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So what do you want for your birthday?
... And don't say a pony.
... And don't say a pony.
We actually watched this one last night.
Oct. 31st, 2009 09:55 amYou Are Psycho |
 You think there's nothing scarier than the anticipation of something horrifying happening. It drives you insane to be in suspense. You prefer scary movies that build up your fear and resist overwhelming you with scene after scene of gore. You like some thought being put into scaring you. You find the idea of being totally vulnerable to a deranged killer to be incredibly frightening. You're the type of person who dreads being alone. And yet you find deranged killers to also be quite fascinating, psychologically speaking. You can't help but be drawn to what terrifies you. |
Oh! Serena! I kinda stole your boyfriend. Just that Riley and Bev do this fantastic haunted house kind of set-up for trick-or-treaters every year, and they need extra hands for the building. So me and Andy headed down last night after work, and if anybody wants to actually come out and help scare the crap out of some kids? Door's open. It's a bit of a long drive, but get here when you get here.
And I know Andy kinda sucks at telling you he's going places, so -- sorry!
[MM] Intent
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breakcityheart. Sam is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
likes_cameras and mine to use and abuse as I choose. itsmy_sandbox and criminal_issues are referenced with permission.]
“You’re stewing.”
Sam blinked slightly, looking over at her as he walked her home from their dinner. She knew it was a bit from left field, but her friend had been too quiet over the course of the evening and, and she knew that something was up. It seemed like she was getting a lot of this kind of thing lately to boot, and she wanted to know what was going on. She wanted to know now.
“I’m not—” Sam paused for a moment as he swallowed and then decided to restart. “What makes you think I’m stewing?”
“Because I know you pretty well,” Marion pointed out, before crossing her arms in front of her chest and turning to face him. “Something’s bothering you. Spill.”
Sam shifted his jaw slightly, sliding his hands in his pocket uncomfortably. “So how are things with you and Alex going?”
She frowned a bit at that, before tilting her head to the side slightly. “They’re fine.”
“Are you sure?”
That statement only caused her to frown more, now starting to get a bit defensive. “Is there a reason why they shouldn’t be?”
“Well—you did say no, Mar.”
“Yeah, because he proposed to me because he was drunk and not thinking. We talked about it. We’re fine. He said he was fine.”
“So why are you spending tonight with me instead of him?”
Marion softened slightly at that, but she was still clearly upset. She usually liked it when Sam had points, but not points like this. Not points that were busy pointing out how she was clearly an idiot. She grit her teeth slightly, before shrugging. “He has to work. Austin’s been running him ragged lately. It’s not that big a deal.” She paused for a moment, thinking this over before moving in closer to him. “Has he said something to you?”
Sam looked uncomfortable—the kind of uncomfortable where he was telling something that was probably told in confidence, and gave her arm a bit of a squeeze. “I think you should talk to your boyfriend, Mar.”
“Fine,” she said softly, as she turned to continue their walk back to her place.
***
It had been a bit of time since Sam had dropped her off and she had been sitting on the couch, staring at her phone for most of it. She knew that Sam was right, that she should talk to him and find out what was wrong, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to. If this was something that wasn’t meant to be poked. Closing her eyes for a moment, she knew that if she didn’t do something about this, it was just going to eat at her.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and dialed the phone, hoping that Alex was there and would pick up. She was the kind of person who needed to clear the air, and apparently, she was told that there was air that needed to be cleared.
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breakcityheart. Sam is likes_cameras and mine to use and abuse as I choose. itsmy_sandbox and criminal_issues are referenced with permission.]“You’re stewing.”
Sam blinked slightly, looking over at her as he walked her home from their dinner. She knew it was a bit from left field, but her friend had been too quiet over the course of the evening and, and she knew that something was up. It seemed like she was getting a lot of this kind of thing lately to boot, and she wanted to know what was going on. She wanted to know now.
“I’m not—” Sam paused for a moment as he swallowed and then decided to restart. “What makes you think I’m stewing?”
“Because I know you pretty well,” Marion pointed out, before crossing her arms in front of her chest and turning to face him. “Something’s bothering you. Spill.”
Sam shifted his jaw slightly, sliding his hands in his pocket uncomfortably. “So how are things with you and Alex going?”
She frowned a bit at that, before tilting her head to the side slightly. “They’re fine.”
“Are you sure?”
That statement only caused her to frown more, now starting to get a bit defensive. “Is there a reason why they shouldn’t be?”
“Well—you did say no, Mar.”
“Yeah, because he proposed to me because he was drunk and not thinking. We talked about it. We’re fine. He said he was fine.”
“So why are you spending tonight with me instead of him?”
Marion softened slightly at that, but she was still clearly upset. She usually liked it when Sam had points, but not points like this. Not points that were busy pointing out how she was clearly an idiot. She grit her teeth slightly, before shrugging. “He has to work. Austin’s been running him ragged lately. It’s not that big a deal.” She paused for a moment, thinking this over before moving in closer to him. “Has he said something to you?”
Sam looked uncomfortable—the kind of uncomfortable where he was telling something that was probably told in confidence, and gave her arm a bit of a squeeze. “I think you should talk to your boyfriend, Mar.”
“Fine,” she said softly, as she turned to continue their walk back to her place.
***
It had been a bit of time since Sam had dropped her off and she had been sitting on the couch, staring at her phone for most of it. She knew that Sam was right, that she should talk to him and find out what was wrong, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to. If this was something that wasn’t meant to be poked. Closing her eyes for a moment, she knew that if she didn’t do something about this, it was just going to eat at her.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and dialed the phone, hoping that Alex was there and would pick up. She was the kind of person who needed to clear the air, and apparently, she was told that there was air that needed to be cleared.
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[MM] Unknown quote
Sep. 9th, 2009 09:45 am[Cowritten with itsmy_sandbox.]
“Sometimes you have no choice but to move on, or you run the risk of fading away.”
Monday night had been a disaster. And she wasn't just referring to the fact that Rutgers got their asses kicked.
She didn't want to hurt him like that. She really didn't. She loved him, and she thought that maybe, possibly, they might have a future together, but she wasn't ready to commit to that future just met. They barely knew each other. She wanted to know him better, but that kind of knowing came with time, and they didn't have that kind of time yet. It was too fast, too soon. In fact, they had just said that they loved each other, so why was he rushing into this of all things.
She gave him some time to cool off, think things over, and she hoped that they would be able to get past it. He had been drunk, after all, and he probably would brush it off as a mistake. Which it was. A mistake. He was probably regretting it just as much as she was. All they would have to do is talk it out and it would blow over. She hoped.
His door was open, so she paused in the entrance and rapped lightly against the doorframe. She paused for a moment, before waiting for him to look up at her before speaking.
"Hey. Can we talk?"
Alex looked up, knee deep in college football. Glancing at the computer and then back up, he shrugged and paused his iTunes. "The open door policy says we can," he answered. "But, yeah. I have time to spare." He turned his chair only slightly and swiveled back, bringing his hands together.
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itsmy_sandbox.]“Sometimes you have no choice but to move on, or you run the risk of fading away.”
Monday night had been a disaster. And she wasn't just referring to the fact that Rutgers got their asses kicked.
She didn't want to hurt him like that. She really didn't. She loved him, and she thought that maybe, possibly, they might have a future together, but she wasn't ready to commit to that future just met. They barely knew each other. She wanted to know him better, but that kind of knowing came with time, and they didn't have that kind of time yet. It was too fast, too soon. In fact, they had just said that they loved each other, so why was he rushing into this of all things.
She gave him some time to cool off, think things over, and she hoped that they would be able to get past it. He had been drunk, after all, and he probably would brush it off as a mistake. Which it was. A mistake. He was probably regretting it just as much as she was. All they would have to do is talk it out and it would blow over. She hoped.
His door was open, so she paused in the entrance and rapped lightly against the doorframe. She paused for a moment, before waiting for him to look up at her before speaking.
"Hey. Can we talk?"
Alex looked up, knee deep in college football. Glancing at the computer and then back up, he shrugged and paused his iTunes. "The open door policy says we can," he answered. "But, yeah. I have time to spare." He turned his chair only slightly and swiveled back, bringing his hands together.
( *** )
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