forum Cliché Roleplay [Closed]

Started March 06, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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(… what the hell, Ward?!?! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!)

(Hydra?)

(Y E S. LIKE, YOU MORON. I’M STILL ON S1 THO)

(Lol. Yeah, he sucks.)

(And I shipped him with Skye -.-)

(… what the hell, Ward?!?! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!)

(Hydra?)

(Y E S. LIKE, YOU MORON. I’M STILL ON S1 THO)

(Lol. Yeah, he sucks.)

(And I shipped him with Skye -.-)

(Omgosh, same!)

"Kenzie, you have to eat," Hunter said, a little more sternly than he wanted to. "I understand that you're devastated. You should be. But that doesn't mean you stop eating. A few bites are enough, too. At least eat something."

Kenzie's head snapped up as Hunter's voice dragged her out of her thoughts. She glanced down at her untouched food, then back up at her boyfriend. He looked concerned. She didn't want to worry him, he didn't need that. Maybe she would ask him to take her home when they were finished eating. That way she wouldn't bother him with her problems.

She sighed, then bit her lip and nodded, picking up her fork.

"After we finish eating, there's a place I want to take you," Hunter said as he took a bite.

"Oh… Okay… I was, um, going to ask if you would take me back to my place, but that– that works, too," Kenzie stuttered quietly, keeping her eyes on her food. Surprisingly, she had actually almost finished it all.

"Not letting you off on your own," Hunter replied, taking a gulp of water. "I'm not stupid. I know you think you're bothering me. I can see that. It's written all over your face."

Kenzie's cheeks grew hot, and she continued to stare down at her nearly-empty plate. Hunter seemed to always know what she was thinking, and right now she wasn't sure whether she was grateful for that or not.

"You're sure?" she asked softly, finally looking up at him.

"Of course I'm sure, you dolt," Hunter glared at her. "You're my girlfriend. I care about you. I love you, for God's sake. Why do you think I'll leave you alone when you need me?"

(Ah, it's okay. I'm at school anyway.)

"I just– I just feel like I'm being a burden. Like, last night was fun, but then I got that stupid call and now I'm just having a pity party. I mean, seriously. Your mom died, too, and all I'm thinking about is myself," Kenzie replied. When she'd finished speaking, she bit her lip and looked away.

"You have the right to," Hunter said with a glare. "My mother died eight years ago. I had eight years to get over it and move on. Your mother died yesterday. It's fresh. It's new. I'd be surprised if you weren't like this."

(Okay, I'm back.)

"I'm sorry," Kenzie whispered, still not facing Hunter. "I shouldn't have brought that up." She glanced up, finally, and looked him in the eye. "I don't want to be sad, though, but I just… I don't know… I can't stop thinking about her…" As she trailed off, her eyes drifted downwards so that she was once again staring at her plate. Tears welled in her eyes, making everything blurry.

Hunter sighed.
"It's only natural," he said. "You lost your mother. Your mother. No one would be happy if they were in your shoes. Mourn for her, but not for too long. You need to keep on moving. Not just for yourself, but for your mother as well. For your fathers. For me."

Kenzie nodded, then wiped the tears from her eyes and looked back up at Hunter.

"I, um… I think, right now, I just– I need a hug…" she mumbled.

Hunter stood up and walked towards Kenzie, grabbing her arm and pulling her into him.
"I'll give you whatever you need," Hunter murmured. "As long as it makes you happy."

Kenzie let out a shuddering breath and sank into Hunter's arms.

"Thanks," she whispered, wrapping her own arms around him.

"Don't mention it," Hunter kissed the top of her head softly.

After a while, Kenzie pulled back enough to look up at him. Her eyes were still sad, but they'd regained a bit of the life they'd lost earlier in the morning.

"Do you want to take me to that place, now?" she asked quietly. "I'm done eating."

"Right, I almost forgot," Hunter smiled. "You wanna change, or…?"

"Yes, I want to change," Kenzie replied, rolling her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere in this." She gestured to her sweatpants and t-shirt.

"Right, of course not," Hunter grinned. "I need to change, too."

Kenzie gave him a small smile back, then pulled out of his arms.

"Okay. So then let's change, and you can bring me wherever it is you want to take me?"

Hunter nodded, then walked back to his room to change. He settled for a button-up shirt and jeans and took a seat on the sofa in the living room, waiting for Kenzie.

Kenzie changed into a black tank top, jeans, and a gray-and-white striped sweatshirt then looked in the mirror. She cringed when she saw the marks on her neck. Those would have to be covered up, it would just be awkward to have them showing in public. She shook her head and grabbed her makeup, using it to cover them.

When she was satisfied with how she looked, she walked out to the living room, where she saw Hunter sitting on the sofa. She gave him a small, somewhat sad smile, and asked, "You ready?"

(Her outfit: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1d/8b/6c/1d8b6c5c112ec09a39bd861147df38e8.jpg )

Hunter nodded and stood up.
"Yup," he responded. "Let's go."
He grabbed his keys and proceeded to walk towards the door.

Kenzie silently followed Hunter out the door and to his car. Her mind drifted from memory to memory of her mom. The days they'd spent just lounging around before she was married, the times they'd go shopping for absolutely no reason, her mom's wedding day when Kenzie had to work hard to hold back tears.

(She didn't want her mother to remarry?)

The car ride was quiet. Hunter tried to think of what to say and Kenzie just kept to herself. Hunter hoped the place he was going to would cheer up Kenzie, but he also knew that she had to stop running away from her problem.
"I know I keep repeating this," Hunter started. "But you really need to visit your father. Both of them."

(No, they were happy tears. And it wasn't actually remarrying, just marrying. Her mom wasn't married to her dad.)

Kenzie sighed, tearing her gaze from the window to look at Hunter.

"Jacob isn't my father. He just tried to be," she said, somewhat bitterly. She shook her head and looked back out the window before whispering, "But I know I have to see them."