Post by Gwyn Locksley on Aug 9, 2011 15:24:12 GMT -5
Gwyn Locksley was never one to sit idle. She was always running or training or practicing something; the only time she ever seemed to sit still for more than ten minutes was in class, and even that was a struggle. She had a short attention span when it came to just sitting and listening, she would rather be out doing; she would rather do something than read about it. So why was she sitting practically motionless now, her eyes staring fixedly at the constantly disturbed water of the fountain? Because her brain was overloaded. That was also something she wasn’t used to.
Her brain and her... everything. Her feelings. Her mind and her heart were this one big confusing jumble and she didn’t know what to do about it. A boy liked her, and it wasn’t a bet or a dare or someone who just didn’t know anything about her, and while that would be normal for most girls it was completely foreign to Gwyn. Of course what made it even more confusing was that it wasn’t just any boy, it was Gaston, her brother’s best friend, possibly her own best friend and the only guy she had ever formed any sort of crush on.
So what was the problem? Well, apparently, the problem was her. He had spouted all the things any girl would dream of hearing; he had flattered her and spoke to her heart and she had... turned him down. So now not only was she all tied in knots about him liking her, but the fact that maybe everyone else was right and there truly was something wrong with her. Being faced with this surprise she had discovered a side of herself that she didn’t care for, and she really hated doubting herself about anything.
Staring down at her reflection at the calm edge of the fountain, Gwyn slapped her hand down on it, disrupting the surface like that closer to the centre. And she really hated hating anything about herself.
Her brain and her... everything. Her feelings. Her mind and her heart were this one big confusing jumble and she didn’t know what to do about it. A boy liked her, and it wasn’t a bet or a dare or someone who just didn’t know anything about her, and while that would be normal for most girls it was completely foreign to Gwyn. Of course what made it even more confusing was that it wasn’t just any boy, it was Gaston, her brother’s best friend, possibly her own best friend and the only guy she had ever formed any sort of crush on.
So what was the problem? Well, apparently, the problem was her. He had spouted all the things any girl would dream of hearing; he had flattered her and spoke to her heart and she had... turned him down. So now not only was she all tied in knots about him liking her, but the fact that maybe everyone else was right and there truly was something wrong with her. Being faced with this surprise she had discovered a side of herself that she didn’t care for, and she really hated doubting herself about anything.
Staring down at her reflection at the calm edge of the fountain, Gwyn slapped her hand down on it, disrupting the surface like that closer to the centre. And she really hated hating anything about herself.