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Post by reggie marshall james on Dec 26, 2009 22:49:13 GMT 10
Sometimes Moosh wondered why he did the things he did. Like now, for example. He found himself sitting in a quaint little café not far from Central Park, waiting on a certain pretty young blonde that he’d once known very well. The spirit of Christmas seemed to be floating down the street, hanging from every shop window and sparkling from all the little children’s eyes. Moosh casually watched them from his seat by the window; eyes open for that particular young French lady who was meeting him here for breakfast and coffee.
Oh, Babette. She had probably come closer to breaking Moosh’s heart than anyone ever had, no matter that he had been the one to end their relationship. He had said the words, but he hadn’t wanted to at all. In all honesty, it was doubtful as to whether or not he had ever actually gotten over her. Moosh didn’t like to talk about it to others, or even really think about it, because it made him uncomfortable. Drama in other’s lives was okay. Moosh loved giving advice to other people and “guiding” them in life’s ways. But when it came to his own drama – especially any that concerned his love life – well, it just made the poor boy feel uncomfortable and agitated.
He felt pretty sure that he had done the right thing in breaking up with Babette in the first place. She couldn’t seem to get the idea that having a boyfriend meant she had one boyfriend and as much as Moosh didn’t want to, he had forced himself to stop letting Babette be his girlfriend and flirt with every other boy she saw. Moosh didn’t think he was a paranoid kind of guy, but it was just too much, and he knew it wasn’t just paranoia making him think that she had a flirtation problem. That problem had led to their break-up, which Moosh tried to handle casually, but it had definitely hurt. A lot. Moosh just didn’t like to talk about that kind of thing.
But all of that was in the past now. Moosh still cared about Babette, and they were trying to find some kind of friendship balance. There had been a time when he knew all of her problems and they shared their hearts to each other, after all. It was time for them to be friends again… something they had been avoiding slightly, by only being together in larger groups of people. But somehow Moosh had invited her to coffee this morning, a few days before Christmas, and here he sat waiting for her now. A waiter came, but Moosh waved him off, explaining that “he was waiting for someone; come back when she gets here.”
tag! babs!
word count! 455
notes! aww, moosh is so uncomfortable about this whole thing! lol <3 and i'm sorry if this turned out.. oddly. meh. but i <3 them. (:
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