off chance with a poster of a girl ; ( 1 / 2 ) ; skins ; michelle/jal ; rated r So I ended up writing it! I've actually just finished Series 1, so this references 1.7 "Michelle" and doesn't really touch S2's canon
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Michelle calls Jal, crying, heaving, begging, and between the violent sniffling and the lurching sobs four words are always clear, He did it again.
Can I come over, Chel always pleads, like she even has to ask, like there's any chance that Jal will tell her no. But she asks anyway, because-it's funny, but the only time Chel really sees how shitty she treats Jal is when Tony breaks her heart
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Jal waits by the door. Her father is silent for once. Nods to her. Heads up the stairs.
It's raining.
Chel drags her feet up the stairs, falls into bed. Watches the rain, and cries. She's not making sense-or at least, less sense than usual-and as Jal tugs her head into her lap she can hear, It's different, it's different, it's different this time, like a song, like one of Anwar's prayers.
"Wha's that?" Jal asks her, and Michelle chokes out a sob.
"He came to my house," she tells Jal. "He stood at my door," she tells Jal. "He told me he loved me, and I said no."
Good, Jal thinks, but there are too many reasons for the fleeting word, too many threads she can't take care to untangle. She's never been a patient one, Jal.
"Oh, Chel," she says instead.
"I miss him," Chel hums, and it rings more true than any of her other words, more true than I love him, in fact
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Yeah, thank you! Like I mentioned, I'm just now getting into Skins, and of course my favorite character - Jal - is one of the most underappreciated. But I love her!
LOL. Apparently so am I because I just actively went looking for fic by you and read your Jess/Rory at stainofmylove's ficathon a while back and creyed.
She wants to, so she kisses him. (It sounds like a beginning, but it's not, it's not a beginning, she is already in the middle and gasping for air and her head spinning with Jess Rory Dean Jess Dean Jess, Jess.)
This is absolutely perfect. "...unless you count the rain. Always the rain." The imagery there is wonderful. I also love how their kisses first intermixed with all the "I miss him"s and "I know"s and then gradually growing to something between just them. Really nice work. :)
So I ended up writing it! I've actually just finished Series 1, so this references 1.7 "Michelle" and doesn't really touch S2's canon
It's not as though this story's any new.
Michelle calls Jal, crying, heaving, begging, and between the violent sniffling and the lurching sobs four words are always clear, He did it again.
Can I come over, Chel always pleads, like she even has to ask, like there's any chance that Jal will tell her no. But she asks anyway, because-it's funny, but the only time Chel really sees how shitty she treats Jal is when Tony breaks her heart ( ... )
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It's not as though this story's any new.
Jal waits by the door. Her father is silent for once. Nods to her. Heads up the stairs.
It's raining.
Chel drags her feet up the stairs, falls into bed. Watches the rain, and cries. She's not making sense-or at least, less sense than usual-and as Jal tugs her head into her lap she can hear, It's different, it's different, it's different this time, like a song, like one of Anwar's prayers.
"Wha's that?" Jal asks her, and Michelle chokes out a sob.
"He came to my house," she tells Jal. "He stood at my door," she tells Jal. "He told me he loved me, and I said no."
Good, Jal thinks, but there are too many reasons for the fleeting word, too many threads she can't take care to untangle. She's never been a patient one, Jal.
"Oh, Chel," she says instead.
"I miss him," Chel hums, and it rings more true than any of her other words, more true than I love him, in fact ( ... )
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She's still beautiful. It's not really fair.
Oh Jal <3
Come on, come for me Jal, just fucking come
That sounds so much like Michele, it's beautiful :)
Also, great title btw.
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thanks! i love metric & emily haines & obviously rilo kiley & jenny lewis too. i end up with a lot of titles from their songs, lol.
and i love that i'm seeing you comment on my stuff in like, three different places today! i'm so flattered tbh.
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She wants to, so she kisses him. (It sounds like a beginning, but it's not, it's not a
beginning, she is already in the middle and gasping for air and her head spinning with Jess
Rory Dean Jess Dean Jess, Jess.)
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