Re: Shadowcrest: Sam & Louis
She rolled her eyes when Lou said he'd tell if she or Neil were ruining each other, had been ruining each other, whatever. They'd fucked each other up for years, and she knew Lou hadn't ever liked it, but that hadn't stopped shit. Things that went on behind closed doors and in bedrooms, no one could control that shit, yeah? Yeah, ok, so she and Neil hadn't ever wanted bad things for each other, but they hadn't been good for one another, and that was painfully fucking obvious in retrospect.
And he was going on about how she wasn't some doomed fucking thing, but she thought that was bullshit. She didn't understand why, and she winced and rubbed at her temple when she thought about it, yeah? But she let it go, because why the fuck dwell.
Better to dwell on the shit they could actually change, like the story he told about the cult, about how he was taken. And, yeah, ok, she was totally unsurprised Lou had just waltzed off with some hot guy. She wasn't embarrassed about it or anything, the fact that he went off for some ass with an unknown dude. Her door swung both way, and she'd given his adopted sister a handjob; she wasn't exactly a virgin, yeah? So, whatever, he went off for a fuck, and he ended up with some demon inside him or something. "You ever see that guy again?" Not that it mattered. She was pretty sure you couldn't arrest someone for cult shit. Or maybe you could, but she didn't think so. And it was done, yeah? Now they just needed the witch that lived in this old mansion to fix him.
She couldn't let herself concentrate on the fact that maybe they couldn't fix him, because that shit just wasn't ok.
She reached over, and she squeezed his fingers. "Hey, you're a great fucking guy, yeah? Someone will come along. You have killer fucking cheekbones, and better curls than any of us Alexanders. You just need to find the right guy, yeah?" She meant it. Her brother had a lot to fucking offer; he just needed to meet someone who treated him decent, and cult-guy clearly wasn't that guy, yeah?
Then he was asking about her wish, and she didn't want to talk about that. "Forget the wish. I don't want to talk about it. I don't think it's the wish anyway. I think it's my fucked up head or something," she said, and the words tumbled fast, because she wanted them out and done. "Anyway, I'm going to try getting a job, and I'm going to see about a place, so I can visit whenever. Ok?" she uncurled her legs, because bailing was so happening if this remained the topic of conversation. "Anytime, day or fucking night, anything you need, yeah?" No point mentioning that plan had been devised in the past five fucking minutes, yeah? Neil would forget, and Lou would never need to know, and shit would get quiet.
She had a feeling they could all use some fucking quiet from her court - even her.