WHO: Zoe & Greed WHEN: Past & Present AU WHERE: Zoe and Mike's apartment WHAT: Greed isn't giving up WARNING: None Note: The log reads backwards
As soon as Greed locked eyes on that waify fucker he threw up in his mouth. Disgusting. "I was just leaving." He wiped his face, that stone wall back because he had nothing he wanted to go home to. It wasn't complete. He brushed past them, his shoulder slamming into Mike's where he played off as an accident. He didn't want anyone to see how hurt he was, and he wanted Mike to think the worst---maybe he'd leave Zoe and Greed could pick up the pieces.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Before she could react to that, they'd hear a key in the door and she whirled around as the door opened and in walked her former ex and now soon to be husband. She heaved a sigh of relief and practically flew over to him, her arms going around him, one hand to the back of his head. "Hey baby." he said and kissed her head as he put one arm around her waist. His eyes immediately went to the big blonde beefcake in his living room and he raised a brow at Zoe for an explanation.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 8:39 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: He didn't know how he was going to walk out the door with his feet filled with lead. His face twitched with such anguish. "The ive managed to do what I was always afraid of. I've destroyed you." And he wanted to just run away and be the one who jumped off a cliff. He put his hand on his stomach because he was dying inside and it was worse than any death he'd ever experienced. "And I've killed myself." He was going to lose it. Nothing was going to take this away. Her not knowing was so much worse now. And he'd stripped her of all the things he'd done to make them grow together. Now Greed had nothing.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: "It is now." she said because maybe it hadn't been once, somehow, but now, all that he said wasn't going to happen. She was with Mike. "How are you saving it? Mike's mom is on the board of the university, where I have my job. This is where I live, with Mike, if we break up, where do I go? Without him and his family, I have no one. And it's not perfect.... but it's stable. It's good enough." she shook her head, "I can't... I can't give up everything for.... clouds." he hadn't offered her anything except a feeling and she wasn't the Zoe he'd met in the future, she was the Zoe who never found her courage because he hadn't been there to guide her to it.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 8:27 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "It wasn't a dream." He wiped back his own tears that managed to escape. "I'm not trying to ruin your life, I'm trying to save it." He always came on so strong but he was going to break down. This was his collapse because she'd just set fire to his future. And if he were honest with himself he'd been sitting there with the match and gasoline poured all over it six years ago.
He stood up but he'd been gutted and now he wanted to pout and try to singe that pain. He'd never felt pain so deep before and he hated it.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: The more he talked, the more her features softened. He was describing basically everything she ever wanted. Two stray tears fell down her cheeks and she quickly wiped at them. "Yeah... that sounds like a really nice dream. But this is reality. And even after the shitty shitty things you did to me, I told you we could be friends and I wanted to be your friend, Chance. I TRIED to be your friend but all you keep doing is trying to ruin my life. I'm not... I'm not the girl who throws everything away for.... for whatever you think this is. And if you were my friend you wouldn't be doing this to me." and she wiped another tear because he was really hurting her by doing this.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 8:13 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: He took a deep breath and settled more normally on the couch, his feet back on the ground. He thought back to that day he dropped into the future. "Something I think I always wanted but never admitted to. You came out to me with more acceptance and love than I've ever seen. The me you were with did things I had never dreamed of. He shared things, he was devoted to you, he held your hand. He had felt things for you that I thought were unnatural and disgusting. You knew who I was and still loved me. And apparently the sex was a fucking supernova and that's what I focused on. And I decided I was gonna fuck it up, and instead I see now what it was and what I fucked up and part of me is just sitting in limbo---because I want what I saw. That smile, your happiness, the way you could give me all these shitty and amazing feelings all at once, and that fire at the same time." It was the most open he'd been, and maybe she'd still call the psych ward, he didn't care. "You were my friend and even compared to that future me you still treated me like a person---" he shook his head, "and no one does that. No one sees beyond the pretty face and the hot body. I didn't until you."
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: He sounded like a lunatic and as much as she wanted to just tell him to get out, she paused and just stared at him. She still stayed just out of arms reach as she stood there and said, "What did you see?"
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 8:00 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "You don't understand now because I told you who I was and you think it's crazy. I made a deal and I saw the future not just a future." Shit he was going to shoot himself this was driving him so crazy.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She scoffed a laugh, her eyes bugging out, "You saw a future with me? The guy who wouldn't even date me saw a future with me? All you saw was a bed." she said, not believing him when he said 'future', feeling like he was just saying what he thought he should to sleep with her again.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 7:53 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: Maybe he wanted her even more because out of what he did. Maybe because he fucked it up. Maybe because someone else had her and his jealousy was taking root. "Because I saw a future with you and this isn't where you're supposed to be. Because I'm not the same guy I was six years ago. Because I know what it could be, and I know there's nothing else I've ever wanted so bad." Q
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She scrambled out from under him, standing up and out of arm's reach as he sat back, "What are you doing now? I'm engaged. TWO WEEKS from my wedding, living with a guy who I've been in a relationship with forever and you want me to throw it away? For what?" she asked with a bit of snap to her voice because she couldn't leave the safety of what this apartment was. She had no other place to live, she had no other person to love her, she had no other family, her whole world was a guy who just happened to be there at the right time.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 7:45 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: He sat back on his knees, shaking his head. She was going to make him explode, and that vomit in his stomach was swirling around again. "You can't even see me now. You only see me then. Just a shallow asshole and nothing else." Now he knew why she wouldn't let go of Mike. She couldn't see Greed.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: "I was..." she said quietly. Her eyes were wet and she was trying really hard to not cry, "I was a dreamer. And I took a chance six years ago and it exploded in my face." he didn't know how badly that had effected her, the feeling of being so helpless and thrown away. "Maybe. But you know what a mountain is? Strong. And stable. And I rather have a mountain than a cloud that is just going to disappear and let me crash down to earth."
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 7:36 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "You're a dreamer Zoe. You want more than you're getting. I know that because of who I am. I know what people want." He was want itself in a human body. "I know you think it's crazy but I know now why things were so fucked up then, and how different it is now." He was split down the middle and on his training wheels still, but he'd never wanted something more than her right now. "I know you're going to shrivel up if someone doesn't ignite you. A volcano with no fire isn't a volcano. It's a fucking mountain."
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: He never made sense to her and at the same time he knew so much and as much as he confused her, she... understood him. She felt like she did. And she didn't know why. She was pained as he kept talking and she shoved at him, "Maybe he doesn't hold me when I cry but you know what? He's there. He was there for me six years ago, not you. He has been with me for over six years. He wants to MARRY me. And you want me to give that up for what? For a guy who doesn't even date?"
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 7:15 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "I was different six years ago. I saw things at face value. I fucked and apparent to according to you pretty shitty. Mike isn't a relationship, he's controlling you---and maybe I was that shallow bastard but I have more in me than I even knew. And I don't get it, I don't understand it myself, but I know more about you than you even thought you did. I feel that hunger in you, that fire and fuck I want to hang onto it and make it explode." He was getting heated and angry and as emotional as her. "I know he doesn't hold you when you cry, and he tries to cover up the things that make you so fucking fuckable, and he does t make you feel anything. He's just there and you're his doormat." Greed had shown more emotion than he had for even a second those six years ago, she was the one that was going to kill him now.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She shook her head, feeling tears sting her eyes, "No, you don't care. You didn't then and you don't now. If you cared, you wouldn't be trying to ruin my life. If you hadn't been so cruel six years ago, I don't know where I'd be today... " she might have been still in his arms, "But you were and Mike wasn't. Our relationship isn't perfect but no relationship is and he asked me to marry him. You want me to have a roll in the hay with you and destroy my future?" Mike was offering her a home, a husband, a life, Greed was offering her a hot body and a pretty face on loan.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 7:03 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "I think that's just it. I do care abd I feel it's gonna eat me alive. I'd rather fly out of that window for good than to have you tell me I'm wrong. I do want sex, but it's more then that." If he sounded desperate it's because he was. He couldn't lose this.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: There was a tornado in her stomach as he kissed her and she gripped his shirt again, almost getting lost but she broke the kiss and shook her head, getting sad and angry as she said, "I know why the sex was bad.... because you didn't care about me. It was all about you." her voice hitched as she said, "Just like now, it's again all about you." he didn't care that he was turning her life upside down, he was only concerned with what he wanted.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 6:06 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: He didn't care. He didn't care about Mike because he knew in the pit of his stomach that she couldn't end up with Mike. It was a different kind of want then when he'd pursued her six years ago. The prize he been the sex, and now he felt different and he couldn't explain it. He just felt like he he to prove to her she was wrong. And he wanted her to have an affair with him because then she'd see. His hands cupped her face, and he didn't listen to her warnings or the panic she felt. He had to have her. He just needed her so bad.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Part of her wanted him with that same intensity she'd wanted him before. It was that crazy hunger for him that she could explain. She wanted to give in... and six years ago she had. But now, now things were different... and it wasn't who Zoe was as a person to cheat on Mike. "No, no... this is wrong. I'm engaged." she pushed at his chest to try to get space between them. She couldn't think with him so close.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 5:53 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com>wrote: "I can't...." He kissed her neck. He didn't think he could, and maybe he was still awful for manipulating her like this---but it was as if his brain had been reprogrammed. Her insistence in him being bad in bed also challenged him to want to fix it, and con her out of her own wedding.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Her stomach tightened and she closed her eyes, this had been such a mistake to let him come tothe dress store, inside the apartment, to have slept with him that first night! She felt weak with him, like it did feel right.. but it wasn't. It couldn't be. "Stop..." she said again but her voice was hushed. He was clouding her mind and she was starting to panic.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 5:37 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "Then why does it feel so right?" He kissed her cheek, where those freckles were so beautifully displayed. He couldn't help it, sending goosebumps across her skin as his nose ghosted her neck. God damn her.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Her hands curled into the fabric of his shirt and for a moment, maybe even two or three moments, she was totally there in that kiss with him. It was a glimmer of how she wanted to feel. Loved, cherished, wanted, desired. How he had made her feel for one fleeting moment before. And maybe.. maybe she did kiss him back but the reality was she was two weeks from her wedding and a stranger was kissing her on her fiancee's couch. She pushed at his chest, "You have to stop..." this was so so wrong.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 5:27 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "I know....but...I can't help myself...." And he kept kissing her breaking her brain little by little. He didn't give two shits about her fiancée. He wanted answers out of her (and maybe he was a little turned on), thinking maybe he could rectify this problem of what she thought was bad sex.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She was surprised and stunned by tht kiss. That's right... the sex had been meh but his kisses... well they always made her feel weak in the knees. She's pretty sure his kisses were what convinced her to sleep with him. After he kissed her, she pushed at his chest and said, "That's not licking!" then paused and added, "Wait no, don't lick me either!"
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 5:20 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: His arms were on either side of her, and that crazy asshole kissed her again. In between those seductive kisses he asked the question again. Maybe if he fogged up her brain she'd loosen up. "Tell me."
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Hadn't he said something about sprinkles the night he met her too? Her eyes were so big they probably took up half her face as he pressed her into the sofa and she felt his weight again, her hands getting trapped between them on his chest (and heating up fast!), "I don't know what to tell you!" she said, getting very flustered while something jumped around in her stomach.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 5:13 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: He was stronger than her and he would use that to his advantage. He pressed as close to her as he could, his nose right in her face. "Fuck you for having sprinkles on your face I want to lick off. Tell me or I lick you in the face." He'd just tried to climb out of a window and plummet. He was crazy enough to do it.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She tried to scoot away as he scooted closer but she was already at the end of the couch. She turned her back into the corner and put her hands out, touching his chest, "What are you doing??" she asked as he was really too close for comfort. The freckles on her face lit up from the blush creeping up her neck, and for the first time she didn't have makeup since she was just around the house, so he could see she had a lot now that she wasn't hiding them.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 5:05 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: He scooted closer down the couch. She wasn't just denying him an answer. She was denying she felt anything and that was worse. "Well stop blocking it and tell me what the fuck went wrong besides my own fucking asshattery." He shoved her into the farthest corner of the couch, getting in her face. He didn't care if she was flustered. That pink on her cheeks meant he hit a button, a button he missed then.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: "It's not a bullshit answer, it's true. We're not compatible." she said crossly. "I don't have any specifics for you, I try to block that night out as much as I can!" she said throwing up her hands, now starting to regret bringing it up.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 4:59 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "Stop saying that." It frustrated him. He wanted her to be more open about it and she kept avoiding the question. "What didn't work? And stop giving me a bullshit answer like 'we just don't fit' because I know that's a lie too." He knew that now. "Tell me." Or he was going to enter ally combust.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She shrugged, "I don't know... maybe we're just not good sexual partners. You didn't seem to like having sex with me and I don't know... I just... you acted like it was such a let down, I didn't want you thinking you were so amazing and gave me some gift. We both sucked. The end."
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 4:50 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "Then what happened?" He wasn't going to know unless she told him. He tended to get overzealous and ahead of everyone else. He didn't know how to just stop and pause for a little bit so they could catch up. He hadn't learned that from this Zoe like he did in the future. He was learning late.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She looked at him and said honestly, "Nothing." and that was the difference between them. He had put supernova expectations on Zoe and Zoe had just wanted... a connection. But Greed had bulldozed his way through the entire thing, running for that finish line and leaving her behind.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 4:43 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "I thought I was fucking amazing...." Now what? He looked like a child that he been deprived of their favorite toy. "What were you expecting?" Maybe that would get him an answer.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Godddddddddd she thought he'd LEAVE with his butthurt ego, not take notes! She sighed and she went over to the couch and sat at least a foot away from him in one corner, "I didn't HATE it. Just... afterwards, you....." she was quiet and she looked at the ground, "The look on your face..." she said quietly, it had made her feel like shit. "And well, maybe I was a disappointment but you weren't that great either."
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 4:34 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com>wrote: "No, you don't understand." He wasn't leaving. He veered towards her couch and took a seat. "I need to know---cause I've fucked A LOT of girls. That means----" oh god he could feel the vomit rise up his esaphagus. "And she wasn't lying. "What made you hate it and no one else?" What had he done wrong. "What did I do?"
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She sighed and still tried to gently nudge him towards the door, "Nothing.. we just.. we don't fit together I guess." which wasn't entirely true but she didn't feel like going point by point about what was wrong with sex with him.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 4:29 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: He was still pretty shaken. He didn't budge. "What did I do wrong?" He sounded quite pathetic in time, but that was quite a blow.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: "I'm not taking it back... I'm saying you weren't totally terrible at it." she winced, she felt bad for him but maybe this is what they needed to make a clean break. She put a hand on his arm and said, "You should go get some ginger ale. I totally understand if you don't want to be friends anymore..." and she started to gently push him towards the door.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 4:24 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "No, no, no you meant it. You can't take that back. If you try I know you're lying. You meant it." He didn't know whether to scream or vomit, but he felt like doing both. There was such a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was nauseating. "I think I'm gonna be sick." Being told he was bad at something, anything, well she might as well have shot him in the gut or the nuts. Both were bad.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She sat up once he got off her, missing his weight for a split second, "I was trying to get you off me.. but I did mean it. Look, I'm sorry, you're not terrible at it.." she tried to take it back a little but the fact was she hadn't been blown away. For such a good looking guy, he hadn't done much to rev her engines.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 4:17 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: He got off of her now. He looked mortified. Really mortified. "Did you mean that or were you just trying to---?" But she looked so damn serious he couldn't even finish that question with any dignity. "I thought I----I mean look at me---no one ever----" and he really started to think about this so hard and it seemed traumatizing. How could he be bad at sex?
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Okay she didn't expect him to look like he was gonna have a breakdown over it and said, "Well... you probably never waited around long enough after sleeping with them so they could say anything..." her tone a little gentler now.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 4:10 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: It stung. Like that was a blow to his ego in a way he'd never experienced. That would be like Lust being told sex was awful. He tried to respond, but nothing would actually come out of his mouth. He looked like he was going to cry. "No ones ever told me that before...." He thought he could say more, but even there he was stumbling on his words.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She rubbed her lips together and looked at him, if he wanted to make things so difficult for her then she wasn't going to take it easy on him, "You are!" she said, not in a mean way but just in a... well you are kind of way. "I know, I was there." okay so maybe she said it to break the spell but she also said it cause it was true and maybe she wanted him to feel the mortification of truth like he so often did with her.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 4:05 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: That just killed the moment. "What? I am not!" He looked at her firmly. Did she say that to escape the kiss or was she serious? "I'm not bad at sex!"
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Her eyes were wide and she felt frozen as he got so close, "Apologizing doesn't mean anything really because you still--you're being-- I mean..." her heart was hammering so hard and she let him get away with kissing her for maybe one second before she turned her lips to the side to escape his and blurted out, "You're bad at sex.....!"
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 3:53 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: His thumb brushed her cheek as he leaned in, their noses barely touching. "And I apologized," he said softly, their lips barely touching. He couldn't just lay there and not take advantage of this moment. She smelled so sweet, and her lips were practically begging him. He stole that kiss very sweetly and seductively, and he swore he lit himself on fire.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She didn't deny it and said, "I don't hate you... that bad. But you were... awful to me. And you don't make my life easy." she didn't stop him from brushing her hair back and she didn't ask him to get off her. She should. But.. she didn't. She wondered if he was going to kiss her again.. her heart started racing as she found that she didn't think she'd fight him if he did.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 3:41 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "Because you hate me that bad....and I don't want you to." He had a horrible way of being over dramatic. Maybe she needed that in her life. He brushed her hair back with his hand. He wanted to kiss her right now. He wondered if she'd fight him.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She glared at him, "I could SEE that, why!?" she tried to shove at his shoulder but the wind was still knocked out of her. She then started to become aware of his weight on her, a pink creeping into her cheeks.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 2:54 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "I was going to jump out the window." Just like she said. He didn't get up right away, he just realized he liked being nestled there on her. It wasn't even sexual, but it's like their bodies just fit.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Zoe groaned, a hand going to her head as she tried to get her breath back, "What's the matter with you!?" she yelled and then winced, oh she might have bruised something. She hadn't looked up at him yet but her body was very aware that the last time he was on her like this... it'd been in a bed for a very different reason.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 2:43 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: He practically crushed her with that fall, which had not been as intentional as he would have made it. "Did I break you?" He asked, lifting some of his body weight up. "These shoes are slippery." He looked over his shoulder at them and then back at her. Did she feel it, or was it all in his head?
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: "Are you crazy!?" was her reply to his question, she was tiny compared to him and struggling to hang on. Why oh why had she slept with a lunatic?? But now she had a new problem as he slipped and was launching forward, straight at her and she let out an ooof! as he fell on her and squashed her flat to the floor.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 2:33 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "What're you doing?" He asked as she held on with all her might. "It's not like I won't come back...." He forgot how it really struck her to the core how loose he was about death. Especially his own. The moment her hands grabbed him in such desperation, he felt that lightening bolt between them, and it was so much stronger than it had been 6 years ago. She tugged on him a little harder, and he put his other hand up on the window sill to pull himself back out of the window. He did nearly slip though, and the hadn't been planned.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She didn't say anything to him saying she must really hate him. She didn't do anything as he kept moving, kept sliding out, but she took a step forward when he let one hand go. Then when she actually saw his fingers start to leave and he was REALLY going to fall out the window, she gasped and dropped the dress bag and shot forward, grabbing his hand/wrist with both her hands and pulling hard to bring him back inside.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 1:15 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "Damn you really hate me." Maybe it would prove to her he was who he said he was. So he didn't bat an eye at the thought. It wasn't the first time he'd done such a drastic move. He turned around and started to slide down, his hands the only thing holding him from dropping down a few stories. He let one hand go, and hoped she decided she didn't want to see his pretty face splattered into the pavement.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: "I'll make sure to let them know to dump you in the landfill." she said and didn't make a move to stop him, a little nervous but not really thinking he'd do it. She started chewing her bottom lip again.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 9:45 AM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "Well, this is gonna hurt...try not to let the trash collector's pick me up and dump me in some morgue. I hate waking up on one of those body bags. It's claustrophobic." He had his hand on the window sill, taking it off slowly. Maybe she did hate him this much.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 1:44 AM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Zoe bit her bottom lip, eyeing him, "Yeah, I guess it is. Well. Thanks for dropping by." she didn't think he'd do it... there was no way.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 10:37 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "You told me to jump." He looked over his shoulder. The damn girl still hasn't opened the bag. He took a deep breath, "I guess now is as good a time as any?"
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She hugged the dress bag to her chest and was getting nervous watching him. Was he really going to jump? "Yes. You have a big butt." she said matter of factly, and then added hesitantly, "...are you coming back in....?"
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 10:11 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "You calling my ass big?" How rude. This girl was bold. Once she had er hands on the dress bag, he handed it over, holding on the the window and swinging his other leg out. Now she had the perfect opportunity to see what was inside, preferably before he made a splat onto the pavement.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Zoe leaned in to get a better grip on the bag, her hair falling in her face which was a foot away from Greed's, "I'm sure your big butt will act as a big pillow to land on." and she tugged on the bag. There was no way he'd go out the window.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 9:57 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: Greed wouldnt let her have the bag completely as he swung a leg out the window. "That's a long way down..." He looked towards the trash can and wondered if the old lady with the buggy might break his fall. It wasn't the most ideal way to go, but it wouldn't be the worst.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Zoe jumped up and said, "Hey! The deal was if you were leaving too..." she quickly moved over towards him, taking hold of one side of the bag, "How about the bag can stay and your fat butt gets shoved out the window?"
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 9:48 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "Why wait? Let's just put it out the window and I don't have to drag it out the door." He wrestled with it for a moment, another sparkle hitting the light before he started to shove it out the window.
On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Zoe looked nervous for half a second and then was kinda tempted, it'd get rid of the dress... "Hey hey, you said you'd throw it out as you left. So unless you're going out the window..." she caught the sparkle, curious since her mother in law's pick had no bling.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 9:32 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "Are you serious? You want me to trash it?" Fine. He walked right over to the window and threw it open. "I guess you don't mind seeing the dress on a homeless man and you'll be disappointing your mother-in-law with a bedsheet instead." He looked down below, happy to see the trash dump, and hoping this time she stopped him. He started to zip it open a little, so that the sun hit just right and a sparkle bounced off one of the stars on the dress he'd inevitably purchased and put with the ugliest wedding gown on the planet. She might not ever wear it on her wedding day, but she'd have it to wear for herself.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 12:20 AM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She was kinda amused at how worked up he was getting and said with a throw of her hands, "Okay, fine with me. Bye, thanks for stopping by." she waved at him and then plopped down on the couch.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 9:13 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "Nooo, no, no. I'm not leaving. I just wanted you to open it." Damnit! "I'm not choking you, just open the damn thing." Why did she have to be a stubborn ass. He walked over to the bag. "Fine I'll just throw it in the trash on my way out then," and he picked up the dress bag.
On Tue, May 10, 2016 at 12:05 AM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Zoe eyed him curiously and put her hands on her hips, he really wanted her to open the bag. "Why is it so important I open the bag....? What if I don't open the bag..." she grinned, "Does that mean you'll leave and no dancing? What a shame! Bye bye..." and she shoved him lightly towards the door.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 8:59 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: Fuck it all, she was ruining this whole surprise thing. He was at least attempting for a surprise, but if she didn't open the damn dress bag he was going to end up doing it himself. "Commeeee on. Just open it up. Maybe try on the veil?" He was trying so damn hard, why couldn't she just comply?! "Open bag...." then he spun around almost with the perfection of an ice skater, "then dancing." He was all about bargaining with her. It bought him time and leverage.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 11:55 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Zoe shook her head, "There is no way they could make it worse." she didn't even care, it wasn't a dress she was thrilled with but she knew her mother-in-law loved it. She walked over to him to do the dancing thing. Her feet were bare so at least it wouldn't hurt when she stepped on him.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 8:46 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "At least check your dress and make sure it's right." He hinted with his brows towards the dress bag she'd not even bothered to look inside since he'd brought it in. He flipped through her playlist looking for something practical for a waltz. He really would rather do a swing dance, but she needed baby steps. He didn't know how terrible she was at dancing. By the instruction video still playing, pretty bad.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 11:22 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: "You're such a demanding jerk." she said and rolled her eyes as she threw her ipod at him more than to him so he could find some music he liked and then said, "And you don't need me in a skirt for the swoosh. There is no rule that says you can't dance without a swoosh and shit. And I honestly don't trust you to stay here while I changed so tough noogies."
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 8:15 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com>wrote: "You need something flowy. I don't care if you put a skirt on over your jeans. It just doesn't feel right if there's not swooshing and shit." He started dancing with the air in a waltz, holding that perfect posture and moving his feet back and forth. "And where the fuck is the music? I'm not dancing with you without music." He was prolonging this as much as he could.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 10:45 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She paused when he described her to a tee but shook her head, "Well this is Mike's place so you can't. Come on, dancing, not decorating. I wanna get this over with." the longer he stayed, the harder it'd be to get rid of him. Or explain him to Mike.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 7:42 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com>wrote: "Really? It's hard to tell. You look like a girl that loves books and looking out at the stars at night. White walls and empty rooms doesn't seem to fit the bill." He knew more about her than either of them really realized, and he was proud of that fact. "By the looks of it, it looks like I need to. Everything is fucking gray."
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 10:39 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She put her hands on her hips, "You don't know what ME is. And I DO live here already. I moved in a few months ago." which just showed that she wasnt going to redecorate. She stuck her tongue out back at him, "You're not an interior decorator, you're a dance teacher so shut up."
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 7:38 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "Nothing in here looks like you. And you're going to live here with all these sharp corners and..." he quoted with his fingers, "minimalist shit?" He ran into a table, one of the little balls sitting in a dish rolling off the table. He half expected a dog to come running our or something, but instead it just sounded like dead weight hitting the floor. "He has horrible taste. Just saying. A little color wouldn't hurt." He stuck out his tongue. There wasn't even anything to steal, this shit was just nasty.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 10:33 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: "I'm regretting this already...." she muttered as he came inside, "It is not empty. It's... minimalist." none of her things were there because they didn't go with Mike's decor which was very modern. "And I'm not wearing my dress, you can teach me in jeans." she shut the door and followed him.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 7:30 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "Because that's just how my mind and my mouth work." He smiled triumphantly as he got to step inside, laying the dress bag on the back of couch. "Fuck this place is empty." All that space and nothing in it hardly? What a waste!
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 10:19 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She gave him another look and put her head on the door, "Why does everything you say always sound dirty?" but she did step back with a sigh and let him in.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 7:12 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "I'm not getting naked. It's just a waltz." It was also a chance to be close to her, but that was a bonus. He actually really did love to dance. "Come on, you out on the dress and the shoes and I'll show you what no instructional video can."
On Monday, May 9, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She seemed to consider it but then put a hand up and looked at him suspiciously, "Last time you showed me a few moves, it ended really really badly." they'd wound up in bed together. But part of her really wanted to let him in.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 7:07 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "Oh come on it's just dancing," he waved it off, but Greed knew sometimes dancing could be very seductive. It could be sexy. "You want to not trip or step on his feet right? Just let me show you a few moves."
On Monday, May 9, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Her face turned red as he giggled. "I am watching things that are none of your business.." and she tried to shove him away from the door. She sighed, "No, I haven't. Mike works a lot so we haven't had time.." she gave him a look, "Yeah, no, I don't think that's a good idea." Greed touching her would be dangerous.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 7:01 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "Are you...." He started giggling, "are you watching an instruction video?" He peeked around again. "Haven't you had lessons?" He raised his brows, "you know I'm kind of amazing at dancing. I could teach you in no time."
On Monday, May 9, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She looked at the doorknob to not look at his face until he figured out what she was watching. Her head shot up and she tried to stand in his path to block his view as she quickly said, "No..." but she was a terrible liar, even if it was one word lies.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 6:52 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: They had had a moment in the store and he knew she knew that, but she just kept pushing that weight down on his shoulders. Was he actually feeling guilty? His face instantly dropped because she was trying to get rid of him.
He peeked behind the door again, listening to the television in the background. "Are you watching dancing with the stars?"
On Monday, May 9, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She gave him a look, "I know you don't date or do relationships but starting off a marriage wiht a lie is a terrible thing. Or lying in relationships in general." she gave him a wry smile, "For the record so is stealing and abandonment." but maybe she was lying to Greed. They'd had a... moment in the store. It unsettled her and she didn't want to give him any excuse to repeat it.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 6:41 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "So you don't tell him I was a one night stand." She'd just lied to him, she could stretch the truth to Mike. He looked hopeful, but she looked serious. That crazy feeling in the pit of his stomach hit and dragged straight to his feet.
On Monday, May 9, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She sighed, "I'm not ignoring you but yeah... when I'm Mike's wife, he's not gonna be cool with me hanging out with my one night stand alone. He won't be cool with it now either. Maybe... you can come back when he's here. Or after we get married." she leaned her head on the door.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 6:35 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com>wrote: "So....when you're married you're gonna ignore me more?" Now it was obviously the fact she didn't want to be around him. She'd lied! He wasn't a friend, she'd said it to get rid of him. He was stalking yes, but that was beyond the point.
On Monday, May 9, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She looked wary, "I-- here? Chance.. yeah, we're friends but.. you know it's not... it's not really appropriate for us to hang out alone. Considering our past. And that I'm getting married in two weeks... I don't know how thrilled Mike would be that I'm spending time with that guy I slept with that one time."
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 6:05 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: He put his hand on the door to block it from being shut in his face. "Aren't you hungry? I could order Chinese?" He was desperate for more than a few minutes, and he was doing his best to barter. He saw that locket back around her neck and wondered if it really he given her the missing piece she thought it would. "Just friends hanging out right?"
On Monday, May 9, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: "How... thoughtful?" she didn't know if it was thoughtful or creepy and took the dressbag from him and said, "My fiancee is at work...." stressing the words so he understood she was still engaged and lived with her boyfriend. She tried to shut the door on him saying, "Well thanks again..."
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 5:59 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "I called to see if it was ready. Thought you were busy, so I'd drop it by." He looked over the top of her head to see if anyone else was there. "You alone?" Didn't fiancées hang out with their significant others? He hoped not. There was something else in that dress bag with the one she'd settled with. It was the gold star dress, and he wanted her to have it. Plus it let Greed spend money, something else he was obsessed with.
On Monday, May 9, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Zoe was trying to not encourage Greed so only replied to every tenth or so text. It was unnerving how needy he was and while the attention was flattering, she was still wary since she remembered what the guy did six years ago. She'd not told Mike about him, she didn't want him to worry. She was wearing a white tank with a blust open sweater and jeans when the doorbell rang, she opened it and was surprised to find Greed... with her dress. "You.." was all she said... not accusing, just well, surprised.
On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 5:45 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com>wrote: It had been a week since Greed had seen Zoe. He had her number and constantly sent texts that were sometimes unanswered. He'd remembered the seamstress at the dress shop mentioning that there was little to be altered on Zoe's dress and it could be picked up in a week or so. He took a chance (and a little charm) to get it early. He called the dress shop and insisted on its urgency, that she needed him to pick it up after work. And holy shit was work boring. He thought he'd like that job but he didn't. He left early, stopping by the shop and finding out her address.
He almost skipped to the car with a whistle. A week had already been way too long. He couldn't stand it. He showed up at her doorstep with her dress zipped up in a bag with a grin on his face.