|
|
Post by reena on Oct 4, 2011 18:13:52 GMT -5
A mere three days back at the academy, and Reena was already out on the front lawn practicing her soccer skills. She was determined to keep her place as a forward on the schools girl soccer team and would fight to keep it, even if it meant practicing more than ever. Soccer was one of Reena’s many passions, though swimming, dancing, and riding Valiant always seemed to be right there with it. She was dressed in a blue Puma mesh soccer tank top, a pair of soccer shorts, and green and black soccer cleats. As usual she wore her fleur de lis necklace and her hair was up in a high ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. For once, Reena was wearing perfume, though it was hours old you could still smell it if you got close enough to her. She had no idea why she had even used the perfume in the first place, especially when she was going to be going out to play soccer eventually, but she did and now she could still smell the sweet scent. Her soccer ball was a Celtics soccer ball, that Branna had gotten her to practice with. Reena’s favorite team would always be France, but she did love the Celtic team also seeing as she practically grew up between France and Ireland with Tristan.
As soon as the young French princess reached the green grass where she could happily practice her soccer skills, Reena dropped her ball and started her normal pre-practice exercises. After finishing her exercises and stretches, Reena started working with her ball by bouncing it off one leg to another. Getting her head in the game had never been hard for Reena, she loved playing almost any sport and always threw her whole self into it. She didn’t think she could do anything with only half of herself, it just didn’t seem right. Another reason Reena really wanted to practice more, was because Tristan always seemed to find his way on her mind. She didn’t know why or how, but if she wasn’t concentrated on something she thought of him. How he looked, where he was, what he was doing, and many other things found their way onto her mind, especially after that one night at her home when the storm raged outside and he held her through the worst of it. She still found herself thinking about it, and completely missed the ball that she had meant to kick.
Giving a frustrated growl, Reena ran her hands through her pony tail and glared at the ball as if it was it’s fault that she was thinking of her best friend more and more than keeping her mind on practice. “Stupid ball.” She grumbled before kicking it in a make shift goal. Reena started dribbling the ball back forth between her feet up and down the field. She had been able to keep the Irish prince out of her mind for a short amount of time finally, after trying extra hard to keep her focus on controlling the ball and making sure that no one could take it from her as if she were in a real game. Kicking the ball hard, Reena once again made another goal though she had no idea if it would have made it seeing as there was no goalie there to practice with her.
WORDCOUNT:: five six four (564)
MUSICPLAYING:: I Won't Say I'm In Love by Disney
CURRENTMOOD:: Excited!
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Tristan<3
CHARACTEROUTFIT:: click!
AUTHORSNOTES:: hope it's okay!
[/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by kittenwhiskers2 on Oct 6, 2011 16:32:27 GMT -5
When Tristan first saw Reena practising her soccer he considered moving on and leaving her to it. After what Aniela had told him he had been concerned about how he would act around her now. Now that I know she doesn’t like me back he thought sadly to himself as he walked over to her. ”Yes its clearly the balls fault. Must be part of some evil plot my sister came up with to get you thrown off the team.” Tristan joked as he watched her insult the ball. It was something they had in common when things didn’t go as planned. It was never ever their own fault, it was something else’s.
He was still trying to move on from the idea of a possible romance with Reena. He had been told directly by Aniela that she wasn’t interested and since he didn’t even know Aniela Tristan saw no reason for her to have lied to him. He hadn’t rated his chances very highly in the first place and so he found it easy to believe that Reena only liked him as a friend. ”Knowing you you’ll be out here for an extra three hours now that you missed it once.” Tristan observed with a grin. He knew Reena was competitive and that making a mistake was unforgivable. It’d take her hours before she felt she had atoned for it and could move on.
Why is she never wearing boring old clothes when I see her? he asked himself. Last time it had been a bathing suit and this time it had was sports gear. Not helping with the whole moving on thing Tristan said to himself. ”I didn’t think you even needed to practise. Aren’t you so scary in a game that all the other girls just turn and run away?” he joked again. Teasing Reena was always a favourite game of his. It was also something he didn’t plan on giving up doing. Just friends or not he could still make fun of her when he wanted to.
”How are you now that you’re away from home?” he asked her curiously while sitting down on the grass. His clothes were bound to be ruined by the end of the week considering his outside nature. Between mud, grass stains and holes it was a surprise he had only clothes left. ”I’m glad I don’t have my parents telling me what to do anymore. Now I can fail the year in peace” he laughed. The problem however was serious. He had a lack of motivation so even though he was a smart guy he had barely passed his first year. His parents were worried but Tristan wasn’t. Tennis players don’t need a pass in science he reassured himself as he watched Reena score a goal and smiled.
|
|
|
|
Post by reena on Oct 11, 2011 13:11:21 GMT -5
Having been so into her practice, Reena hadn't been able to tell who was talking to her, so she simply ignored the voice. It sounded familiar, but seeing as she was practicing she didn't think much else other than scoring the ball. Reena finally stopped once she realized Tristan was the one who was talking to her. Blushing lightly, then mentally kicking herself for blushing, Reena walked over to him and gave him a smirk. "Well, I could still take you in a game." Reena was very competitive, and even though she knew that Tristan was right, she didn't like it being pointed out.
Wiping sweat off her brow, Reena picked her soccer ball up and placed it in the crook of her side while resting it on her hip. Giving a half attempted glare, Reena gave a huff. "As they should." Reena didn't care if people were afraid of her, she was aggressive in a game and she knew it. She didn't think twice of giving all she had in a game.
Shrugging her shoulders, Reena let the ball drop from her side and started dribbling it gentley in place though stopped to talk again. "Great, the palace gets too stuffy over the summer. Sure, I like going home and having the riding paths all to myself, and I love going to my little spot by the stream... but I hate how my parents are always breathing down my neck." Giving him a small grin, Reena decided to get her point across by imitating her mother. Taking a deep breath, Reena stood up ramrod straight and folded her hands in front of her. "Reena, stop acting like a little boy and put on that gorgeous dress I bought for you. Reena, go wash all that filthy mud off of yourself and do something with your hair, we have guests! Reena Vivienne, why can't you act like a girl for once?" She said in a high pitched, overly dramatic, imitation of her mother. "God, it's horrible to just listen to it all summer long. At least when your there she isn't as bad."
Reena knew that Tristan wasn't doing good in school, and she definitely didn't want him to fail. "Tris, maybe you should talk to Branna and see if she'll tutor you like she did for me last year. The only thing she can't help you in is pretty much just chemistry but Matvei could help you out there." Reena kicked the ball hard and watched as it soared into the goal. "My mother is also pushing for me to get better in my grades. She wants me to be a doctor, or lawyer... I may not get along with her, but I have no idea what I want to do anymore. I never really had an idea of what I wanted to do. Soccer would be fun, but I don't think it'd be as much fun. Acting would be fun, but I don't like getting all dressed up so that's out." Giving a small sigh, Reena started dribbling the ball again to keep from looking at Tristan like she wanted to. 'He's your friend, Reena. That's it! Just a friend!' The thought sent a small pang in her chest, but as usual she chose to ignore it instead of try and figure out why it did that everytime she thought of just being friends with Tristan.
WORDCOUNT:: five six nine (569)
MUSICPLAYING:: I Won't Say I'm In Love by Disney
CURRENTMOOD:: Excited!
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Tristan<3
CHARACTEROUTFIT:: click!
AUTHORSNOTES:: hope it's okay!
[/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by kittenwhiskers2 on Oct 12, 2011 14:28:52 GMT -5
Tristan laughed as Reena claimed to be able to beat him any time. ”Only because you’d refuse to speak to me if I did win” he teased her. It was true that Reena had in the past gotten very angry with Tristan if he won something. Then again the opposite was also true. Games normally ended with one of them mad at the other. ”I wonder whether beating you is worth that” Tristan pretended to consider it. He hated the few times he and Reena had been uncomfortable around each other. That was why he was trying so hard to act normal when secretly he wanted to either hug her tightly and hope he could change her mind about him or run away and be alone.
”Wow I swear she was right here. Promise to never do that again” Tristan shuddered. He had heard many times Reena’s mother’s dismay at having such an unladylike daughter. It was obvious that she wished Reena to be in love with fashion and other typical girly things. The very fact that she wasn’t however was one thing Tristan liked about her. He couldn’t stand shopping obsessed girly girls. He liked girls that were sportier, like Reena was. ”My parents try to get me to do things all the time. I spent most of my time outside of the castle away from them. It was much better like that. I spent more time with Branna and Aisling than I did with them” he told Reena.
Tristan’s failing grades were always being talked about by his parents. He thought it was because they didn’t want him to embarrass the family, he didn’t consider that they were acting for his benefit. ”Branna and Matvei make it all so boring, just memorizing useless facts. I’d rather have a real incentive to study. I don’t even think I need to really, I want to be a pro tennis player and I don’t need a degree in Physics to do that.” Tristan told Reena honestly. He was also very lazy and though aware of it didn’t make any attempt to change it. He saw it as his own form of prioritizing. Hanging out with friends came top, then tennis, then sleep and then schoolwork. It wasn’t the best system but it had worked for him so far.
Tristan did pick up on the fact that during their conversation Reena wasn’t looking at him. I guess she feels awkward that I keep hanging around her when she doesn’t like me in that way. he thought to himself as he watched her focus on the ball. ”If I’m interrupting your practice I can go. If you want me to” he offered while secretly hoping she’d ask him to stay. Even if all he could expect was to stay best friends he wanted that enough to fight through his own feelings. To struggle against the voices in his head telling him to go for it, to kiss her and hold her hand. The voices that, if they had their way, might ruin his friendship with her…
|
|
|
|
Post by reena on Oct 13, 2011 17:25:19 GMT -5
“And if I won you would do the same thing Tristan.” Reena stuck her tongue out at him playfully. Reena glared at him, though it quickly turned playfully. “Ha ha, very funny Tris.” Reena also hated when things were uncomfortable, especially when it was her and Tristan uncomfortable around each other. Being around each other so much, especially as children, they would fight quite a bit as they were both so competitive, though as they aged it went from petty name calling to just ignoring each other, which was even worse in Reena’s mind. She hated when Tristan ignored him, but she was too stubborn for her own good to usually apologize first. Usually the two called it truce, or chose to forget about it, and start talking to one another again. Of course, the uncomfortable awkwardness had not come from their inability to lose, this time it was because they were engaged without their choosing. Reena felt that she needed time to see if she loved Tristan as more than a friend, though being herself she had no idea how to decipher her feelings anyway. She also ignored the strange feelings that came about when Tristan came around because it was easier than looking into them and becoming scared with all the thoughts.
Laughing, Reena nodded her head and smiled up at him. “No problem, I somewhat scared myself there even. I guess when you hear it as often as I do it’s easier to imitate.” It was well known that Reena hated almost everything girly. She would wear dresses and skirts when she had to, but usually she was forced into it. “Yeah, usually when I’m home I stay away from everyone. Back when I didn’t get along with any of my siblings it was easier than listening to how I should be more like Marie, or that I should try and get along with my brothers…” A slight sadness came across Reena’s eyes as she thought about her oldest brother. She had gotten very close to him the beginning of her first year, though when he arranged for her marriage to Tristan she felt betrayed. Bentley knew better than anyone that Reena did not want an arranged marriage and that she wanted to find love on her own.
Thoughts of her family left as quickly as they came. “Still, I don’t think you’d set a good example for your fans by flunking out of high school just because you didn’t want to do the work. Even life out of royalty, you still have to set an example… or something like that. That’s what Beau said anyway.” she said with a small shrug and fixed her pony-tail that was starting to fall out. Her long hair that had once been to her waist now only came to between her shoulders and her elbow, but it was still a large amount of hair to put in a pony-tail, so she moved it higher on her head and made it tighter so it wouldn’t be so easy to fall out. “And really, maybe you could do Tennis for a few years and then be an athletic trainer. Just suggesting things though.” She said with another smile and fixed her necklace that had gotten tangled while she played.
“No!” She said quickly. “I mean… you’re not interrupting.” She said more slowly, feeling slightly embarrassed that she had said “no” so quickly. ‘What is with you?’ She thought to herself before kicking the ball over to Tristan. “Mind helping me at the very least? I could use someone trying to steal the ball from me. I promise I won’t get too angry if you actually succeed in doing it.” She watched him and waited to see if he would accept her challenge or not.
WORDCOUNT:: six three two (632)
MUSICPLAYING:: I Won't Say I'm In Love by Disney
CURRENTMOOD:: Excited!
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Tristan<3
CHARACTEROUTFIT:: click!
AUTHORSNOTES:: hope it's okay!
[/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by kittenwhiskers2 on Oct 16, 2011 7:55:16 GMT -5
Tristan wondered why anyone would tell Reena to be more like Marie. Marie had been going through a tough time recently after her break up after all and so to be more like Marie at that time wasn’t a good idea. ”I don’t know why you should be more like Marie. Your mums just scared that she’ll never get grandchildren from you. In her head you’d have to wear pretty clothes and care about fashion to get a guy” Tristan told her. He knew he got on so well with Reena because they had the same opinion of fashion. No opinion. Tristan always felt like his sisters were speaking in a different language when they discussed clothes. It would be easier for him to suddenly speak Spanish then talk about what top suits what skirt.
Tristan rolled his eyes as she talked about setting an example. ”I am setting an example. Royals can be screw ups just like everyone else. It’s not fair that people think royal families are these perfect people when we’re not. I’m breaking a few bad beliefs. If that means I don’t do my homework and get to spend time outside playing sports then it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.” He told her jokily. He wasn’t planning on taking school any more seriously than necessary. To Tristan if something was boring it wasn’t worth doing. That was why tennis suited him so much. It was fast paced and there was no standing around waiting for something to happen.
Her athletic trainer idea was tempting as a fall back for Tristan. The only problem would be if the people he was teaching didn’t listen to him. He imagined getting frustrated quite easily by that and giving up. ”Don’t you need patience to be a teacher? I’m not so great with that” Tristan said as Reena fixed her hair. He didn’t have a hair style himself, it was more a case of flattening it in the morning then letting it go wild. He did however notice he spent slightly more time on his looks if he knew he’d be seeing Reena that day. He tried not to think about that too much though. It made him feel desperate.
”Wow I must be very entertaining” Tristan said a little shocked. Her sudden no was very firm and he felt that it had to mean something. Stupid mixed messages he thought to himself. Had Aniela not told him otherwise he would take that as a positive sign about her feelings. I’ve already decided that she has to come to me this time. If she does actually like me that is. What do most people do to see if someone likes them? Tristan asked himself. If it was a cheesy TV show he’d just pretend to date someone else to get her jealous. Is it bad that that sounds like a good idea? he wondered. ”I suppose I should show you how the pro’s do it” Tristan considered teasingly as he balanced the ball on his foot. ”I figured you’d rather I not be here though. After what Aniela told me you said” he absent-mindedly told her.
|
|
|
|
Post by reena on Oct 23, 2011 18:50:48 GMT -5
 “Don’t ask me, I have no idea. I love Marie, but I really don’t want to be like her.” She said with a shrug and blushed at the word “grandchildren”, mainly because at the moment she was engaged to him and she was only fourteen after all. “Yeah, well I’m perfectly happy in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Dress, skirts, and heels don’t allow you to run and if you rip them it’s like the end of the world or something.” Reena of course, did occasionally wear dresses, skirts, and heels but only when she was forced to and didn’t want to face her fathers wrath which was sometimes even worse than her mother’s, who tended to act like Aubrey especially when angered.
Shrugging her shoulders again, Reena smiled and rolled her eyes playfully. “Of course we can be screw ups, look at my cousin. She‘s an embarrassment to my entire family with all her rude comments and mean personality. Seriously, if she‘s ever queen she‘s going to have no allies and everyone is going to declare war on her in a second,” she started with a little laugh, “but anyway, people just tend to put more pressure on us because we do come from families with power and we are supposed to be examples for our countries. Of course, I don‘t really care about all of that but still I think passing high school at least will satisfy your family.” Reena realized she sounded too serious and quickly turned playful again. “Well, I guess if you flunk out of school I’ll just have to get a new best friend to keep me company and tease mercilessly tease and have stupid competitions with.” Tennis wasn’t one of Reena’s best games, a reason why she never really even chanced playing Tristan. She had wanted to at least try and learn how to be a better player, but she didn’t know if she wanted to go to Tristan and ask him to help her. She didn’t ask for help very well, in fact she was very horrid at it, though then again she didn’t know who else to go to. She decided to ponder more on it later when she was done with soccer.
“You’re just telling them how to prevent injuries during games and how to not get sick during season. I don’t think that’d take too much patience…unless they’re idiots and don’t listen. Then you could probably yell at them if you wanted to. Since they didn’t listen to you in the first place.” She said with a laugh. Reena really only wore her hair up when she was playing a sport or when she was forced to have it in a fancy up-do to make her mother happy for an event, ball, or whatever she had to go to with her family.
Blushing once again, Reena just watched him silently of course, when he mentioned Aniela, she became very interested. “What do you mean? Who’s Aniela? I’ve never talked to an Aniela… What did she tell you I said?” Reena went from playful and fun to furious and annoyed the more questions she asked him. She had no idea who this Aniela was and why she was telling Tristan about Reena, but she knew that she had never talked to Aniela and especially not about Tristan. The only people she had ever talked to about Tristan were Aisling, Branna, Marie, Julianna, Matvei, and Beau.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Tag: Tristan<3
[/b] Word Count:[/color] five hundred and seventy-sevenOutfit: click[/b][/i] Notes:[/i] sorry it took so long! ): Credits: Lyrics: Pink
Template: Liz! [/i][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/size] |
|
|
|
Post by kittenwhiskers2 on Oct 27, 2011 18:33:47 GMT -5
Though Tristan laughed at Reena’s comment about her replacing him he did wonder how he would feel if she did. He couldn’t discount the possibility that she might one day get in a relationship and devote her time to them instead of him. Just look on the bright side. He’d be one more person to prank Tristan thought rather cheerlessly. ”Oh please, we both know I’m irreplaceable. I’m one of a kind. Don’t you even try making a joke about how that’s a good thing either” he laughed. He knew he had left himself open for that one. He knew to expect witty remarks from Reena.
”You see the yelling part I couldn’t do either. I’m not exactly 6ft tall with massive muscles, intimidation is not my thing” Tristan shrugged. Although he did lots of exercise Tristan wasn’t exactly a bodybuilder, his diet probably had a lot to do with that. Living off pizza isn’t the best way to get in shape he admitted to himself. ”I’ll think of something fun to do. Anyway this is only the emergency plan, I doubt I’ll need it” he shrugged dismissively. He had his mind set and he didn’t see how he could fail.
Reena’s sudden anger made Tristan suddenly realize that he was in major trouble. He would either leave Reena incredibly frustrated with him or totally embarrassed. If I tell her the truth she’ll know that her not liking me would bother me. If I lie she won’t believe me and will get angrier he thought quickly. ”Erm... Nothing really actually. Just some stuff about us, no big deal. Want to keep playing?” he tried to change the subject. He doubted it would work though. ”Please don’t make me talk about it” he begged a little. He was desperate to not make things awkward, they had barely left that stage.
Note to self, be less trusting Tristan told himself.
|
|
|
|
Post by reena on Oct 29, 2011 18:08:48 GMT -5
Reena knew that she would probably never be able to replace Tristan, not with anyone. No one knew her as well as he did, and she just couldn’t see her spending the majority of her free time with anyone else. Thanks to Bentley, she wouldn’t have any guys knocking down her door to ask her out so dating anyone was really out of the question, though really she didn’t even know what guy would be worth it. No guy, other than Tristan and boys whom she could never see as anything more than big brothers or close friends, could make Reena laugh, have fun, and let loose. She hardly even talked emotionally with Tristan, let along any other guy. “Sure Tristan, whatever you say.”
“True, but apparently some people see Aubrey as intimidating and she’s a skinny little whiney blonde Barbie doll. Seriously, I don’t see it but hey if she can intimidate people, you probably could too. Though…then again she is a heartless cow so maybe that’s why people are scared of her.” It was well known that Reena and Aubrey hated each other, blood or not, they couldn’t stand each other. In fact, Reena would probably be the first person to sign up and or create a “I hate Aubrey” club. “At least you have an idea of what you want to do though. I have absolutely no idea.” She said with a sigh, her parents had actually been getting on her case about that. Thankfully, she was able to ignore their phone calls, e-mails, letters, and video chats thanks to the time difference and all her sports practices.
Her normally pale face started to take on a slightly purple color, letting Tristan know she was not joking around. One thing Reena hated more than dressing up was having people get into her life and trying to toy with it. The exact reason she was in an arranged marriage with her best friend, whom she had no idea what kind of feelings she had for him still, and she was not talking to her brother at all because of him making the arrangement. “Que voulait-elle dire? Elle n’a pas le droit de parler de nous! Qu-est-ce?!” She almost screamed while throwing the ball away from herself and Tristan. “Non! Tu me dis en ce moment Tristan!” Attempting to calm down, and sorely losing the battle, Reena tried mentally counting to ten though she didn’t even make it to four. “Tristan, seriously. What did she say? You know I hate people talking about me when they have never even talked to me before, and you know I hate people knowing my personal business so that should have been you’re first clue that whatever it was, wasn’t true. I don’t tell anyone anything, not unless it’s Branna, Ais, Julianna, Matvei, and on occasion Marie. Jesus, I mean I go to you and Beau before I even go to them sometimes!” She said almost crying in frustration. Running a hand over her face, Reena decided she needed to leave Tristan before she just got even more angered. "Never mind, just save it. I'm leaving." She said before grabbing her ball and promptly stormed away from the front lawn and to the school to hopefully find a way to take her frustrations out without hitting anyone, though if she ran into this Aniela girl she'd be more than happy to hit her.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Tag: Tristan<3
[/b] Word Count:[/color] Five hundred and seventyOutfit: click[/b][/i] Notes:[/i] hehehe Credits: Lyrics: Pink
Template: Liz! [/i][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/size] |
|
