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Post by shiloh on Dec 1, 2011 21:08:12 GMT -5
Sweet agony, that’s what Harley was feeling at the moment. The night before almost felt like a dream, but the bruised face, and two fractured ribs said other wise. Harley had more than a bruised face, and hurt ribs though; her pride was injured the most. She had been so stupid to let Jolene and Samson get to her, but the stress of the war and losing Samson to a liar was just killing her. She may be tough on the outside, but on the inside she was tearing down and breaking apart. Harley sighed, and leaned her head against the pillow, and took shallow breaths to ease the pain that was located in her sides. God, prom had been the worst thing ever, but at least she had gotten her point across to Jolene that she wasn’t going down without a fight. From what she had heard from people coming in and out of the medical wing, Jolene suffered from a busted lip, and broken nose that her daddy was going to get fixed with plastic surgery. Harley snorted at the thoughts, and grew angry that people felt sympathy for that girl. Granted, all of them didn’t know that she was a lying bitch who needed a nice less on respect and pretty much everything else. It was strange though because Samson hadn’t been worried about Jolene, he had come to see if she was okay and bring to the medical wing.
Harley had been positive that he would’ve stayed with his girlfriend, and made sure that her precious nose was okay. She was grateful that he had helped her though because if he hadn’t said anything to her about it, she wouldn’t have gone. Harley would’ve carried on in the corner, and waited for Kansas to finish up. Ah, Kansas. The little Earth girl had visited a few hours ago to bring her clothes, and some other things that she believed Harley needed. The redhead couldn’t help but chuckled at her sister when she had walked in with a bag of things like Harley’s favorite bear, and a picture of Kansas, Harley, Charolette, and their parents, and her ipod. It amused Harley to know that Kansas was more motherly of Harley than Harley was of her. She knew that she should try to take care of her sister more, but Kansas was very much capable of taking care of herself, and apparently her big sister. This sucks. Nothing like spending the rest of winter break in the medical wing with nothing to do, and no one to talk to. The so called nurse was on break, so Harley was here alone for like an hour. She had half a mind to get up, pack all her crap, and leave. What would she get here that she couldn’t get at home?
What she could get at home was a T.V., and good food. Here she got sterile rooms, somewhat okay food, and a ceiling that didn’t have enough tiles for Harley to count. The redhead had counted them last night when she had arrived, though she could barely remember it. When the nurse had given her pain medications Harley started to see doubles. It was like her mind was wide awake, but her body was begging her to let the medication work. Her mind had been too wired to do any of that though. Her mind had been on Samson, and how great he had looked, then it had jumped around to Jolene and images of Samson and the girl getting married and having little Jolene-Samson babies. That had made Harley bawl like a baby, but after five minutes of crying her mind was ready to move on to something else. Harley’s mind had wandered to the park, and the first kiss she and Samson had shared there, then it went to the last kiss they had shared at the lake.
Harley winced painfully at the thought of the lake, and how Samson had just left her there. With a deep breath the Fire student placed her legs over the edge of the bed, and started to get up from the bed. She was tired of sitting, and since no one was here to say other wise, she was going to get up, and move around. Once standing, Harley straightened out her shorts, then grabbed the jacket that Kansas had sent over, and put it on. Harley walked slowly towards the end of the bed when she heard noises coming from the other side of the infirmary door. Was the nurse back? Shit, if the nurse was back then Harley would be in some serious trouble for being up and out of bed. If it wasn’t the nurse, she could still get in some serious trouble for being out of bed. Crap.
[Bad Harley, moving and crap. xD]
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Post by samson on Dec 1, 2011 21:59:54 GMT -5
Samson knew he was in a predicament. A huge predicament. It was all he could think of as he sat in the Thunder common room, rubbing his forehead with a hand. It’s quiet, he thought off-handedly. There was a girl sitting on a cushiony loveseat and reading, a guy on his laptop, and between the three, not a word was spoken. Such was the condition of the Thunder elementals. They weren’t close-knit at all, not like their Fire allies, and rather liked to keep to himself. He really did belong there. Probably why he found it so nice to stay in the dorms, even though Beatrice’s shop was more of a home. Or rather, he felt like the child of divorce, switching between two homes. He was sure the other two students could not see his discomfort, his antsiness. He crossed his ankles, long legs stretching out, but couldn’t find anything else to do with himself. The Academy was still closed for winter break, so there was really nothing for him to do.
Except visit Harley. He felt a twist in his chest, as if someone wrapped their fingers around it and wrung it out like a rag. He didn’t know what to do about her, about Jolene, about this suspicion. He wanted answers, and neither of them had told him anything. Therefore, he didn’t know who to believe. Your girlfriend, one side argued, even though the other side told him that he should be trusting the girl he knew he still loved. He felt like an asshole thinking about that, like he was stringing the poor girl along. Jolene definitely deserved better than him, but she had to know that she was a rebound. That this was more of a fling than anything. She had caught him after a break-up—okay, not really a break up, and that thought still hurt him—so she should have been aware of the fact that he was still wounded when she’d hit on him.
He stood rather abruptly, but his companions did not look away from whatever they were doing. The clouds outside the windows looked about ready to dump snow on the world, but he couldn’t know for sure. Not making a sound, he left the room and into the dungeons. Heated thanks to the Fire elementals, it was a place he was not too fond of. The warmth was nice during this season, but he preferred the sun. He preferred summer and light and swimming and everything that he couldn’t enjoy during the winter. Samson supposed he should have known where he was going, but his feet were guiding him to the medical wing before he even understood that he wanted to go there. But he did, of course he did. Jolene was doing fine, Harley had gotten the worse of it, and goddammit, why do I even care? She cheated on him, and yet he couldn’t forget the dance. What was the truth? What was it all about?
These thoughts brought determination, and guided him to the building. He found Harley’s room easily and when he opened the door, Sam found the girl standing. Well, seeming as if she was trying to sand. He blinked at her, gave her a sideways look. Incredulous. He closed his eyes when he went to fish out his phone, and texted out, ”What are you doing up?” He knew she wasn’t in the best shape—of course not—and he didn’t want her to go walking anywhere, since it looked like she was about to ditch. Samson wasn’t having that. He placed a hand on her shoulder, trying not to think too much of the contact, and gently urged her back to the bed. Why do I still care? he wondered again, berating himself for his stupidity. But he knew that he needed answers no matter what.
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Post by shiloh on Dec 4, 2011 21:15:53 GMT -5
Being on bed rest was not sitting with Harley well, obviously since she was trying to breakout of the medical wing. Was it painful trying to move when she shouldn't? Yes. It was very painful for her. Harley grunted, but refused to let the pain show on her face. Oh how she wished she could be doped up on that good stuff. The nurse said she wouldn't get as much because they didn't want her getting addicted to it. Harley scoffed at the thought, then had passed out. It had probably been comical to see her passed out like that. Harley probably drooled and everything. That wasn't something she really wanted to think about though; drooling was not attractive. Harley shuddered at the thought of an attractive guy seeing her like that, and her thoughts went straight to Samson. Oh dear Lord! That would just be embarassing! Her embarassment was short lived when the mysterious person behind the door entered the room.
Samson. Lovely, just freaking lovely. Harley watched as he closed his eyes, and show her his phone. She read what he had typed to her, but flinched when his hand came to rest against her shoulder. It wasn't that he had hurt her, it was just it had been awhile since she had had contact with Samson. Harley desperately wished she had some pain medication for the conversation that was about to happen between them. Harley knew that's why he was here; to get the information he wanted. Slowly and painfully, Harley climbed into the bed. "Oh, you know, walking around. I thought it would be just so much fun,
[/color]" Harley said dryly. Really, she didn't want to be sarcastic with Samson, but she was feeling a tad bit bitter. Could people really blame her though? Honestly, it was just how she felt. After she was settled into her bed with minimal wincing. Harley didn't want Samson to know that she was in pain, physically and in the heart. Harley leaned her head against the pillow, and gestured to a chair that was next to the bed for Samson to sit in. " So, what do I owe the pleasure to seeing you? Jolene not have you under 24 hour watch?[/color]" Harley's voice was dripping with sarcasm. Jolene. What a stupid girl, and stupid song. Harley felt that the song was true to their situation, but Harley would come out on top. Even if Harley didn't get Samson back. Harley sighed, and looked over to Samson. " I'm sorry, I don't mean to rude towards you. I'm just..angry.[/color]" [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Dec 5, 2011 16:59:38 GMT -5
Samson was relatively unaffected by Harley’s less-than-warm reply as she got back into bed. At least she listened to him. He was used to her attitude and snippiness sometimes—he’d known her for long enough that it didn’t really bother him. Not that tempers usually did anyway, which was handy when your allies are Fires. He never really got too upset if someone was short with him, just brushed it off. Or—if he was particularly bothered—he trolled them just a little bit. He was spiteful often, but usually that was when he was physically attacked. It took a lot to get him angry about something small.
The Thunder boy looked around at the room, feeling sorry for Harley. He could see why she wanted to move around. Who’d want to be stuck in this depressing place? Still, it wasn’t a good idea to be moving around. ”How do you feel?” he texted out to show her, because he still cared, and he was still polite. It was a question that needed to be asked, of course, and he had no qualms with asking it. Even though there were things he’d like to get from her other than her well-being, it was still important to him. Always would be, no matter how he felt about her. Fucking soft, huh, he thought, though his expression betrayed none of his inner thoughts. He was a pro at that, after all, and he wondered how much Harley was aware of with him. Was she like Beatrice, where she just knew his mood with one look? Probably. He wouldn’t put it past his ex..
He narrowed his eyes at her retort, though he didn’t feel too angry. He was just irritated by all the secrets there seemed to be, and exhausted. Very exhausted. Samson merely shook his head when she apologize. If he couldn’t handle her, he’d never had dated her. No, her snippy comment didn’t bother him, the trouble there was between her and Jolene was what bothered him. Why had there even been a fight between the two girls, and what the hell had they been talking about at the prom? These are the questions he came for answers to. Of course, he also wanted to visit Harley, but he wasn’t about to say that out loud, now was he? ”That much is apparent. I’d like to know why.” He wasn’t about to skirt around this. He deserved to know, right? His girlfriend and ex just duked it out while he was left looking like an idiot, no idea about what was going on. It was only fair that he could find out what exactly had happened between the two girls. Between he and Harley, even.
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Post by shiloh on Dec 7, 2011 21:40:43 GMT -5
Harley looked over at Samson as he typed away on his phone. Her green eyes glanced away from him for a moment, and began to think about her words. Harley didn't want to upset Samson in anyway, buther emotions were everywhere. Honestly, it wasn't her fault she was hormonal, and feeling betrayed by someone she thought was her friend. Harley sneered at the wall, almost as if it had been Jolene herself. It would be the last time Harley would trust another female. Other than the female friends she already had, but still. Harley was going to be hesistant on what she told people anymore. It made her angry that she had trusted someone enough to open up, and they had used it against her. It was like a slap in the face. Having Samson date that same girl had been a slap in the face, and so quickly. Harley grumbled to herself, then turned back to Samson.
Her eyes went to read what he had said through text. "How do you feel?" Harley frowned, and thought about how she should answer that. She could tell him how she felt or how she was feeling. Harley was going to go with the second option. She didn't want to burden Samson with how she felt anymore. Harley just figured he was being nice when he had come to visit her. "I'd be better if the nurse gave me some pain medications, but other than that I'm fine,
[/color]" she lied easily. The bad thing was that Samson probably knew. That was the thing about the two of them; they could tell. Harley could tell when Samson was in deep thought, worried, or angry. It took her a while to get the faces right, but she had managed. Harley gave him a sad smile, and said, " What's going on in that head of yours, Samson?[/color]" Harley watched as Samson narrowed his eyes at her, and supressed a chuckle. She frowned for a moment, and thought about how to answer. She contemplated on the answer, and found it almost difficult to answer him. " I didn't cheat on you, Samson. Yet, you believed her over me. I think I have a right to be angry; I trusted her, and she betrayed that.[/color]" Harley looked away as tears formed around her eyes, but she wuickly wiped it away. " I love you,[/color]" she whispered. [sorry for the shortness] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Dec 8, 2011 15:38:09 GMT -5
Samson’s gaze was hard, piercing. Arms still crossed. Not yet angry, just frustrated. Confused. Desperate. What the fuck is going on Harley? The lack of answers may begin to crush him, he believed, a horrible case of irony. The worst thing, he couldn’t come out and say it, or yell at her, or otherwise show ho aggravated it made him. So he didn’t. He kept his face a smooth slate, watching Harley—who seemed to show her irritability—like a hawk. She told him that she was fine, and he nodded, not showing his skepticism. He could check with the nurse and get her some Advil or something, because he didn’t think she as very fine. He lifted an eyebrow at her question, and then shook his head with a light exhale that sounded like it could have been a laugh. What’s going on in his head? Wouldn’t you like to know.
There seemed to be a major miscommunication between the two. Didn’t cheat on me… Hands gripping his crossed arms, he simply studied her ithout moving. By now he was aware that he’d made one mistake. He should have talked to Harley when he got the text, but he’d just followed his gut instinct. Speaking of texts, he uncrossed his arms to write out, ”Why would Jolene lie? You two were friends.” Samson used past tense, since obviously they weren’t friends anymore. Well, maybe they could be, but he wasn’t the type to forgive easily after a fight. However, he was also on the cusp of an epiphany, one that he was trying to refrain from coming into full realization. It was close and it made him ill at ease. He hoped that he was in the right. He had to be.
Samson saw her tear, and his stomach flipped. He tensed, closed his eyes as he sighed. “I love you too,” a big part of him wanted to tell her. But he couldn’t. Love was a big wore, not in letters but in meaning and they were exes. This wasn’t how these things worked. ”Then tell me what is going on between you and Jolene,” he texted out, his fingers gliding across the keyboard in containted urgency. Was he being pushy. I deserve it. He knew that, he was entitled to these answers, ones that Harley appeared to have. He wanted to know why the two girls had gotten into a fight, and what their cryptic words—to his ears—were for.
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Post by shiloh on Dec 12, 2011 19:52:44 GMT -5
Having Samson's gaze on her was beinning to make her feel weird. If only he could read minds, it would make her life so much better. Harley wouldn't have to verbal say anything to him, and he could just figure everything out for himself. He would be able to see how innocent she was, and how evil Jolene was being. As much as she wish all that could happen, Harley knew she was on her own on proving herself innocent of any crimes. Harley lifted a brow at Samson, but said nothing to him. She glanced away from him to the floor, and stared for a while. Harley didn't want to stare at him, that would just be too awkward for her. She didn't want to be one of those odd people that gaze into anothers eyes just to try and read them. If Samson wanted her to read him, he'd let her.
The redhead watched as Samson watched her. She was curious, but said nothing until he asked her the question. Harley snorted at the question, and gave him a look. "Tell me Samson, how long did it take for her to throw herself at you? A day? A week?
[/color]" She gave him a level look, not revealing her true anger. " What friend would date another friends' ex at that? Seriously, we have a girl code here,"[/color] she asked him. It was a rhetorical question of course, but if he answered, well that was great too. Sometimes Harley worried about Samson, and his antisocial ways. He just didn't understand that what Jolene did was not okay, and that she was going to pay. She couldn't look at him anymore. Harley kept her eyes focused on her hands that laid in her lap, and just looked at them. She couldn't believe she had said that to him. She had been planning to NOT let that slip out, and give him the upper hand. Now he knew she more than emotional. No, no this would not due at all. The only thing Harley looked at when she looked up were the words typed across Samson's phone. Her eyes glazed over with building tears, but she blinked them away. She would not cry anymore than she already had. " Can't you tell? Jolene is obessed with you. After I introduced you two all she asked me was things about you, then she stopped talking to me after awhile,[/color]" her voice had cracked, but she regained herself. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Dec 13, 2011 19:20:50 GMT -5
A part of Samson was hoping he made Harley uncomfortable, but that was the mean part, the spiteful part that didn’t know what to believe anymore and wanted the girl to join in on his suffering. But there was a better part of him that just wanted to make things okay between them again, even if that just meant being able to be around her without all these…feelings getting involved. The look Harley gave made him uncomfortable, and he almost darted his eyes away. He held up a finger. One day. Not even actually. He quickly folded it back into a fist and hung his arm loosely next to his side. Okay, so Harley had a reason to be upset about that. There was the whole waiting period people had to go through after break-ups…especially since this hadn’t been a very orthodox break-up.
He held up his finger again, and this time it was so that he could type out another text. ”I apologize for my ignorance of the girl code.” Even through text, it sounded bitter and sarcastic. He added on, ”She’s just a rebound.” If he were speaking, he’d have hesitated before saying rebound. Did that make him a horrible guy? Did that make him sound like a scumbag? Well, it was true, and he hoped to God that Jolene understood that. He didn’t really have intentions of making it last, not that he was going to go cheat on her or anything. Hell no. He had just wanted someone to take his mind off of Harley, and she had done just that for him.
Samson noticed that Harley wouldn’t meet his gaze and almost sighed. He was tense, he could feel his muscles clenching, and he didn’t really know why. Harley just did that to him. Her answer to his words jarred him, but it wasn’t really what he was most worried about. Without much warning, he headed into the adjacent bathroom and grabbed some toilet paper beefore re-entering Harley’s room and holding it out to her. No tissues, that was the best he could do. Then, he texted. ”So…you’re telling me that she lied because she is obssessed with me.” He sat down on the edge of her bed. It was a lot to take in. The worst part about this was that he believed Harley. He knew her better than he ever knew Jolene, and he knew she wouldn’t lie about something like this. Sam turned his gaze to his ex, but looked down at the phone in his hands. What now? Hesitatly, he texted out, ”I’m sorry.” It wasn’t like he knew or anything, but…god, did he feel terrible.
He shifted his eyes up again and almost elaborated on that statement that would have sounded so much better from his mouth. Instead of trying to add sincerity to a flat, digital text message, he took her in his arms, careful not to hurt her, and placed his lips against her forehead, staying put for a few moments. He understood the tears and the fighting and he didn’t know how to make it better. He wanted to talk to Jolene, do something to get revenge on her for what she did to Harley. To his and Harley’s relationship. Plus, it kind of scared him, the idea of someone being obssessed with him. The blond had suddenly become a lot more creepier in his eyes. He pulled back and wrote out, ”Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” It proved that yes, he believed her because he was sick of not listening to her and sick of how things were. He wanted Harley to be truthful, and so he’d let himself believe that she was. Because comparing her to Jolene, Harley was the better woman.
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Post by shiloh on Dec 13, 2011 22:18:49 GMT -5
Harley narrowed her eyes at Samson's one finger. It had taken her one day to throw herself at him. Jolene had been worse than Harley had orginally thought. The girl had to know she was being used. Seriously, someone doesn't just move on that quickly. It didn't make Harley any less angry though. It actually made her more upset, not just at Jolene, but at Samson too. Granted she had already been upset with Samson, but still. It stung to know that he had moved on from her so quickly. It felt as though all their times together had meant nothing to him. Harley shook her head, but said nothing about it.
The girl scoffed at him. Who didn't know the girl code? It was almost the same as the guy code. "You should get educated just in case something like this happens again,
[/color]" Harley mumbled. It was hard to keep the look of shock off her face when he said that Jolene was just a rebound. It was weird to have him say something like that. Harley wanted to bark at him that that wasn't the gentleman thing to do, but then she realized she'd be defending Jolene. She didn't want that. " Yes, I totally thought you were in love with her. Thank you for clarifying that for me.[/color]" Harley looked at her hands as she talked. She didn't want to make things awkward by looking at him; then she'd have to keep eye contact, and she didn't want that. Not really. Harley glanced up at the noise Samson made getting up. At first she thought that he was going to leave because he was upset that she wouldn't answer him directly. Then she saw that he was going to bathroom. Tears started to spill when he brought her toilet paper; it was a sweet gesture on his part since he didn't really have to do that for her. " Thanks,[/color]" she wiped her escaped tears. Harley didn't want him to see her crying, but she supposed that was something she'd have to get over. Green eyes glanced over to his screen to read what he had texted out, and she nodded in response. Harley didn't trust herself to speak in fear that her voice would crack. Harley gave him a smile when he apologized. It was nice to see that. The redhead was taken aback when Samson pulled her into his arms-gently though- and placed a kiss on her forehead. It took everything she had not to breakdown in tears at the slightest touch from him, but she managed. Harley placed her arms around him, careful not to hurt herself too much. Harley was willing to go through some pain to have him close to her again; she had down just the night before. Harley placed her hand on Samson's cheek, and gave him a kind smile before answering him, " Just please break up with her. We don't even have to be together, I just can't stand to see her with you knowing what she's done.[/color]" [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Dec 16, 2011 16:57:53 GMT -5
Well, Sam’s mood went even further to shit with Harley’s accusing stare, even though he knew he deserved it. Just because you didn’t go for a rebound… he thought defensively. She didn’t have a boyfriend, after all, and the selfish part of him was glad. However, the part that realized how douchy it was to think like that recognized how Harley must have felt about Jolene. He texted out another message. ”It was a dick move. I’m sorry.” At least he could apologize for that—he knew how to be courteous when the occasion called for it, especially when that occasion involved Harley. He tried to be careful around her because...Samson didn’t know if he could define what he felt for her because he was just a jumbled mess.
It was difficult, both of them being sarcastic personalities, but he decided that sniping at her wasn’t the best way to go. He didn’t care about any code, be it girl code, guy code, or morse code. All he did he just…followed his instinct. He didn’t give a fuck about codes. Thinking about Jolene being a rebound made him wonder—would there be anyone after Harley? What did he want now? I want her, he thought, unbiddened even though he understood that beyond all else. Should he tell her that? Should he say how much he missed her or would that be too sudden, too quick?
Like everyone else this fine day, seeing her cry made him feel terrible. He wondered if there was anything baser than shit, and decided that no, shit was the perfect word to describe him at this point. When she touched his cheek, he brushed back a strand of hair behind her ear and it felt strange to have this affection for her. This very conflicted, defeated affection. But is look was serious. He nodded when she told him o break up with Jolene. ”Don’t think I want a stalker,” he texted when he pulled away, an attempt at joking. He looked down at his phone as he debated something else he wanted ot text her, something he wanted to say. ”We don’t even have to be together.” There was apprehension in his chest, but he moved beyond it to slowly type out, ”I want to be together with you. But I can understand if what I did is unforgiveable. But I still want you.”
If he had been speaking, there would have been a lot of hesitation. Pausing. Did he deserve her back? Hell no. What he had done was pretty dickish, more than dickish actually, and Harley had every right to unch him in the face for what he said. But he was being honest with her, telling her what he wanted. He wanted what they used to have. Even if things changed thanks to this, he still wanted her. And not Jolene. And not some other girl. Just Harley..
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Post by shiloh on Dec 25, 2011 16:15:59 GMT -5
Harley felt the tiniest of guilty when she turned her accusing stare on Samson, but he deserved it. For the most part anyways. Harley had had herself a rebound, but it hadn't taken one day for her, more like weeks. Plus, Devin wasn't out to destroy Samson's life, and take Harley from him, now was he? No, he wasn't. Devin had been a really good friend, and the greatest distraction from Samson. They didn't even talk about it, and they were back to normal. Just friends. The redhead shrugged at Samson, and said nothing. Yeah, it had been a dick move, but she wouldn't hold it against him forever; it wasn't Harley's style to do that. Was she still upset? Hell yes, but what would be the point in staying angry about it? It seemed pointless to keep a grudge like that. All Harley wanted to do was get even.
Oh, the attraction she felt for Samson was undeniable. It was strange for her to have him being affectionate towards her after so long. Though, really it had only been a month or two, but it had felt like forever. Harley let a slight chuckle escape her lips, before saying, "Too late, I suppose.
[/color]" Harley stared at Samson for a moment wondering what was going through his mind. He could be thinking anything; his blank stares didn't give her any idea on what he was thinking, and she wished desperately that she could read minds. Had what she said to Jolene been true that night at prom? Did he think of her when he had kissed Jolene? That would be a low blow for Jolene if it were. When she read his next words, all she could do was stare at the words. Samson still wanted to be with her. Harley was speechless for a few moments, trying to gather the ability to speak again. How she had waited for those words for a long time; to see those simple words. " He still wants to be with me." There had been a long while that she thought she and Samson would never be able to get passed this bitterness. That Jolene would forever drive a wedge between the two of them. If that had happened, Harley would've been broken on the inside for the rest of her life time. " That's just stupid. Of course I want to be with you, Samson. I wouldn't have done what I did,[/color]" she said softly. This is what Harley wanted, to be with Samson. Harley smiled at Samson softly, and knew that no one would be able to replace him. She would never want anyone other than him; Just Samson. [sorry for the wait. I've been museless; still am, but I wanted to post.] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Dec 25, 2011 20:00:06 GMT -5
He lifted his eyebrows, nodding slightly. Even though he was mostly joking, that was a little bit concerning. ”Well, restraining orders are possible.” After writing out that text, he took her hand in his, lacing his fingers through hers. He wanted to show just how sorry he was for everything, even though he explaining it to her through text. He still believed that could be considered insincere, like greeting cars that people simply signed the bottom of. If there was anyone to actually make up for what he did, he hadn’t thought of it yet. Right now, he was slowly sorting through his feelings and the events that had just occurred. Meanwhile considering what he was going to do about Jolene, how he was going to break it off with her holding the new information of her obsession.
The silence sort of freaked Samson out, but he waited patiently for her to respond. If she wanted to be just friends, that would be fine. It would hurt like a mother fucker, but he respected her decisions and choices. Besides, he deserved less than the friend-zone. He deserved to be put out with the trash…or flushed down the toilet with how shitty he felt .The thought may have made him almost-laugh any other time, but her silence was quickening his heart rate and he was currently fretting about the situation at hand. Maybe he should have kept this to himself? Maybe—if he just didn’t write it—he could give her space and slowly work his way back into her heart.
It was a heap of irony to hear Harley claim that its stupid not to want to be with him, not to be accepting him back after what he’d done. Why was she doing this? Why did she even fight for me in the first place? He was a disgrace of a boyfriend, that was for sure. And that’s what he was to her now, right? A boyfriend again? He couldn’t deny that he liked it, but… ”I will be your slave from this day out,” he texted out after disentangling his hand from hers. ”I’ve got a lot of making up to do. So anything you need at this moment?” He felt like he needed to atone for his stupidity and dickish behavior for the past few months. Because as much as he felt Harley deserved someone better, he wanted her to be with him. That wasn’t too bad of a thing, right? After all, he’d try his best to be the boyfriend she deserved. No more scew-ups.
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