Not marriage material

Did you want something, or are you just going to stand there?

“Well, I was just going to stand here but since you spoke to me I guess we’re stuck in this conversation.”

frederickspeaksfrench-blog-blog

Say what you will, but I didn’t think the movie was all that bad.

“I mean, I guess it wasn’t bad if you like movies like that.”

gloriaafaye

“Any plans while you’re free?”

#pagesonstarter #//omg hi i'm aliv e surpRISE

“Actually, no. I’ve been told I actually don’t know how to have fun..So..There’s that.”

“I never thought I’d get sick of the library but I think I actually forgot the outdoors existed. Being free to do nothing for a little while is actually great!”

“This is actually making me want to go to prom now.”

“I can’t say if anyone in my class did anything crazy like that at prom because I skipped out. But I think going to prom covered in blood sounds like the best option.”

Free To A Good Home - Open Para

Henry sighed, setting the box down gently, and pulling out the smallest kitten of the litter. She was by not means a runt, but she was still much smaller than her older brothers and sisters.

“Only if you promise to be careful with her…” Henry said, gently cradling the mewling kitten. She was the smallest, but still the loudest of the litter. She obviously had a lot to say about being held, or being so far away from her siblings. Her crying set the entire box off, every tiny kitten screaming at once and trying to figure out where their baby sister had gone all of a sudden.

#i assume they all kknow each other

“Oh. I on’t have to hold her but she’s lovely.They all are quite...cute.” Logic had suddenly slipped out of her brain. “We can’t take them all but two? I think we could manage 2.” The reply she’d given had surprised herself.

Now she was looking closer at the kittens, looking for one that would suit her best and one that would suit her sister. “What do you think, huh? Which kitten looks like me and which kitten looks like Lucia?”

Free To A Good Home - Open Para

“Not enough room.” He’d heard that line enough today. Everyone said that. People who had plenty of space said that. People who didn’t say that said they had no time. What were they doing that was so important? Lives were on the line, and all they could think about were themselves? Disgusting. The entire town was disgusting. The entire human race was disgusting. Why had God not launched them all off into the vacuum of space yet?

“They don’t need that much space! As long as you walk ‘em, they’ll be happy!” Henry pleaded, making an effort to tip the box towards her so she could see inside, hoping the unstoppable charm of baby kittens would be enough to sway her. He could certainly care for one or two, but there’s no way his foster family would let him take them all home. “Come on, they’re orphans! They’ll die without you…”

#para #its short and I'm sorry I'm sleeppy

Esperanza glanced behind herself, looking back at her loud, crazy little family. Maybe a cat would be a welcome addition to the family. Pets brought people together, didn’t they? In a way that was better than arguing, she’d assumed. And secretly, well, secretly she had always wanted a cat.

“Can I hold one?” She asked, hesitantly as she surveyed the box. She didn’t think about asking her mother, it was usually Esperanza who made decisions like these anyway.

Free To A Good Home - Open Para

He always managed to get himself into these sorts of situations, but he was never quite sure why. It was as if he had two selves, one that told him it was a stupid idea, that he wasn’t allowed to do it, and that he had no plan of how to deal with the aftermath, and another that told him to look into those cute little eyes and just try to say no.

That’s what got him into this situation. That’s what got him an entire box of squirming, mewling, tumbling kittens. He told himself he wouldn’t do it again. And this is what happened anyway.

He’d be wandering around town for an hour now. His legs were killing him, the kitties were hungry, and he was still miles from home. Didn’t anyone else in this town have a fucking heart? How could you turn down such innocent little creatures? His rational self told him to leave the box on the street and forget about it, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. These little babes trusted him!

Sighing, he turned up yet another path to yet another house for yet another sales pitch to fall on deaf ears. Hoping maybe he’d have better luck this time, but nonetheless bracing himself for more disappointment, he awkwardly knocked on the front door around the squirmy box.

“Do you want a kitten? Come on, they’re cute! And free!” He hurriedly asked to the person who answered the door, hoping maybe they’d answer before slamming the door on him. “Really cute, I swear!”

#para #esperanza is actually a huge softy who loves tiny kittens. pass it on

The last thing Esperanza was expecting to hear was a knock on the apartment door. Her sisters were helping clean up with dinner and Esperanza had been trying to work up the courage to follow her father to his ‘study’ and attempt to have an important talk. The knock was her savior from her own half baked plan,

And when she heard her mother yell from their cramped kitchen for her to answer the door. Esperanza obliged with amazing speed. She’d even had a small speech prepared out, as she was sure it was someone peddling their religion.

But before she could say anything she was thoroughly distracted by the box of kittens their visitor was holding. Esperanza heard herself let out an involuntarily squeak at the thought of being able to actually own and take care one of those kittens. She deflated a bit, remembering how cramped their apartment already was, and a cat meant another mouth to feed as well.

“Oh, they’re so cute!” She said, her tone more sad than excited. “I just don’t know if we have any...room for an animal, you know?” She couldn’t keep the disappointment out of her voice.

gloriaafaye

“I-I’m fine. Really. I’m fine. Sorry. Uhm- How are you?”

“I’m fine. This is what fine looks like.” Esperanza replied, gesturing to herself. “What’s the matter, really?”

callmemamarivers-blog

“I guess so, but only in this case. It’s just a little fishy everything that happened that preceded his death like writing her out of the will, talking about a divorce and her being mega-pissed he didn’t take the gig at Lollapalooza, which was worth millions.”

“The whole Yoko thing I don’t deal with because she didn’t really have a motive or anything like that. Courtney had a shit load to gain by Kurt dying, I think the case deserves to be looked at again, especially with all the evidence against her.”

“I suppose but it’s not really my business. I usually ignore the affairs of celebrities. Or conspiracies about their death. It’s sad, sure, but it’s over. It happened and...Well, time to move on. “

“Oh, but the pig’s blood is what makes it fun.”

“Personally, I’d love the telekinesis more than anything. But if you come to prom covered in pig’s blood...Well, that’ll be one unforgettable night.”

callmemamarivers-blog

“On record, yes, it says he shot himself but the circumstances that surrounded the situation with Courtney point in a different direction.”

“Oh. So, you’re one of those conspiracy theorists? I don’t really buy into any of that sensationalist stuff. It’s sort of shitty to blame the woman--like the whole ‘Yoko Ono broke up The Beatles’--I just don’t buy into it.”

“It’s fucking ridiculous. It’s been, what, a week? And already I’m feeling vaguely homicidal. I’m gonna end up killing someone by the end of this, I swear.

“Planning on going all ‘Carrie’ at the prom? Hopefully without the pigs blood. And try not to destroy the entire town.”

alohaevline

“Well, prom is not only about underage drinking and teenage pregnancy you know? Prom can also be the night where friends get together and tag along, but if someone spikes the punch then I guess you’re probably right. Another one bad thing about what I’m saying is that most of what you said is true.”

“I guess it all depends on the person. Honestly, prom was never my thing even when I was in high school. A waste of time and money. I actually still dread prom season, so I’ll be happy when it’s all over.”

gailrubensofoz

“That’s the spirit.”

“Well, I can only hope Lucia keeps up the good work.” Esperanza chuckled, shaking her head. “Anyway, what are your prom plans?”

“Ha, I wish. As much fun as it is watching everyone I hate be even more stupid than usual, it gets a bit nauseating after about a day of it.”

“I didn’t even like prom season when I was in high school. Spending way too much money on a dress you only wear once and watching everyone turn into complete idiots over a silly dance? It gets old fast.”

callmemamarivers-blog

“Level with me, what do you think happened to Kurt Cobain?”

“He killed himself. Isn’t that a well known fact?”