579I sat on my bed while watching Kale twist and turn her body in the mirror. Kale looked like she could fit in the 1920's perfectly, she had dyed her usually multi-colored hair all dark brown making her pale skin seem to glow in an odd, pretty way. It was cut short and done in waves with a multi-colored cloche hat sat on her head. She had on a bright yellow flapper dress that was loose fitting on her petite frame and a low-cut neck line.
"I'm not quite sure," Kale said, tilting her head to the side and I scoffed, getting up. I had my own green and white flapper dress on and next to Kale I looked like I belonged in the circus, code name Fat Girl in Dress! Since I wouldn't allow Kale to cut my hair it was long and wavy, and I had a beaded head band with a big green feather on it. My dress wasn't as low cut as Kale but it was still pretty daring.
"Applesauce!" I exclaimed, hitting her hip with my own and grinning at her reflection. "You're the bee's knees, the cats meow!" I racked my brain for another 20's slang I could use to describe her but came up blank. "And I'm out, but you look fantastic." I hooked my arm with hers.
"Do you think I'm a sap? You're the spiffy one, the real McCoy at the speakeasy all the men will be crazy about you." We both laughed. While Kale had been sewing our outfits together I had been looking up 1920's slang, mostly just to drive Warrick nuts since he "warned" me "not to go too far". Me? Go too far? Nonsense! One can never go too far.
There was a knock on the door and I pulled it open, tilting my head up at Warrick. His mouth was frozen in a scowl before slowly turning into a grin as he looked me up and down. Even though I felt my face heat up I stroke a pose, his eyes darting up to mine.
"Well you're keen," I said, pulling on the lapels of his jacket. He moved closer and I got a waft of his cologne and a smell that was distinctly Warrick, I loved the way he smelled. He leaned down and kissed me softly. "Right on the kisser." I couldn't help but say it; the scowl reappeared on his face as I heard Kale giggle behind me.
"I asked you not to get all into this," Warrick whimpered, jutting out his bottom lip in a completely childish and ridiculous look that made me laugh.
"You warned me, you didn't ask, and then you said there would be consequences if I did!" It was like he was asking me to do this, didn't he understand? This was all his doing! He groaned and leaned forward for another kiss. "The bars closed!"
"What?" He asked, shooting back as if I had slapped him.
"It means no kissing, get with the times bimbo." His eye brows drew up and I grinned happily at him. "Bimbo in the 1920's meant a tough guy, not what it means in 2008." Warrick rolled his eyes at me.
"Am I going to have to go by myself?" Warrick asked, taking a step backward as if he was actually considering it. He had on a navy blue coat, a white shirt underneath with a tie tucked in. There were all sorts of buttons and things on it that I couldn't quite understand, Warrick didn't talk much about his army live and I never wanted to force him into talking about it, but I know understood why some women had a thing for men in uniform. Warrick looked dead sexy.
"You look handsome," I said with a smile, noting out he had his hat tucked under his arm securely.
"I feel like a monkey," Warrick commented sourly but there was a grin on his face from the compliment, though he was trying to wipe it off. Kale appeared beside me, handing me a long coat which I slipped on.
"Dance monkey dance!" I cooed, hooking arms with Kale before we both walked out of my dorm room. Winnie was standing outside her own room, her arms crossed over her chest but her face was bright red as she tried to cast secretive glances at Warrick. So that's why Winnie was always kicking Warrick out and nobody else's boyfriend, because she was actually in love with him. I whispered this to Kale and her eyes darted over to Winnie.
"Such an old bird, should we bump off?" She nodded towards Winnie and I snorted, not believing that Kale would actually kill off someone. I turned to Warrick who was following us with a disgusted look, my eyes met his and his face melted, a real smile appearing there.
"No, I'm not threatened." I said with a satisfied smile.
I sat down next to Warrick with a huge smile, one of those kind of smiles that hurt your cheeks and you wish you could stop but you can't, even if you're causing yourself physical pain because of it. Kale and I had been dancing nonstop since we got to the huge banquet hall. While I had to stop after five songs, Kale was still going strong with a good looking blonde guy.
"You're a klutz." Warrick said after I had reached over and drank half of his coke. I cocked my head at this comment, not at all offended. I knew I was clumsy, everyone knew it actually, especially those unfortunate ones who have been in gym with me. "You should not be dancing." His grin spread across his whole face and I noticed the whole table was watching us with wide eyes.
"Okay, I broke your toe, once!" I held up one finger to emphasis the point. He really had to get over that fact. It was my senior prom and I invited him, it was the last dance so it didn't ruin the night or anything but I had stupidly put on my heels after taking them off for most of the night. They were playing Barbie Girl and I got a little excited and stepped on his toe.
"It is a danger to everyone out there for you to dance, and wildly like that!" Warrick exclaimed. I flicked his nose and he reared back, rubbing it and giving me a disgruntled look. He really hated it when I flicked his nose, which is why I did it of course.
"You're just being overly dramatic and cruel! Probably jealous too because you were born with two left feet and no sense of rhythm." I stuck my tongue out at him. He really couldn't dance, that's why he was so embarrassed and hesitant asking me to this thing. I learned that at my prom, it was hysterical. Well for me anyways, he was miserable.
"Your dress hikes up when you spin around though," Warrick grinned at me, leaning foreword slightly.
"Pig," I grumbled grabbing his drink again and finishing off the rest of it.
"Warrick!" Both our heads turned and walking towards us was a girl. She has long strawberry blonde hair that was curled around her heart shaped face. She was pale, making her hazel eyes pop even more with a light spread of freckles over her nose and cheeks. She was wearing a slinky dress that hung to her curves in all the right ways.
"Hey!" A grin spread out across his face as he stood and they shook hands. I tilted my head in question, having no idea who this girl was and feeling childishly left out. I looked over at Liam, Warrick's best friend and an army buddy, who was staring at the two before snapping his attention to me. He looked away quickly, to his date and long term girlfriend Ava. Ava Chanci is one of the most beautiful girls I've ever met and we had gotten close, mostly through phone calls and emails since she lived pretty far away but she helped me out a lot. She was raising a delicate eye brow at Warrick and the new girl, who were talking like they were the best of friends before looking over at me.
"That's Shannon, she's the only girl that made it through the training." Ava whispered and I felt myself tense. Liam had obviously told Ava about her so why hadn't Warrick told me? While the training and the way he lived was always a mystery to me, the people he had grown close to had not.
"This must be Jordan?" I turned towards the velvety voice of the women before standing up and shaking her hand. Her fingers were long, and her shake firm, I felt extremely inadequate next to her.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I have no idea who you are." I forced a smile as she raised her eye brows in a questioning look at Warrick.
"I've told you about her, oh right, we all call her Shane." I knew stories about Shane but I had stupidly assumed that Shane was another guy, Warrick talked about her like she was anyways. Shane was rebellious, and Warrick was in awe of her.
"Well then I guess I have heard of you." I gave another, more genuine smile. Warrick talked about her like she was a guy, not a girl. So it didn't matter she was beautiful with the body of a swim suit model, Warrick obviously didn't have any interests in her. I was just being a worrisome idiot.
"And I've heard a lot about you, I think the guys would make fun of him more if the stories weren't so hilarious." Hilarious? If Warrick told them about the time I flipped myself off the bed trying to take my shirt off I would ring his neck. Then I would tell them about the time he gave himself a nose bleed, I won't even go into the details of how he did that because if I start thinking about it I'll laugh so hard I'll start snorting. Warrick then would know I was thinking about it and shoot me a dirty look, which will only make me laugh harder therefore cutting the oxygen off and making me pass out. That wouldn't be good at all, now would it?
"Jordan?" I turned my attention to Warrick, noticing that they had continued talking to me through my mental rant. Now I couldn't get the image of Warrick telling me to 'su'up' when his nose started bleeding.
"Oh yeah right," I quickly spit out, not knowing exactly I was talking about. Warrick seemed to notice this by the way his eye brows rose up and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards.
"Okay great, come on Warrick." Shannon pulled Warrick out onto the dance floor as I sank down into my chair. So that's what I agreed to, I'm an idiot.
"Jordan, are you alright?" Ava placed her hand on my shoulder and I turned my attention away from Warrick and Shannon, who were laughing at Warrick's obvious lack of rhythm. Ava's eyes were wide with worry and I knew what she was thinking. After two years of dating Warrick I had gotten use to the sidelong glances a lot of girls gave him, the wanting and need obvious in their eyes. I had grown use to girls completely ignoring my presence and hitting on him, in front of me and behind my back. I had never gotten jealous; actually I had always thought it was funny. Warrick was put-off by my lack of caring for girls hitting on him though, he thought for the longest time that because I didn't get jealous meant I didn't really like him. So sometimes I would pretend to be jealous, just to make him happy, which it always did.
"Shannon is Shane, just another one of his military buddies in Warrick's mind." I glanced back at them, watching how Shannon looked graceful and beautiful next to my clumsy boyfriend, who still managed to look dashing and good looking even while tripping. "Anyways, what is the chance they'll get shipped off together?" I searched my mind for a bit of jealousy, or some emotion like it but I couldn't find any. Well maybe a little since Shannon was perfection and I was far from that but that had nothing to do with Warrick.
"Maybe you should cut in?" Ava asked, obviously not believing me. I nodded in agreement, waiting until the song ended before getting up and making my way through the crowd.
"Mind if I cut in?" I asked, noticing that the song was slower than the others. Shannon stepped back gracefully, laughter apparent in her eyes.
"Please do before I am forced to run away while my feet are still intact." She smiled widely, pushing her hair behind her shoulder and walking away. Warrick grumbled something that sounded like profanity then smiled at me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer.
"I can do this type of dance," Coincidentally at the end of his sentence he managed to step on my foot. It was just a light tap though so I laughed and shook my head at him.
"You were saying?" I asked with a grin. He narrowed his eyes at me before they softened unexplainably.
"You think we can go outside for a minute?" Warrick asked but he was already walking off the dance floor. I followed him in slight confusion, walking out the front door before following a small cobble stoned path into this mystical looking garden. Warrick stopped at the fountain, his back toward me and suddenly I wished I hadn't followed him.
"What's going on Warrick?" I asked nervously, taking a small step towards him. There was a long stretch of silence that made my stomach drop. I twisted my fingers in front of me until they cracked painfully.
"Jordan, I think we should break up." His voice was soft, barely audible and at first I thought I heard him wrong. When he didn't turn around and I saw his shoulders drop I knew I hadn't. After two years Warrick wanted to break up with me.
Authors Comments:
Oh wow, I didn't think any of my old readers would return but you have! Yay! *cough* Anywho, I just wanted to answer some general questions I've gotten.
Q: Is this an old story?
A: Yep! I am re-posting it because I have revised it quite a bit.
Q: Will the plot remain the same as the old version?
A: Yes, the old plot will remain generally intact, mostly I'm just rewriting the last chapters that seemed a bit rushed, these early chapters I'm just adding a few paragraphs here and there, or taking out a couple but it'll be generally the same!
Q: Was there an ending to the old one?
A: No, I stopped near the ending, but never ended up finishing it.
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