Speak In Tongues; Christa

[Gene Wasek]

I didn't live too far from the park, so I tended to come here in my spare time. The kids did seem to stare at me because of my dyed hair and piercings, but, whatever. Their parents needed to teach them some fucking manners. I stroll down the walkway, plopping down at one of the metal picnic tables and setting my iPod down on the table to start playing Hospital For Souls by Bring Me The Horizon. I cross my arms on the table, resting my chin on them as I watch people pass by. I glance over at the swings, yearning in my eyes but I mentally slap myself. I was twenty one, I was way too old to be playing on a damn playground. Still, it did look pretty inviting, since it was fairly early in the morning and not too many people were here..
SONG; click
OUTFIT; shirt pants shoes plugs

[Christa Wilson]

I smile to myself and walk around the park, hoping no one I knew would be here. My white hair flowed down my back and I smirked to myself, going to the swings. I was about to be 20 year-old but whatever. I enjoyed the swings too much to act my age; it would always be like that for me. I stand on the swing and carefully swing back and forth, hoping I wouldn't get detected by anyone that did act their age. I pushed my hair out of my face, looking around and wondering who was all out. No one of interest, most likely. I smile to myself and turn on my phone to play Dead Hearts by Stars, keeping my voice low as I sang along. I didn't want to draw more attention to myself than I already did to begin.
Song; www.youtube.com/watch?v=AGGh7F4Xt1E

[Gene Wasek]

As I looked over at the swing set, a girl with long white hair wandered over and stood on the seat, starting to swing back and forth. I raise an eyebrow. Now I just wanted to go over even more. A small sigh escapes me as I stand, turning my music off and sticking my phone into my pocket before starting over, running a hand through my faded orange dyed hair. I actually liked it better like this, it gave off the whole 'I don't give a fuck' vibe. I ignore her as I sit down on the end swing, leaving two empty ones between us. I run my tongue over the inside of my lip piercings, pushing myself back and forth with my feet, one hand holding onto the chain as the other fingered with my bridge piercing.

[Christa Wilson]

I glance over at the guy who took a seat on the end and smile to myself before pausing my music. I would prefer to be courtious of his musical taste since not everyone liked the same music as me. I hum to myself for a second before climbing over to the swing next to me, leaving one swing between us and keeping my eyes off of him. If he wanted to talk to me, he most likely would or move to the next swing but I was no expert. I smiled to myself, looking down at him before looking away. Come on, speak! I would but I had no words to come from my mouth.

[Gene Wasek]

I sit in my swing for a couple more moments before glancing over as she moved over a swing so that there was one empty one between us. I silently stand and sidestep so that I'm sitting in the one beside the swing that she was standing in. I bite my lower lip thoughtfully, wondering what there was to say. I wasn't exactly one to push conversation upon others, but this girl was pretty, and she hadn't walked away yet. "Hey." I finally say in my baritone voice, looking over at her. Smooth, Gene, smooth. Didn't I have any more game than that? No. I look back forward, pushing my hair out of my face. "I'm Gene." I add, starting to push myself forward then backwards on the swing.

[Christa Wilson]

I notice the guy move over and look over sheepishly. For a moment, I'm too focused on the silence that when he speaks it almost scares me. I look over and smile slightly, nodding. "Uh, hey! I'm Christa," I say in a soft voice. I wasn't necessarily shy but I could be, there was no doubt about it. I purse my lips to the side and decide to sit down and look over at him, hoping that it would lead to more of a conversation than what we had going on at the moment. I push my hair from my eyes for a second and then look over, hoping there would be something interesting to talk about between us.

[Gene Wasek]

I look over as she informs me that her name is Christa. She lowers herself to sit in the swing and look over at me. I stand and step over the seat so that I'm sitting sideways on it. I bite my lip thoughtfully, wondering what there was to say. I didn't just want to let our encounter end at this, but I wasn't very social and didn't have much practice at this. Riddle would. He may have had weird tactics, but he was more interesting than me. "I like your hair." I finally say, allowing a small smile to cross my mouth. "Different, but not an actual color. Its cool." I add, shrugging my broad shoulders. I look down at my lap, fidgeting with the hem of my Suicide Silence shirt. Once the hair topic, what was there to say? Music, maybe. But, not many people listened to what I did. Maybe something about me being in a band, perhaps that would work.

[Christa Wilson]

I smile and swing back for a bit before stopping to look at him. "I like your hair too. Especially how faded it is," I say turning in the swing so that I was looking at him. I smile and reach over to play with a little bit of his hair, hoping that it wouldn't upset him; some people were like that sadly. I pull my hand away and look over, noticing a few people walk by. I had no idea what to say but something would come up, right? For a minute we sit in silence before I grab his hand and look at his palm. I was weird, yes, but it was how I could tell if I trusted someone or not. If they could stand me being weird, they could be trusted in my mind. I only hoped he wasn't one of those people who didn't like being touched in any way.

[Gene Wasek]

"Thanks." I reply simply, now knowing what else to say. I clack my teeth together at her playfully as she reaches over to mess with my hair, a light chuckle escaping me. I wasn't a huge fan of people messing with my hair or anything, but Christa wasn't msot people, and I could deal with it anyway. I jump slightly as she takes my hand to examine my palm. My brow creases and I watch her quietly. "What're you doing? Are you, like, reading the lines or some shit like that?" I ask, leaning forward to look at my palm too, brown eyes glancing up at Christa before back down. I'd heard of people being able to tell about a person by that, or was that their future? I didn't even know, but I'd never believed in all that stuff.

[Christa Wilson]

I giggle as Gene chuckles and roll my eyes before looking back at his palm. What was I doing? I had no clue. "No...I don't even know," I say with a giggle, still keeping a grip on his hand. I put my hand in the air and put my palm against his, looking at the size difference. Compared to him, I could have had the hands of a child, but then again, guys always had bigger hands. I smile slightly, keeping my hand against his, enjoying how warm his hand was compared to my abnormally cold one. I almost want to hold it but decide against it, not wanting to seem to creepy just yet. That could always change later on but now wasn't the time. "Besides, reading your palm would take to long; you're hand is so much bigger than mine!"

[Gene Wasek]

"Oh wow." I reply, rolling my light brown eyes as if in annoyance. I didn't mind, it kept me from making a fool out of myself as I attempted to keep conversation going. I watch silently as Christa places her hadn on top of mine. She had small hands, but, then again, I had rather large hands from guy standards. Her hand was cold against mine and I refrain from engulfing it in mine, I didn't want to seem like I was, like, flirting with her or something. I mean, she was hot, but she was probably spoken for. I raise my eyebrows at her last comment, keeping my gaze on our hands. "You know what that means, right?" I snicker, unable to help myself. I should have kept that to myself, have some manners, but I wasn't going to change just for a girl I'd just met- or for anyone, period.

[Christa Wilson]

I smile slightly and wonder if I should pull my hand away. I mentally shrug and keep my hand against his before looking at him at his comment. I laugh and shake my head, looking at my feet. I smile to myself and hold his hand, hoping I could play it off some how though it was unlikely. Play it off? No, I decided against trying and went with being blunt with it. I wasn't like most girls, I wouldn't feed around the bush. I would just come out with it most of the time. "You're cute," I whisper, looking away to hide my blush. It was an understatement but it wasn't like I would flat out tell him he was hot. I mentally slap myself and look back up at him with a smile, hoping he didn't have a girlfriend.

[Gene Wasek]

I chuckle to myself, unable to help it. Luckily, Christa laughs, too, so I apparently hadn't crossed the line or anything. Her hand grips mine and I look at our now clapsed hands, then at her face as she whispers to me that I'm cute. "Oh, really?" I ask in a bland voice, raising my eyebrows as if the comment didn't have an affect on me. "You are, too." I finally add, chuckling and leaning forward to nudge her with my elbow, leaning back once I realize how close our faces were. I look down at my boots awkwardly, then at our hands. I really did have a big hand compared to Christa's, it practically dwarfed it.

[Christa Wilson]

I blush again as Gene says I'm cute and keep my eyes on his, unsure of what to say or do. I can feel the heat getting worse when he leans in to nudge me and look away finally. I look back at him then at our hands before looking at him again. "You'll learn that I don't have a filter for my thoughts so excuse me if I offend you in the future," I say with a light giggle before resting our hands on my knee so that neither of our hands hurt. My thoughts race from one to another and in seconds, I'm not sure what my next move would be. "Are you in a relationship?" I ask, my filter still gone. The thought had crossed from my mind to my mouth in a matter of seconds and I knew that it was never the best thing for me but if he liked me enough, he would know how to handle it.

[Gene Wasek]

I watch a blush cross her cheeks and feel slightly smug, glad that I seemed to have an affect on her. "Wow, we're opposites with that. I tend to keep thoughts to myself." I reply, chuckling softly. I also kept emotions bottled up inside, until, one day I just sorta exploded, but I didn't want to tell Christa that. I usually ended up punching someone in the face, too, but that was better kept to myself. I look up as she asks if I had a girlfriend. "No, are you?" I reply, offering her a small grin. I wanted to add something funny about how I was married to my drum set, but decide against it in the end.