[SR] Stephen Chbosky quote
[Larry is lawyerlarry and is used with permission from his mun who made a request for a Larry/Cora snuggle.]
“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
“Go away.”
She was whining and she wasn’t going to stop. She felt Larry’s hand against her back and she wanted him to leave. She was in no mood to be entertaining company, boyfriend or otherwise, and to top it all off, her head felt like it was going to explode. All she wanted to do was to be left alone, and until he did as she requested, she wasn’t going to treat him any better than she was.
“Come on, Cora,” he sighed. “You have to eat something.”
“I don’t wanna,” she whimpered, pulling the blankets up over her head. “I’m just gonna puke it up.”
“Yeah, but even if you do puke it up, you’re still getting something out of it,” Larry sighed, before moving closer again. His hand pressed against her back more and she just felt disgusting. She didn’t want to be touched at all, and she just curled away from him, cocooning herself more in the blankets and putting more distance between her and him.
“Go away.”
She heard Larry sigh heavily, followed by his footsteps leaving the room. She exhaled heavily, before letting herself relax more, now that she didn’t have to fight. To be honest, she was far too tired to fight right now. She just wanted to sleep-or be shot in the head, whichever came first. Sleep was the one that happened to come first this time, and she passed out a few minutes later, her body relaxing as she dropped off to sleep.
When she came to a few hours later, she felt like she was being suffocated. It was a comfortable kind, the kind she usually welcomed, but right now? It was the last thing she wanted. It wasn’t just the fact that she was feeling uncomfortable as hell, she didn’t want to get him sick, and despite the fact that he was saying things were okay between them, she still didn’t think she deserved the comfort. She struggled slightly, starting to push him away from her.
“Go away, Larry.”
“Will you let me take care of you?” he asked, giving her a look. “You’re sick. Just relax.”
“Don’t wanna get you sick,” she mumbled, still trying to push him away. “Then we’ll both be more miserable.”
“You’re not gonna get me sick.”
“Yes, I will,” she grumbled, giving up on the struggling and just pouting. Larry smirked slightly at her finally giving up, before wrapping his arms around her more, keeping her close. “I’m sorry I ruined the weekend,” she sighed, relaxing against him a little more.
“You didn’t,” Larry replied. “But if you’re insisting on being miserable, fine. It’s all your fault. I’m never going to forgive you.” His tone was dry and deadpan, and Cora rolled her eyes up at him, before burying her head in his chest.
“Leave me alone.”
“Not even if you begged me.”
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“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
“Go away.”
She was whining and she wasn’t going to stop. She felt Larry’s hand against her back and she wanted him to leave. She was in no mood to be entertaining company, boyfriend or otherwise, and to top it all off, her head felt like it was going to explode. All she wanted to do was to be left alone, and until he did as she requested, she wasn’t going to treat him any better than she was.
“Come on, Cora,” he sighed. “You have to eat something.”
“I don’t wanna,” she whimpered, pulling the blankets up over her head. “I’m just gonna puke it up.”
“Yeah, but even if you do puke it up, you’re still getting something out of it,” Larry sighed, before moving closer again. His hand pressed against her back more and she just felt disgusting. She didn’t want to be touched at all, and she just curled away from him, cocooning herself more in the blankets and putting more distance between her and him.
“Go away.”
She heard Larry sigh heavily, followed by his footsteps leaving the room. She exhaled heavily, before letting herself relax more, now that she didn’t have to fight. To be honest, she was far too tired to fight right now. She just wanted to sleep-or be shot in the head, whichever came first. Sleep was the one that happened to come first this time, and she passed out a few minutes later, her body relaxing as she dropped off to sleep.
When she came to a few hours later, she felt like she was being suffocated. It was a comfortable kind, the kind she usually welcomed, but right now? It was the last thing she wanted. It wasn’t just the fact that she was feeling uncomfortable as hell, she didn’t want to get him sick, and despite the fact that he was saying things were okay between them, she still didn’t think she deserved the comfort. She struggled slightly, starting to push him away from her.
“Go away, Larry.”
“Will you let me take care of you?” he asked, giving her a look. “You’re sick. Just relax.”
“Don’t wanna get you sick,” she mumbled, still trying to push him away. “Then we’ll both be more miserable.”
“You’re not gonna get me sick.”
“Yes, I will,” she grumbled, giving up on the struggling and just pouting. Larry smirked slightly at her finally giving up, before wrapping his arms around her more, keeping her close. “I’m sorry I ruined the weekend,” she sighed, relaxing against him a little more.
“You didn’t,” Larry replied. “But if you’re insisting on being miserable, fine. It’s all your fault. I’m never going to forgive you.” His tone was dry and deadpan, and Cora rolled her eyes up at him, before burying her head in his chest.
“Leave me alone.”
“Not even if you begged me.”
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