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 Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 11:23 am
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"Bitches love a chick with a guitar," Chel explained further, taking Barbara out of his hands and gently setting her down on the grass beside them so as to not injure her when she turned around and sat on his lap facing him.
Hands clamped either side of his face playfully. "C'mon. Just give me like a week with her. Promise not to light her on fire cross my heart an' hope to die."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 12:59 am
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"If you're comfortable with me cooking," he said with a wry smile. Jack didn't have to say he would pick up her slack; it was easily assumed at this point because this mattered to him, and when Jack ******** Hawthorn put his mind to something, he gave it his all. Chel was right: joining her in every exercise was an act of solidarity as well as his way of keeping her on track.
"Alright, just copy what I do. Step on one end of the theraband with your left foot, and you're going to pull it up like this..."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 1:02 am
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He made a face for comedic effect when separated from his One True Love. "'Hope to die' is ******** right if you mess with her," Jack grumbled, automatically sliding his arms around Chel's waist. "You want me to take photos of the other chords, or do you want to brave one of the books I've got?"
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 7:40 am
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"Someday you'll love me like that," Chel said wistfully, knocking his cheek with her knuckles. Her fingers fell on the scar and she couldn't help but run her hand down it. It was a nice guide to his collar bone. "Take pictures. No way I'm readin'." Which was going to be a problem anyways since she'd have to read to look up the song. Details, details.
But then she tugged on part of his hair as revenge and laughed to herself. She made a motion to stand up and took out her phone to take the pictures. "Alright strike some cool poses too."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 7:45 am
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It was interesting then that Chel met nothing with her full potential except the things that didn't matter at all. She tackled everything with a lazy sense of "close enough" and only applied herself to the small things that no one noticed; the fact that her eyeliner wings were symmetrical and perfect, the memorization of the way Jack's face looked when he was exasperated to note when it happened later. Small things that made no difference to anyone but her, maybe.
"Like this?"
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"I can't feel my arm. It must have fallen off there's no ********' way it can hurt this much and still be numb." Chel had made it through the exercise with only mild complaining and was now exercising her right to complain as they walked towards her room for the ice.
It was a soft wheezing sound that had her yelping every once in a while when the shoulder turned in the slightest wrong way. "Here lies Chel, she died because Jack took off her arm."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 9:08 am
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His brow raised as her fingers followed the scar. "Firstly, you want me to treat you like something fragile and defenseless? Secondly," the lopsided grin came out, "does Vogue want the shirt off for this or no?"
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 9:14 am
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"Your memory will carry on after death, babe, rest assured," Jack continued for her, making a lewd gesture with a smirk before patting her back. "Look, here's the fun part where you get to relax and I get to play doting boyfriend. It's a pretty good reward if you ask me."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 9:43 am
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"You barrelin' to rip yer shirt off an' I'm the whore?" Chel responded with an incredulous expression. She was surprised Jack made the offer in public if all places.
She waved her hand a few times and said, "Keep it on Romeo." With more vulgar implication in her tone she said, "Save it for the private lessons."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 9:47 am
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"Jack. Jackles. Beanstalk." She went through the list of named with a face. "You know I ain't tappin' anyone else for a lot of reasons, but yer shitty bedside behavior ain't one."
She got him to unlock the door and sat on her bed with much groaningg and dramatics. "Get me some ice or yer fired," she finally said tiredly, wincing when she tried to roll her shoulder out of habit.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 10:03 am
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(It was starting to get too easy to forget the rest of the world.)
"Fine, fine." At her behest, Jack struck several poses with Barbara, only smiling if prompted to. For someone who enjoyed taking photos of Chel, he wasn't as big a fan of having photos of himself taken. Afterwards, he clicked the case open and put his guitar away.
"We should probably schedule those," he said, sounding casual but still clearly keeping up the ruse. "When do you want to have a private lesson, Ms. Craft?"
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 10:12 am
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He chuckled a little and didn't bother defending himself. "I'll do better, just for you, hot lips," he promised as he went for the fridge and pulled out an ice pack. "Here." After passing Chel the pack, he started trying to fluff her pillows. "A glass of water? A blanket? A foot massage?" he joked.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 10:31 am
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"Some tape'd be good," she said flatly, having realized something while she hissed through the icy numb the ice pack provided.
She looked at Jack rather perplexedly. "Y'know this means no sex for three weeks."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 1:43 pm
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Chel kept Barbara for exactly one week. In that time she poured her spare minutes and moments into fixing her fingers into curled shapes that mimicked the pictures she'd taken. It was still rough, but she could get through the song with minimal frustration.
Babe and love and better than great were not Chel's casual lexicon. She had always been straightforward with conversation, but in a dual sense she was never forthcoming with real feelings. It was easy to fake love with Nevada, almost impossible to be real with jack.
He was trying and Chel tried twice as hard to wrap her mind around the guitsr frets. She vaguely commented to Tenebrae that she didn't think guitar was her thing. One song was enough. He surprisingly agreed.
Introspection came naturally; as with any monotonous action she mulled over her comfort and discomfort. Fragility and security rarely went together but with Jack the two concepts were interwoven. She was coming to terms with associative attachment even if she didn't say as much. Her actions hadn't changed much but there was a soft kind of attention she paid to Jack, a rigid sense of affection. She would never be the kind of person that freely said love and babe but she could damn well play a song and hope the shortcoming were met with indifference at worst.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 2:02 pm
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"I know," he replied with a verbal shrug as he fetched some tape. "That's not the longest I've gone without, I can deal; I like sex, I'm not addicted to it."
Returning, Jack nudged some of her hair out of the way and began strapping the ice pack to her. "Besides, we'll make up for it once you're better."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 2:22 pm
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A week without seeing the guitar meant a week of double takes in the spot she usually leaned against. While Jack exaggerated his affection for Barbara, it wasn't without a grain of truth to bud from. Some people formed attachments to their pets, some people collected stupid s**t for a hobby, and Jack bonded with an inanimate object. Only without Barbara did he get struck with keen needs to strum on his downtime. (Much in the same way, he supposed, a bed on his own was becoming a state secondary to sharing it.)
Chel had kept her word, though. A week later she sent him a text to come pick Barbara up, and after picking up a fresh six pack of juice to stock her fridge in addition to his sparse groceries that day (ramen, coffee packs, water bottles, gum, crackers) and dropping his particulars off in his room, Jack climbed the stairs.
He knocked once to announce himself before unlocking the door. "I'm here for the girl," he said very importantly, displaying his offering.
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