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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 16, 2010 15:39:45 GMT -5
Charlotte cleared her throat a little, getting into the driver's side of the car. "No, actually you couldn't" she said a little tartly, not really in the mood now. She started the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot, confident that she at least knew the way back to the school. He made the comment about her being disappointed and she shrugged her shoulders, not convinced that was what she was feeling at that moment. "No, I guess I kind of knew that already. I just didn't think you'd be an ass to me." she replied, her anger, his drunkeness and their being alone together kind of combining to create some form of confidence or freedom of speech or something. For once in her life Charlie felt like she could take control of the situation and didn't care what he thought about it.
Turning into the parking lot of the school, Charlotte stopped in a spot and turned the car off. She sighed and handed over the keys to him, studying him silently as she dropped them into his hand.
ooc; i like that idea :]
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 16, 2010 20:37:45 GMT -5
Dylan exhaled sharply, too annoyed about her having the keys to argue. His brows raised when she spoke much more honestly. Tomorrow he'd regret this whole thing and probably apologize. He shrugged. "Still like me?" he asked, staring out at the dark night road. With her new found 'confidence' she ought to answer that.
"So what if I'm an ass? It's better than what you are. You let everyone walk all over you, even right now. I used to be like that. I was such a kid back then." he took to keys. [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 16, 2010 23:53:44 GMT -5
Charlotte shrugged in response to his question. At this moment she wasn't sure. "You're my friend." she muttered, averting her gaze. "That doesn't mean I'm not allowed to be mad at you though." Charlotte was half thinking out loud, half speaking her mind. It felt good, to be angry with a reason and be able to have this feeling of not even caring what he thought or said. She turned away from him, ready to head back to her dorm and sleep for a week. The girl paused when he said he was better than what she was and she chewed her lip, rolling her eyes.
"Mmm. thats funny." Charlotte said bitterly, sick of this. Whatever it was. She turned again, looking at him as if she didnt recognize who he was. "you're so much better than me but yet you're the one breaking bottles and getting into fights, and standing here drunk, yelling at me about MY issues." she ranted, her voice raising. "You're such a hypocrite, I honestly cant believe you. How can you say you're better than me? We're both HERE aren't we?" she cried, gesturing with her arms to the place around her. "We're both alone and messed up, with nobody to care about us. So dont you dare try to tell me you're better than anyone else" Tears glistened in her blue eyes as she snapped her jaw shut.
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 17, 2010 11:04:19 GMT -5
He ignored her on that and thought on that. Friend huh? Is that what she calls it? Friendship. This game of superman and Lois Lane. Always coming to her rescue when he already had enough problems on his plate. He felt she was judging him and despised it. Really, he just wanted to argue or sleep, he couldn't decide right now. Didn't want to decide. He wanted her to keep driving, not park. He loved the feeling of the passenger's seat while the car drives along a dark road.
Her tone took an even more icey tone, it reminded him just a tiny bit like Kara when she was amused at a successful dare. Then she continued on her own rant. "Fuck it, would you-" he tried to interrupt but was unsuccessful- her voice was rising in volume. Shocking! "Oh, good for you. Sit there and judge me, fine. But if anyone's a hypocrit, it's you. You really think singing with them at the high ground is going to make you a better person or heal you or something? They're all full of shit, they don't care about you or anyone, not even themselves. I may be drunk, but you're the one popping pills everyday. Who knows what for! Everyone here has a secret, what a motherfucking joke." [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 17, 2010 12:27:16 GMT -5
"I dont care about those people!" Charlotte cried. "I sang because I'm trying to wean myself off of needing people like you to be there for me all the time! I did something I wasn't completely comfortable with to try and become more independant so you dont HAVE to be saving me every second of my life! I guess I should have known how much you hated to actually have a positive relationship with someone." She quickly wiped her eyes with the tips of shaking fingers. Charlie took a deep breath, his quip about the pills and secrets making her stop her tirade. "You don't know me." she said finally, her voice calm and steady. "You don't know what i've been through, or what happened to me, so don't even go there. I'm done with this." with a hopeless knocking of her arms against the side of her body she turned away again and resumed her brisk retreat, her blonde hair bobbing as she did so. A few strands caught the breeze and flew wildly about her head but she didnt care for once in her life. Her eyes were filling with tears and they overflowed onto her soft cheeks. She didnt bother to wipe these ones away.
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