Chance and Dris's Flat

[MJ Spooks]

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ρℓєαѕє ∂σи'т ¢яу σиє тєαя fσя мє
ι'м иσт αfяαι∂ σf ωнαт ι нανє тσ ѕαу
тнιѕ ιѕ му σиє αи∂ σиℓу νσι¢є
ѕσ ℓιѕтєи ¢ℓσѕє, ιт'ѕ σиℓу fσя тσ∂αу
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spaceThe first thing Chrys was aware of when she woke was that her head hurt, more than she could recall it ever hurting before. The second was that it was entirely too bright, even with her eyes still closed. Groaning slightly, she adjusted herself so that her head was now underneath her pillow, rather than on top of it. Which helped somewhat, with the light at least, but not so much with the headache. Or the rest of the aches and pains in her body, which she was slowly but surely becoming aware of. "I am never drinking again," she mumbled through chapped lips, the words feeling like glass being forced through her throat.

spaceAlright. Headache, sore throat, chapped lips. General soreness of various muscles. Some strange, foreign weight around her waist- wait.

spaceChrys' breathing halted in time with her thoughts; meanwhile, her heartbeat picked up and became erratic. She was reasonably certain that strange weight was somebody's arm. Also, she was reasonably certain she was naked.

spaceVery suddenly, she bolted up out of the bed, immediately regretting it, wincing at both how much it hurt her to move and the sudden onslaught of morning sun. It was morning, right? Well, she sure as hell wasn't about to fumble around looking for a bloody clock, she was naked, in, in, in-

spaceChance's room. She was in Chance's room. She'd been in Chance's bed. Naked. Oh. Oh, God. Her eyes had only been open for all of a second, but it wasn't as though she wasn't familiar with what her best mate's bedroom looked like. Intimately so, she thought hysterically. It was highly unlikely she'd get it confused with someone else's room, and also who else's room would it even make sense for her to be in, and also Chance was in his bed and she had been in his bed and she was bloody naked as the day she was born (er, sort of; did earrings count?) and God, was he naked too? Was it better or worse if he wasn't?

spaceNervously, she ignored the pounding in her head to peek one eye open; yep, that was Chance, in his bed (because who else would it be?). She couldn't tell if he was also naked, though, because he was under the blanket, although he was definitely shirtless and dear God. Oh, oh. He was waking up, too. She froze; some distant part of her was screaming to grab the blanket, a pillow, his shirt over on the floor there, something to cover up with because she was bloody starkers, but everything was either moving too slow or too fast in her brain for her to actually accomplish anything. Except to squeak when he moved, which was so, so bloody helpful in this situation. Really.



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тєℓℓ му мσтнєя, тєℓℓ му fαтнєя ι'νє ∂σиє тнє вєѕт ι ¢αи
тσ мαкє тнєм яєαℓιzє тнιѕ ιѕ му ℓιfє
ι нσρє тнєу υи∂єяѕтαи∂ - ι'м иσт αиgяу, ι'м נυѕт ѕαуιиg
ѕσмєтιмєѕ gσσ∂вує ιѕ α ѕє¢σи∂ ¢нαи¢є
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wιтн - Chance
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ι'м иσт αfяαι∂ σf ωнαт ι нανє тσ ѕαу
тнιѕ ιѕ му σиє αи∂ σиℓу νσι¢є
ѕσ ℓιѕтєи ¢ℓσѕє, ιт'ѕ σиℓу fσя тσ∂αу
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spaceThings suddenly happened very, very fast. Chrys had covered her face with her hands in an attempt to further shield herself from the light, while peeking through two fingers to watch as Chance came to. She was in the process of trying to make her body just bloody move, preferably in the direction of some clothes, or perhaps behind something, when she thought that, maybe, he made eye contact with her for all of a second. It didn't quite register until it was too late, however, as he very suddenly bolted up out of the bed and the room. She stood, frozen, not able to process much of anything until the sound of him throwing up from the bathroom hit her ears.

spaceGood friend that she was, Chrys spared a moment to consider that, as miserable as she was, she probably was better off than poor Chance, who sounded like he was seconds away from hacking up his internal organs. On the other hand, he'd at least woken up naked in his own bed, so maybe that balanced out.

spaceRight. Naked. She was naked. That needed to be remedied, and quickly. Well, at least this wasn't the worst possible situation; she had clothes in Chance's closet. She could just... get some, and put them on, and walk out to the communal areas of the flat. Maybe he hadn't noticed her in his room; she might've imagined the eye contact. Also, he sounded bloody miserable, what with the puking and all, so it was likely he wouldn't even register that he'd seen her if he had. She could put clothes on, go to the living room or kitchen, and pretend that she totally, absolutely had not been in his room. And, if Dris happened to notice her coming out of Chance's room, well, no reason for him to assume she hadn't been dressed, right? She just needed to put on some pajamas. Preferably some that were a little rumpled, so it looked like she'd slept in them.

spaceOf course, all this thinking was going rather slowly, what with the hangover. And her motor function wasn't much better. And she still had her eyes mostly closed. So her plan of grabbing a button up from Chance's laundry (read: floor) and a pair of her own sleep shorts from his drawers wasn't particularly well executed. In that she managed to trip over her own shoes on the way to the laundry. And hit her head. Groaning, Chrys struggled to pull herself up into a sitting position, rubbing her head. God, couldn't she just climb back in the bed and go back to sleep? Or maybe travel back in time and not drink so much last night? That would be great.



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тєℓℓ му мσтнєя, тєℓℓ му fαтнєя ι'νє ∂σиє тнє вєѕт ι ¢αи
тσ мαкє тнєм яєαℓιzє тнιѕ ιѕ му ℓιfє
ι нσρє тнєу υи∂єяѕтαи∂ - ι'м иσт αиgяу, ι'м נυѕт ѕαуιиg
ѕσмєтιмєѕ gσσ∂вує ιѕ α ѕє¢σи∂ ¢нαи¢є
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wιтн - Chance
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ρℓєαѕє ∂σи'т ¢яу σиє тєαя fσя мє
ι'м иσт αfяαι∂ σf ωнαт ι нανє тσ ѕαу
тнιѕ ιѕ му σиє αи∂ σиℓу νσι¢є
ѕσ ℓιѕтєи ¢ℓσѕє, ιт'ѕ σиℓу fσя тσ∂αу
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spaceWhen the throbbing in her head had lessened enough for her to think anything other than various forms of 'ow', Chrys barely peeked her eyes open again. Still wincing at the brightness, she surveyed the room, eyes landing on the door. The open door. Her eyes bugged out wide at the realization that she was in full view of the door, completely naked, and that if Dris happened to waltz by at that exact moment he would get a full view. Blushing, she let out a distressed noise, knowing she needed the door shut. Like, now.

spaceHer first thought was, duh, to get up and close it. But considering her last attempt to traverse the (not even all that expansive) room, she didn't think that was the best plan. Instead, she groped around on the floor until her hand found something with a fair amount of heft to it (she was pretty sure it was her boot from the night before, although maybe it was Chance's?), and threw it at the door. The resulting noise increased the throbbing in her skull, but when she looked over again, the door was mostly shut, so she'd call it a win.

spaceVaguely, she heard the sounds of the shower going. Oh, good. Chance was taking a shower. Which meant she had plenty of time to put clothes on. Brilliant, that. Except, when she tried to stand up, she found herself swaying rather perilously, and collapsed on the nearest surface, which happened to be the bed. Well, that was convenient, since it meant she hit her head on a mattress and not, say, the edge of a table. Also, the bed was very soft, and she wished desperately that she could just curl up in it and go back to sleep until the headache was gone and light didn't seem quite so bright. But she couldn't, because she was naked and it was Chance's bed and he had been naked in it too and very suddenly the implications of that hit her, rather hard.

spaceBloody hell, she'd slept with Chance. She had, hadn't she? Eyes shot wide open once again, and she reached desperately for a corner of the blanket to throw over her head and block out the light. And also the world, and the reality of this situation, because bloody hell she was pretty sure she was waking up from a night of having gotten drunk and sleeping with her best friend.

spaceShe'd not really gotten very far, had she, earlier when she'd been trying to catalogue all the aches and pains. But, now that she thought about it, there were certain aches in certain places that she didn't recall ever having ached quite that way before. And it was different than the other aches in her body, which were very clearly caused by stiffness, probably from sleeping in a less than optimal position because she'd passed out drunk. But those other aches, they were in intimate places and she didn't see how passing out drunk could have anything to do with them. Doing other things drunk, on the other hand, would definitely explain it.

spaceGod, she'd seriously slept with him, hadn't she? So much for that nice "He's just a friend" box she'd been keeping him in. All while steadfastly ignoring how the lid on the "I wanna snog him" box was having a harder time staying put... Although she supposed they were well past snogging now, weren't they?

spaceShe realized the shower sounds had stopped. And she could hear the door opening. Which meant she'd missed her window to get out of the bedroom and pretend she hadn't been there in the first place. Why did boys have to take such short showers? Squeaking again, she managed to get herself tangled up in the bedding while trying to hide herself under it, which was just. So very dignified, really. Oh, God, he'd gotten straight in the shower after throwing up after racing out of the bedroom completely bare-arsed which meant he had no clothes with him so he was going to come back and have to put clothes on and she was still in his room. Naked. Everything about this was ridiculous and terrible and she'd very much like it if a portal to some other realm would open up and swallow her whole now, thanks.



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тєℓℓ му мσтнєя, тєℓℓ му fαтнєя ι'νє ∂σиє тнє вєѕт ι ¢αи
тσ мαкє тнєм яєαℓιzє тнιѕ ιѕ му ℓιfє
ι нσρє тнєу υи∂єяѕтαи∂ - ι'м иσт αиgяу, ι'м נυѕт ѕαуιиg
ѕσмєтιмєѕ gσσ∂вує ιѕ α ѕє¢σи∂ ¢нαи¢є
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wнen - The Morning After
wιтн - Chance
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ρℓєαѕє ∂σи'т ¢яу σиє тєαя fσя мє
ι'м иσт αfяαι∂ σf ωнαт ι нανє тσ ѕαу
тнιѕ ιѕ му σиє αи∂ σиℓу νσι¢є
ѕσ ℓιѕтєи ¢ℓσѕє, ιт'ѕ σиℓу fσя тσ∂αу
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spaceChrys spared another look at her watch as she half-ran the last bit down the hallway to Chance's flat. She was late. Very late. Like, late enough that it wasn't entirely out of the question that Chance might assume she'd flaked on him. Which, to be fair, she'd considered it. Especially when she'd finally emerged from her closet in what she very much hoped looked like a perfectly normal, neutral outfit (while still looking nice on her, because she was trying to be optimistic about this whole thing) and realized she should've left fifteen minutes earlier. It had taken her another ten minutes to work up the nerve to actually leave, and then she of course couldn't apparate straight into the building, which left her with a five minute walk that she managed to stretch out into ten more.

spaceShe shouldn't be so nervous. It was Chance! She'd known him since before she'd started school, for Merlin's sake! They'd been friends for that long, practically best friends. And it wasn't as though her feelings for him were new, either, although she had admittedly been actively ignoring and repressing them until recently. "Recently" meaning "until she'd gotten drunk and slept with him two weeks ago", at which point she'd been forced to either admit she had feelings for him, or consider that she might be the sort of person who was capable of sleeping with anybody provided enough alcohol was involved. She was fairly certain no amount of liquor could get her to just... have sex with someone. Especially considering she'd never had sex before, period. She almost wondered if what she and Chance had done really counted, since she couldn't remember it. Then again, she didn't know if he could. Which was sort of why she was here now. Knocking on his door. Thirty minutes late.

spaceThe thing was, they needed to talk about it. And she knew that. Unfortunately, she had no idea if he was also in the "I can't remember it" boat, or the "I have feelings for you" boat, and that left her in the awkward position of being utterly terrified. Which she supposed was a bit ridiculous; she was in training to work with bloody dragons, and she couldn't face her best mate after they'd.... well, done what they did? Made a mistake? Except thinking about sleeping with Chance in terms of it being a mistake made her a little nauseous. Mostly because, hello, she had feelings for him. If she were really lucky, the only mistake would turn out to be the bit where they were too drunk to remember it the next day. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down a bit before he answered the door. If he answered; she'd considered not coming, there was every chance that he might be considering pretending not to be home. Also, what if Dris was here? She might die of embarrassment. Dealing with him and his girlfriend at the breakfast table the morning after had been bad enough, thanks.



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тєℓℓ му мσтнєя, тєℓℓ му fαтнєя ι'νє ∂σиє тнє вєѕт ι ¢αи
тσ мαкє тнєм яєαℓιzє тнιѕ ιѕ му ℓιfє
ι нσρє тнєу υи∂єяѕтαи∂ - ι'м иσт αиgяу, ι'м נυѕт ѕαуιиg
ѕσмєтιмєѕ gσσ∂вує ιѕ α ѕє¢σи∂ ¢нαи¢є
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wнen - The Morning After
wιтн - Chance
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ρℓєαѕє ∂σи'т ¢яу σиє тєαя fσя мє
ι'м иσт αfяαι∂ σf ωнαт ι нανє тσ ѕαу
тнιѕ ιѕ му σиє αи∂ σиℓу νσι¢є
ѕσ ℓιѕтєи ¢ℓσѕє, ιт'ѕ σиℓу fσя тσ∂αу
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spaceOh, that wasn't a good facial expression. Chance's smile when he opened the door looked like the exact sort she'd always had on her face when Grandmother chided her to smile for a family photo or be polite to an 'old family friend' she'd never met before. It was the "I'm smiling because I know I'm supposed to smile but inside I'm screaming" smile. Chrys felt pinpricks behind her eyes, throat constricting. She wasn't even in the door yet and this was already going terribly. She fought to keep her face neutral, not wanting to add another horribly fake smile to the situation and knowing that if she gave her face free reign, she'd be scowling. Breezing past him, she said with a blitheness she didn't feel, "Oh, pretty much just me procrastinating." And then winced slightly. Honesty was the best policy, but there was a such thing as being too honest, after all.

spaceShe stood awkwardly inside the flat, not sure what to do with herself. Should she sit on the couch? At the table? The pricking behind her eyes got worse. She hated this. She hated feeling awkward in her best friend's flat. She'd never in her life felt out of place when she was with Chance. Well, except maybe when he'd been with Felicity, but that had been because of her, not him. This time, it was most definitely him that was making her want to crawl out of her skin. And into a hole, where she could bury herself and never come out.

spaceWell, she'd made herself show up. She had to see this through. No cutting off all ties and vanishing off the face of the Earth in avoidance for her. Not that it had ever really been an option, seeing as her entire social life revolved around people Chance was also friends with. "So. Um." She gestured towards his bedroom door, looking sheepish. "That... was a thing that happened." She almost wished she wasn't sure about that fact. But, no, it had very definitely happened. She'd had the sore muscles to prove it. Unless she'd slept with someone else and then ended up naked in Chance's bed, which wasn't entirely impossible, she guessed, but it did stretch credibility to astronomical proportions. Also, he had also been naked, which did make things a little more damning.

spaceWell, might as well start small. Or, what she considered small, with regards to the various aspects of this that needed discussing. "Do you actually remember anything? Because I remember... I remember maybe snogging you at the bar? And then it all gets fuzzy and then black and then bam, too many people in the bed and not enough clothes."She wondered if implying that the lack of clothes was a bad thing would cause issues. Then again, even if... even if he was actually interested in her (which, fingers crossed), surely he could still acknowledge that ending up in bed together under those specific circumstances was not ideal? After all, she'd certainly like to remember her first time with somebody. Even if he did remember, she didn't figure only one of them being able to was a good thing.



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тєℓℓ му мσтнєя, тєℓℓ му fαтнєя ι'νє ∂σиє тнє вєѕт ι ¢αи
тσ мαкє тнєм яєαℓιzє тнιѕ ιѕ му ℓιfє
ι нσρє тнєу υи∂єяѕтαи∂ - ι'м иσт αиgяу, ι'м נυѕт ѕαуιиg
ѕσмєтιмєѕ gσσ∂вує ιѕ α ѕє¢σи∂ ¢нαи¢є
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wнen - The Morning After
wιтн - Chance
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ρℓєαѕє ∂σи'т ¢яу σиє тєαя fσя мє
ι'м иσт αfяαι∂ σf ωнαт ι нανє тσ ѕαу
тнιѕ ιѕ му σиє αи∂ σиℓу νσι¢є
ѕσ ℓιѕтєи ¢ℓσѕє, ιт'ѕ σиℓу fσя тσ∂αу
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spaceChrys normally would've snickered at his straightening up the flat, and made a joke about it. That didn't really feel appropriate at the moment, though. She swallowed, looking around. "Uh, it looks nice?" Then, with a slightly hopeful, slightly desperate edge to her voice, 'Please tell me by 'straightening up' you mean, like, compulsively fiddling with knick-knacks that were fine where they were because it was better than sitting around waiting. Because I very definitely did not mean 'procrastinating' so much as 'changed clothes like twenty times and made up stupid rules for how many steps I had to take between lines in the cement in order to postpone this because I'm nervous.'" Wait, no, she hadn't meant to say all that! Not like he couldn't guess she was nervous, but she hadn't meant to make it quite that obvious just how nervous she was.

spaceHis recollection of the events wasn't exactly helping, in that he apparently remembered even less than she did. "Lightweight," she joked weakly. "Also, I'm pretty sure the snogging was because someone hit on you. Again." Geez, how many girls was he going to attract in a single night? Too many. Then again, one was too many as far as she was concerned. Not that she expected him to agree, exactly. She knew the girls made him uncomfortable, but she was never really sure if it was because he disliked being hit on, or liked it too much and didn't know how to handle it. He hadn't had a girlfriend since Felicity, who hadn't exactly set any decent standard in him for how to react to girls, gold-digging jerk that she was.

spaceShe hugged herself awkwardly, mentally trying to calculate the correct distance to put between them on the couch before finally giving up and just sitting down right next to him. Like she would normally, because they were friends and she'd like for that to not change, if nothing else. No touching, though. Firm space of three to six inches between their bodies. Because touching was... well, she didn't know what it was, which was sort of the problem. "I think I just finally snapped," she muttered. "It's so... it's so annoying, listening to them all prattle on at you like they know you or care about you, and they don't, I do, and I can like, see them looking at me and sizing me up and trying to figure out what I am to you, and like, okay, we're just friends, they don't need to rub it in."

spaceShe huffed a little, feeling her cheeks heat. That had been a little more revealing than it needed to be. But this wasn't going to work out if she wasn't honest. Chance couldn't- he couldn't make a real decision, could he, about what he wanted to happen between them, if he didn't know that she actually had feelings for him. She'd basically already decided that she was okay with whatever he wanted, because she had to be, didn't she? It wasn't like he was going to ask more of her than she was willing to give. Unless he got down on one knee and proposed right there, which was as hysterical to think about as it was unlikely. "I was doing a really good job pretending I just wanted to be friends," she admitted. "But I guess I finally drank enough that it slipped out. And then there was too much slippage, and we..." She trailed off, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. "Well. That happened."



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тєℓℓ му мσтнєя, тєℓℓ му fαтнєя ι'νє ∂σиє тнє вєѕт ι ¢αи
тσ мαкє тнєм яєαℓιzє тнιѕ ιѕ му ℓιfє
ι нσρє тнєу υи∂єяѕтαи∂ - ι'м иσт αиgяу, ι'м נυѕт ѕαуιиg
ѕσмєтιмєѕ gσσ∂вує ιѕ α ѕє¢σи∂ ¢нαи¢є
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wнen - The Morning After
wιтн - Chance
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ρℓєαѕє ∂σи'т ¢яу σиє тєαя fσя мє
ι'м иσт αfяαι∂ σf ωнαт ι нανє тσ ѕαу
тнιѕ ιѕ му σиє αи∂ σиℓу νσι¢є
ѕσ ℓιѕтєи ¢ℓσѕє, ιт'ѕ σиℓу fσя тσ∂αу
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spaceChrys was feeling pretty generous with herself, and so decided she had earned some points for managing to at least slightly alleviate the tension in the air. He'd laughed, so clearly that was a win for her. Now she just needed to try and keep things from going back to being completely horribly awkward. Except that was never going to happen, considering why she was here and all. Still, she quirked a small smile at him, and chuckled. "I think as long as you didn't go in his studio, you're probably fine," she pointed out. "If you did, kindly warn me so I can make sure I'm on another continent before he gets home."

spaceShe wrinkled her nose, shrugging at him. "To be fair, I've... I've kind of been avoiding you. A little." Snort. "Okay, a lot. I think I've slept in my bed at my aunt's house more the last two weeks than I have since you guys got this place. This couch probably has a Chrys-shaped groove." She blushed. "I wanted to see you, I just... knew when I saw you we'd have to talk about this. And I wasn't... ready to. I'm still not totally sure I'm ready to but, we have to do it, so." Another shrug. "Here I am. Ta-da." Cue an underwhelming flourish. She folded her hands together, fighting not to start picking at a hangnail on her left thumb. Last time she'd messed with a hangnail while nervous she'd basically mutilated her finger. No, thanks.

spaceOf course, his comment regarding sleeping with people didn't really help matters, since she had no way of knowing if it meant that them sleeping together had meant something, or that he regretted doing it specifically because it hadn't. Of course, if it was the latter, she guessed they could just pretend it never happened. That totally didn't make her want to cry, not at all. Don't get her wrong, she was at least happy that he didn't seem to be into the whole one-night stand thing, if only for the sake of her own sanity. If they were really just friends, she didn't think she could deal with him being into that. Having a girlfriend... well, at least if he had a girlfriend she could be reasonably certain there were actual feelings involved, and be happy for him. Assuming they weren't like Felicity. Which, apparently was part of why he wasn't into it in the first place, which made sense. After what she'd put him through, Chrys didn't blame him for being wary of that sort of thing.

spaceOf course, being wary of it didn't really excuse or explain why he'd lumped her in with those girls. She barely had a second to consider that he meant what she thought (hoped) he meant by "you too" when he completely ruined it by doing just that. She shot to her feet, pacing away from him with a huff. When she looked back at him, her face was a mask of barely-restrained fury and hurt. "Used. You didn't want to find out you were being used. By me." Her fists clenched and unclenched, shoulders hunched. "By me, who has been your friend for, like, a decade, who was completely sick over what happened with, with, with her, who has no reason for ever needing or wanting your money or anything else. Me. You thought-"

spaceOkay, now she was crying. Just a little bit, tears welling up just enough for a couple to spill over. "Why would you ever think that about me?!" she half-shrieked. "I've, I've been keeping quiet because you never seemed interested and we're friends and I didn't want to make things weird, and you thought I was going to take advantage of you?!" She wanted to scream. She didn't know what she'd expected him to say, but it certainly hadn't been that. What on Earth was he thinking?!



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тєℓℓ му мσтнєя, тєℓℓ му fαтнєя ι'νє ∂σиє тнє вєѕт ι ¢αи
тσ мαкє тнєм яєαℓιzє тнιѕ ιѕ му ℓιfє
ι нσρє тнєу υи∂єяѕтαи∂ - ι'м иσт αиgяу, ι'м נυѕт ѕαуιиg
ѕσмєтιмєѕ gσσ∂вує ιѕ α ѕє¢σи∂ ¢нαи¢є
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wнere - Chance's bed?!?!??!!?
wнen - The Morning After
wιтн - Chance
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