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organo (organo) wrote in ecorridor_rpg,
@ 2009-04-25 16:28:00

Who: Patrick + Emily
What: Studytimes, surprisingly.
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Field by East Tower
Rating: Probably PG-13 for Patrick's profanities that he manages to throw in.

With a pile of books and a roll of parchments in hand, Patrick made his way out toward the field by the East Tower where he intended to meet Emily for some kind of damage assessment. Finals were coming up and he knew he wasn't going to do very well but the worst part about it was that Patrick didn't know how much he didn't know. He couldn't just fuck around with these exams like he did last year, where he managed to scoop up enough to continue; this time, if he didn't pass, he wasn't going to be staying.

And as much as he hated being here, there was a small part of his heart that implored him to stay. That small part was strong enough to compel him to ask for help even when it seemed impossible. He'd never admit to himself or anybody what that small part came from, or who it belonged to.

It was mid-afternoon and the sun was shining up ahead. The grounds showed more signs of life than usual, as most people elected to stay to study. Patrick found a patch of grass underneath the shade of an Oak and he threw the books to his side as he sat, making a messy pile next to him. Folding his arms around his knees, he looked around for his red-headed study mate.

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emmy_emcee
2009-05-01 04:47 am UTC (link)

Emily slammed the book closed and dropped it onto the pile of parchments, looking up at him. "I don't understand you," she said, the softness of her tone surprising even her slightly. "I'm not pissed off with you, I'm just-" she paused a moment, chewing on her thumbnail. "I couldn't be pissed off with you. You just...frustrate me."

She wouldn't agree with anyone who said boys and girls couldn't be friends without things getting complicated. She had a whole load of guy friends. It was just Patrick.

It was Patrick. Her Patrick.

Emily began to pick at the grass as well. "Is it me? Am I doing something? I mean, something to..." she scratched her nose, smudging a little dirt over it. "...make you want to kiss me, then make you want to erase it from your memory."

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organo
2009-05-04 04:02 pm UTC (link)

Patrick wouldn't look at her. He only grunted in acknowledgment of her comment. He was the one that was frustrating? It was her, if anything. It was her hair. And her face. And the way she talked. And the way she made him feel when she was around him.

Maybe he was the one who was being frustrating.

He peered over his shoulder and saw the smudge on her face. "You have some dirt on your nose," he paused to ponder about his response.

"You aren't doing anything bad," he began. "It's the opposite of that. You're doing everything good. Great. Excellent. For the first time in my life, I feel like I have somebody who cares about me." Patrick turned away from her, putting his head down, his hair dangling over his face. "And I don't want to lose that."

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emmy_emcee
2009-05-04 04:24 pm UTC (link)

Emily crossed her eyes to try and see her nose, rubbing it with her sleeve to try and clean it.

"I do care about you," she said quietly, watching him, or at least the curtain of hair that hid his face. "You know I do. Is that so bad- why do you think...why do you think you'll lose me? We've been through enough shit together, Patrick, and we're still here. I know, last time-" she let that sentence trail off, because there was no need to emphasise that. "Do you just want to be miserable because you're scared of being happy with someone? Will you just settle with that?" Emily snapped, regretting it immediately.

"Sorry. I didn't...mean that. I care about you. I more than care about you. You're my best friend."

Hesitantly and almost bravely she edged her way over the gap between them, placing her hand on his shoulder.

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organo
2009-05-04 05:03 pm UTC (link)

He clenched his teeth as she raised her voice. Patrick didn't want to admit it, but she was right-he was just making her (and himself) absolutely miserable by not letting their friendship evolve into something more. This was getting far too deep for him. His feelings were surfacing and his fears were manifesting in a way he never wanted them to.

The touch on his shoulder was too much. In a storm, he got up, and started to gather his belongings. He couldn't respond to Emily right now, not when he was vulnerable.

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emmy_emcee
2009-05-05 05:10 am UTC (link)

Emily let her hand fall and this time she was really fighting back the urge not to cry. To cover that up she just glared, watching him gather his things.

Then there was the rush of deep regret that he might completely fail his exams because of her. Because of her. Because she couldn't...draw a line. She was just causing more huge problems.

"Patrick, don't go-" Emily said finally, although her voice was too desperately pleading rather than soft, encouraging. "Please? I won't...please stay?"

She knew it was futile.

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	organo 2009-05-06 04:54 pm UTC (link)
	It was futile. He finished gathering up his things without even giving her a look. As he left, he fought the urge to utter even a goodbye, walking quicker to escape her wimpering. He knew that if he even opened his mouth, he would let out a tirade of emotion that he'd regret later on. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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