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 Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 2:11 am
Irelia sniffed, her throat sore, her face red and hot, her butt wet and cold from the grass. She felt sore and wet and gross... and probably a million times better than she had been feeling for the past couple of months. It wasn't a miraculous cure, she still hurt, but it wasn't such a piercing pain.
She had someone to share it with.
Wiping her face with her now sopping sleeve, she fiercely hugged Jace.
"I don't care if you don't want to be hugged. You need it. Hell, I needed it."
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 2:16 am
Jace buried her face in Irelia's shoulder: she gave a kind of strangled noise which was a helpless sob, which she immediately choked back, but her arms were suffocatingly tight around the other girl. Maybe as revenge. "Yeah," she said, muffled, "but I won't tell anyone we freakin' hugged if you don't, even if I needed it, and you pretty much have to be my best friend now because I'm not hugging and crying on anyone who's not my best friend. So. You're that for me."
Circular Jace logic. She felt sore and wet and gross, too. But somehow the world was sort of easier to bear; the crying had dislodged a cold, hard lump inside of her chest that made her breathing easier and her mind less... difficult. She could think Harper without wanting to fly apart, just then. Irelia was the only one she was cool with at all seeing her cry.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 2:25 am
Irelia squeezed back, shocked the other girl was even letting her hug her. Snickering despite herself at Jace's comment, Irelia nodded.
"I think we have to be best friends anyway. Harper's gone now, so who else do we have? Besides, you're cool. You're a cool best friend."
Irelia pulled away reluctantly, and tried to arrange her horrible messy hair in an attempt to look like she wasn't a crazy child on some sort of drugs, with her wild hair, puffy cheeks and bright red eyes, but she was having no luck. She gave a nervous giggle, her emotions strained beyond recognition.
"Sooo.... I don't really want to go home right now. It doesn't feel right to do that."
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 2:30 am
"I want to be anywhere but," said Jace vehemently, and ran a hand through her own hair: unlike Irelia's, all it needed was a quick shake before it was back to normal, a messy tangle of crimson spikes. "It just keeps on -- reminding me, reminding you. And I can't face everyone's bullshit. I wish we could run away and, like, camp out somewhere for a couple days."
Even if M.B. would call the freakin' air force in and Jack would staple her feet to the ground. "Let's go mess around somewhere for a bit," she said, standing up, brushing all the damp off her jeans, "just, you know, wherever."
Harper was gone. They only had each other now, really. Nobody else gave a damn, nobody's parents either. He would've been pissed as hell that the nation wasn't in mourning and everyone wasn't cutting their hair off and burning things.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 2:44 am
"God, where could we go that isn't like the mall or the park or the liberty centre? I mean, we could go to the library, but you have to be quiet and I don't want to go somewhere where there are so many rules to follow."
Irelia shrugged.
"Everything that I would want to do requires parental permission. Even camping does. Which blows."
Irelia shook her head. Being a kid sucked sometimes.
"My dad is seriously lying to me. I dunno about what, but its driving me mental. Did you bring your bike, Jace?" Irelia interrupted herself as she picked her bike off the ground.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 2:50 am
"Yeah, that's why it's called running away," but fully knowing that she would be crucified if she lead Irelia into something Jace cracked her shoulders instead. "Yeah, it's by the swings. I don't know. Let's just ride and we'll figure out where to go on the way."
She brushed more grass off her legs. That stuff really, really stuck on, it adhered like glue. "And parents lie," she said simply, "parents always lie."
M.B. tended to lie. It was just what they did. They'd figure it out without their freakin' parents. Irelia's dad sounded the same as her mother.
They had to figure it out.
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