laurel lancaster: fun, hot, and kind of a bitch. (suggestively) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-12-14 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, callum nightingale, laurel lancaster |
WHO: Callum and Laurel.
WHAT: A casual goodbye turns way more awkward than anyone expected.
WHEN: Sometime Thursday evening.
WHERE: On campus. Possibly near the lake?
WARNINGS: None.
STATUS: Complete!
Laurel sighed, twirling a lock of her blonde hair around her finger. Callum had been speaking for the last five minutes, but as her attention span was far less than that, she'd already tuned him out. Was it something about traveling? Skiing? She didn't know, and she didn't really care. All that mattered was when it was her turn to talk again, after all. She glanced up at him, giving him a smile and nod to show feigned interest. "Mhm." Although Laurel liked Cal's company well enough, she was far more interested in the physical company he was able to provide. He was fit, he was a decent kisser and he knew how to have fun, when he wasn't talking about god-knows-what. "Mhm," she muttered again, her attention now focused on her ragged, broken nails. She really needed a manicure. Callum was completely unaware that Laurel wasn't actually paying attention to him. He enjoyed telling stories and was used to having an audience who enjoyed the stories and Laurel, as his girlfriend, was meant to be no different. Except that she wasn't officially his girlfriend, he knew they'd never discussed whether or not this was exclusive and he wasn't blind to her other flirtations on the network but he was a one girl at a time sort of guy (despite giving gifts to other girls, but they were his nightmare girls so that didn't count) and as a one girl at a time sort of guy he considered Laurel to be his girlfriend even if he wasn't her boyfriend. "You'll have a lot of fun," he told her, finishing up one of his Switzerland stories. Compared to some of his others they weren't the best stories but he still thought they were interesting. He leant in and kissed her briefly, which was hopefully enough to regain her attention that he still hadn't realised he'd lost. "I loved Switzerland and I love you so you'll love Switzerland." Perfect logic. "I'm glad you decided to go away," he continued as if the last utterance was no big deal. "Your sister come around to the idea?" Laurel had returned the kiss easily enough, but the subsequent words that spilled from Callum's mouth had nearly freeze in fear. Had he just said -- no, but that couldn't be right. They weren't even dating. She shifted uncomfortably, easing herself a few feet away from Callum in none too subtle a fashion. "What?" Laurel wasn't sure she wanted him to repeat his words -- in fact, she was certain she didn't want it -- but at the same time, she needed to know she hadn't misheard. “What?” Callum repeated, wanting to clarify what it was that she wanted him to repeat, even though he had a pretty good idea what she meant. He’d had bad reactions to saying that before but that didn’t make it any easier each time it happened. “It’s not a big deal,” he assured her instead of repeating himself. From experience saying it again often made it worse. To him it wasn’t a big deal, just something he always said in relationships. Not saying it was much weirder than saying it. Was he playing dumb? Barely able to refrain from rolling her eyes, Laurel coughed awkwardly. "Did you say -- what did you just say, honey?" She herself couldn't even repeat the words -- they were just that terrifying. Laurel wasn't the "commitment" type; in fact, the very word made her want to flee. Commitment and relationships were for her sister, Lucy; there was only one guy that Laurel herself had ever fallen for, and she still wasn't sure whether that was because of the constant stream of drugs that he had supplied, or his personality itself. Callum wasn’t the commitment type either. He liked the idea of it, often rushing into relationships and saying things like ‘I love you’ because of it, and then trying to find a way out of it not long after. Usually by leaving the country without telling the girlfriend of the time where he was going. Which should have been his first clue that when he thought he was in love he wasn’t really but he still liked to believe he was. Being in love was meant to be one of the greatest things, who wouldn’t want to try recreate that with every girl they dated? “I said I love you,” he repeated, moving closer to her again. “And that you’ll have a great time in Switzerland.” "Um," Laurel said, her eyes wide. It took quite a lot to render her speechless, but Callum had managed to do it with three simple words and an earnest expression. Oh god. Scrambling for her phone, she hopped up from the ground where they sat. "Um," she said, glancing down at it and feigning surprise (badly). "Oh, look. Lucy needs me. Like, now. I should go." "Oh. Alright," he said, trying but failing to hide his disappointment, not convinced by her 'Lucy needs me' act but also not wanting to push it, her discomfort with the situation was obvious even if he couldn't understand why she felt that way. "Have a good break, Laurel." "Right, you too, honey," she said distractedly, already making a beeline for the dorm. Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod. Break was just a day away, she kept repeating to herself as she walked down the path, resisting the urge to glance behind her. Break was only a day away, and by the time they came back, this whole thing would have blown over. |