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My Edison Fic 1

A/N: I hope I finish this. I really really do. There's no title yet.

Chapter 1 : Nothing Out of the Ordinary

It was nothing out of the ordinary to see Edison Chen drunk. His hair was disheveled, his eyes had dark circles under them, he seemed to perpetually wear a silly smile, and his whole body wreaked of alcohol. Quite unremarkable really, as the effect of liquor on him wasn't in any way different from its effects on other people. And yet, Anna could never take her eyes off him, especially at parties like the one they were in now.

The premiere of Edison's new movie had just finished and so he and the other members of the cast and crew went to the director's house for the after-party.

Anna could never understand why it had to be different from the premiere itself when nearly the same people were there, and they talked about the same things, and did the same stuff. The only difference really was that there were no photo shoots for the press, and there were less annoying fans, which was probably why Edison always felt comfortable drinking until he dropped at these times, because he knew he wasn't likely to get caught on film now. And the fact that a lot of people could still see him, just that they didn't have a camera, seemed to be of little consequence to him.

It was this exact thought that was going through Anna's mind when she noticed that Edison was looking right at her.

by: distantorigin at 10:56 | link | comments

Wishful Thinking 2

"I'm telling you," his friend John paused for effect. "If you want a girlfriend, this is your chance. It's her, she's the one, you just gotta show up!"

"Why would I show up to a party where I don't know anyone, nobody knows me, and is a long way from my house?" Louis said.

John looked at him like he'd grown an extra arm. "Because a chick, who also just happens to be the birthday girl herself, invited you!"

"Yeah, she may have invited me, but that doesn't mean that she wants me to go. Maybe she was just being polite."

"She called you twice."

"Maybe she dialed our number by accident."

"Twice?"

He gave him a pointed look.

"And on different days?"

Louis rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine, I'll admit, it was a bit suspicious--"

"A bit? She was practically throwing herself at you!" John paused. "Okay, no she wasn't, but I mean, come on, Louis, I know her. And she doesn't do things without good reason."

"Does she ever explain these reasons you're talking about?"

"Depends on when she thinks there's a need for it."

Louis raised his eyebrows. "Is that a real answer?"

"What?!"

"What do you mean when she thinks there's a need for it?"

John rolled his eyes. "I mean, she usually has the correct instinct on how smart a person is so she explains herself only when she thinks the person she's talking to is dumb enough to not understand such obvious hints that she gives."

"Are you saying I'm a dumb person?"

"Well," John looked at him. "You're still wondering, aren't you?"

....

by: distantorigin at 12:11 | link | comments

Wishful Thinking

I have about a gazillion scenarios in my head, regarding the incident last Saturday. And this is one of them. Because I'm thinking that it's impossible for Mr.X not to think about said incident, but I have no idea what he thought about it. Joy Anne said that it would be fishy if somebody called her a year after they last talked. And I'm thinking, if Joy Anne thinks it, then probably everyone would react in the same way. Unless he already knows that I like him, and is just pretending he doesn't. Anyways, here is my made-up blog entry for his LJ.

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Mysterious Phonecall

It just boggles the mind. No matter how I look at it, it's still puzzling as ever.
Who calls out of nowhere, and a year later, no less, after you last saw each other? And even then, you weren't that close. In fact, you barely knew each other.

Does a few short conversations in class constitute a friendship? And I guess some random text messages every now and then. Birthday greetings for the past 2 years. And some more weird questions along the way, like, "What's your middle name?"

Why would a person be so curious? Is it because she likes me? It just doesn't seem likely. How can she like me, when, like I said, we barely know each other? And it doesn't seem like we have a lot of things in common, either. Sure, maybe we both like watching movies. Yeah, the truth is that I don't get to talk to people about movies like that. I mean, we'd talk about one movie, and then that's it, the topic of movies ends, but when we were talking about movies, I think it's safe to say that it could've gone on forever. And to think we don't even normally talk to each other.

I think the last time we talked, we talked about movies too. She asked if I'd seen 'The Butterfly Effect', and I said I was interested in seeing 'The Passion of the Christ'. She said she wasn't interested in that at all. That it was too popular and she preferred movies that not everybody would see. I found it weird. Who wouldn't? Everybody I knew wanted to see it. Oh wait, that was exactly the reason she wasn't interested.

So she's not interested in things that are mainstream, or things that a lot of people are interested in. In a way that's kinda insulting. I mean, does that mean she's interested in me because a lot of people aren't? Assuming of course that she is interested in me, which I guess is a little obvious now, considering her actions, but I guess my question really is why? Or... how?

Did I mention we're not close friends?

It's not like I'm popular or that we have a lot of common friends who could possibly build me up. So if she does like me, she probably did so on her own. And it didn't seem like anyone was putting her up to do the things she had, so she's acting all out of her own accord. But what could I have done, or what could she have seen or known about me that would make her like me, like so? I can't believe I'm admitting it, but really, I don't even think I'm good-looking enough, for her to like me, to the extent she seems to does.

Why would she call me?

It wasn't even to do her any favors, which is the usual reason why somebody would call you up after a long time--because they need something from you. But in fact, she called me, to invite me to her birthday, which maybe isn't supposed to be anything out of the ordinary, assuming we were friends who see each other regularly, or at all.

The truth is that whatever the reason is, whatever brought her to call me up and ask how my life is, doesn't matter, because what's done is done and the question that I have to ask now is, if she does like me, what am I going to do about it?

by: distantorigin at 16:02 | link | comments

What It Means To Me

"It's fun to wander through

the alphabet with you

and tell you what it means to me."

 

She sang, and Sarah laughed. She had always loved the sing-alongs with her baby-sitter. And the Alphabet Song was their absolute favorite. It's how she learned her alphabet. She knew it better than the normal "ABCD" song that kids sang.

by: distantorigin at 07:57 | link | comments

I've Built for Myself

Stuck in a prison I've built for myself

Hardly noticing that I erected the walls

effortlessly

almost

unconsciously.

It's a talent

to lock myself up

Alone.

And I don't even try to reach out

even when there are people around

But I become as frustrated as ever

Because no one reaches in

This cell

whose walls are not even made of glass

but bars big enough for a person to slip through

which is why it's so easy to build

Because it's not to lock me in

But for others to see me seemingly locked in

and give a hand.

by: distantorigin at 12:58 | link | comments