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(This is a collaboration between myself and another writer on this site, though she decided to stay anonymous I still don’t feel it’s right that I take all of the credit. We actually loosely based this off of a Criminal Minds episode we saw together. With that said just be warned, there will be character death in this. Also, there will most likely be sex and an alarming amount of violence. Read at your own risk & please review if you do take the time to read!)
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Be Normal.
That’s what everyone says. Just be normal. Why can’t you be normal? Act normal! Dress like a ‘normal’ person! You aren’t normal.
Has anyone really ever stopped to think about just what it is that we are saying to the people around us?
Be normal! What is normal though?
Normal would be defined as ‘conforming to a standard.’ So really, what is this standard? We all have different standards, generally introduced from our families and from there re-formed by our own brains.
What is your standard?
Just what does ‘being normal’ mean to you?
It certainly won’t be the same thing as what being normal to me is, seeing as how we are all different. We are raised differently. We go through different stages of life, at different times, with different results. So with this universally known why do we attempt to force this word around, as if it actually means something?
Normal is what you make of it.
The clicking of fingers upon a keyboard stopped as Kendall Teagan re-read her words, pausing to take a drink of the hot chocolate beside her. The chatter all around her never bothered her, instead calming her.
When she was sitting in the Starbucks just blocks from her home she felt a little less lonely. She knew she could easily blend in with the others and for that she was thankful. Though she ran her own blog she didn’t really like being known in the real world. She was a quiet person, with a mind that never seemed to want to sleep.
The constant even toned conversation all around her was welcome as it gave her a break from the bickering that never seemed to stop at home. Her parents were going through a divorce, though still living together... still sleeping together. She would just never understand them, though she’d tried.
“I really like that.” The smooth voice of a stranger interrupted her thoughts, causing her to spin around, spilling her hot chocolate on the stranger.
“Shit, fuck. Crap.” Kendall felt the warm blush reach her cheeks as her eyes fell upon the man’s now ruined shirt. “I’m so sorry.”
The man grinned, extending his hand. “I’m Frank.”
Kendall smiled in return, taking his hand in her own. They didn’t really shake, instead simply holding hands for a few seconds. “I’m Kendall, and again... I really am sorry for spilling hot liquid all over you and for my language, I usually don’t- Well, I actually do have a really bad mouth but-“
Frank chuckled, “Well fuck, I think I have a pretty bad mouth too. Should I start apologizing?”
Kendall laughed, shrugging. “Well, you know... they say if you confess your sins and apologize then it makes it all better.”
“So, you’re religious?” Frank stared at her, with complete interest.
“Not at all.” Kendall said, awkwardly sucking her bottom lip in to her mouth. Her teeth tenderly brushed against her lip before allowing it freedom again. “But that is what ‘they’ say.”
“You seem to be an expert on what people say.” Frank said, gesturing behind her towards her computer.
“I only pick apart the things I’ve been told.” Kendall said, embarrassed. She’d never actually held a real life conversation with anyone who read her blog.
Frank smiled widely, “I’m a pretty big fan of yours.”
Kendall felt a fluttering inside her stomach as she looked Frank over. He was noticeably gorgeous, in a way that left her incredibly surprised that she’d even gotten out a single coherent sentence so far. The lip ring gracing his bottom lip was taking most of her attention though. “Fan?” She awkwardly blurted the word out, as if it was something she’d never heard of before.
Frank laughed, nodding. “Yeah, fan. I really like the things you write.”
“Well, um... thank you.” Kendall wasn’t really sure as to what she was supposed to say to that. She wasn’t all that used to compliments, not ones that held any substance anyway. Frank seemed to genuinely mean what he said. He had read her words and... he liked them.
“Can I buy you another...” He rubbed his finger over his shirt before tentatively licking his finger, “hot chocolate?”
“Um, actually... How about I buy you something? I mean, it was my fault that I spilled hot chocolate all over you. I should be the one paying you back.”
“Fair enough.” Frank’s eyes didn’t leave Kendall, causing the fluttering in her stomach to become more prominent.
They awkwardly stood in line together before Kendall decided to break the silence, “So, I’ve never seen you around...”
Frank smiled but this time the smile seemed worn, barely making it on to his face. “I’m just passing through.”
“On business or?” Kendall couldn’t really tell how old Frank was. Before she’d been guessing her age, and figured she’d just overlooked him around school but since he was ‘passing through’ that led her to believe that he was done with high school.
“You could say that.” How very cryptic.
Kendall was about to question Frank further but then they reached the counter and the Barista greeted them, “Hello! What can I get for you two today?”
Frank shrugged, “I’ll take a small hot chocolate.”
“Um, how about a blueberry muffin?” Kendall said, glancing at the display case which show-cased many delicious items.
“Is that going to be everything?” The Barista asked, noticeably checking Frank out.
They both nodded as Kendall pulled out her wallet. As she pulled out some cash she accidentally dropped the rest of her wallet.
Frank leaned down, glancing at her I.D. “Cute picture.” He commented, before handing the wallet back.
Kendall thought nothing of it, “Thank you.”
Frank just smiled, watching Kendall’s every move.
It wasn’t until they had reached Kendall’s table that conversation began to pick up again, “So, when did you start your blog?”
Kendall blushed again, having hoped that talk of her blog was done with. “Freshman year of high school.” She admitted, “It was when I... began my ‘angst’ phase, I guess.”
“How old are you now?” Frank asked.
Kendall was fairly surprised at his questions since it wasn’t often that others showed much interest in her life. “I’m 17, what about you?”
“I’ll be 18 in two weeks.” Frank responded, shooting a charming smile towards her.
“So, did you just graduate?” Kendall asked, having just finished her junior year in high school.
Frank didn’t actually answer the question, “So, I was wondering... would you like to catch a movie with me later tonight?”
“Like a date?” Kendall asked, feeling quite idiotic at the question.
Frank chuckled, “Yeah, like a date.”
“Sure.” Kendall felt as if something inside of her was stopping any words from escaping her lips, attempting to lower the risk of her sounding like an idiot.
This would be her first date after all, with a boy she really didn’t know anything about.
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Be Normal.
That’s what everyone says. Just be normal. Why can’t you be normal? Act normal! Dress like a ‘normal’ person! You aren’t normal.
Has anyone really ever stopped to think about just what it is that we are saying to the people around us?
Be normal! What is normal though?
Normal would be defined as ‘conforming to a standard.’ So really, what is this standard? We all have different standards, generally introduced from our families and from there re-formed by our own brains.
What is your standard?
Just what does ‘being normal’ mean to you?
It certainly won’t be the same thing as what being normal to me is, seeing as how we are all different. We are raised differently. We go through different stages of life, at different times, with different results. So with this universally known why do we attempt to force this word around, as if it actually means something?
Normal is what you make of it.
The clicking of fingers upon a keyboard stopped as Kendall Teagan re-read her words, pausing to take a drink of the hot chocolate beside her. The chatter all around her never bothered her, instead calming her.
When she was sitting in the Starbucks just blocks from her home she felt a little less lonely. She knew she could easily blend in with the others and for that she was thankful. Though she ran her own blog she didn’t really like being known in the real world. She was a quiet person, with a mind that never seemed to want to sleep.
The constant even toned conversation all around her was welcome as it gave her a break from the bickering that never seemed to stop at home. Her parents were going through a divorce, though still living together... still sleeping together. She would just never understand them, though she’d tried.
“I really like that.” The smooth voice of a stranger interrupted her thoughts, causing her to spin around, spilling her hot chocolate on the stranger.
“Shit, fuck. Crap.” Kendall felt the warm blush reach her cheeks as her eyes fell upon the man’s now ruined shirt. “I’m so sorry.”
The man grinned, extending his hand. “I’m Frank.”
Kendall smiled in return, taking his hand in her own. They didn’t really shake, instead simply holding hands for a few seconds. “I’m Kendall, and again... I really am sorry for spilling hot liquid all over you and for my language, I usually don’t- Well, I actually do have a really bad mouth but-“
Frank chuckled, “Well fuck, I think I have a pretty bad mouth too. Should I start apologizing?”
Kendall laughed, shrugging. “Well, you know... they say if you confess your sins and apologize then it makes it all better.”
“So, you’re religious?” Frank stared at her, with complete interest.
“Not at all.” Kendall said, awkwardly sucking her bottom lip in to her mouth. Her teeth tenderly brushed against her lip before allowing it freedom again. “But that is what ‘they’ say.”
“You seem to be an expert on what people say.” Frank said, gesturing behind her towards her computer.
“I only pick apart the things I’ve been told.” Kendall said, embarrassed. She’d never actually held a real life conversation with anyone who read her blog.
Frank smiled widely, “I’m a pretty big fan of yours.”
Kendall felt a fluttering inside her stomach as she looked Frank over. He was noticeably gorgeous, in a way that left her incredibly surprised that she’d even gotten out a single coherent sentence so far. The lip ring gracing his bottom lip was taking most of her attention though. “Fan?” She awkwardly blurted the word out, as if it was something she’d never heard of before.
Frank laughed, nodding. “Yeah, fan. I really like the things you write.”
“Well, um... thank you.” Kendall wasn’t really sure as to what she was supposed to say to that. She wasn’t all that used to compliments, not ones that held any substance anyway. Frank seemed to genuinely mean what he said. He had read her words and... he liked them.
“Can I buy you another...” He rubbed his finger over his shirt before tentatively licking his finger, “hot chocolate?”
“Um, actually... How about I buy you something? I mean, it was my fault that I spilled hot chocolate all over you. I should be the one paying you back.”
“Fair enough.” Frank’s eyes didn’t leave Kendall, causing the fluttering in her stomach to become more prominent.
They awkwardly stood in line together before Kendall decided to break the silence, “So, I’ve never seen you around...”
Frank smiled but this time the smile seemed worn, barely making it on to his face. “I’m just passing through.”
“On business or?” Kendall couldn’t really tell how old Frank was. Before she’d been guessing her age, and figured she’d just overlooked him around school but since he was ‘passing through’ that led her to believe that he was done with high school.
“You could say that.” How very cryptic.
Kendall was about to question Frank further but then they reached the counter and the Barista greeted them, “Hello! What can I get for you two today?”
Frank shrugged, “I’ll take a small hot chocolate.”
“Um, how about a blueberry muffin?” Kendall said, glancing at the display case which show-cased many delicious items.
“Is that going to be everything?” The Barista asked, noticeably checking Frank out.
They both nodded as Kendall pulled out her wallet. As she pulled out some cash she accidentally dropped the rest of her wallet.
Frank leaned down, glancing at her I.D. “Cute picture.” He commented, before handing the wallet back.
Kendall thought nothing of it, “Thank you.”
Frank just smiled, watching Kendall’s every move.
It wasn’t until they had reached Kendall’s table that conversation began to pick up again, “So, when did you start your blog?”
Kendall blushed again, having hoped that talk of her blog was done with. “Freshman year of high school.” She admitted, “It was when I... began my ‘angst’ phase, I guess.”
“How old are you now?” Frank asked.
Kendall was fairly surprised at his questions since it wasn’t often that others showed much interest in her life. “I’m 17, what about you?”
“I’ll be 18 in two weeks.” Frank responded, shooting a charming smile towards her.
“So, did you just graduate?” Kendall asked, having just finished her junior year in high school.
Frank didn’t actually answer the question, “So, I was wondering... would you like to catch a movie with me later tonight?”
“Like a date?” Kendall asked, feeling quite idiotic at the question.
Frank chuckled, “Yeah, like a date.”
“Sure.” Kendall felt as if something inside of her was stopping any words from escaping her lips, attempting to lower the risk of her sounding like an idiot.
This would be her first date after all, with a boy she really didn’t know anything about.
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