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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 19, 2008 22:43:39 GMT -5
"Of course I'm not inviting her--- just to have her turn her nose up at everything, no doubt..."
"It's no wonder no one likes her."
".....selfish, rude...."
"...hateful...."
Samantha stormed down the streets, not seeing where she was going. She may or may not have ran into several people on the streets, but the curses and scoldings fell on deaf ears. It wasn't so much the hurtful gossip that had tears streaming down her cheeks, but rather the reality of it all. Years of pent up loneliness were bubbling to the surface in a mixture of rage and pain.
Pulling her skirts up, she marched up to David's door and pounded on the door, loud and relentlessly; for once in her life not caring that she looked a mess. KnockKnockKnockKnockKnockKnockKnockKnock!
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Post by Jules on Feb 19, 2008 22:52:54 GMT -5
The condominium David lived in was a respectable one, with nice neighbours who mostly kept to themselves except for the occasional casserole or fruit cake that just ended up in the garbage, but it was the thought that counted.
Which was why, when the obnoxious pounding started on his door, David was at first concerned with his neighbours being bothered then who could possibly be on the other side.
His home was layed out on one floor, a two bedroom place with a spacious kitchen that melted effortlessly into a dining room which was somewhat hidden by a large, sink-yourself-in-it looking couch. It was clean, and had a constantly comforting smell.
He, however, wasn't so stellar looking. His short hair was everywhich way from being violently awoken from a nap on said couch, and he was only wearing plain boxers and an old, ratty tee. Which was why he cursed himself when he opened the door to find an utterly upset looking Samantha. His gut wrenched in ....ugh...concern as he took the scene in completely.
"Samantha?" He muttered in confusion. "What...what are you doing here? What's wrong?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 19, 2008 23:04:39 GMT -5
On any other day, she might have blushed at his lack of pants, but today it didn't even enter her psyche. She sniffed and drew her shoulders back and held herself in rigid, stiff posture. The effect was sort of ruined by her shimmering cheeks and lower lip as it trembled, but her eyes were fierce. "Tell me the truth!" she half shouted, half choked. Her hands, shaking, quickly latched onto themselves in front of her. "Tell me the truth, David Kingsley, and I'll know it you don't. Am I really a terrible person? No, no, I know I am," she almost started crying again, but with a little hiccup, regained her composure, "what I mean is, am I the most terrible person on earth? Am I so miserable and unredeemable and awful that no one will like me, ever?"
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Post by Jules on Feb 19, 2008 23:36:09 GMT -5
He stared at her for a long moment before grabbing her arm and pulling her in, swiftly closing the door behind her.
She was looking for a friend. So what else could he possibly be?
"No. You're shallow." He offered bluntly and looked her over again. "Want some tea? Something stronger? Make yourself comfortable." He waved a hand to indicate his living room.
"And you're cold. And you toy with men." He shifted on his feet, trying to pinpoint exactly how this was supposed to make her feel better.
"But it's fixable. And you have potential."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 19, 2008 23:51:11 GMT -5
"Stronger," she said quickly, before reaching into her petticoats and pulling out a hankerchief to blow her nose on. She watched him, studying his face. She sniffled loudly and wiped at her nose again. "You're being a shocking balance of honest and nice." She looked surprised, but not offended. "I was a bit worried you would give me fake compliments again..."
"And I don't toy with men. I hate men. I only toyed with you," she explained. With a long, shuddery sigh, she dropped into his comfy couch, her skirts poofing around her. Her lip trembled again, and she looked up at him, quite pathetic-looking, all things considered, and said, very quietly, "But you think I'm fixable?"
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Post by Jules on Feb 20, 2008 0:00:39 GMT -5
He brought her out a glass of secretly watered down brandy because he was pretty sure Samantha didn't know her way around the liqour cabinet. He sat down next to her and pressed it into her hands.
"None of my compliments are fake." He pulled a box of Kleenex from an end table (something he always had an ample supply of) and put it in her lap.
"Yes. What brought this all on? At the dance you hardly seemed in want of a reform."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 20, 2008 0:12:27 GMT -5
Samantha clutched the glass like a child with a sippy-cup, taking a long, hallowed sip. She choked a little, because watered down or not, David was right. Alcohol was very unladylike. She glared at him over the rim.
"That's not true," she argued. She wrenched off one of the Kleenexes, but merely clutched it in her hand. "You were so nice at the dance... at first," she amended. "And you," hiccup, "hate me." She didn't seem particularly disturbed by this fact, considering she hated him too. "And it's nothing. I'm just...." Teeeeeterr.... "...awful!" And her shoulders crumbled and she started crying again.
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Post by Jules on Feb 20, 2008 0:19:51 GMT -5
"I was nice because you were nice. I was mean because of the atrocious way you talked about that poor Bella. Can't you feel even a little sympathy for that girl? And not pity, no one needs pity. Don't feel sorry for her, that helps no one."
He awkwardly put an arm around her and drew her to his shoulder. And moment's like these, he was at his best. There was nothing at all to be misread about his intentions, his aura was at it's strongest and most comforting, he even tended to SMELL like what made that person most at ease.
"You're not completely rotten." He tucked her head under his chin. "Promise."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 20, 2008 0:36:43 GMT -5
"Well why should I feel sympathy for her?" she began to rant, lashing out at Bella and every other girl that hated her instantly just because she was beautiful. "Everyone just assumes that I'm so happy, because I'm so lovely, and why would I have any real problems and--" Her manic tirade was cut short as his arm came around her and she was pulled to his shoulder. She thought about fighting it, but only for a moment because he was warm, and nice, and the perfect blend of comforting. She crumpled like a dry leaf and sobbed on his shoulder, clutching onto him as if he were her sole life force. She cried for a minute and then, very suddenly, shot up, tense in his arms. She stared at him and then promptly snarled, hitting his shoulder hard.
"This isn't fair at all!" she said indignantly. "Why is it that your allure works on me and mine doesn't work on you? Gavin told me something about it, and well... it just isn't fair." And then she laughed a little, because she was tired and slightly crazy right now, and it actually wasn't his fault. And when she thought about it, wasn't that the best part? Knowing she could rest on his shoulder without him trying to grab anything he wasn't supposed to? She sighed and kissed his cheek, to prove her point to herself, and rested her head under his chin again. He was cozy. Like a fleece blanket.
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Post by Jules on Feb 20, 2008 0:56:49 GMT -5
"Think about it from their side? What guys grants them a second look when you're around? How much they must wish they were even close to you in looks and charm? They're insecure, and it's nothing to hate them for. Be kind, understand. You're not the only person in this world who's feelings matter."
He started a little when she jerked up suddenly and hit his shoulder. Hard. Ow. David rubbed it, looking at her with confused eyes as she ranted about allure and then crumpled agaisnt him again.
"Because who I am doesn't allow me to be attracted to you. The same doesn't go for you."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 20, 2008 1:04:43 GMT -5
She sat up straight, again, giving him a look of contempt, but it was half-hearted. Why did he have to be so blasted right? She took her crumpled Kleenex and blew her nose. She was, she could admit, very self-centered. Her problems or no problems, and all that.
"Yes, well, perhaps that's why I dislike you so much. It's never happened to me before, you know." And, in a spectacular plot twist, she actually felt a bit of concern for someone other than herself, and it wasn't even fake. She narrowed her eyes at him thoughtfully. "That must be very hard for you. Have you ever been attracted to anyone?" If he said yes, she thought in the distant part of her mind, she was just going to kill him.
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Post by Jules on Feb 20, 2008 1:11:51 GMT -5
"It is." He replied honestly.
"I can feel it deep down, that I'd like to be attracted. But it just doesn't translate. I can't think too....lustfully without an incredible headache. I can't....be without being friendly. Unless I'm very angry." He shifted, sinking a little lower into the couch, himself. Despite her tears, his shirt didn't seem to be wet at all.
"Even when I hate someone, I can't be purposefully malicious. The comments I made to you were general and unspecific. Which was the only reason I got away with them. I'm sorry, by the way. It was uncalled for."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 20, 2008 1:29:23 GMT -5
How very different they were. Samantha, who tried to avoid it since she couldn't seem to get away from it, and David, who couldn't experience it even if he wanted to.
She waved away his apology. "You don't have to apologize now that we're getting along," she told him. "I'm still not terribly fond of you. Or at least, I think I'm not. You're working impressive voodoo, if I'm not, because I think I'm actually liking you right now." She patted his hand consolingly. "Perhaps you just need to find the right girl to break the spell."
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Post by Jules on Feb 20, 2008 1:39:47 GMT -5
David gave his first unforced smile around her for the first time. "I'm not hard to like, most of the time."
The right girl to break the spell was sitting right on the couch next to him, but that was the last thing she needed to hear right now. Besides, he wasn't sure he wanted her to know that she was the first person he'd ever felt physically attracted too. Because he wasn't sure that wasn't the only way in which he was attracted.
Although this was allowing him to see something perhaps under that shallow exterior.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 20, 2008 1:57:42 GMT -5
She laughed, and the sensation felt funny with her stuffy nose and red cheeks from crying. "I found it quite easy to despise you, actually," she told him with a small grin.
She pulled her legs up underneath of her, and since she was partly on his lap already, her skirts covered both of them in a bizarre form of blanket. And curling up and being cozy was absolutely on the do-not-do-ever list of social etiquette, but voodoo or not, David was just easy to be yourself around. She hadn't even noticed that her hair was falling out and her gloves were stained and splotted.
"You know, you're the first one to tell me the truth," she said, glancing down at her lap. "And you were so horrible about it, too. But it was.... good.... for me to hear."
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