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Prompt: EVEN MOAR DIALOGUE [whenwillyoueverend!?!?]
Community: your_scribbles
Title: The morning after
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing too bad. Promises, actually nothing at all, except the mentioning of drinking and memory loss
Authors Notes: So. After halfway through this I remembered it was about dialogue and had to change my story a bit. It evolved very rapidly after that and became this lovely mess. :) I hope you enjoy.
So, it starts off like every other morning. Nothing too special. Except that her drapes are red, and they weren't red last night.
Then again, she doesn't really remember what happened last night.
Or the previous day.
Well that is slightly concerning.
"So this lovely morning of forever happy ever afters-" She slams her hand down on the annoying happy tone of the morning announcer. Hopefully, she's broken the stupid machine and will never have to listen to it again.
She sit up and ignores the card on the table. She walks past her desk and her jar of dreams. The several heart pads that she had are almost gone, then again, her apartment is now covered in dreams, hopes and desires. She grins and pulls one off the fridge.
Make sure that she'll love me forever
Still grinning she shakes her head and sticks it back on the fridge. She pulls out the orange juice and the left over Chinese. She then pulls a plate and puts the leftovers on it, sticks it in the microwave and plops down on one of her wooden kitchen chairs. Her other radio, the one that is used to only play music starts up. She smiles and bobs her head along with the song.
The microwave beeps seconds later. Still bobbing her head and wiggling her hips lightly she dances her way to the microwave, throwing in some arm waves and legs flails. She takes out her food and finally notices the picture on her table that wasn't there yesterday.
Or the day before yesterday.
Since she really doesn't remember.
She stops and ponders.
"Huh, I probably should try and figure that out."
"Figure what out?"
"AH!" She drops her plate, cracking it into two, her food now spoiled by the dirty floor. She frowns at the speaker, while tearing up slightly at the loss of good Chinese leftovers.
He sighs, rubbing the back of his head, "Oya, oya, don't cry. There's more in the fridge." She is still frowning and steps over the now ruined food.
"You're a jerk. And the heck are you doing here anyways!?" He cocks a brow at her.
"You mean you don't remember?" She shook her head, he grins and laughs. She blows a raspberry at him.
"Don't show me the tongue unless you plan to use it," She blushes and rolls her tongue back in. She still glares at him, as she passes him fro the broom.
He turns and watches her, "You seriously don't remember last night?" She sighs and cocks her hip and plants her hand on it, a frown etched on her face.
"Am I suppose to?"
"Just what the hell did you drink?" She cocked her brow.
"You allowed me to drink?" He rubbed the back of his head slightly, though that raised more questions then answers.
"Well, you were crying. And you said that your editor wanted to get rid of you, and well, you were a mess. Jewel wouldn't let me not let you drink. As support they stayed until about four this morning. They wouldn't allow me to leave just in case you wanted to do something stupid when they left."
"Huh. Even though I hate you and we broke up?" It was his turn to look confused.
"What are you talking about?" Now she looked confused, her frown disappeared.
"We broke up over a year ago and haven't talked since." He pointed to her finger.
"Then what is that?"
"A ring."
"On what finger?" She looked down at her hand.
"My left ring finger. ... AH! How did that get there!?" He got up, stepped over the pile of food and dish and stood in front of her. His towering height made her look up, confused and slightly frightened.
"Leto, what do you remember?"
"Not yesterday." He rolled his eyes.
"Then what about the day before?"
"I went to bank, gave them a cheque for my book... and then I went shopping for dinner." He frowned.
"What day in today?"
"February 15."
"The year?"
"2010." He shook his head and pointed to the calendar.
"February 15, 2011. Leto, you're missing a year." Shocked she fell into her chair.
"W-what are we going to do?" He sighed and went over to her, pulled out another chair, sat in it and pulled her towards him. He rubbed her back in a soothing manner and kissed her forehead.
"Anything we can Leto, anything we can."
Community: your_scribbles
Title: The morning after
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing too bad. Promises, actually nothing at all, except the mentioning of drinking and memory loss
Authors Notes: So. After halfway through this I remembered it was about dialogue and had to change my story a bit. It evolved very rapidly after that and became this lovely mess. :) I hope you enjoy.
So, it starts off like every other morning. Nothing too special. Except that her drapes are red, and they weren't red last night.
Then again, she doesn't really remember what happened last night.
Or the previous day.
Well that is slightly concerning.
"So this lovely morning of forever happy ever afters-" She slams her hand down on the annoying happy tone of the morning announcer. Hopefully, she's broken the stupid machine and will never have to listen to it again.
She sit up and ignores the card on the table. She walks past her desk and her jar of dreams. The several heart pads that she had are almost gone, then again, her apartment is now covered in dreams, hopes and desires. She grins and pulls one off the fridge.
Make sure that she'll love me forever
Still grinning she shakes her head and sticks it back on the fridge. She pulls out the orange juice and the left over Chinese. She then pulls a plate and puts the leftovers on it, sticks it in the microwave and plops down on one of her wooden kitchen chairs. Her other radio, the one that is used to only play music starts up. She smiles and bobs her head along with the song.
The microwave beeps seconds later. Still bobbing her head and wiggling her hips lightly she dances her way to the microwave, throwing in some arm waves and legs flails. She takes out her food and finally notices the picture on her table that wasn't there yesterday.
Or the day before yesterday.
Since she really doesn't remember.
She stops and ponders.
"Huh, I probably should try and figure that out."
"Figure what out?"
"AH!" She drops her plate, cracking it into two, her food now spoiled by the dirty floor. She frowns at the speaker, while tearing up slightly at the loss of good Chinese leftovers.
He sighs, rubbing the back of his head, "Oya, oya, don't cry. There's more in the fridge." She is still frowning and steps over the now ruined food.
"You're a jerk. And the heck are you doing here anyways!?" He cocks a brow at her.
"You mean you don't remember?" She shook her head, he grins and laughs. She blows a raspberry at him.
"Don't show me the tongue unless you plan to use it," She blushes and rolls her tongue back in. She still glares at him, as she passes him fro the broom.
He turns and watches her, "You seriously don't remember last night?" She sighs and cocks her hip and plants her hand on it, a frown etched on her face.
"Am I suppose to?"
"Just what the hell did you drink?" She cocked her brow.
"You allowed me to drink?" He rubbed the back of his head slightly, though that raised more questions then answers.
"Well, you were crying. And you said that your editor wanted to get rid of you, and well, you were a mess. Jewel wouldn't let me not let you drink. As support they stayed until about four this morning. They wouldn't allow me to leave just in case you wanted to do something stupid when they left."
"Huh. Even though I hate you and we broke up?" It was his turn to look confused.
"What are you talking about?" Now she looked confused, her frown disappeared.
"We broke up over a year ago and haven't talked since." He pointed to her finger.
"Then what is that?"
"A ring."
"On what finger?" She looked down at her hand.
"My left ring finger. ... AH! How did that get there!?" He got up, stepped over the pile of food and dish and stood in front of her. His towering height made her look up, confused and slightly frightened.
"Leto, what do you remember?"
"Not yesterday." He rolled his eyes.
"Then what about the day before?"
"I went to bank, gave them a cheque for my book... and then I went shopping for dinner." He frowned.
"What day in today?"
"February 15."
"The year?"
"2010." He shook his head and pointed to the calendar.
"February 15, 2011. Leto, you're missing a year." Shocked she fell into her chair.
"W-what are we going to do?" He sighed and went over to her, pulled out another chair, sat in it and pulled her towards him. He rubbed her back in a soothing manner and kissed her forehead.
"Anything we can Leto, anything we can."