The bites were a bitch. She should have more complaints about this... whatever this was between them, but that was her only one. And his continued awkwardness. The way he stared at her sometimes, with feelings. The way he clammed up when she asked a dumb question. For all intents and purposes, Gabriel Gray was the most frustrating, annoying asshole she had ever met.
And she... liked him. Just like she'd liked every other asshole. Well, maybe not just like. Because he was... good to her, despite being a grade A weirdo. Ever since that night they'd gotten too drunk for their own good, his voice scared and vulnerable as he whispered his fears, they'd fallen into this routine. Of being together. He hadn't made her do anything she didn't want to do. Hadn't insulted her. Laid a hand on her. He didn't have a drug problem or any problems at all, from what she could tell. He was secretive, and she knew there was something awful he wasn't saying, but she didn't pry. No reason to give him a reason to pry into her deep secrets too, right?
She couldn't help but feel like she was waiting for it, though. It being whatever this was to go wrong. Waiting for him to become like every other monster she'd given a slice of her heart. Not that she had any left, no matter what he believed.
She sighed as she readied for the night. It was silly, but she still tried. Still put on something nice he would take off of her over their forgotten movie and food. She was wearing a simple blue v-neck dress (http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/onlineProductDisplay.vs?namespace=productDisplay&origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&event=display&prnbr=GN-257403&page=1&cgname=OSCLODRSVIL&rfnbr=2667) tonight, the fabric so soft and thin it could be a nightgown if it wasn't so pretty. She didn't bother with shoes as she walked down the steps to let him in, smiling at his figure and their dinner fulling the doorway. "Hey, stranger," she drawled.
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Date: 2010-05-12 03:15 am (UTC)And she... liked him. Just like she'd liked every other asshole. Well, maybe not just like. Because he was... good to her, despite being a grade A weirdo. Ever since that night they'd gotten too drunk for their own good, his voice scared and vulnerable as he whispered his fears, they'd fallen into this routine. Of being together. He hadn't made her do anything she didn't want to do. Hadn't insulted her. Laid a hand on her. He didn't have a drug problem or any problems at all, from what she could tell. He was secretive, and she knew there was something awful he wasn't saying, but she didn't pry. No reason to give him a reason to pry into her deep secrets too, right?
She couldn't help but feel like she was waiting for it, though. It being whatever this was to go wrong. Waiting for him to become like every other monster she'd given a slice of her heart. Not that she had any left, no matter what he believed.
She sighed as she readied for the night. It was silly, but she still tried. Still put on something nice he would take off of her over their forgotten movie and food. She was wearing a simple blue v-neck dress (http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/onlineProductDisplay.vs?namespace=productDisplay&origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&event=display&prnbr=GN-257403&page=1&cgname=OSCLODRSVIL&rfnbr=2667) tonight, the fabric so soft and thin it could be a nightgown if it wasn't so pretty. She didn't bother with shoes as she walked down the steps to let him in, smiling at his figure and their dinner fulling the doorway. "Hey, stranger," she drawled.