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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 1:12:16 GMT
Brendan wanted to pull her close, to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. But he knew her 'rule' about public affections. And he told himself he was giving up on that too.
Brendan shook his head, leaning back against his chair. The longer he stayed, the more he wanted to go. He wouldnt be worth anything. Ever. He continued to toy with his necklace, letting them fight it out alone. He was a stranger here, some guy with a bipolar brother that no one knew. And that no one liked. He pulled his phone out, glancing at it although he knew he wasnt going to get any text messages. No one calls him. Diane doesnt even text him anymore, it seems.
He sighed again, and pulled his jacket back on, feeling exposed and worthless.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 17, 2010 1:19:56 GMT
Antosha stood up, shaking his head firmly. "Good bye." the words were colder then ever, heavier then the rest. His eyes glanced over his sister and the boy, feeling as if his heart might be ripped away by an unknown force. He popped back in the earbuds, feeling the words to "Misery loves it's Company" wash over him. No way could he stay here any longer, no matter who wanted him. Not that someone did. Antosha gave a sad smile, turning his back to the two and walked away, the door to the shop shutting slowly behind him.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 1:28:49 GMT
She felt herself wanting to reach out and chase him, something that had become an automatic reaction when she was putting up with Antosha's troubles, to follow him to the end of the world and apologise for every word that she had meant and still believed in. She closed her eyes, and turned back to Brendan, looking down. She took Brendan's hand, not really willing to talk about her decision, even if he had left.
It seemed that more than her affection for him had broken. had it been Antosha who had changed, or had Diane? She had been warned that hitting her head may have changed her, and there was no denying that the death of close friends could have been a contributing force. She closed her eyes again, leaning into Brendan, just wanting to feel his arms around her.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 1:37:08 GMT
Brendan pulled her close, his arms holding her tightly. He caressed her hair, holding her as close to him as he possibly could. He kissed the top of her hair. He just wished he could make it all better. He doubted he had the god-like powers mothers seemed to possess, how they could make everything better by just kissing it.
He thought that if he said anything, Diane would move away, leave him. But he thought that if he didnt say anything she may think he doesnt care. He couldnt think of anything to say. He certainly couldnt say he loved her. She would really run away.
"I- Diane?" he mumbled, tipping her chin back and kissing her forehead.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 1:42:58 GMT
Diane's brain was spinning around at a million miles an hour. Does he think I'm cruel for ditching my best friend for him? Does he think that it was the right thing to do? Does he even know what that meant to me, and how much this hurts? Does he even know that that was him? God, why do I even care what he thinks so much! she said, closing her eyes tightly as she pressed into his chest.
She heard her name, breaking out of her thoughts and lifting herself up, smiling meakly back at Brendan, knowing that she had made the right choice, even though it hurt. "Yeah?" she asked.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 1:50:02 GMT
Brendan choked, knowing he should say something but the words not coming out. He tried to force them out, but knew if they were forced, they wouldnt sound like they meant anything. And they did.
"Y-you mean the world to me..." He mumbled, gazing into her eyes and bracing himself for her to pull away from him. To call him ridiculous and to leave him there by himself. He braced himself for the worse, for her to tell him it was over, that she didnt need him anymore.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 2:09:15 GMT
She smiled at him, wrapping her arms back around him, forgetting completely where they were. People had been looking at them enough anyway, so what did a little more hurt. "You mean a lot to me too..." she told him, holding on tightly as she pressed her head against his chest, waiting for the catch, waiting for him to say 'but...' and tell her of some reason why he couldn't have her. As it became apparently obvious that wasn't going to happen, she clutched tighter, smiling and laughing under her breath, hardly able to believe that for once she was in a rewarding relationship. "I've lost a lot today..." she admitted, looking back at the door for the first time since Antosha had left through it, but immediately turned back to Brendan, "But it was worth it... for you."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 2:16:15 GMT
Brendan held her close, never wanting to let go because he was afraid he might loose her. He wanted to be with her for a long time, he knew that. He didnt just want her for a few days, a few weeks. He wanted to be with Diane for years, if thats what she wanted. He was willing to put his wants and needs on the line for hers. He would do absolutely anything for her. All she had to do was tell him.
"Was it really?" He asked, brushing her hair from her face. He wished he could pull her into his lap, hold her closer than he had ever held her before. He gazed into her eyes, just happy to be there with her.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 2:26:31 GMT
She looked back at him, her smile twitching a little. That had not been what she had wanted to hear at all, "Well, I fricken hope so or I'm in big trouble, aren't I?" she laughed, her laugh sounding fake and hollow, just trying to patch up the stitches that made her close to crying. She smiled, her laugh annoying even herself as she shut her mouth tightly, pressing her head against Brendan's shoulder for support. In her mind, she was tearing herself away from everything that had been from before the accident, learning to walk and talk and laugh and cry all over again. Brendan was her new world now, and nothing could take that away from her.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 2:50:51 GMT
Brendan watched her intently. She looked really hurt. And that hurt him badly. He didnt think he could take much more of seeing her hurt. He loved the bubbly, sweet Diane. The one who could pull him through anything with a simple smile and a gentle kiss. He missed the Diane who had rules he didnt quite understand. He missed the Diane he called his.
He leaned down and kissed her quickly and gently, then pulled away. "Baby... Itll be okay..." He mumbled, not really believing those words but willing to try and make it better. Truth be told, he was scared.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 2:59:40 GMT
She smiled and shrugged, pulling herself back as she held onto her own arms, feeling too hot within his embrace and just needing some space, even though she needed to know he was there for her. She nodded, "I know, I know..." she said softly, before standing up, desperate to move, if only for a little. "Now come on, we're in a coffee shop and neither of us have a drink. That's just wrong. So what do you want?" she asked, a sweet smile on her face as she dived into her bag for her purse. It was hardly anything compared to a luxury restaurant, but it was still technically a date, though this time it was all her own, and she was refusing to let him pay for a penny.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 3:19:49 GMT
Brendan pulled his wallet out and handed Diane a twenty. He was used to paying for things when he was around a lady. If he didnt, he felt like he was using her. It was the man who made the purchases. Not the woman. Thats how his father had explained it to him. Youre supposed to treat a lady...
"Uhm.. Frappichino." He said, vaugely remembering the frothy drink his dad used to buy him back home. He remembered it was strong in both coffee and sugar. And he loved the taste of it. He took her hand in his and kissed it gently.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 15:30:53 GMT
She smiled and nodded, taking the note but leaning forwards and putting back into his pocket. "Its the 21st century, darlin'. Let me pay, or I'll feel like a hooker," she told him, mischeif dancing in her eyes as she kissed him on the cheek and fluttered away to the counter.
She came back shortly, a frappiccino in one hand and a peppermint tea in the other, as she handed Brendan his drink. The tea smelt strong and was a strange green colour, but Diane loved it. It was somewhat ironic that Brendan had assumed that this was Antosha's place of choice, since Diane had specifically chosen it because it was one of the few that had her beverage of choice, despite the fact she knew it wasn't Ant's favourite.
"This is nice," she said to Brendan, her smile calming as she was enjoying simply being by his side.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 16:26:54 GMT
Brendan nodded, sipping his coffee. Drinking this stuff this late in the afternoon was bound to keep him up all night, but he didnt care. He had a book to finish, a guitar to practice, homework for days, and an essay to write. He sighed, deciding he probably needed to drink the coffee, or else he wouldnt be able to get anything done at all. He hated being busy. Busy meant you didnt have time for other things, and he liked other things. Be it guitar, spending time with Diane, or just hobbling around the mall, he considered 'other things' very important.
He tapped his good foot against the ground, growing anxious and full of energy just sitting there. He was the twin who couldnt sit still for long periods of times. Braxton, he knew, could sit around for hours on end, just doing nothing in particular. But Brendan just couldnt bring himself to sit around. He had to get up and move. His foot tapped more, growing more restless by the moment.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 19:23:05 GMT
Diane was very different to Brendan in a to of ways, one of which was clear her. She loved to relax, to stay in the same space for hours on end just enjoying the company of who she was with or what she was doing - even if it was nothing at all. She sighed, his anxiety to get moving passing onto her. She held the mug in her hand, the relaxing scent pushing against the restlessness, a battle that was driving her mad. "So, what are you wanting to do after this?" she asked, wondering if it was worth finishing the drink quickly.
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