Practice Chat

Will

"No, not quite. I can see the future, but I can't will myself to see it. It'll happen at odd times or in dreams. I can peek through your past through your memories...but that's about it. Fears I can't figure out directly."

Chelsea
"No perceiving current thoughts..." I conclude with a nod. That was alright. No experiments then. I finish off my glass, placing it down upon the counter gently. "...Are you usually home alone?" Sudden subject change. Whatever.

Will

"No, I can do current. And yes, mostly, though my brother is often here."

Chelsea

I give a hummed laugh, glancing away. "Tim would've been jealous..." I murmur, turning to lean against the counter with by back to Will now. He had mentioned a brother before, that was right...

Will

I look at her curiously. "who's Tim and why would be be jealous? And wait....have been? Did something happen?" I ask, leaning against the counter.

Chelsea

"The junior detective. Robin before Damian. My...caretaker... protector... therapist... friend..." I start fidgeting with the hem of my shirt, a slight smile on my face - though tinged with other emotions. "I was his puzzle. He'd have been jealous for such a cheat, but he wasn't the type to take short cuts like that. Everything had a process and equation, and things that didn't follow that rule left him confused and lost for words... But he's left again. He's not coming back anytime soon." I leave it at that.

Will

"Why isn't he coming back?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. I was curious, I had to admit. She seemed to have some attatchment to him...possibly more than a friend?

Chelsea

I just give a little shrug, not really understanding the whole thing. Just couldn't see him again in this way. "Higher power says so," I sum up, biting my lower lip.

Will

"I know how you feel," I mutter, taking a sip of my lemonade. I glance at the Christmas tree in the living room, that could be seen from where we were standing. A ghost girl named Aylee had given me the idea to put it up, it hasn't been up in years. Not since I was about five or six years old. A small smile makes its way to my lips, I like it...who cares what Father thinks.

Chelsea

"No." Not possible. Ignoring the fact that my mind was scrabbled eggs compared to what it apparently should be... I appreciated none of what he gave me. I took, and ignored, and cheated, and full on abused how he felt, and how I should have felt but just didn't. I was afraid of loneliness and abandonment, when I was the one giving it out wanton. When I didn't think I needed to be sorry from it, because that was what I always did, but it's just breaking me now that I'm back to being alone. My eyes glaze over, lost in this spiraling thought, staring far away in my returned emotionless mask.

Will

I glance at her. "no what? That I don't know what it like to have a higher power controlling you?"

Chelsea
"You don't know this. Not controlling but denying," I reply quietly, fidgeting more so. Didn't want to get into this. Didn't want to talk about this...

Will

"Denying what?" I ask, looking at her curiously. "what are you hiding from?"

Chelsea
Guilt and sadness, confusion, hurt, and regret. So much goddamn regret! That I wasn't good enough, and it wasn't worth anything do become this person I am now if I'm just double guessing myself again since he's gone. As I doubt myself and what I actually felt for him, and if it was maybe even real if I never felt that sort of connection towards anyone else that I had been with before. And fear, icy, stinging fear that I'll just forever be the blank page for other people to manipulate into whatever image they wanted. That I was just a black stain on the nothingness, since all black did was cover up things that were deemed mistakes - not by me, but by those controlling me. Utter fear that I was as much of a stranger as all the people I had worked for in the past, and all the people that had used me as nothing more than a tool, because that was what I was good at, and it made existing bearable. Fear I might've just had him as my one rope to sanity, and it's just slowly getting old and fraying away, giving me rope burn and desperation and nothing but pain...

I glance over at him and give a smile, however fake it might have read I didn't care. I so rarely cared about anything. "My turn to run away," I whisper, eyes burning as the room gets blurry, and I feel the wetness go down my cheeks, but I just keep that fake broken smile. Because I was nothing, just nothing for others to paint their image onto.

Will

I take a step toward her as the tear leaks down her cheek. Gently, I lift my hand up and wipe it away. "...None of that," I say softly, giving her a small smile. I hesitate again before pulling her into a hug. "... Don't cry..."

Chelsea

I give a little choked giggle, going into that lull. Just not thinking about anything, doing spontaneous - if maybe a little self harming - things. Not really feeling, because I didn't want to deal with all those things. Going back to old habits to cope with things, maybe not feel so alone. Just experience...something...other than this. Not even a hesitation. I'm pulled up on my toes again, since everyone else just loves to be big. He's hugging me again. I just...glance up to kiss him... Nothing major either... A quick peck, barely a brush of lips.

Will

My face grows extreamly hot as I stare down at her, my eyes wide from shock. I hugged her. She kissed me. Why.

Seriously what is with girls and hugs and kissing?!

I have a friend named Corian and I hugged her and she kissed me.

SINCE WHEN IS A HUG AN INVITATION TO KISS SOMEONE?!

Granted, Corian isn't exactly all mentally there. Neither is Chelsea.

I open my mouth to speak, closing and opening it several times to try to get words to come out and feeling like a fish out of water.

"I um...I uh... you...why...did..and-" I try, now positive my face has gone tomato red.

Chelsea
...Kay.

Weighing possibilities... It was like...the sixth hour of knowing each other here. And rather without warning - hell, it took Tim nearly a year to get over asking before being able to kiss me, and the opposite when I didn't ask he froze for a few moments... This wouldn't be cool to a girlfriend, but the red of his face is embarrassment and not anger of what would have been if I had caused some inadvertent cheating. Which...I didn't care about. But no guy, let alone a teenage guy, would normally react this way. Normally. He was outgoing enough for normal... ...Could he be gay? There was all that feelings thing happening with random hugs and crap...

I just stand there in my numb nothingness, watching him. Wasn't sorry, and I was fairly sick of saying so when I wasn't. My eyes wander away after a few moments, a small frown on my face that emotional escape wouldn't be that easy. Of course not...

Will

"I'm....I'm sorry.....I'm not good...at this kind of thing. I never know what to do, or how to act, or what to say...and...you caught me by surprise," I say, clearing my throat. "...why did you kiss me? You hardly know me."

Chelsea
He over thinks, exactly like Tim. Except he's shades redder. "There have been lots of guys before who never cared about that sort of thing," I say curtly, ignoring his question. You don't say anything. You're not supposed to think. It was just a plain action that's to be returned and get lost in.

Will

"So...? Most people don't just kiss someone they hardly know either." I say back, frowning down at her.

Chelsea
Most guys wanted it... "How I deal." I gesture up to my head quickly. When I didn't feel like going through the effort of beating out my frustration onto whoever. Just to busy my mind, get thoughts to go away, distract myself. But I didn't really like to bring attention to myself this way. I didn't deserve special treatment because I wasn't 'normal'.

Will

"...maybe you should just..talk about it instead....It might...I dunno....help more?" I say.

I'm such a hypocrite.

I can't even deal with most of my problems, let alone talk about them. I didn't like to face them.

"Or maybe we could do something else? To help take your mind off of things...?"

Chelsea

I give a long sigh, glancing away. I wasn't good with just talking. People needed to pry, to ask questions, to get emotions out of me. It was just my nature to get fixed on something until something like this happened. A snap, or someone to get me off the subject. One way or another. I just shrug, keeping my face blank. "I can go..." I murmur.

Will

I hesitate, glancing down at her. "You don't have to..." I murmer, "Go...or talk about anything, I mean."