Megan Elizabeth Baker (megs) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2011-03-15 12:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | justin finch-fletchley, megan jones |
Who: Justin Finch Fletchley and Megan Jones
Where: Their flat
When: Middle of the night
What: Apology
Rating: R
To say Justin was unimpressed with tonight’s events would be a huge understatement. He rolled over to the left, before rolling over to the right - this of course had been repeated to the brink of not being able to recall how many times he had actually completed the task of rolling over - he couldn’t get comfortable. The couch wasn’t actually that big, really he had no idea how Megan and himself had managed to pull of their task a few weeks ago, without nearly falling off or pulling a muscle. Justin groaned and punched his pillow. What was the time? He lifted up his watch (the that Megan gave him; the one that had himself sending disapproving head shake his way) and saw (once he got around the pissed off megan) it was nearly 12. Megan was probably fast asleep, spread all out and enjoying their bed all to herself. While Justin had to suffer through finding a comfortable spot to rest his legs. They were far too cramped for this couch. Actually, Justin was going to buy a new couch tomorrow. He sighed, he really didn’t want to spend another night on the couch, he really didn’t want Megan to be mad at him for another night either, but what could he do? Apologise? Well he could, he really shouldn’t have said that to her. Especially after their anniversary night. But, it wasn’t like he hadn’t not meant it either. He sighed, he missed her damn French mumblings. He practised his own French, letting the phrase ‘Je t'aime’ escape from his lips, but it wasn’t the same and after a few times he stopped. He looked at his watch again, it read 12:01 and Justin decided he was going to hurl his pillow at the wall. He didn’t though, but he did decide on punching it again.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. There was no way he would be getting any sleep tonight if he stayed out here, the apology would just have to happen. He picked up his pillow and walked back towards their room, holding it out in front of his stomach. He made a pact to himself, only if she was awake he would apologise, because you know it would be rude to wake her up. Justin peeked his head inside and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, so he could see what road he would have to take.