Quote:
Originally Posted by
Syd (:
Now she was silent. Closing his eyes and leaning his head back, he very slowly counted to ten. He... needed to calm down. Sure, Louisa was upset, but it was okay. She didn't seem so mad anymore, and he shouldn't be either. But really... it wasn't that easy for him.
His eyes opened, and he shook his head at Louisa. Their first argument? Perfect couple of friends? Was she getting at what he thought she was? "You -" he shook his head, pulling his hands through his hair in a mixture of frustration and confusion. "We're still friends, Louisa. Me having a girlfriend doesn't change that." He was exasperated. It was obvious. "Besides," he said bitterly, "after this summer it won't matter anyway." His eyes widened. Did he really just say that out loud? He was not supposed to say that! He told himself that he wouldn't tell anyone!
He wondered if Ellie would be mad about his slip-up.
Okay. Change the subject, change the subject. "Louisa, I came to talk to you. If you want me to leave, I will. But not until you ask me to." He paused, staring at her. "What can I do to make you feel better?" Because it was obvious that she still wasn't happy.
Her face fell when his frustration was clear in his nervous hair-move. No matter what she wanted to do to make him feel as miserable as she was, she didn't want him to get mad at her. And, and.. they were still friends? She made her tired eyes to focus on his face for a second. Yep. He meant it. "
Friends," She murmured, the image of him and Ellie living happily ever after still floating in her dizzy head...
..or not. It didn't matter after this summer? O__O Louisa's wet eyes widened in confusion, "
What's that supposed to mean?" Was he one of those who'd date a girl for a couple of months and then move on to another? NOOO! Even if she saw him doing it, she would never believe it! He must've been possessed. Maybe not all the spirits from the ship were gone? Please!
What could he do? She forced a small smile, "
You could give me some food. I haven't eaten in more than fourty eight hours and the train trip isn't helping my head stay steady," She didn't drop the hurt and rather dry voice, but her head craved for a break.
And calories.