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 Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:07 pm
Chris shifted uncomfortably, poking at the layers of the sandwich Paris had brought for him, not sure if he could force himself to eat it now that they'd gotten into an argument. It was strange, knowing everything that he knew now. He wanted things to go back to how they were, when they were both happy and excited to see each other and Paris would show up at his apartment whenever he wanted, but then... knowing that Paris had lied to him all that time... it hurt, and he didn't know if he was ready to let himself open up again so quickly.
"I don't think of you as a trophy... or a housewife. I could have done all that on my own," he mumbled, slowly but surely pulling the sandwich apart, though he wasn't really aware that he was doing it. "And I only have good grades because I work at it and take the time to study... and that's because I do want to amount to something. Someone my parents can be proud of..." He wanted all the normal things in life. He played to his strengths, and he was lucky to be in a family that was able to give him all the opportunities he could possibly get while growing up.
He cautioned a glance up at the young man across the table from him, shifting again as he fiddled with a piece of bread, subconsciously tearing it into little pieces in his inability to get comfortable again. He felt like a jerk for not just agreeing right away to begin with. He should have just said yes and now Paris was upset when he thought he could rely on him to hold to his promises.
"I'm sorry... I'm happy for you, getting this chance, I mean. So... yeah..." He was just going to keep his mouth shut for a while...
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:26 pm
"It doesn't have anything to do with how you thought of me, Chris," Paris told him. "It has to do with how other people saw us when we were together."
In all honestly, he didn't really mind it. He hadn't cared then and he wouldn't have cared now if they were still together. Cooking and cleaning and generally taking care of Chris had never bothered him. Being referred to as a "housewife" didn't bother him, even coming from his own best friend who hadn't even been saying it in the best possible way. He didn't have a lot of people in his life, but he tended to care about those he did have, and occasionally, under certain circumstances, he got into the habit of taking care of them, especially if they were victim to some sort of flaw or misfortune that rendered them incapable of taking care of themselves.
That had never been the problem. The problem was that he was a seventeen year old high school drop out with no future of his own making. He had been relying on his relationship with Chris, as precarious as it was, to see him through, when he'd known all along there was no way it could last. He was trying to fix that now. He was taking the opportunity to prove his worth and better himself in the process.
He thought that was a very noble, very empowering thing, and he hoped one day the people who mattered in his life would be proud of him for it.
"Anyway, that's all I wanted to ask you, and since we've got that settled I guess I'll leave you alone," he conceded, noting how uncomfortable he was making him. He reached out to grab Chris's hands and stop him from further mutilating his sandwich. "You're supposed to be eating that," he said, standing to his feet to retract his hands and collect his purse so that he could prepare to leave.
"Thanks for helping. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon," he added and turned to begin walking away.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:46 pm
He looked up suddenly when Paris grabbed his hands, not having realized what he was doing and now felt stupid for fidgeting so much. "Oh... right," he mumbled lamely, watching as Paris got up to leave.
That could have gone better, definitely. It wasn't like he hated Paris. He just hated what he'd done, and sometimes it was difficult to get his mind around everything. Still, he watched as Paris picked up his things and started heading away. Now all that was left was for him to get to his next class and... do something with his sandwich. He didn't throw it away, at least. He just scooped it all up into the package it came in so he could pick at the pieces to eat a bit at a time.
It had been nice of Paris to bring him lunch and coffee. He knew how he liked his coffee too, so that was a plus. "Bye," he called after Paris, wishing he had been a bit more well behaved, especially since Paris was just asking fo a favor.
Chris sighed and got up from the bench after a few more minutes and went off to the next class he had, bringing his coffee and what was left of his sandwich with him.
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