where did i go?

Leaned forward in his spot on the couch, his eyes are glued to the tv screen while he searches through categories of movies as the female arrives with the popcorn. He glances her way when hearing her she speak and gives a side smile her way. “I never had kettle. I don’t even know what makes kettle popcorn, kettle.” He laughs a bit to himself then he turns his attention back to the screen. Dominic may have been searching for the movie for the two should watch the whole time Valentine went to fetch popcorn for them but to no avail. “I don’t know what to watch. It shouldn’t be this hard to find something.” He’ll lean back with a sigh and rake his hands through his hair. “ What are you in the mood for?”

Jinun sips at his coffee while he hears rant on the phone. He’s been subject to many people like her in his career, so he’s not all that surprised.  He waits patiently until she’s done, giving her a tight-lipped smile when she turns her attention back to him. “Ah, I see.” He clears his throat. “I’m sure my agent has spoken to you and your agent about possibly working together, but I wanted to talk to you first hand, if that’s okay with you.”

“would it be crazy to say, i’ve been waiting to see which one of us would call first?” it’s a meek laugh, his stare is slowly transition into that of a million mile gaze. he feels himself detaching from his surroundings, slipping further into a pigeonhole of focus. the less senses he’s dependent on, the more he can heighten his hearing to hear her clearly through the line. how she breaths, the noise in the background, the whispered confessions that don’t quite make it out — all of it. swiping his lesser across his lip, he clears his throat slightly, “w-why did you call?”

she’s shouting and it’s causing discomfort in his ears, not like she’d care anyway. he was confused by her excitement, he hadn’t uttered anything else other than her name and she was taking that as a positive thing? here she was, throwing herself at him, his only response was hugging her back in a louse manner. missing her was an understatement. “uh, yeah.” he always does, no point in acting like he doesn’t. “when did you get back?” it’s more confusion that dominates his tone as hues move to her bag and then back to her; the love of is life — someone he couldn’t hate no matter how much he tried.

“what else is new?” his retort wastes no time firing itself right back after gavin speaks. he’s mildly annoyed already, of all things to say, he’s aiming for what? the obvious? small talk? seriously? disbelief etches itself into his feature, he’s both stunned and bothered by his sudden cameo. for a brief moment when their eyes lock, his chest tightens and he hates it, furiously fighting the feeling the minute it starts up within him. rolling his eyes, he sighs, “how long are you going to be in town?” he feels compelled to ask, because gavin is infamous for his spontaneity and horrendous timing, this wasn’t going to work. whatever they were going to hash out, or what morgan assumed would be hashing out, since he couldn’t just pick up where they left off. this was his day off, but obviously his thoughts would be preoccupied with someone who the sun rose and set on.

she stares at him– just stares because it’s a scene and she’s taken aback. she squints and tries to make him out past the bloody nose. the curls in her hair amplify every move of her face but she’s too busy trying to put two and two together to care that she looks like a fidgety bunny. she moves closer to the bleeding man, a frown on her face. “…i know it’s pretty you just– you look familiar. despite the blood. i’m— uh– are you alright?” she frowns slightly. his face is making her brain itch and she isn’t sure why. “you– would you like a band aid or something?”

they were fickle, like a candle combating the wind; threatening to go out but managing to persevere. just when he was getting bored of his little game, he couldn’t hold her interest anymore and she left. with every right, though it took him quite a while to accept that fact. he toyed and taunted her, of course she would leave; it’s secretly what he wanted. it’s easier that way, but what he hadn’t planned on was, missing her. sure he had valid distractions, work kept him fairly busy, but he’d be a fool to deny keeping tabs on her. vague ones, not even directly him — his assistant was his medium — it rested easier on his conscious. he’d caught wind of that interview where he was brought up, hell he’d been asked the same questions; only he wasn’t being interviewed so he could save face easily. he studied her reaction, waiting for the slight error; a scratch in the cd, the bump under a wheel, the crack in the window pane. she was tougher than that, he wouldn’t catch her just like that. it lingered in his mind for a while, he read deep enough into it to entertain the idea of calling her. so much so, it places him on autopilot as he carries on with his day, but the only thing that replays is her reaction, her poise, her faux smile. it’s the vibration in his breast pocket that pulls him from a never ending reverie. it’s her. this is his mind playing a dangerously lucid trick on him. he’s had a dream or two like this before, this is all it was, he’ll answer and he wakes up from the dream. his chest felt tight as he lifted the phone to his ear after sliding his thumb across the screen. “…” the infamous kenneth anderson, at a loss of words? a hallmark moment, grab the camera, step right up and buy your tickets to see the cat that got his tongue. “…ki?”