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Feb. 2nd, 2011 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Oh, how I NEED to write! I used to write, right? And I wasn't half bad, right? I need to find that again. I need some KARL or McCOY or REAPER or CHAPEL in my life. OFCs, of course, always welcome here.
HELP ME, FLIST. YOU ARE MY ONLY HOPE.
HELP ME, FLIST. YOU ARE MY ONLY HOPE.
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Date: 2011-02-03 04:01 am (UTC)You told us of your new life there
You got someone comin' around
Gluing tinsel to your crown
He's got you talking pretty loud
You say you're still in love
If it's true what can be done
It's hard to leave all those moments behind
(The Shins: Kissing the Lipless)
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Date: 2011-02-04 01:53 am (UTC)bury it in the yard
For a nanosecond, as she hurls a coffeemaker through a window and shatters her lovely life and lovely romance and lovely Southern California home, for a fleeting instant she thinks this is all Urban's fault.
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She is friends with Karl first. And that is how she meets Chris. And Chris is the lovely romantic Southern California life she has always wanted. T-shirts and cardigans and flip flops and coffee shops and dog-eared books.
And a lovely life it is. For a year, a good solid year.
- -
"We're too much alike, Lexie," he says to her one morning. He needs something...more.
That is when she hurls the coffeemaker out the kitchen window. The toaster follows, but it's not her that throws it. Maybe he's right.
Except for a couple of small appliances, it's a rather bloodless split up. Barely acrimonious. The smallest hatchet she ever buried.
Until Urban is back in town. And then there's the question: Who gets Karl?
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You know that's QUINTO and Chris, right? he responds with a text.
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She loses by default. To Trek filming and nerdery and epic bromances. Which is fine. Except for the part where she calls him up and calls him a damn Kiwi bastard who is utterly devoid of loyalty, oh, and have fun with that epic bromance, okay?! It's a voicemail, it's not her proudest moment, and now it will live in infamy. Again, that's fine. Seattle sounds like a nice place to live, doesn't it?
- -
"What the hell are you doing here?"
He raises an eyebrow at her, managing to look both wicked and sweetly concerned. As if he is still her friend. Bastard.
"No, you can't come in."
"We can talk out here."
"There's nothing to talk about."
"What the hell were you doing with Pine? Seriously, Alexandra." He is the only person besides her mother who ever calls her that.
"What do you mean?"
"He wasn't right for you."
"You wait until now to tell me this? You have some nerve."
"You would of just told me to fuck off and mind my own business if I did."
"Maybe."
"Yes."
"Okay, yes. But you still haven't told me why you're here."
"I can't be your friend anymore."
"Oh, really? Newsflash: I already kind of figured that out."
"No, you haven't."
"Oh, he speaks in riddles! It's hot out here, just come inside and tell me all about it. Tell me what the fuck you're talking about."
He follows her inside and closes the front door behind him. She stands firmly in the middle of the hallway - this far and no further. "Quickly. And then you can leave."
"You're gonna make me do this the hard way."
"There's an easy way?" She really doesn't like seeing him - it reminds her too much of how much she misses him. Her friend.
"There just might be..." He moves and somehow the space between them is...less...more...what is he doing?
"What are you doing?" She has to look up at him now, he's so close.
"The easy way," he breathes against her cheek, and she is frozen, flightless. Terrified.
Consumed.
- -
Yes, Seattle is a nice idea. Not that she ever goes.
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Date: 2011-02-04 02:54 am (UTC)And then there's the question: Who gets Karl?
Me! I vote me.
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