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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 14:40:46 GMT -5
"You're a good person, Script. A good friend," he said, reaching out to brush his fingers against hers.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 14:45:03 GMT -5
She clasped his hand in his, intertwining their fingers. "I'm not that good of a friend, Skittery. Friends don't throw themselves on a guy who doesn't want them."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 14:46:33 GMT -5
She obviously hadn't been listening to him. "I gotta go have a smoke," he uttered, breaking away from her.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 14:49:57 GMT -5
She stared at him, only nodding, her eyes welling up before she could stop it. "O-okay..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 20:10:52 GMT -5
He rushed outside, basically slamming the door open and cursing himself for forgetting to grab his coat. He fished a cigarette out of his pocket, striking a match on the wall and lighting it.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 20:17:13 GMT -5
Script moved to sit on the couch, holding her head in her hands. She felt stupid, completely stupid. Skittery made that empty, pathetic feeling she'd been carrying disappear when she was with him. It always came crashing back as soon as she was alone, so she wanted to be around him as much as possible.
And now she was afraid she'd ruined it altogether.
She took a minute to get herself together, then went outside after him, hugging her arms around herself when the cold air hit her.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 20:30:43 GMT -5
Skittery glanced over at her, taking another drag of his cigarette. He got a spare one out of his pocket, holding it. "Want it?"
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 20:32:44 GMT -5
She took it with a nod. "Thanks" She let him light it for her, then took a long drag, letting out the smoke slowly. They stood out in the cold, quiet for several moments.
"I'm sorry if I made you mad."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 20:40:06 GMT -5
Skittery shrugged, a half-smile on his lips. "Don't worry about it," he said, letting out a soft chuckle.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 20:41:17 GMT -5
She glanced over at him and smiled. She liked the way he laughed. She let out a shiver, but it might not have been just from the cold.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 20:45:17 GMT -5
He took one last drag of his cigarette then threw it on the ground, stomping it out. "Fuck, it's cold out here," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 20:46:57 GMT -5
She nodded, taking another puff or two before getting rid of her own cigarette. "Wanna go back inside? We--we don't have to hang out anymore tonight or anything...if you don't want to..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 20:49:21 GMT -5
"Y'know, I was thinking... I could really go for a brownie right now..." he said, looking down at her, his brow furrowed.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 20:50:43 GMT -5
She looked up at him sharply, blinking, surprised. "I--" she cleared her throat, making her voice calm again, pushing her hair out of her eyes. "I don't think there are any."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 20:54:25 GMT -5
"Good thing I'm friends with someone who can make them..." he raised one eyebrow, as if challenging her.
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