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Wallflowers 'R Us

Sep 16, 2005 13:55

The only way Jesse was going to stop working was the electricity at her office going out, which it did thanks to a tropical storm passing through on its way to dumping tons of rain on New England. She could have taken her work home but ( Read more... )

flash jay garrick, flash wally west, jesse quick, major disaster, chili party

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fleet_feet September 16 2005, 11:03:31 UTC

And of course, that tousled red hair has been skittishly eyeballing the door for a good portion of the night, looking for particular blonde heads.

And there it is. And there it went.

And he's suddenly in front of her, with a hopeful and fearful look on his face.

Words aren't coming out.

jessequick September 16 2005, 11:05:28 UTC

Nope, not for either. Maybe a small smile of greeting, aimed at his, oh...his stomach. Yeah. Hi there, the small smile says.

fleet_feet September 16 2005, 11:07:11 UTC

Words. Words. Stuff that comes out of mouths to communicate with other human beings and sometimes with animals.

Words. Alphabet. Songs.

WORDS. PLEASE.

"Don't avoid our friends on my account," he finally manages, worriedly.

jessequick September 16 2005, 11:09:13 UTC

"Don't need you as an excuse to avoid a party, West," Jesse mumbles to the West Tummy. "It's too crowded in there. Too noisy. Go back, do your thing. Have fun."

fleet_feet September 16 2005, 11:11:27 UTC

Dammit. SO FRUSTRATING when she does this.

He makes a small, weird whimpery noise.

Then his arms are around her immediately, hugging for all he's worth.

jessequick September 16 2005, 11:15:44 UTC

Her muscles tighten, and the desire to flee rises. Run before he runs, that's what her body says. And for God's sake, don't cry, you nitwit.

At times like this, her inner monologue sounds just like Libby.

"West," Jesse eventually mumbles, pushing away just a little, "I can't. I can't keep feeling this way and getting rejected."

fleet_feet September 16 2005, 11:19:34 UTC

He pulls back a bit and just looks into those blue eyes of hers.

Words. DAMMIT WORDS!

His lips move, no sound.

Finally... FINALLY, he manages something.

"'S not rejection... just... just postponement..."

That sounded lame. WHY CAN'T HE THINK STRAIGHT WHEN HE LOOKS AT HER.

Oh. Brain spores. Right.

jessequick September 16 2005, 11:23:56 UTC

She has no such excuse. No brain spores. No nothing. Just a tendency to latch onto emotionally unavailable people.

Thanks, Mom.

Her hands are on his chest as if to push him away, but really, they feel comfortable there. She can feel his heart under his shirt, thumping a little faster than the norm. She can feel his warmth.

She lets her hands slide away. "Sure, I understand." There, Jesse manages a smile. "Anyways, I hate parties. Go back in. Eat, drink, be merry. All that stuff I suck at."

fleet_feet September 16 2005, 11:43:31 UTC

"Jesse. The thought of you going home to be alone when everybody we know and love and kinda like and sometimes just tolerate are in there celebrating being alive after the world almost ended... it's NOT RIGHT."

...

"You realize that if anything's gonna happen down the line, you're gonna have to get better at this stuff..."

He tries a smirk, hoping that sounded optimistic...

jessequick September 16 2005, 11:45:56 UTC

"West," Jesse counters softly, "everyone I know and love and kinda like and sometimes just tolerate is standing right here in front of me."

fleet_feet September 16 2005, 11:55:16 UTC

His brow furrows a little.

"That's... not true. That's incredibly sweet, but it's not true... I..."

There go his words again...

jay_garrick September 16 2005, 11:59:19 UTC

And suddenly Jay is there, bustling past them.

"Wally, Jesse... good to see you here!"

He smiles warmly, carrying a pot of chili. "Jesse, can you show me where to bring Joan's entry?"

fleet_feet September 16 2005, 12:02:50 UTC

"See? Case in point!"

He pulls back a little from their embrace, as something about the grandfather figure puts a bit of a damper on relationship angst.

"Hi, Jay... did you get my message about the dinner?" he asks, trying to strengthen his voice and not seem like he's been crackers about everything.

jessequick September 16 2005, 12:03:51 UTC

"Um...."

There's that flight defense mechanism ready to kick in. Her formula's on the tip of her tongue.

jay_garrick September 16 2005, 12:05:49 UTC

"I sure did, Wally," he says, shifting the weight of the huge pot in his arms. "Jesse, do you mind giving me a hand?"

fleet_feet September 16 2005, 12:09:25 UTC

Wally can't help but smile a little. He can't come up with the words himself, but maybe Jay can get her to actually try and stay and be FRIENDLY with their FRIENDS.

Come on, Jess... don't be as flaky as he is...

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