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true_writers D. Time of uncertainty and E. Classic cars

Oct 03, 2008 08:20

OOC: Written for simplebutterflyMike spent most of his time in the garage building a new car. It was another Charger and his favorite among the classic cars for speed and durability. His mind was on his last one as he started bolting the frame together. His last one had been his favorite of the dozen or so he had built and the only one he ever smashed with the ( Read more... )

thomas parker, true_writers, charger, fiction, butterfly

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simplebutterfly October 3 2008, 18:39:28 UTC

Butterfly had always done this in the past. Distanced herself, kept her mind on something else to avoid the things that were staring right in front of her. She rubbed her stomach and sighed, looking around Thomas's bedroom as she though about what to do next. What did she do next? Where the hell did she go. She's convinced a new friend in town that her relationship was falling apart. That it was her fault and she had to fix it somehow. Her friend had made a few calls and helped her set something up. Her friend would watch Thomas for a few days and they were going to spend some time alone.

It wasn't much, Butterfly had cashed in all her paychecks from her previous employment and used what little savings she had shoved in the freezer to do this. It wasn't much, but maybe it would be enough. Some high end auto place sold credit, so that's what Butterfly did. She bought store credit for Mike. She knew he'd been working on the car so she moved carefully around the house, waiting for him to come inside. When he did, Thomas was asleep and it was the perfect time. She moved to where he was sitting and gently broke him out of his daze, or tried. She leaned him back gently and slid into his lap, kissing over his face with light butterfly kisses. Breathing him in. Taking him in. It still excited her, even after a year. "I love you." She whispered softly, pushing his hair back and looking at him.

autohomicide October 3 2008, 19:03:03 UTC

Mike tensed at what she did. It made the anger worse. Not only was he being replaced but now she was trying to buy it off with sex. Mike looked up at her, hurt, unhappy. He wasn't even interested, not really. Mike turned away from her kissing him. She didn't disgust him but the feeling he got from it did.

Get off of me. His words weren't strong like they used to be but broken down. This wasn't something a fuck on the couch was going to fix. It hurt more that she didn't realize that.

simplebutterfly October 11 2008, 05:13:14 UTC

She just looked at him for a minute, not moving but then got up and sat in a chair opposite of him and rested her hands on her stomach. She didn't say anything, she didn't know what to say so she settled for being quiet. That hurt, him telling her to get off him.

autohomicide October 11 2008, 05:17:32 UTC

Mike watched her get up and move away. Part of him was mad because she did and the other part wanted her even farther away. He just stared at her trying to sort it out. Nothing seemed to come through right. Slowly he frowned.

Trying to fuck me isn't going to fix this. Mike rarely swore but he was angry, uncomfortable and nervous. None of those feelings he was comfortable with. Even more so when it was wrapped in with love.

simplebutterfly October 11 2008, 05:20:32 UTC

She just looked at him and then her mouth dropped open. "I wasn't trying to fuck you! I was just sitting there kissing you." She frowned and then she seemed actually hurt by that. Fucking hormones. Sh ewiped her eyes very quickly and then stood up. "Think what you want I wasn't going to fuck you. That was the furthest thing from my mind."

autohomicide October 11 2008, 05:31:30 UTC

Mike stared her down and felt his temper flare when she started to cry. He didn't know how to deal.

When else do you kiss my scar? Never.

simplebutterfly October 11 2008, 05:33:20 UTC

"When I'm trying to say I'm sorry and that I love you!" She frowned "When else am I going to do it? You sleep on the couch." She frowned a bit and then shook her head. "It doesn't matter. Think that's what I was doing."

autohomicide October 11 2008, 05:39:06 UTC

An apology isn't going to fix this. Mike shook his head. I'm on the couch because that brat is in my place. Mike looked for the first time as hurt as he felt. Mike looked devastated. You can't even deal with what I did. You just blame me and pile more on me.

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