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Post by ` jade diagle on Jan 3, 2008 15:51:50 GMT -5
 i don't need you tell me i'm the one.
Jade was known to be an academic overachiever, someone who's grades were something to brag about. Not that she did...often. Yet somehow the junior could never find the solution to a simple problem. This probably proved that everything she learned in school was actually useless in real life and she would probably die if left to fend for herself. I mean in school, we're expected to memorise another man's art. How was she expected to nurture herself with numerators. She faield to see how three/fourths was going to fee her or warm up an apartment. I mean, A sqaured + B sqaured = children starving in Africa, the square root of 6 is still economic failure, life divided by 8 billion = tenants with leases. Puzzles were never solved by adding more and more pieces.
Anyway, we're getting off topic. Jade was never one who could use her mind power to turn on the tv, aka figure out why the remote wouldn't make the screen pop up. The junior sat on a couch in Jupiter's a frustrated expression on her face as she stared down at the remote. They were supposed to be watching a movie, and the boy had left her with the seemingly simple task of turning on the movie. Well, she was convinced the tv was actually on, there was this little green light flashing, and in the left hand corner of the screen the words 'dvd' were written. So then, why wasn't the movie turning on? Where was the dvd menu? The seventeen year old gave the remote one last hopeful glance before her patience let go of the string it was holding so tightly on to. She snapped, furrowing her eyebrows and placing the remote next to her, sitting indian style with her arms folded across her chest. Stupid. Fucking. Remote.
She gave a sigh, before looking back down at it, eyeing it curiously. Jade slyly slide her hand down beside her and pushed the remote off the couch and onto the floor where it landed with a dull thud. Looking exhausted, and worn out by that difficult problem the girl stretched, pulling at the sleeves of the large black sweater she wore over a pair of plaid pajama pants. Brown optics wandered around the room, before calling out. "JUPITER? I couldn't turn it on."
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Post by ` jupiter mahem on Jan 4, 2008 18:53:19 GMT -5
 i broke down
When it came to school, Jupiter was a huge geek. He was known to slack, though. As much as he fell asleep during class and forgot to write things down for notes, his grades were extremely high. He tended to waste his brain on stupid things that had to do with electronics and let alcohol devourer his brain most of the time, yet he still managed to hold very high grades. It was just to show that even though someone may slack off and not pay attention, still is retaining information. No one ever said that you had to pay attention in class to be smart or have to be the one to answer every question in class, or even do your homework. Which was just what Jupiter did, except he always found a way to do his homework, even if he was out the whole entire night doing something that he shouldn't be doing.
It was like that girl, what was her name, who sat next to Jupiter in English who always read. No matter were and when she was, she was reading, like one time Jupiter saw her when he went to get breakfast with Jade and she was reading, and even when she was reading secretly under her desk, when the teacher would call on her to answer a question, some how she got it correct. Jupiter tried to do that once, but got to involved in the book so that he didn't even here the teacher call his name and he walked over to Jupiter's desk and tore the book away from his hands. The girl just manged to laugh when her book was still in her hands and she continued on reading afterwards. It wasn't very fair in Jupiter's mind. He was just foolish and stupid in that sense. Multitasking was not his thing.
Brushing the messy blond hair out of his eyes, he manged to take the contacts that he was wearing out of his eyes without jabbing his eye and making him even more blind than he already was and slipped on his black rimmed glasses. Sniffing lightly, he whipped his hands on the blue plaid shirt that he had on over light navy blue shirt he had on along with his white and blue plaid pajamas, which they both decided to wear plaid pajama pants for some reason. Jade was supposed to be putting the movie in that they were watching, but hearing her words, she wasn't exactly succeeding in her simple task. He walked out and laughed, taking a seat on the couch next to her as picked up the remote that was on the floor. "Jade you didn't turn on the dvd player. Your smart with no common sense." He said, laughing as he got up and turned on the dvd player before turning on the movie, pressing the play button. "See, if you just accept the fact that I am smarter than you, then you would be able to do simple things."
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Post by ` jade diagle on Jan 4, 2008 20:12:58 GMT -5
i don't need you to tell me i'm the one.
Geek didn't even start to define was Jade was. She was an over achiever, a perfectionist to the highest extent. She was clean, a good kid. Not popular. Popular group is a phrase that's slightly embarassing to use. If you use it, you aren't in it. Jade always thought it's kind of weird how everyone knows who this group is and who it isn't. How does it form anyway? It's not like there's some sign-up sheet. But you know and they know. She could never figure out what the seperating factors is. It isn't the pom-poms or the looks. No, what is comes down to is who asserts a sense of dominance, just like baboons. It isn't necessarily the strongest and the biggest and the best-looking baboon that'll be the leader, but the cockiest and most self-assured, the one who assumes he'll win any fight. I guess we tend to believe people's high opinion of themselves, whether it's earcned or not. And don't go buys into the psychology BS that says overly confident people act that way because they don't feel good about themselves. They feel great about themselves. They can be stupid, irrespoinsible, a smart ass, with failing grades or a sex-will-save-me pout, and still walk around with the self esteem a Nobel Prize winner should have but probably doesn't.
The junior watched him walk into the room, eyes lidded slightly before she looked back up at the cieling, ignoring him before he spoke. At his words she sat straight up, eyes furrowed and a slightly offended look coming across her features. She folded her hands across her chest, giving him a look as he got up. "I knew that." Her face was serious in an attempt to prove her point. That was Jade for you, far too stubborn for her own good. Even if she was wrong, she would convince you she was right. She quirked a brow, rolling her eyes before laying back down on the couch. "That makes so sense, and you know it." The seventeen year old yawned, eyes wandering to the tv, "I'm thirsty."
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Post by ` jupiter mahem on Jan 5, 2008 12:48:17 GMT -5
why cant you see what you are doing to yourself
The word popular had raised at least several definitions over the years. To Jupiter it meant the kid who used fear and hurt to get to the bottom, which was actually the top because anyone who was feared always was on top. The people that could do things that no one else could and decided what was 'cool' and what wasn't. Nothing was cool if someone had to tell you that it was or wasn't. He felt as though this school didn't have terribly many cliques when it came who if there was one person on top, because there wasn't just one person or a group of people that were, as if everyone shared the same definition as the other and put it into contexts that the word popular was rather feared and it was put on someone in quotes who had a lot of enemies, not friends. Looking at the big picture, those who were declared popular usually only had a small group of friends and were feared, but the rest of the school either hated them or feared them. Then there was a small percentage that well of course, envied them. It was just a phrase turned into a weapon to tear other human beings down.
Jupiter's eyes returned to the brunettes as she spoke. There was no use going into that subject because Jade usually won because he would just fall asleep or be stupid enough to believe her that she actually did know that. "I'm sure you did." He said, giving her a thumbs up. Jupiter couldn't win a fight even if he had backup. He thought for a moment before he spoke about what she had said next. "Well, it made sense in my head, before I said it." Looking at the tv, he leaned forward in his seat at what there was in the refrigerator besides water. Probably alcohol, alcohol, and more alcohol, which wasn't because Jupiter was a drunk because he never drank alone. It was mostly his friends that decided since it was usually just him home and his sister, that it was a best to store it at his house. "I say we have beer, because I think that is all I have at the moment." It wasn't like they could get drunk.
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Post by ` jade diagle on Jan 5, 2008 14:19:36 GMT -5
i don't need you to tell me i'm the one.
Jupiter filled in that gap that Jade didn't have. He was loud and outgoing, while Roxy preferred to keep to herself. Quiet seemed the safe thing to do when embarrassments hunted her like a stalker hunts a former lover. Her mother had tried her wisdom on her—Laugh it off, she said. Everyone else is too busy trying to forget their own humiliations to remember yours. You’re no different than anyone else . Why do you think that years later we still have dreams that we went to school and forgot to get dressed? This might have been true. Still, it seemed to her that if she got pimple it would be in the middle of her forehead like an Indian bindi, and if the answer was spermatozoa, she'd be the one that will be called on. It was just better to lie low. Jade was never one that had very many friends. She was selective, and got annoyed with most people easily. It didn't take much for her to send you a dirty look, a warning for you to get as far away from her as possible. To be honest, Jupiter was one of those she wanted to choke for a large portion of the time she had known him.
Her jaw clenched, sensing she had yet to completely win the battle. She gritted her teeth as he gave a thumbs up, wanting desperately to break his hands off. Yes, Jade did have temper issues, but she would never hurt anyone physically, with words, yes, but that's about it. And even then, she usually kept in bottled inside, only giving death glares as a signal. Brown optics wandered to her feet as she listened to him, "How could that possibly make any sense?" She thought it over in her head, "Oh Jade, if you admit I'm a genius, you'll be able to do everything." Okay, so that wasn't exactly what he'd said, but she could care less. The seventeen year old widened her eyes slightly, eyeing the boy and then the refrigerator as he spoke, leaning over to take a look herself. Jade had only drunk once and that was two days before her parents' divorce had been finalized, all she could remember was the hang over the next morning. Biting down on her lip, she shrugged, "Alright."
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Post by ` jupiter mahem on Jan 5, 2008 20:08:53 GMT -5
these walls that i create
The two had known each other longer than they should. Jade was needed by Jupiter to keep him straight and not do stupid things, because even with her around, Jupiter still did stupid things that didn't necessarily get in trouble with anyone but himself. He never had parents around to do that for him, so even though he got on her nerves a lot, the things missing about each other were found in the other. Jupiter didn't know what he would do without her. He loved her to bits in pieces, no matter how much she hated him, and Jade did know that. Some people found them to be an odd pair because Jupiter was so loud and Jade wasn't, but she was smart and more quiet. It didn't matter how many other friends he might have, he sometimes felt like Jade was the only one that he needed because she was never afraid to tell him his place, even if she wanted to choke him half of the time.
That was only when there personalities clashed with each other, which tended to happen a lot. Not that Jupiter ever really screamed in her face. Jupiter never really screamed at anyone besides little kids. Jupiter watched her expression, but only laughed at what she had said. Rubbing his nose lightly as he adjusted the glasses that were over his eyes. "It just did, trust me." He said. Now he was getting confused. It was one of those things that made sense when he first thought about it, but didn't when he put it into words. Now it just didn't make sense anymore. He should of gone with just telling her to admit that he was smart, and not stupid. He was just a little bit surprised that the girl had decided to have a beer only because Jade never drank besides one time, and Jupiter remembered her hangover not to be the greatest time for them, plus with everything else that was going on at the time. Getting up, he got two beers and opened them before returning to the dark room and handing Jade a beer. "It is not my fault if you get drunk, so you can't be mean to me in the morning."
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Post by ` jade diagle on Jan 6, 2008 14:48:33 GMT -5
i don't need you to tell me i'm the one.
Jade was never the best person to take to the movies anyways. She'd talk through half of it, then start munching on the popcorn too loudly at the exciting parts. There had been this one time when some girl had asked Jupiter out on a date, he'd dragged Jade along in hopes it would turn her off. She'd sat there the whole time, eating her way through two boxes of smarties, a large diet coke, and some nachoes before the girl had heard something beside her. It took her a moment to realize they were eating each other's faces. Gross. She still scrunched her nose up at the thought. Jade could honestly remembering wonder how long it would take until they would come up for air, it was kind of funny. She had been rather offended, first of all because Jupiter had the nerve to forget all about her, and well..she'd been a bit jealous. Let's see, Jade had her first kiss when she was fourteen. I know. Kind of old. She was just one of those girls who had other things on her mind besides boys. And she'd never really felt bad about it. Sure, she got asked out once in a while...but she'd always wait for..quality. Even her first kiss had been partially organised by Jupiter. Sad, I know. The guy had decided that Jade needed to go on a date, which she'd accepted, eventually. The guy had dropped her off, then smooshed his lips against hers. It had been pretty gross, and Jade had pushed him away a little too hard, so he'd fallen off her front porch. Bad experiences can cripple your confidence like salt on a slug. She'd just remind herself, it was quality she was after.
How Jupiter managed to lose his temper with kids was something Jade could never wrap her mind around. Yes, this coming from the queen of get-out-of-my-face-before-i-spit-at-you. But there was something about children that she loved, that innocence that was so unaffected by the world around them. There were so many times when Jade wished she was a kid again. That one time she had agreed to drink was with Jupiter. The next morning, after she had finished puking in the toilet she'd called the boy up on her phone, calling him every name she knew. To her it was his fault he'd let her drink. And though she denied it now, the junior would probably call him the next morning and abuse him some more. "Okay." She gave him an innocent look before taking the bottle from him, hesitantly bringing it to her lips and taking a drink. The seventeen year old made a face at first, scrunching up her nose before taking another long swig. A few minutes passed and soon enough, Jade had downed the entire bottle, and went to grab Jupiter's from him but ended up falling on him, her face a few inches from his. The girl giggled before laying her head on his chest.
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Post by ` jupiter mahem on Jan 6, 2008 21:19:06 GMT -5
time is running on empty
Jupiter had been to enough movies with Jade to somewhat block out her annoying noises and what not that she did. He had watched more with her than any other person. He grew up with it, and only noticed how annoying she really was at movies when people tended to point it out. He wasn't very much better, tending to let his feet rest on the chair in front of him and hitting the lucky person's head that was sitting in front of him who tried to tell him to move his feet by looking up at him, but Jupiter was to busy watching the movie or listening to Jade to even consider the fact that he was annoying the person in front of him. Jupiter had arranged Jade's first kiss, which didn't sound very romantic to him at all. She probably only did it because he had threatened to give her the first kiss that she had with some guy that liked Jade and had decided to go out on a date with. Jupiter found it funny, that was until the phone call the next day when he heard about how she had pretty much pushed him off her front porch because he landed her a wet one. There wasn't anything worse than a bad kisser, but she didn't have to push him away. It was really all Jupiter's fault, and he gave Jade a ton of credit for putting up with some of the things that he put her through. Not many other people could for so many years like her.
Jupiter did not have many girlfriends. Girls liked him, it wasn't like he had girl repellent on and he wasn't the nicest looking kid, but he had a really outgoing personality that people liked. People just tended to be turned off by the fact that he was always with Jade. It wasn't like they were sowed at the hip or anything, but no one wanted to be on her bad side, and there had always been part of him that was so loyal to Jade, that no other girl was better than her. That didn't mean that he lusted after her because Jupiter didn't just go out with girls because of lust. That would be rather pointless. He handed her the beer after she had said okay, but for some reason he doubted that he wasn't going to get shit for this because knowing Jade, she was going to forget all about that and give him shit claiming that he handed her the beer which meant that it was his fault. It didn't take long for both of there beer to be pretty much gone, and when Jade was, she had fallen on him in attempt to get his, which was pretty much gone besides like a sip left. He was drunk, she was drunk, it wasn't a pretty picture. Jupiter laughed as she fell onto him, moving the beer out of the way as she put her head on his chest. He took the last sip of his beer and tipped it upside down. "It's all gone." He said with a laugh escaping his lips.
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Post by ` jade diagle on Jan 8, 2008 15:33:19 GMT -5
i don't need you to tell me i'm the one.
Jade had had a dog, years ago. When she was about six. It was this hideous little dog, that her mother found one day at the kennel and named it after her least favourite teacher. For some odd reason, the woman found it comforting to give the name to an animal that would drink out of the toilet, and eat used tissues if you gave him the chance. Ew. Jade had always been scared of that dog, with his beady black eyes, and wet nose. She'd scream and hide behind her father's knees whenever she saw that thing come towards her. Poe died a few monthes later. Probably posioned from eating someone's snot. They never did get a pet again, except for Nemo. Who Jade bought when she was twelve while at wal-mart with Jupiter. Nemo the gold fish died a few days later. Damn wal mart.
Jade didn't have the ability to think straight when she was drunk. Things she kept bottled up usually came out, secrets, or her curiousity. What she wouldn't do sober, she'd do drunk. Pretty simple concept, it was like the beer gave her the nerve to do what she wanted. The junior gave him a look, furrowing her eyebrows as she watched him sip, then tip the bottle over. "I want more." It was a demand, and she did, that minute. Turning to face him, Jade seated herself in front of the boy studying his face for a moment, the junior reached out and took his glasses in her hands, leaning over and sliding them off his face before putting them on the coffee table. She'd always thought he looked better with out them, and right then, she thought he was the most attractive boy in the world. Leaning in towards his face, Jade breathed in for a moment before pressing her lips against his.
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Post by ` jupiter mahem on Jan 8, 2008 20:58:18 GMT -5
i dont know what i want
Jupiter could remember the first time he ever picked up a guitar. He had to of been four when his father handed it too him and ever since he was hooked. When his older brother would bring over his little dog, it used to cry whenever Jupiter would play music as if it was complaining that it didn't like his music or the sound of the guitar. He had been convinced that the dog didn't like music at all, and when that dog cried, Jupiter was ready to strangle it and hated everything about it. And everyone made sure that Jupiter wasn't left alone with the dog in fear he burn it's ears out, the poor thing. He was glad when his brother no longer came with the dog. Jupiter just hated the thing. He wasn't a fan of animals at all really after that and even before. He did have a cat, but that was really his sister's, and the dogs that he had now really pissed him off, mostly the big black great dane thing that could eat him in one bite, he used to think that he was going to do that, but luckily his father had taken most ownership of the huge dog. Jade didn't really like it either, so it was a good thing to get it out of his house. As for the small dog, well that usually slept with Jupiter, joy for him.
Jupiter had gotten drunk more times than he could think, even though most of the times he didn't remember because of the nice pass out on the middle of some one's floor, and then he would ignore the hangover in the morning like he had one every day and it was just part of life. The only problem was that Jupiter got drunk fast. It didn't matter how many times he drank and what kind it was. One beer, he was considered unable to drive, just like it was his first time to ever have alcohol, and he was usually a loud drunk until he passed out. Which was a shame. He laughed at what Jade had said, which he only processed the word 'more' and he nodded, but stopped when her hand went up to his face, which made him blush lightly, and then she took off his glasses. Normally he wore contacts, but it was late at night and he had taken them out. "Hey, I can't see." He said. His hand went over as he made a face to grab his glasses, but stopped when Jade pressed her lips to his. Even with the alcohol in his system he knew that she had just kissed him, and he was now kissing her back.
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Post by ` jade diagle on Jan 9, 2008 15:48:39 GMT -5
i don't need you to tell me i'm the one.
Jade hadn’t witnessed many deaths in her life. Human deaths that is. Everything that had ever passed away was an animal. At least until her grandmother died. She had been the kind of relative that had a bizarre, inexplicable obsession about your romantic success. Starting somewhere around the age of five, up until the last visit she had with her, their conversations went like this.
Jade: So lately, school’s been great and I’ve been getting straight A’s and I’m the vice president of the Key Club and a member of the Honour Society and do ten hours of community service a week and have discovered a cure for cancer and successfully surgically implanted the kidney of a guppy into a human and...
Grandmother Barbara: Do you have a boyfriend?
Still, she was her grandmother, and she was dead. She’d had a heart attack. She had been overcome with this shooting pain down her chest and arm—she told Jade’s father on the phone before he called the ambulance—and that was that. Alice; not alive.
There was a funeral and this box she was supposedly in, this ground. Her body was there in the dirt, the same body that walked around and snooped into Jade’s stuff and stank of Chanel. See, it suddenly struck Jade that there was such a thing as dead, and all of the ways one could get dead. She’d wake up in the night and think about it and become so frightened at the idea that she wasn’t going to be there one day. Jade watched the expression on his face, not registering why exactly had he turned red. It had probably been the beer. Could people be kissed with glasses on? Wouldn’t it get in the way—be a sort of barrier between the two? Jade wasn’t sure, but at the moment that’s all that was running through her mind. That and the fact that he responded to her. Sitting up straighter, her hands slid to the boy’s shoulder as she continued kissing him, gently pushing him back onto the couch so she was on top.
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Post by ` jupiter mahem on Jan 10, 2008 22:31:56 GMT -5
you and your twisted words
There was always this rule that was the one rule that everyone decided to break during at least once in there life time when it came to boy girl relationships. It was once said to Jupiter that girl and boy friendships started out because of one being attracted to each other. First making friends and then later killing the other by dumping them in the future. At the time, Jupiter had found it completely untrue because there was no way that him and Jade were like that, well at least there relationship wasn't really a choice from them until it became a actual friendship, because they were to young to even protest the idea or even know what friends were. Then again, when this was told to Jupiter by his step father's mother, girls were icky and a gross species in the human race, only he had known Jade so long from that point that she wasn't exactly even considered a girl in his mind that way.
That rule that people broke at least once was that you could never kiss your best friend. How many people can raise there hand and say that they have broken that very rule? A lot of people. He had thought that him and Jade had gotten over that rule and not even bothered to discuss that there wasn't any feelings between them because she thought of him as an idiot, and he thought of her as a girl who thought of him as an idiot, still they are still friends. But the with the beer and all, Jupiter wasn't even thinking about that the moment they kissed. It hadn't even registered in his mind that he was now breaking that rule and decided to go on a enjoy this for the time being. It would only be more than slightly awkward if either of them remembered this tomorrow. His hands went around her waist as he was pushed against the couch. His fingers laced around the hem of her shirt.
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Post by ` jade diagle on Jan 11, 2008 17:27:00 GMT -5
i don't need you to tell me i'm the one.
Edgar Allan Poe watched his mother bleed from the mouth as she died from consumption, as he and his two siblings lay in bed beside her. Hemingway commited suicide with the same gun his father had used to kill himself. Lord Byron's father had an incestous relationship with his own sister, and his mother's relatives were a toxic mix of the depressed and suicidal. When you look at the families of crazy geniuses, you start to understand where their pain came from. You start to get their need to paint it away, write it away, compose it away.
But Adriano Cavalli's childhood in Sabbotino Grappa sounded like one of those lush movies filmed in hazy golden-yellows with a sappy sound soundtrack that makes you cry even though you know it's just music manipulation. It sounded close to perfect. Jade lazily flipped through the pages of The Early Years the only 'offical' biography of her step-father. She had yet to figure out why she was even reading it. The book had this ability to snap her right up from Estabrooke, it lifted her from the cold, wet einter air and the ever greens and bustle of the city and landed her in the warm orange tones of a Tuscan town.
Jade could easily remember the time she had told Jupiter this. A few days after the divorce, she had gone through her step-father's biography hoping to reveal what a scum he truly was. Jade's life had more or less been perfect before that, before her parents fell apart. That's probably why she was so scared of the simple idea of love, because she didn't think it existed. Every relationship she had ever seen always ended with someone being hurt. Love was something of fairytales. Did Jade love Jupiter. Honestly, no. She could stand him, confide in him. But love? No. It was just not something she had felt for him, for anyone. Sex was something Jade was convinced should be done after marriage, atleast when you thought there was love. It just made sense to her. Sex meant a part of her virtue, doing it with ever guy she laid her eyes on meant she was throwing pieces of herself away. And I can tell you that this was not the way Jade had ever imagined losing it. Feeling the boy's hand wander down, she wasn't completley sure what he was going for at first, but she felt a slight shiver run up her spine as she felt his fingers touch the skin there. She continued kissing him, gently running her tongue along his lips.
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Post by ` jupiter mahem on Jan 13, 2008 20:37:37 GMT -5
Jupiter had always said that he was going to do one thing in life and that he was born for only one thing, one thing and do nothing else, music. His music was his love, his air, and everything else that he ever needed. Other people, like his mother, seemed to think other wise. She tended to disapprove of his friends and everything else that he did besides the one year he tried to play soccer, which he played only one year of and then quit as soon as the coach said his hair was sorta too long and always in his face, so it either he cut it, and the converse on the field was also not allowed, Jupiter quit right after that. He was not going to shave his head, and he liked wearing his converse, finding nothing wrong with them, besides the fact that they were falling apart. He hadn't been skittish towards the ball or he wasn't to slow. In fact, he wasn't the worst player on the team. If the coach hadn't threatened him with cutting his hair and his shoes, Jupiter might of still played, but then again, he was pretty much blind and the whole thing of wearing contacts at the time, he sort of refused.
Jupiter didn't try to many sports after that. Football was a huge no, because he was a string bean, more like a twig that you could easily break him in half. He couldn't run, so track was off. He wasn't a good swimmer, nor dancer. He was too blind for basketball and didn't like the shorts that he would of have to wear, and he did try volley ball, only he missed the ball to much. The stupid white fly projectile was to hard to see. There was a lot of things Jupiter couldn't do, and most of the time because of his eye sight, but when it came to music, he was just right, so that was what he put his time and his mind into. Jupiter knew that he didn't love Jade. He loved her as a friend, most of the time. Sometimes he wondered how much he could stand of her, but most of the time he enjoyed his time with her. It was going to be less and less with college and stuff. It was sometimes hard to believe. His mouth parted as her tongue slid along his bottom lip. His hands moved as he started to take off her shirt.
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Post by ` jade diagle on Jan 14, 2008 11:51:09 GMT -5
i don't need you to tell me i'm the one.
What Jade could tell you was that people do not snap suddenly. Here’s the thing with living with people who are beginning the process of losing it. Your most overwhelming urge is to make sense of something that doesn’t make sense. Living with Adriano Cavalli, was like riding an elevator. Up a floor, and down three, up another four, and then the cable snapped, sending you plummeting to the ground. After three years of living with Cavalli, Jade had had enough of people of passion. Passion seemed dangerous. She'd seen the tapes of his performances, the way he had his chin to his violin as if he were about to consume it, the way his black hair would fly out as he played, reaching crescendo, eyes closed. It made you feel like you needed to hold on to something. She'd never felt that kind of letting go before. It all seemed one step away from some ancient tribal possession. And that crescent scar on his neck. That brown gash that had burned into him from hours and hours and hours of the violin held against his skin. He had played until the instrument had made a permanent mark, had become part of his own body.
If Chuck and Bunny are right, and everyone should hunger for life and its banquet, Jade would rather have the appetite of her neighbor Courtney and her two brothers, over Adriano's. All Courtney and her brothers hungered for in life was a box of Junior Mints and MTV, fed straight through the veins. Adriano, he could inhale an emotional supermarket and still be ravenous. Jade and passion were two words that never went well together. It was just something that couldn't work out well. Jade? You'd think of the library, books, white chocolate, anger. Not passion, love, all that bull shit. She was one of those girls that was firmly grounded, had her life written out on a piece of paper. Everything was all planned out, she just needed to follow the steps to achieve whatever it was she needed. Boys were never something that was on Jade's mind, and she wasn't well known in the dating department either. Maybe because everyone always presumed her and Jupiter had something going. The junior's tongue began exploring his mouth before she felt his hands begin to pull up her shirt, hesitantly she moved her lips from his and pulled off her shirt. She bit down on her lip as her eyes wandered from herself to him as she slowly began sliding off her pants.
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