Room of Requirement.

[christianish]

The Ramones were playing. Danny thought he'd had a heartattack when he saw the phonograph, and his grin eclipsed itself when he shuffled over to a shelf and read the record titles. This room was, in a word, amazing

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Outside the RoR

[andraleigh]

Andra ducked out and slipped behind a nearby statue, watching the door. Patrick wouldn't let her go, but she couldn't stay. They'd get it over with so that she could go back to the Tower and sleep off the horrible rolling in her stomach.

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[patfiddlesticks]

Pat slipped out just a few moments after her, glanced back as the door closed, then leaned against the wall. "...so sorry, Andra."

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[andraleigh]

Andra peered around the statue, forcing herself to look at him. "Did anyone see you?"

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[patfiddlesticks]

Pat shook his head. "I told them I was going out for air. I don't think they even saw you slip out."

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[andraleigh]

Nodding, she leaned back, again hidden. "That's good," she muttered, not sure what else she could say.

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[patfiddlesticks]

"I really, really messed up, didn't I." he mumbled, turning eyes away from her as he started to chew on his bottom lip. Eyes stared into the wall infront of him, as if it would answer the question for her, but in not that harsh of a tone.

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[andraleigh]

She hesitated, then let her body slide down the wall. She was so tired. She just wanted to go to sleep and forget the whole evening. "Why didn't you just tell me the truth," she finally asked.

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[patfiddlesticks]

"It's not like that." he replied, sliding down next to her. "I.."

He sighed, bringing hands up to hold his face again. "What do you want me to say, Andra? Yes, I love Danny. No, it's not in the romantic sense. But yes, I have wondered what it would be like to go down that path, and yes I was excited and relieved and bloody fucking giddy with what happened in there, and yes, it was a cold slap in the face when I realized he didn't feel what I was feeling. And yes, Andra, it hurt. So fucking bad."

The heels of his palms ground into his eyes once more, then dropped to drape across his propped-up knees. "You asked me if I was in love with him, Andra. I wasn't in love with him. I love him. There's a difference."

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[andraleigh]

The sniff escaped from her before she could even attempt to stop it. "I can't do this, Patrick," she replied. "I can't. First Remy -- now you... I love Danny to pieces, but everything that could have been mine is slowly slipping away and there's nothing I can do about that."

She buried her face in her arms, crossed over her lifted knees. "I can't even begin to think about loving someone when all I worry about is them loving someone else!" She was nearly wailing at this point, her voice muffled nicely beneath her hair.

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[patfiddlesticks]

"He's addictive. You should know that." he replied, tone almost cutting. "Seems you had quite the taste of it yourself."

Immediately, hands hit his forehead. "Fuck. I'm sorry, Andra. I didn't mean that. I just.. words.. they come out.. and I can't stop them.. and, fuck," He reached over, taking her hands in his and attempting to wrap arms around her or in just some way have contact with her, wanting to hold her and comfort her so bad. "I-I.. Andra, I really, really like you, and this was all in good fun, wasn't it? Till I messed it all, that is. But.. you're not.. I mean.. you don't.. is this, you know.. over? Merlin, Andra, please so no."

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[andraleigh]

Tears were spilling out now. "Patrick, don't," she croaked, wanting so badly to push him away. "That isn't fair -- everyone was kissing Danny, and yes, things went too far, I will agree. But I didn't have... f-feelings that got in the way." She squeezed her eyes, hugging herself beneath his grasp.

"...I don't know, Patrick?" she replied, more softly. "Is it? Has anything even begun? I'm so confused."

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[patfiddlesticks]

"..I know, I know Andra.. I know you don't.. I'm sorry, it just.. fuck, you realize that was more than I had ever thought of doing? Me and my.. fucking 'chivarly'. And you.. and him.. and.. fuck, Andra." With a sigh, he let go of her and climbed to his feet, holding a hand down. "Andra, stand up." he said. "Please."

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[andraleigh]

Andra lifted her tear-stained face from her arms, looking up as he held out his hand. She hesitated, then took it, allowing him to help her up. "What are you doing?"

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[patfiddlesticks]

He pulled her up, then immediately moved her to stand against the wall. His forehead pressed against hers as eyes closed, and fingertips tangled through wavy locks of hair. He was gentle, loving, and yet pleading. Lips then pressed against her cheeks, tasting the salt of her tears. "I don't deserve you, Andra." he whispered, his own voice breaking to the point of non-existance.

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[andraleigh]

She shook her head, fighting that weak-knee'ed feeling that he always gave her. "No, it's me, Patrick," she whimpered, clutching at his shirt tail that had sometime during the evening become messy. "I- I attach myself and yet detach at the same time and I push away because I'm scared and... I.. I don't want to be scared!" She heaved with a silent sob before continuing. "And everyone seems to have everyone else -- I feel alone, Pat, even here in this big school! Even here with you!"

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[patfiddlesticks]

"You were fine in there, Andra.. until I did that, and now you're like this. Don't say it's not because of me. It is. It's obvious." he whispered back. Lips grazed across her brow as fingertips left her hair to grasp the small of her back as he pulled her near. "Merlin, Andra, please don't cry. Tell me what to do to fix this. Please. I'm begging you."