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ʀᴀʟᴇɪɢʜ ʙᴇᴄᴋᴇᴛ ([personal profile] raleighs) wrote2013-09-13 08:52 pm
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[personal profile] bombers 2014-07-15 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ she flosses her teeth and washes her face just for extra time to compose herself — as if the cold water could water and cheap face soap that stung her eyes would calm her — but it still only takes about seven minutes. and then she's creeping back down her hallway, edging around the corner and...

it's ridiculously hard to cross the threshold into her room, especially when looking into her room, she sees him shirtless on her bed and it hits her that she'd quite like to see him shirtless on her bed tomorrow night, and the next night, and the next.

someone's saying: ]
I really like you, Raleigh. [ and since it's probably not raleigh, it's probably her. but she doesn't remember giving her mouth permission to move, and bites her lip as if she could bite back the words. ]
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[personal profile] bombers 2014-07-19 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ chuck isn't usually an advocate for being honest with your feelings and stuff, but right now it's half word vomit and half panic, and she's staying by the door jam and twiddling with her hands. ]

I don't — [ her words aren't coming out the way she wanted; not as smoothly, not as understandably or reasonably. and she's frustrated about it. ]

I don't — do this very well.

[ feelings. dating. ]
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[personal profile] bombers 2014-07-28 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ woah there, woah there — don't you come here woman her. ]

No! [ chuck objects loudly, louder than she had meant to, loud enough that the neighbors might have heard and now she's about five times more embarrassed and scrubs a hand over her face. ] Can't we just make out again?