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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 10, 2009 4:10:39 GMT
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 11, 2009 17:59:27 GMT
I practically leap to my feet when I hear the knock on the door, having been doing nothing of consequence except trying to avoid any room that Lacey’s in, and therefore delighting in the opportunity to do something else.
Her presence here for the last week and a half has been… mildly twitch-inducing, to say the least. Whether the twitchiness is caused just by her presence itself, because I’m not used to another adult sharing my living space, or by the unexpected gallantry on my part that brought her here in the first place, I don’t know. But there was really nothing for it, after I realized that I'd-be-a-little-bothered-if-she-died a bit more strongly than most people, but to ask her to move in. Not that I'm acknowledging that, of course - officially, she's just here platonically, for Mell's sake. I’m not giving her up, and it would just be needlessly cruel to keep Lacey from seeing her. It’s not like I can honestly argue that she’s a worse parent.
So in short, this is all just very strange and I’m trying to pretend that it’s not, even though I twitch every time that I walk past a room and she’s there. At least she seems to be happy now – and even a little more sane, when she’s around Mell. Who also seems a bit happier, perhaps because Lacey is inexplicably better at taking care of her. So now it’s just me that’s being weird, and not quite in tune with those around me – apparently to the point that I’ve lost touch with my paranoia, because all of a sudden I find that I’ve opened the door, quite without meaning to and without my usual caution. And I’m wondering if that was a terribly good move, considering who I find standing there.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 12, 2009 5:16:45 GMT
I raise an eyebrow at him slightly before just shaking my head at him. "H-hey ummm. Can I come in for a few? I sorta need someone who I can talk to with a mind preferably if that's okay?" I ask as I decide against my 'what if' questions that were traveling around in my mind at the moment. I walk a little closer to him as my arms and myself a few seconds later are wrapped around his torso or waist as my face was turned to the side. "Sorry, just been through a lot since you gave my heart back..." I say with a faint sigh passing through my lips as I felt my eyelids drift slowly close.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 12, 2009 20:39:03 GMT
“Ah….”
This is very eloquent of me, of course, but it’s a little alarming to have her more or less throw herself at me like that, and I’m not really sure what to do… other than the obvious. “Uh, yeah, sure, come in,” I mutter, glancing briefly over my shoulder as if Lacey will suddenly walk in and… what? Say something sarcastic to amuse herself?
“So what’s been going on then?” I ask, kind of hoping she moves back sometime soon.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 16, 2009 3:21:49 GMT
I glance up at him before sighing lightly. He doesn't love you Shelby, he probably doesn't even want to talk to you right now. "I was pregnant, lost the baby. I joined my quidditch team, Ashlyn moved out and in with her father and Jack wants nothing to do with me now that I told him why I broke up with him... because of you. But other than that, I'm okay." I say leaning back now as I sigh and tilt my head. "Can I still come in or not now?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 16, 2009 18:01:12 GMT
"... Busy week," I say eventually, raising my eyebrows, then shaking my head. "Of course you can come in." Even though I've no idea what I'm really supposed to do here.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 16, 2009 21:30:47 GMT
"Yeah just a bit..." I respond before nodding faintly at him. "So um. How have things been for you? Maybe your mind has changed about me perhaps?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 19, 2009 1:41:16 GMT
"Shell, no." I shake my head at her, sighing, because it's probably best that she gets that through her head as quickly and thoroughly as possible. "I'm sorry, I really am, but I don't think my mind is going to change anytime soon."
And as for how I am... I glance back toward the kitchen again but don't answer, wondering if she'll notice the sparser-than usual state of the living room, with the couch dragged into Melody's.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 19, 2009 1:50:45 GMT
I sigh lightly before looking around. "Something is different... where did the couch go? What's been going on then that I don't know about." I ask as I give him a weak smile. Why did I think he was going to change his mind. He never gave it a chance but still. I can't change his mind in anyway either. "So how's Melody?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 19, 2009 1:57:54 GMT
Ah, so she did notice then. I glance briefly over my shoulder again, just a twitchy reflex, then shrug. "There's... a fair bit different, actually. Lacey moved in, so she took the couch into Mell's room to sleep there. And Melody herself is... great." I cough slightly, not wanting to go into too much detail there until I find out what her reaction is to the first bit.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 19, 2009 2:02:44 GMT
"Lacey... you called her a slut and you choose her..." I say softly before glancing up at him. I'm pretty sure my face was red in the cheeks and my eyes were glaring right through him. Now that was just stupid in my mind. She leaves Melody here and I actually tried to take care of her as my own when Fitzy and I were ... were we ever anything? Anyway, still. This is just stupid. "Why her?" I ask almost yelling at this point.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 19, 2009 2:08:54 GMT
"I called you and Kyra sluts too," I point out before I can think about the fact that this is probably not the best thing to say. Then I shake my head. "Beside the point though, since it's all platonic anyway. She's here for our daughter, that's it." Whether I want it to be it or not.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 19, 2009 2:11:47 GMT
"So you're not in love with her or anything and whatever. I'm not a slut. What did I say about that." I say crossing my arms before deciding to sit on the floor as there was no other furniture.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 19, 2009 2:15:44 GMT
"And she's not either, anymore, and I swear I've stopped using that word for either of you," I say patiently, then raise my eyebrows and nod toward the corner. "There's an only-slightly-dusty chair somewhere in that direction, if you'd prefer."
And I seem to have conveniently managed not to have to reply to the 'love' comment, due to too many other things to answer. Brilliant, that.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 19, 2009 2:18:54 GMT
"Wait a second... do you love her Fitzy?" I ask few seconds later after I get up and walk to the chair he pointed out. I don't know why I would miss that as there's hardly anything in here. "And why not me? I don't think I could ever understand this."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 19, 2009 2:24:09 GMT
"Do you have any control over the people that you've loved?" I ask in return, shrugging. "I don't know. I don't know why her and why not you. And I don't even know if I do... care that much about her."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 19, 2009 2:29:42 GMT
'I... what?" I ask slightly confused before standing up and just staring at the ground. "Fine then. Choose some woman who leaves her daughter here and... why do I bother with this? Oh yeah cause I dumped someone who wanted to marry me and loved me for someone who was just playing games with my feelings."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 20, 2009 1:43:04 GMT
"Playing games implies I had a clue what the hell was going on," I say a bit more antagonistically than I intended, then shaking my head. "And I really don't know either, why you bother. But she's no worse a parent and certainly no worse a person than I am."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 20, 2009 2:03:29 GMT
"So have you two kissed or anything of the sort?" I ask him softly before frowning a little at him.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 20, 2009 2:06:57 GMT
"Not that it's any of your business, but no," I say, glancing back again. I wonder if she's even realized there's someone else here, or if she'll walk in later and ask why I was talking to myself.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 20, 2009 2:09:55 GMT
Of course it's not my business, but you still have some of my heart.
"Do you want to kiss her?" I ask looking up at him. For some reason now I feel like his daughter in an awkward way, asking about some woman he's dating that could potentially be my stepmother. Now I know how the kids feel about me dating and it wasn't fun.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 20, 2009 2:11:28 GMT
"That one I'm not answering," I say in the same tone as before, shaking my head and resisting the urge to tell her to please go get a life of her own and stop asking about mine.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 20, 2009 2:14:47 GMT
I sigh a little before getting up. "I'm bothering you... Fitzy it's just hard. I know you can't even comprehend what love is, or ever but it's not my fault that you're so cold, bitter and a jerk." I say before glaring at him as I keep my ground.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 20, 2009 2:17:15 GMT
"I never said it was, but I also don't think you're doing yourself any favors showing up here like this," I retort, shaking my head again.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 20, 2009 2:37:57 GMT
"I had something to say to you. I had to come and let you know how I feel about this whole thing. I'm sick of all of this. I'm sick of how I still love you and you don't even care. I don't care about you anymore as a person who would be bothered by your death either. Seeing as you have that whore now living here and you tossing me aside the moment she walks back into your life. I just don't care anymore!" I yell now, feeling my curls falling all around my face before finally slapping him hard across the face.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 21, 2009 2:10:56 GMT
The fact that she started off when sha came here asking if I changed I mind, and didn't even know about Lacey until she got here would seem to imply that she's not being truthful... but I'm not going to mention that. I shake my head a bit after she slaps me, otherwise not responding.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 22, 2009 2:14:58 GMT
"Nothing to say for yourself? I knew you never cared about me Fitzy. I just knew it. Not even as a friend. I should have just turned you in all those years ago when you outted all the double agents." I say wanting to slap him again but holding back for now.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 22, 2009 2:34:00 GMT
I now have an urge to roll my eyes, but suppress it in favor of sarcasm.
"Right, that's it exactly. I've spent the last ten years just pretending to care about you, plotting your death all along until I finally decided it would be far more fun to make you inexplicably... love me -" I practically choke on the word, coughing it out. "- just so I could laugh in your face."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 22, 2009 3:16:00 GMT
I glance up before slapping his face hard for the second time now. "Don't you be sarcastic with me. You might as well has after all of this. You can't even say the word love." I say crossing my arms. "And besides that's the type of person you are anyway."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Feb 22, 2009 23:37:35 GMT
"There is no reasoning with you, is there?" I ask, then shake my head, not really caring if I get an answer or not. "Shelby, I'm sorry. I really, really am. But you're insane. So I guess that's a pattern in the people I care about also."
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