i want to be exposed and not be afraid to fall
i want to be exposed and not be afraid to fall
alex/miranda. pg. 265.
Snap reactions aren't always stored in the arsenal behind her teeth.
lol wizards of waverly place fic. i love that fandomless show.
Snap reactions aren't always stored in the arsenal behind her teeth.
Occasionally, she exhibits symptoms of speechlessness.
---
Let's watch, she says, pulling her parents behind the counter. He'll absolutely humiliate himself.
But she's not watching him.
Her eyes stick to a shrewd gaze and keen mouth, ears intent on hearing every word. Her fingers feel the shadow of that dark hair from so far away.
She clenches her fists to keep from running.
---
She's never been the type to wait for what she wants.
But this is a special case, and anyway she thinks she has a trick up her sleeve.
(It might be the beginning of uncertainty.)
---
He'll screw this up. He has to.
And she'll make everything right again.
---
So that's why he was acting so oddly?
Yeah. (Lacking eloquence.)
Thanks for helping us out, Alex.
A pause. Then: IonlydiditbecauseIlikeyou.
(Blurted out, with no chance of retrieval.)
Oh. A shrug. That's cool.
And then she walks away.
---
I'll just go catch up to Miranda, then.
(He rattles the locked door in futile effort.)
Heavy footfalls in sneakers thud against the pavement. She sees long straight hair and the back of a head --
Wait!
Turning around in slow motion, like the earth spinning backwards.
Oh. (They're closer by now.) I wanted to say thanks, again.
She kisses the younger girl on the corner of the mouth and pulls back, smiling.
As she walks away Alex swears she hears her say I like you too.
---
She learns:
Sometimes it's better not to speak.
alex/miranda. pg. 265.
Snap reactions aren't always stored in the arsenal behind her teeth.
lol wizards of waverly place fic. i love that fandomless show.
Snap reactions aren't always stored in the arsenal behind her teeth.
Occasionally, she exhibits symptoms of speechlessness.
---
Let's watch, she says, pulling her parents behind the counter. He'll absolutely humiliate himself.
But she's not watching him.
Her eyes stick to a shrewd gaze and keen mouth, ears intent on hearing every word. Her fingers feel the shadow of that dark hair from so far away.
She clenches her fists to keep from running.
---
She's never been the type to wait for what she wants.
But this is a special case, and anyway she thinks she has a trick up her sleeve.
(It might be the beginning of uncertainty.)
---
He'll screw this up. He has to.
And she'll make everything right again.
---
So that's why he was acting so oddly?
Yeah. (Lacking eloquence.)
Thanks for helping us out, Alex.
A pause. Then: IonlydiditbecauseIlikeyou.
(Blurted out, with no chance of retrieval.)
Oh. A shrug. That's cool.
And then she walks away.
---
I'll just go catch up to Miranda, then.
(He rattles the locked door in futile effort.)
Heavy footfalls in sneakers thud against the pavement. She sees long straight hair and the back of a head --
Wait!
Turning around in slow motion, like the earth spinning backwards.
Oh. (They're closer by now.) I wanted to say thanks, again.
She kisses the younger girl on the corner of the mouth and pulls back, smiling.
As she walks away Alex swears she hears her say I like you too.
---
She learns:
Sometimes it's better not to speak.