used to dream until I stopped writing fiction; [closed/COMPLETE HOLY CRAP]

[tryfifty]

Characters: Eric van der Woodsen and Maxxie Oliver [feltnothing]
Location: Eric's room and then...pinata shopping
Time: After the Gossipbomb
Content: Possibly heartfelt speeches and cuteness.
Format: Prose [mostly in commentform but three or so comments of aim!logging because Adri's internet sucks]

Comments

[feltnothing]

Maxxie's knocking on doors, one by one. Each closed door, he knocks three times and asks "Eric?" hoping he'll hear a response on the other side of the door. And each time he gets a negative response - a glare when the door opens or a curious look. None of them were Eric.

Finally he gets to Eric's room, and he knocks three times and says "Eric? You there?"

[tryfifty]

The knock takes him by surprise and there's a tiny surprised noise that can be heard before he clamps his mouth down, determined not to say anything.

[feltnothing]

Weird. Most rooms have at least one person in. His instict tells him to knock again.

"Eric, if you're there, open the door. I just want to talk to you."

[tryfifty]

With a sigh he gets up off the bed and walks to the door, hesitating for the longest time before he swings it open.

"You still -" he pauses. "You still want to talk to me?"