Ok, so this is my first try at it…I hope I do her justice. I have tomatoes for sale at 25 cents each in case you wanna throw something…
You sit outside with her, the soft, warm breeze blowing loose tendrils of her dark hair around her shoulders and neck.
“It’s beautiful out here,” she murmurs, her voice soft in the surrounding darkness.
“It sure is,” you agree. Your eyes remain on her profile, following the path of a single hair down her forehead, past her dark expressive eyes. Down the slope of her pert nose, to the roundness of her plump lips, which are currently curving up into a smile.
“You’re staring…” she chuckles, still gazing up at the stars.
“Sorry.” You turn your own gaze back to the sky.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
You make it a point not to look over at her, lest you be caught staring again. You don’t answer for a minute, and you can feel her shift to look at you.
You pull yourself from your thoughts and smile over at her. “Yeah, of course.” As though you hadn’t missed a beat.
Her brow furrows for a moment as if she wants to ask what’s gotten into you, but instead she turns back to the sky and catches you off guard with her question.
“You ever just wanna run away? Ya know, leave it all behind?”
You startle for a moment, but try to cover it up, before looking at her again. What exactly did ‘it all’ entail? “Why do you ask?”
She raises and drops a shoulder in non-chalance. “I don’t know. Just sometimes feels like I need to get away. Too much pressure, ya know? School, my parents, the band, our relationship…”
You swallow hard. This isn’t really what you were expecting. You know in the back of your mind, being with Kaitlyn has been a dream come true, and that one day she would wake up and realize how worthless you are, and how much better she could do than–
Your head snaps up to look her in the eye, where you catch her hard, determined stare. She sighs, and lifts her hand to cup your cheek. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. But I can already tell what you’re thinking, and that’s not what I meant at all. You mean the world to me. I’m not trying to run away from you.” She leans in with a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, smirking at you. “If for whatever reason I just had to get away, I’d have to chloroform you and toss you in the trunk and take you with me, because there’s no way I could leave you behind.”
You manage a smirk of your own at this. “I think I’d pay money to see you try to lift me into your trunk.”
She leans her forehead against yours. “I’m stronger than I look.”
You nod with a small smile, and turn your head to kiss her palm. “I love you.”
She grins and leans in to kiss your cheek, the soft warmth of her lips brushing your skin. “I love you too, goofball.” She releases you and stands up to brush the grass off the seat of her shorts. “Last one back to the quad is a rotten egg!” she hollers before taking off across the grass. You leap to your feet and bolt off after her, leaving her question hanging in the air, unanswered.
You burst through the door of the suite and bounce off a solid hard surface.
“Whoa there!” comes a warm, familiar voice, as strong hands grip your upper arms to steady you.
You look up and smile in your suitemate’s face. “Sorry Chris!”
“Where’s the fire?” he asks uncertainly.
Before you can respond, Kaitlyn bursts in the doorway behind you.
“I win!” you grin triumphantly.
“Cheater…” she pants as though irritated, but the smile on her face betrays her true thoughts.
Chris laughs and shakes his head. “You two act like a couple of kids.”
“But we are a couple of kids,” you protest confusedly. You step around him and into the suite taking note of the silence. “Hey, where is everyone?”
He shrugs, grabbing his laptop off the table, and heading toward the door. “Uh, I think Zack is at the library cramming for some big test he’s got in Economics. Tyler and Abbie are out on date night, and I’m off to meet up with Arjun about a new proposal he has for student counsel. Looks like you ladies are on your own for the next few hours at least.” He pulls the door open before glancing over his shoulder with a grin. “Try to behave yourselves.”
He closes the door softly behind him, and Kaitlyn turns to look at you. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” you smile deviously, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her close.
“Oh yeah,” she agrees immediately. “Horror movie marathon! You get the popcorn, I’ll get the blankets!”
You shake your head to yourself, laughing quietly as she heads down the hallway.
She brings a wool throw out of her room and settles on the couch, while you bring the still popping bag out of the microwave, tossing it lightly with your fingers to keep from getting an oil burn. You settle on the couch beside her and pull some of the blanket across your lap.
“So what are we watching?” you question, popping a few kernels in your mouth.
“One of my favorites,” she grins with a maniacal gleam in her eye.
You stop chewing and turn to stare at her as the opening credits begin to roll. No way. It can’t be…she knows how you feel about–
“Forget it, I’m outta here.” You toss the blanket aside, drop the bag of popcorn in her lap and begin to stand from the couch. As you get to your feet, you feel her warm fingers wrap around your wrist.
She pauses the movie with her free hand. “Pretty please?” her voice is low in the mostly silent and dark suite.
You make the mistake of looking over at her to see that she has put on the saddest, most pathetic pouty face you’ve ever seen, complete with a single crocodile tear at the corner of one eye.
“Don’t do this to me,” you beg. “Don’t do the face. You know how much I hate clowns. Especially grown, psychotic zombie clowns!” You shudder just at the thought.
“He’s not actually a zombie,” she interrupts. “He’s more of a–”
“Semantics, Kaitlyn!” You begin to pull your wrist out of her grip so you can walk away, but stop when she softly calls your name.
“I just wanted to help you face your fear. I thought it might help if I was here with you. You’re always there for me, when I need you the most. I just thought…maybe this is something I could do for you.”
The annoyance drains out of you. You sit back down, propping one knee up beside you so that you can face her, and take both of her hands in yours gazing directly into her eyes. “Ok,” you breathe.
Your response has shocked her into near silence. “Ok??” she finally manages.
You take a deep breath and nod, lightly squeezing her hands. “Honestly, the only way I stand a chance of making it through this is if you’re here with me.”
She rests her forehead against yours with a gentle smile. “Do you have any idea how in love with you I am?”
Before you can respond her lips are on yours, working insistently. Your lips part, and her tongue enters your mouth, warm and wet and softly stroking yours. The warmth blossoming in your chest magnifies when she moans your name, and your lips travel down her jaw to suckle at the skin beneath her ear. She is putty in your hands as you reach for one of hers, your digits intertwining seamlessly. With your free hand, you sneak your fingers beneath her shirt, gripping the warm skin of her back. Slowly you lay her back along the couch.
“FREEZE!” She yelps. You pull back, looking her in the eye. “Nice try, lady,” she says with a smirk. “You’re not distracting me from this.”
Your shoulders drop in defeat as you pull your hands away from her. But you smile when you look up at her. “Can’t blame a girl for trying!” you reply cheekily.
“Yeah ok.” she sits up and grabs the blanket from where it’s fallen on the floor. She pulls it over your laps, as you tuck your feet beneath you and lean into her shoulder. Her arm drops around you, and she kisses the top of your head. “You ready?”
You reach out to grab her hand, squeezing it tightly. “Let’s do this.” You grab the remote from its place on the arm of the couch, and press Play…
Yeah, so I’ve determined its actually harder to write Kaitlyn than I thought! She’s like this bright, happy, playful girl…and apparently I only channel serious, dark and brooding. This is going to take some practice. :-/
Okay I think there’s something I should make crystal clear:
DO NOT BOYCOTT SPIRIT OF JUSTICE SALES JUST BECAUSE THE LOCALISATION OF DAI GYAKUTEN SAIBAN IS WITHELD FOR NOW
DGS is a spinoff game, while SoJ is the part of the main series! Do you think Capcom will understand what you have in mind if you refuse to buy the next game for that kind of childlish reason?! They will just think people lost interest in the series as a whole, and we will be able to kiss DGS’s localisation on goodbye and never see it again. SoJ is already getting some negative backlash in the Amazon ratings due to the ending. I am fully spoiled with the game, and all I can say is… please, please guys. Buy the game and play it, and then do whatever you want. You can tell others it’s horrible, you can keep complaining that you’d rather DGS was localised first, but don’t just jump into wild conclusions and decide not to support the Ace Attorney series anymore.
I have no idea who thought it was a good idea, but I hope people who read it take my advice and think before they damage the series’ reputation.
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