Tripping Over Themselves
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The moment the final note of music faded from the sound system, Brian tugged his earphones off his head and dropped them carelessly on the synthesizer. For once, he was grateful that his band wasn’t popular enough for an encore. On many nights, he had gotten the short end of the stick when one of his band mates ditched after the show and left Brian to pack up their gear. Time to turn the tables. In fact, it was long overdue. “Mads...” He pulled a mic off its stand, swung it by the cord, and sent it sailing in an arc toward the brunette’s personal space.
She caught it. “Watch it!”
“Later, I’m out.”
‘Wait, what--?’
Too late, Brian thought. He shouldered past Seth like a shoplifter making a break for it and hit the ramp at a jog. Thump, thump, thump. He nudged through a throng of other musicians and regulars to creep up behind the petite blonde with the incredible body. He snaked his arms around her waist and raised her off the ground. “Hey, beautiful,” was muffled against her neck, and they were turning, turning, the room going ‘round and ‘round, the lights streaking purple and blue and neon orange. Brian’s shirt was drenched in sweat. He felt as rubbery and loose as a piece of stretched taffy.
She caught it. “Watch it!”
“Later, I’m out.”
‘Wait, what--?’
Too late, Brian thought. He shouldered past Seth like a shoplifter making a break for it and hit the ramp at a jog. Thump, thump, thump. He nudged through a throng of other musicians and regulars to creep up behind the petite blonde with the incredible body. He snaked his arms around her waist and raised her off the ground. “Hey, beautiful,” was muffled against her neck, and they were turning, turning, the room going ‘round and ‘round, the lights streaking purple and blue and neon orange. Brian’s shirt was drenched in sweat. He felt as rubbery and loose as a piece of stretched taffy.
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on 2013-11-05 09:10 pm (UTC)"Why didn't I bring up Julianna then?" He was lost. He laughed but it was a noise of desperation.
"Do you have any idea how many things I wanted to say after you unloaded on me up there? I thought that's what we were supposed to do now. Talk. So I am talking. I'm telling you everything, but it's just freaking you out and making you think I'm keeping things from you. How--?" He broke off because the logic was lost on him.
He squeezed the back of his neck, a nervous habit.
"Look. I'm not keeping anything from you. I just found out what Julianna is. I thought she was some language professor, until I overheard an argument between her and Holly. You called yourself a girl who kills vampires, she used the word slayer to describe the same thing. I put two and two together and got four. Cian accidentally caught me practicing, which you told me to do. I thought I was alone, but the guy came out of nowhere, so that's how he found out... And no, Valerie. I don't run around blasting your name, except when I'm bragging about how great you are."
Brian's fingers dug into his palms, the rein on his emotions drawing tigher.
"You can't seriously be mad at me for learning things when you weren't around. I can't throw a rock lately without hitting somebody with magic powers."
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on 2013-11-06 01:32 am (UTC)“I’m not clairvoyant, unless you talk to me I don’t know what’s going through your head. And you’re right, I did say you should practice. I just didn’t realise I had to state that public places like bus stops weren’t the best choices.”
Personally it seemed like common sense, given the way he’d reacted when she’d witnessed him move the chair in the diner.
"I'm not mad." Valerie stated calmly as her stomach turned to knots. It would take a lot more than that to make her angry. She wasn’t about to start screaming at him in the middle of the street. "I'm disappointed that you either felt like you couldn't tell me, or just didn't feel like it was important enough to mention when I've been nothing but open with you. Would you have said anything at all if I hadn’t unloaded on you after you shared your feelings?”
Valerie needed to clear her mind. She needed to work out who knew what. If Julianna knew she’d spoken with Rhiannon. Did she know that she was dating Brian? Did the girl? She knew at least one vampire, that kind of information rarely slipped down a grapevine and if Brian had learned it from her then it was safe to assume so had the vampire. The carefully compartmentalised boxes she locked up within herself were blurring together and she wasn’t sure how to handle that.
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on 2013-11-06 02:35 am (UTC)Brian considered himself a non-confrontational person; he usually avoided it like the plague, couldn't even stand being in the room while other people argued. But something about Valerie's accusations was cutting him really deep.
He shared things with her he couldn't tell his family or friends, and it wasn't fast enough.
He got excited to talk about what he learned, and it meant he'd talked to too many strangers.
He put a name to his feelings for her, and it made her uncomfortable.
He let her see his insecurity over Maddy, and she was offended that he had one.
Right now, the idea of saying another word nauseated him so much, he was worried he might need a garbage can. The worst part was, Brian had no idea how he could have avoided any of it.
"I'm--"
He looked around helplessly. God, he was starting to do that thing. That thing where his brain seized up and words wouldn't come. Before long, she'd ask him a question and all he'd be able to do is stare at her, slack-jawed.
"I'm going," he said. Where, he didn't know. Whether Valerie would call him the next day, he didn't know. What Brian knew was that he needed to get some space, some air, because there was only so much "you're messing up" he could handle in one night.
"I'll talk to you later, okay?"
He took a couple of steps backward. He wasn't hungry anymore, either.
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on 2013-11-06 03:31 am (UTC)Valerie wasn’t attacking him, not physically, not verbally, but from the way Brian reacted it seemed as though she was. For that very reason she didn’t attempt to stop him from going. Whatever was going through his head he could work out on his own. Eggshells weren’t her prefered method of walking.
Right then it was safe to say that her intentions of calling tomorrow were slim. In fact, she didn’t say a word as he walked back a few steps, just turned around herself and walked off down the street. What was the point in participating when everything she said got a reaction like she was stabbing him.