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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 19, 2008 22:57:27 GMT -5
"I don't know, I guess I'm being...I don't know. I was looking through our sketch book- but I didn't exactly find any sketches..." Hint hint.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 19, 2008 23:00:04 GMT -5
"... I did a sketch of Pru and her guitar," she furrowed her brow. "It's on the page after tha-..." oh... fuck. "...shit."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 19, 2008 23:21:59 GMT -5
"Uh yeah." he glanced up at her for one second, but it was almost a look of sympathy. He then went back to his new paperback friends he'd stacked up, only about three books he was intrested in. "I have to say, the first picture was a lot nicer than the 'second one'."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 19, 2008 23:23:57 GMT -5
"Emmie..." she reached out to touch his shoulder, but withdrew quickly. "Please look at m-. That was bef-... Emmett, please. You know that I'd never... I'm so sorry..."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 19, 2008 23:30:18 GMT -5
"I just didn't think you'd need to evaluate us for this." slurring his words weakly again, and stood going a step further down the row. "That's why I didn't want to make the decision for you, to begin with. I wanted you to follow your feelings- this isn't science. I didn't want to be part of your plot chart."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 19, 2008 23:39:39 GMT -5
"And what if my feelings weren't the same as your feelings?" she asked quietly. "And I wasn't evaluating anyone. Emmett, I was confused. You know I was. That was just my way of... clearing my mind. I wrote down what I was thinking. And anything bad I wrote about you... you already knew about it. How many times have I told you to be more dominant or selfish? Emmie... please..." she finally did touch his shoulder, a ghostly lingering. "I never meant to hurt you."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 19, 2008 23:50:22 GMT -5
"I'm not hurt I'm just..." he shuffled the books in his hands, switching up the order and turning one around to match the position of the others. "A bit flustered over it. It was just not the greatest thing in the world to run into."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 0:04:07 GMT -5
"I told you back at the book shop... I said that it was wrong of me to ever compare the two of you. You have so much more than Ari could ever have. I don't want you to be flustered. I did something wrong. I did something so bad and horrible to you. I'm so, so sorry."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 0:07:20 GMT -5
"No, come on. Don't go all- ugh. I don't know, just...stop. Please. It's not that bad. I got a bit shaken from it. But I'm not going to go climb up the Empire State Building over it." he assured, looking at her over his shoulder. He turned and strolled slowly to the end of the aisle. He held the books in his left hand and with his right rubbed his arm. They defenitely need to turn down the A/C in here...
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 0:16:18 GMT -5
"But you're upset about it. It's bothering you, I know it is," she followed him cautiously. "Please talk to me about it."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 0:21:05 GMT -5
"Why talk about it?" he asked her curiously, but of course just acting. He took one last glance at the shelf and then left the aisle completley. " It won't get us anywhere. Let's just leave it."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 0:28:22 GMT -5
"Because you never tell me what's wrong. You think that if you pretend to be happy, then I'll be happy. Tell me what you really think about me doing this."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 1:00:39 GMT -5
"I thought it was kind of shitty honestly..." he told her meekly but at least he said. That's what she seemed to want. "I mean, you couldn't even be kind enough to take it out? Or maybe write it somewhere other than the journal you and I share."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 1:02:47 GMT -5
"I wasn't thinking," she hung her head slightly. Well, she did ask for it. "Something happened right after that made me hide it and I just... forgot about it. And for the other thing... I just... wasn't thinking. I wasn't, I admit it."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 1:08:08 GMT -5
"Stop, I don't want you to 'admit' anything." he turned walking backwards and putting his hands up innocently. "I don't want you to feel like you have to be apologizing and everything. It wasn't even a big thing, it just kind of sucked to actually read on paper- from you of all people." and he turned back around skimming over his books for the 8345784th time.
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