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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 22, 2008 4:09:14 GMT
"Well what do you call it?" she asks before frowning slightly. "We can change that if you wish." Shell adds giving him a faint wink.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 22, 2008 4:13:38 GMT
"I... don't know." I shrug, then laugh slightly and kiss the edge of her mouth briefly. "Very subtle."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 22, 2008 4:16:04 GMT
Shell rolls her eyes before laughing as well. "Thank you." she says still smiling at him, as if waiting for an answer.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 22, 2008 4:24:53 GMT
But then, you are a whore.
The stray thought slips out before I can stop it, making me wince. In any other company it wouldn't be a problem since I'd never, ever say it and really don't mean it... but I don't have to say it for Shelby to hear it, so I just pray she didn't anyway.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 22, 2008 4:30:47 GMT
Shell looks up at him before slapping him across the face. "I hate you... why do I even bother to. I'm not even gonna explain why I'm even trying to make this work. Because I love you... "Seeing as I'm a whore." she mutters, feeling the tears fall down her cheeks again and sitting on the couch.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 22, 2008 4:36:22 GMT
Fuck, fuck, fuck... I deserved that. Or at least my subconscious did.
I shake my head, pretty sure there's nothing I can really say to take that back, and thinking I should probably go stand over by the wall, arms crossed, and hammer my head back to hopefully kill whatever brain cells conjured up those words.
"I don't know, Shell," I say finally when I've done this. "I'm an idiot. A paranoid, cynical, untrusting idiot and I really don't know why you're even here."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 22, 2008 4:42:48 GMT
You're damn right you deserved that...
She glances over at him as she listened to what he said. Laughing a little bit before biting her lip slightly. "You're right. You're a paranoid, cynical untrusting idiot." she says getting up and walking over to him. "Because... I. I um." she says leaning forward and kissing him right on the lips before pulling just as quickly. "I love you. There I said it. I love you Fitzy Patricks, whether you like it or not."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 22, 2008 4:49:46 GMT
And I have no response to that.
All I can do is stare at her sideways, eventually crinkling my forehead in a slight frown.
I don't even know where to start with that, to even begin to have anything to say. I think I might have... almost a fear of that word. It's a very weird, foreign word that as far as I recall I've only ever heard once in my life, from Lilith, at which I sharply told her to shut up. This time, at least, I'm actually bothering to try and comprehend the meaning, but I'm still not sure I can.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 22, 2008 4:53:38 GMT
And this is why I never said anything... I knew this was gonna happen. No wonder I'm going crazy.
Shell sighs and shakes her head, but somehow a smile was still on her lips. "I-It's fine... I un-understand..." she lies before laying down on the couch and looking off into the distance before curling up into a ball as if she trying to hide and make this all go away and that she didn't say what she just said.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 22, 2008 5:00:07 GMT
"You understand what?" I ask blankly, still frowning at her in that 'are you really growing two heads or is it just me?' way. "That that is quite possibly the weirdest thing you could ever say to me, and if you really ever want to shut me up you just have to say it again?" I shift my shoulders uncomfortably, looking at the floor.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 22, 2008 5:01:52 GMT
"I understand that you don't feel the same..." she says glancing over at him before letting out a deep sigh. "See? I knew I should have just kept it to myself but no I'm stupid who decides that you would understand love but I guess not. You act as if no one has ever loved you..."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 22, 2008 5:15:15 GMT
"Well, they've certainly never been nuts enough to say it," I mutter, twitching my shoulders again. "So that way, at least I didn't know. But who the hell said I didn't feel the same? As soon as I figure out what that means, what 'he same' is, I'll let you know. But you can't go springing weird, strange words and concepts like that and expect me to...." I just shake my head at this point, not sure if I'm making any sense.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 22, 2008 5:17:11 GMT
Shell sits up, her curls falling all over the place. "Wait. Are you saying that you do feel the same or you're not sure if you do or... I'm just getting a headache. I'm so stupid." she sighs before mentally kicking herself.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 22, 2008 5:27:36 GMT
"I'm saying...." I close my eyes briefly, shaking my head while I try to sort it out. "I'm saying... that I don't really know if I feel the same, because I don't know what it means, what it's supposed to feel like, when someone says that. So as soon as I figure that out... I'll let you know."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 22, 2008 5:29:55 GMT
"Well how do you feel about me Fitzy? Every detail. Like what do you feel when you see me on your doorstep, when I kiss you, when we just talk or anything thing like that." she asks biting her lip still as she stared at him as well.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 22, 2008 5:42:07 GMT
Like I really don't want to ever discuss this sort of thing? I think in a childish sort of smart aleck reflex, eying her sideways again. Then I shrug, actually focusing... and find that I'm not sure I can put that sort of thing into words anyway.
"I don't always trust you, obviously..." I say anyway after a moment. "Because, let's face it, you are kind of a whore and I know I'm not the only one you're kissing because that's just how you are. But I definitely care about you, as much as you can about someone you don't trust, and if... anything happened to you, I'd be... bothered. Upset. More so than when Arden or Jake died."
And that's the best I can do, so make of it what you will.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 22, 2008 5:45:13 GMT
Shell purses her lips to the side before biting her lip, trying to see if he understand love or if he really cared about her. Standing up and walking over to him she glances up at him before wrapping her arms around his neck. "Don't ever call me a whore again." she says softly before hugging him lightly.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 22, 2008 5:48:50 GMT
"Right...." I say softly, nodding... a little bit hesitant to hug her back because I still have no idea what's going on.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 22, 2008 5:56:01 GMT
She glances up at him before sighing lightly. "Should I leave?" she asks biting her lip lightly while still having her arms around him.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 22, 2008 15:28:02 GMT
"Only if you want to," I shrug. I'm still quite confused, weirded out, etcetera... but I don't necessarily want her to leave.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 22, 2008 20:41:12 GMT
"No, I asked if you wanted me to." she says again before leaning her head on his chest. She didn't want to leave, but this was getting more and more awkward by the minute. Shell said that she loved him and he practically had a panic attack, in his mind at least.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 23, 2008 4:21:31 GMT
"You asked if you should, actually, which isn't quite the same thing," I correct her, raising my eyebrows. I'm not really sure how or when, but my hands have found their way to her shoulders now, holding her loosely where she is.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 23, 2008 4:26:14 GMT
"Well do you want me to leave or not then?" she asks before frowning a bit more, before snuggling a bit more closer to him as she glanced out the window. "Unless you really want to send me out in that cold and darkness." Shell says noticing it was getting late.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 23, 2008 4:29:53 GMT
"Well, do you have to be going?" I ask, also glancing toward the window where one of my makeshift 'curtains' has torn, letting in light. Or in this case, a view of the darkness outside. "Because if not... no, I don't want you to leave."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 23, 2008 4:36:39 GMT
"Like I said earlier, Jenny's watching the little ones." she says before glancing up at him. "Then I won't leave. Does this mean I'm staying the night then?" Shell asks laughing a little bit before snuggling back into his chest.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 23, 2008 4:41:36 GMT
"I suppose...." I laugh slightly, perhaps a bit nervously. "If you're so afraid of the dark, and it kind of doesn't stop being dark until after night is over...."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 23, 2008 4:45:59 GMT
"Well, I just don't like going out at night is all." she says looking back up at him before kissing his cheek. "Scared of me staying the night with you?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 23, 2008 4:51:57 GMT
"Little... weird," I shrug, finally kissing her forehead like I've been thinking of doing for a couple minutes now. "But then, what isn't weird with you?"
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 23, 2008 4:55:54 GMT
"Should I take that as an insult?" she asks with a faint smile before closing her eyes when she felt him kiss her forehead. "I guess you never had someone stay then?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 23, 2008 15:40:06 GMT
"No, as usual." I roll my eyes faintly, then hesitate before answering her next question. "Well... Lacey did, occasionally, every couple of years after Jake died when she was having one of her crazy spells. That would be how the small one happened."
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