Closed RP: It Gets Better For Mel And Brice. (At last!)
(Forward-dated to the fourteenth of February.)
Due to Lola's kicking-up-the-arse skills (which would be a very weird band name, she thinks randomly), Mel is on her her way to Brice's room. She's only stopped a few billion times to inspect a flaw in the stone or to see how scuffed her shoes are, or to absently watch various people stumble in and out of the common room. But eventually she gives herself a figurative slap round the chops, and forces herself to walk up the stairs.
Step one. Step two. Step three, wishing that there was a twelve-step programme for making up with exes.
But she eventually gets there. Pushing her hair back for some unknown reason, she raps on the door twice, and then decides to warn him:
'Brice? It's Mel. Um, Lol--I think we--You were right. We need to talk.'
She clears her throat.
'So. Um. I'm ready to. If you are?'
Due to Lola's kicking-up-the-arse skills (which would be a very weird band name, she thinks randomly), Mel is on her her way to Brice's room. She's only stopped a few billion times to inspect a flaw in the stone or to see how scuffed her shoes are, or to absently watch various people stumble in and out of the common room. But eventually she gives herself a figurative slap round the chops, and forces herself to walk up the stairs.
Step one. Step two. Step three, wishing that there was a twelve-step programme for making up with exes.
But she eventually gets there. Pushing her hair back for some unknown reason, she raps on the door twice, and then decides to warn him:
'Brice? It's Mel. Um, Lol--I think we--You were right. We need to talk.'
She clears her throat.
'So. Um. I'm ready to. If you are?'