She walked out, and headed to math. She sat on her seat, not looking over at Blake, not wanting to burst into tears, and not wanting to see George, who was 2 rows to her right, not wanting to start cussing and crying all at once. She took a deep breath, and took a sip of her refresher. Dalhia took her seat in front of Journee, and Loraine took her seat to the left of Journee. Journee saw Jasmine in the corner of the room in the corner of her eye watching Journee.
Journee has been getting better at reading and writing with the tutoring lessons, but her ADHD was horrible. She tried to write, but it wasn’t working. She put her head in her hands, words swimming on the page still in her mind. She could NOT focus.
