“Hey, do you wanna come over? I’m at my place,”
"Where's that?" she asked, standing up from the couch.
Cooper gave her his address willingly. “It’s an apartment building, I live on the second floor,”
"I'll be there soon," Fleur promised. She thanked Neil again, put on her thin coat, and left, keeping Cooper on the phone all the while. "I'm going to need directions as best you can until I'm close," she said, immediately shivering when she stepped out into the cold.
Now I’m curious and confused.
“Right! From Dads house it’s left out the driveway and then the first right into town,”
(About what?)
"O-Okay," Fleur replied, her teeth beginning to chatter as she turned as instructed.
(Camie cried in a corner with red bumps on her arms because she hates herself and gets really mad sometimes and yeah…)
(What? What happened?)
(…)
(I’ve read it at least 5 times and I still don’t get it. What did you do?)
(I… may or may not… have scratched the crap out of my left forearm yesterday night because I was triggered at myself and now its red and has bumps and I don't want to tell my parents)
(It was a lot of work to read that and make it English. But yeah. I’m sorry)
(Camie cried in a corner with red bumps on her arms because she hates herself and gets really mad sometimes and yeah…)
(What? What happened?)
(…)
(I’ve read it at least 5 times and I still don’t get it. What did you do?)
(I… may or may not… have scratched the crap out of my left forearm yesterday night because I was triggered at myself and now its red and has bumps and I don't want to tell my parents)
(It was a lot of work to read that and make it English. But yeah. I’m sorry)
(Not your fault. It's mine.)
(Is jumping around in excitement despite the cramps)
(Cause I have this one version of this Christmas song I really like and I thought I lost it, but I just found it and now I'm super happy! Also you're here now!)
(I know! I WILL NEVER LOSE IT AGAIN! THAT WAS TOO MUCH PAIN MAN!)
(Ummm, I don't know. Also it's Carol of the Bells AKA Ukrainian Bell Carol.)
(If my mom doesn’t stop making me clean things at almost 11PM I swear to God I’m going to kill my self or someone around me)
It was almost a dance, a very fast, very sloppy dance.
It’s fine, he preferred it this way. It was up to her how far she wanted to take this.
Lillian was willing to go however far Darren was. It had been a long time since they had last done something like this.
It had been awhile and he was pretty sure he had his confidence back, maybe they’d have to slow down at some point but also maybe it would be better to keep this pace.
Lillian didn't want to slow down. With the amount of anger she had been holding back she could go at this pace for a long time.
(These cramps SUCK!)
(Sorry :( put some heat on it.)
(I have the biggest heat maker I know on it. My laptop.)
Okay, fine then. Darren’s fingers played with the bottom of Lillian’s shirt mindlessly.
(But soon that'll go………. Ugh.)
(Why will it go? Are you leaving me?)
