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 Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 11:17 pm
july 2nd
She cringed. The apology came swift but not swift enough. Now he was mad at her, and the silence after her apology just proved it.
She was going to have to learn how to maneuver herself around the man. She knew she could do it. She knew she had the experience, and the willpower, to stop hurting him. To be his friend. To be what he wanted.
She felt stronger, the more she talked herself into it. But he still hadn't answered.
Did I piss you off?
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 11:30 pm
july 1st
It probably didn't help that he knew some of the Madonna songs either, even if towards the end they became more murmurs than anything else. Truly it was a shame Dawson wasn't more inebriated, because then they both could have shamelessly dug into like a virgin. (Or maybe it was a very good thing they weren't both so drunk at the same time, because Dawson had a strange habit of losing his shirt when he got shitfaced.) (But then again this was Maebe--)
He boomed with laughter at himself, and maybe he might have heard her somehow. But then, if Dawson was still smiling, not awkward, and not making apologies in some make or form, it was safe to say he hadn't. For all he knew, Maebe had just forgotten the tune completely, which caused him to snicker even more.
"Aww sheeyit, yer gonna ruin my prize winnin' voice," Dawson accused and cleared his throat. It was starting to sound a little hoarse--probably due to his overexuberance with volume. "Well thain' happenin', shoog! Mm-mm! I won."
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 11:37 pm
july 2nd
He heard his phone buzz but couldn't even lift his head without feeling dizzy for another stretch of time. Blindly he groped for something that wasn't a beer can and eventually found one of multiple water bottles he kept around to drink and slowly, ever so slowly, took sips from it. Now seemed as good a time as any to just knock out and hope for a less than excruciating hangover.
Cringing as he turned the screen back on, Dawson managed to skim her question and spat out a series of quick and short messages. Apparently he'd forgotten to send his message earlier, God damn. But no: not mad, just sleepy and dizzy. Emotional and drained too, but he didn't have near the concentration or will power to add them.
night mayeb
He started literally crawling to the mattress, his head hanging and swinging with each movement.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 11:44 pm
july 1st
"Hold on." She didn't actually lift her head - she couldn't, even if she tried. "Hooold on. Hold on. Okay hold on." Her hand reached out, trying to wave at him, and instead smacked against his face over and over.
"Hold. On."
Then it stilled, and just laid on his face for ten full seconds before she spoke.
"This was a competition?!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 11:50 pm
july 2nd
She told him goodnight, and turned off her phone. Then she turned it back on, and skimmed for something. Anything. Anyone else.
She closed her phone again.
Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she stared up at her ceiling, where a piece of tape still hung from the poster she used to have on it. She smiled, and then she frowned. It all came back in a rush; the anxiety, the paranoia, the fear.
She wasn't going to sleep, tonight.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 12:02 am
july 4thShe thought she was going to spend the 4th in her bed, playing the perfect part of a hermit. But when Dawson told her he had fireworks ( Maebe Grace, I got EAGLE BLOOD he'd told her, in response, and she wondered if that was a type of firework) she couldn't resist. So she showed up on the beach, with half of her box of coconut doughnuts still uneaten, like she'd promised, and she sat down on the sand to wait. Just for the fireworks, she promised herself. That's all you get. That's all you get.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 8:58 am
july 1st
Dawson passively took the smacks, blinking and making a face each time but not truly bothered. He did, however, choose to lick her hand since he could.
"Life's a competition," he told Maebe with a sagely nod. "Always tryna win sumthin', y'know?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 9:10 am
july 4thFireworks were getting a lot more expensive than he remembered. how long had he been in that pod again? A year? Something like that. Inflation freakin' sucked either way because he had meant to get more fireworks for the Fourth of July, but now all he could manage with this budget was a handful--and he had to split them up amongst the people he was celebrating with throughout the day. But it was a very good day either way. Dawson kept busy and kept social, and that was the best combination he could possibly have. Plus, doughnuts.He lumbered over to the beach after grabbing the goods and perked as he saw Maebe. "Ayyyyyyy!" he called with a big smile, hastening over. "Happy Freedom Day, Maebe Grace!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 8:16 pm
july 1st
She would have agreed with him, if not for the fact that she would never be able to win a singing competition against him (or anyone). So instead, she just picked up his hand and licked his palm. That made sense.
"Well I'm winning the drinking competition by a mile. So then I guess then we're even then."
She swayed, just slightly, before her lips curled up in a mischievous, dangerous smile. But she did nothing other than bubble out one word as if it was a joke.
"Then."
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 8:28 pm
july 4She looked over her shoulder when she heard him call, and rested her head on her chin to watch him amble over. She'd curled up until her arms had wrapped around her legs, bundled into herself for warmth, so she didn't get up when he made it to her. "And to you, Dawson Grace." She thought it had been a joking stereotype at first, the idea of patriotism and the South. But there he was, breathless and shining with all sorts of excitement over a day she couldn't really be bothered with. Her smile turned wry, and she plucked her shirt out for him to see. It was a long, sleeveless shirt, colored vaguely like the flag without any blue involved, and on it with glittering gems it said Red White and Pink"Closest I could get." She murmured guiltily.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 8:47 pm
july 1st
He made an immature face at her and proceeded to smear his hand on her shoulder. Maybe a little too close to a boob. Damn aim.
"Yeeeeup." He popped the "p" with a grin. "Guess ya did. You won yerself n' all expense paid trip right back to yer room, 'cuz m'pretty sure we both had enough fer t'night." Dawson started to drape his arm around her shoulders. "C'mon now."
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 9:07 pm
july 4th
Dawson, naturally, was the embodiment of God Bless America, but he still beamed at her like she had put forth more effort when he saw her outfit. "Suits ya perfectly," he told her as he flopped down beside her and set his things aside.
Was it a warning sign that she was curled up, or was she just staying warm? He gave her a curious glance before opening the box and helping himself to a donut with great gusto, happy sounds accompanying. "Gaaaaaahdamn, you an angel fer savin' some."
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 9:37 pm
july 1st
That trademark pout creased her face, and she snuggled in when his arm wrapped around her. She kept snuggling, until she'd found herself all but sitting on his lap, tugging on his collar until he came closer.
"Or you could take me back to your place." She offered, without a trace of subtlety in her voice. "I bet you could make me sing, then."
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 9:41 pm
july 4th
"You're right. I am. Because these are my very favorite, and I am a very selfish person. So either I just love you so damn much, or I'm trying to get something out of you. Really, it could go either way. Nobody will ever know for sure."
She sneakily slid her hand into the doughnut box to grab one for her own.
"Get me a pina colada next time I take you out to a bar. Okay?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 10:18 pm
july 1st
Was drunk Maebe worse or better to have when it came to the flirting? Dawson laughed a little nervously as he go to his feet, securing Maebe in a semi awkward hold as he lumbered out of the bar. He was a little slower just to make sure he didn't start teetering with the extra weight.
"Nah, you oughta sleep in yer bed, s'comfier." Yes. Good. Logic.
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