Joey McCoy is a total daddy's girl. (imanursenota__) wrote in vascaptiolog, @ 2014-01-04 02:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | joey mccoy, tate langdon |
WHO: Joey McCoy and Tate Langdon
WHAT: She's a really bad faker when it comes to pretending she's not missing the museum and the people in it already.
WHERE: Tate's cabin (near the carnival)
WHEN: Day Fifty-Five WAAAAY early in the morning.
WARNINGS: Teen dramaz; skip it if you're over it. Potential for some shenanigans.
STATUS: Closed, Incomplete.
Joey didn't know how long she'd sat on the cold floor of Tate's bathroom, trying to keep her sobs to herself and cry in silence and privacy because she missed her friends already, but by the time she finally stopped, it was because there weren't any tears left and she was tired. She felt badly abandoning Tate to hide in his bathroom and she was sure he was just outside the door, because he worried about her like that, but she needed him not to see while she purged it. It felt like the world had turned against her under the pretense of looking out for her, but she couldn't see what all the fuss was about, so she was just...hurt. And betrayed. Her rear end was numb by the time she got to her feet and tucked her journal under her arm after wiping her face and hoping that the tear tracks were gone, because she couldn't see in the mirror with no lights to turn on. She took a deep breath and turned the lock on the bathroom door, her hand wrapped around the knob as she tried to ready herself to go back out and leave all her upset in the bathroom behind her like a dirty secret. She didn't want to talk about it, because she'd start to cry again, but she didn't want to sit in the bathroom anymore being terrible company and a terrible friend when the whole point of coming out to Tate's cabin to begin with was that she was meant to keep him from feeling alone and isolated in the cabin after they'd essentially kicked him to the curb for a reason Joey didn't understand. Finally, she turned the knob and came out of the bathroom, her head down and her hair drawn forward, hanging like curtains to hide her face on either side. Suck it up, Jo, she told herself. It's done. You're here, now, and it's done. |