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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 13:20:13 GMT -5
"Of course I do, Skitts. I wouldn't be telling you so if I didn't." She tilted brushed her lips over his.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 13:48:50 GMT -5
"You've been through too much in the past few weeks, Script..." he pointed out. She wasn't thinking clearly.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 13:52:17 GMT -5
"Which is exactly why I need you, Skitts." She met his eyes, one hand on his cheek as she sat on his lap. "I just want to...feel normal again. The last couple of days have been a hundred times better than the last few weeks, and it's because of you."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 13:56:56 GMT -5
"I'm glad I could do that for you, I really am..." He just felt like he needed to get away from her. "I just -- I don't..."
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 13:59:23 GMT -5
She felt him stiffen and her face fell. She moved off his lap, moving away, turning her back to him so he wouldn't see her eyes well up. He didn't want her. No one would ever want her again.
Her voice was a tight whisper. "Forget it. Just forget I said anything."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 14:02:06 GMT -5
"No, Script," he said, standing up and moving to her. "God, I screwed this up," he muttered.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 14:02:54 GMT -5
She shook her head, but didn't look at him. "You didn't. You didn't, Skitts. I did. I'm an idiot."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 14:11:09 GMT -5
"No, you're not!" he assured her, leaning against the fireplace mantle, running the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 14:13:01 GMT -5
She glanced over at him, biting her lip. Her voice was quiet, "Why are you saying no to me, then, Skitts..?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 14:20:34 GMT -5
He let out a long sigh, wanting to just melt into the floor. "Because I think you would regret it."
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 14:23:07 GMT -5
She turned to face him, walking over to him slowly. "Why would regret it, Skittery? Why would you think that?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 14:24:57 GMT -5
"I...don't know. But in my mind you'd end up hating me, and I don't know if I could live with that." Geeze, he'd just the girl yesterday, but already he didn't really remember what his life had been like without her...
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 14:29:49 GMT -5
She touched her hands to his chest gently, looking up at him. "Skittery, I promise I won't hate you. I don't have anything to hate you for." She went up on her toes to kiss him softly, nudging her nose against his. "But I'm not gonna force you. If you won't want to, that's fine. We can just be friends -- just friends -- like before."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 14:32:00 GMT -5
Of course he didn't want to be just friends with her, but he was convinced that was what she really needed right now. So he nodded. "Yeah, I would like that."
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 14:35:19 GMT -5
She couldn't hide the look of hurt and rejection that passed across her face. She lowered her eyes, letting her hands drop away from his chest. "Oh. Okay."
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