Speak In Tongues; Christa

[Christa Wilson]

I shrug and smile slightly. "I use to be the same way but after a few break downs, I began to let most of it go," I say, biting my lip. I use my free hand to fiddle with my nose ring for a second before he asks if I'm in a relationship. I shake my head with a smirk before looking away again. "Nope. I tend to...scare people off," I say jokingly, giggling slightly before looking at our hands. I found it odd that neither of us had let go yet but it was pleasing. "Your hands are really warm." I continued to look at his hands as if in a daze and finally looked away, not wanting to be too weird. I didn't want to scare him off. I sigh as my phone silently vibrates in my pocket but ignore it. It wasn't anything important, I knew that without looking.

[Gene Wasek]

I nod as she replies that she used to be like me before deciding it was best not to. "Some people never learn." I say witha bitter chuckle, looking at our hands. It was nice to be in the presense of someone who spoke their mind, it was better than being kept guessing all the time. "Really?" I ask, genuinely surprised. Christa seemed odd, but nothing to run away over, or at least to me. "Thanks." I add, chuckling. "So. What's your favorite band? And genre of music." I ask, raising my eyebrows. "My favorite genre is deathcore- I tend to like the heavier stuff. My favorite band is Chelsea Grin." I add.

[Christa Wilson]

I smile slightly and shake my head. "Some, I do. Others I just leave for the best of reasons," I say. I keep our hands on my knee for but move my thumb slightly, hoping to be able to get an itch on my palm. I look up as he asks what my favorite genre and band is and smile. "Well, my favorite band is Alesana, which is screamo. I do prefer metal though. I'm not into really heavy but I don't like...pop and country. Stuff like that sickens me," I say, smiling with a small giggle. Though, I had to admit, some of that stuff was good but not as good as what I loved. I look at him and smile before glancing down at my feet for a second.

[Gene Wasek]

I nod as she replies that her favorite band was Alesana. They were good, though not my favorite. "Yeah, most pop bands are so fucking self ritcheous, its digustisting. And country stars are usually single members, so none of their drummers or anything get any credit." I reply, shaking my head. "I'm in a band." I add, the topic coming to mind. "Me and my friends Riddle and Att. I drum, Rid is bass, Att sings and plays guitar. Oh, and Att's boyfriend or whatever might be in the band, too, though I'm not sure. Haven't got an update on it." I continue, shrugging my shoulders slightly. I didn't know what their status with a relationship was, but they'd been kissing in the mall, so, I didn't even know, actually.

[Christa Wilson]

I look up as Gene agrees with me and nod, glad someone finally understood. He catches my interest when he says that he's in a band and smile. "No wonder I was attracted to you. You look that sort," I say, smiling and giggling lightly. I smile at the rest he says and nod, playing with his hand a little. "Well, I'll be your first fan-girl," I joke with a smirk across my face. The wind blew for a second before I looked up to see clouds and frowned. "Looks like it might rain soon," I say, disappointed I might have to leave Gene because of rain. Rain hated me, that was obvious and it always would hate me. I sigh and look at my feet, not wanting to leave him.

[Gene Wasek]

"Yeah?" I ask, chuckling. I did get that I looked like a cross between Danny Worsnop and Ben Bruce sometimes, but I didn't see it. "Really? Not groupie status?" I ask mischeviously, adding a wink in for emphasis. I grunt in reponse, tilting my head abck to look up at the darkening sky. "We can go camp out unde the play set." I say, standing from my swing and tugging her over. All the moms had taken their kdis already. It was one of those that had a fake palstic wooden floor on top and the bottom was supposed to look like a house. I tug open the door and get on my hands and knees to crawl inside, sitting against the wall once I finally slide in. "This makes me feel fat." I say crossly, opening one of the plastic shutters to peer outside.

[Christa Wilson]

"Maybe a groupie but that's for me to know, not you," I say sticking my tongue out at him. I laugh as he says that we can go camp out under the play set and roll my eyes. It's only when he starts tugging me that I realize he's serious. I laugh as he crawls in and roll my eyes, staying outside. "I'm sitting on your lap so be prepared!" I call in before I get on my hands and knees to crawl in. Once I'm fully in, the rain starts pouring down and I laugh slightly before closing the door behind me and sitting on Gene's lap. I look outside the plastic shutter and smile at the sound of the rain beating on the plastic. There was no telling how long this would continue but the longer, the better. I smile and look at Gene, realizing how close our faces were but refusing to turn away.

[Gene Wasek]

I chuckle at her response, though I don't reply. I roll my light brown eyes as Christa says that she was coming in, and that she was going to sit on my lap. I close the plastic shutter again and jump as she actually plops herself down on my lap after closing the door. "Damn, its pouring out there." I mutter, shaking my head at the beating rain. I was glad that we had headed over when we had, or else we'd be soaked. I turn back forward, stopping when I realize how close Christa's face was to mine. My eyes meet hers and I glance down at her lips before looking away again, wrapping my arms around her waist and leaning back against the wall, tilting my head back to look at the plastic ceiling.

[Christa Wilson]

I hide my disappointment when Gene looks away and leans back, pulling me with him since his arms were wrapped around my waist. I look at the door and lean my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes. The rain continued pounding as we sat in silence. I almost open my eyes to look at Gene but play it like I'm sleeping and turn slightly so that my lips are against Gene's neck though I don't move them. I smile mentally and let rest one hand on Gene's arm, hoping it would seem like I was asleep. I should be a pro at this with how many times I did it to get out of talking to my parents though some people could tell it better than other.

[Gene Wasek]

We sit for a while in silence, Christa sorta laying against me because my arms were around her waist. I look down at her, thinking she was asleep. Her head turns so that her lips are against my neck and my brow creases and I look at her again, keeping my gaze on her for a couple moments. I roll my eyes, leaning down to put my mouth next to her ear. "I know your awake. So don't go trying to grab my crotch and play it off like you're alseep." I whisper playfully, chuckling at my own humor. I pull back, waiting to see what her reaction would be.

[Christa Wilson]

I hear him whisper and do my best not to break my sleeping act but sit up almost immediately, busting into a fit of giggle. "Okay, okay. You win," I say between giggles and lean back on him, smiling like the joker. I look up at him and play with his hair for a while before looking at his lips then back at his eyes. "Dude, you need to grow a pair. It's obvious you want to kiss me," I say before sitting up enough to kiss him. Our lips melting as one. My hand tangled in his hair and I pulled him down a little more, making my interest in him obvious. I only hoped that he wouldn't pull back, that he'd just push forward into the kiss.

[Gene Wasek]

I grin as she sits up, giggling with a smile on her face. "Can't pull that on me." I say playfully as Christa runs her hands through my hair for a moment before speaking again. I raise my eyebrows she goes on that I needed to grow a pair. "Actually, you would know that I have a pair if you had grabbed my-" I argue before Christa leans up to press her lips to mine, effectively cutting me off. One of her hands moves up to tangle in my faded orange hair and I lean into the kiss, pulling her to me as she pulls me down to keep her lips to mine. I tighten my arms around her, hoping that she wasn't pulling this as a joke. I didn't think she was the type to do that, but we had just met today.

[Christa Wilson]

I smirk slightly and pull away just as my hand reached Gene's crotch. Sure, it was my first time groping someone but there was a first for everything. I pulled my hand and left a soft peck on his lips. "So, you do have a pair. Then you need to put them to good use by not being too shy to make a move," I say, sticking my tongue out at him. I giggle and lean my head on his shoulder, glad his arms were still around my waist. My lips still tingled with the memory of his but after my whole move, there was no promising that he'd still want to kiss me. I looked up at him and played with his hair before turning his head to mine and looking into his eyes.

[Gene Wasek]

I open my eyes as she pulled away, jumping in surprise as her hand actually fell on my crotch to squeeze. A blush crosses my cheeks, I hadn't thought that Christa would actually do it. I bite my lower lip, incapable at the moment to think of a good comeback. She let out a giggle and leaned her head on my shoulder, reaching a hand up to play with my hair. Finally I decide to roll with her comment, hoping she wouldn't think I was a creepy pervert of something. Finally I take her hand that was playing with her hand in mine, pausing for a moment before laying it back on my crotch and roughly pressing my lips to Christa's, wrapping both arms around her again, hoping that she wouldn't run screaming for the hills.

[Christa Wilson]

I look at Gene during the silence, hoping I hadn't struck a nerve or something. I watch as his hand reaches to take mine and blush when he puts it on his crotch, kissing him back with as much force as he had done with me. I wouldn't allow him to get what he wanted so easily but eventually, he might make it there. I wrap my free arm around his neck and tangle that hand in his hair, keeping our lips together. I trusted him enough with this but with the rest of me...I was still uneasy about. Unlike others, I wouldn't allow him to go to far with me. He wouldn't cross the line on my watch.