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 Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 12:24 pm
Apologizing was easy. Getting the other person to accept that apology? Not always so easy. Wilson had gotten a hint of it from twitter, but Dakota and that whole beach mission thing hadn’t gone so well, to say the least. He should have apologized as soon as the mission was over, but PMSing and being a woman clouded his logic a bit. But he was a guy again! His mind was free of hormones and sobbing and feels and boobs. It had been a few days since the mission. Maybe Dakota had simmered down a bit.
His footsteps were quiet as he walked down the dorm hallway. One hand was buried in his hoodie’s pockets as he scanned the dorm numbers on each door. Eventually he found Dakota’s. Wilson stood in front of the door and hesitated. Should he knock? Should he not knock? A hand curled into a fist and tentatively knocked on the door.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 1:01 pm
Dakota was unaware of Wilson outside his room, focusing instead on the continuous and rigorous work out routine he was doing. He was a growing boy, and growing boys need to man up before they actually hit man status quo....
There was no way Dakota was going to be 6'5 and measely 190lbs of lean muscle...hell no.
He was halfway through his reps of pushups, 30 out of 60 as he lifted his body up and down. Rest was for the weak...
Plus he needed to work of some kinda of mad. Double D doomsday had really changed the hunter's perspective on his friends. Nevermind the PMSy attitude of the gaggle full of women, their was something to be said about...no it was the attitudes of the bro's turned into ho's.
Specifically one bro. A bro that had lost his brocard to Dakota.
A specific Gas masked b*****d that Dakota had no more bro love for. You just don't sell your brother out man. Look at Marcus! In a fit of fighting for women, In the body of still a woman and still drunk, had managed to steal Dakota and carry him to safety. Just...That was a bro!
Clearly Wilson was not a bro.
More pushups now....Work off the mad.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 2:00 pm
There was no answer. Wilson uneasily shifted his weight onto foot and then back to the other. Had Dakota heard the knock or had he simply refused to answer the door? He didn’t know. Did he want to find out? Sighing, he stared at the door with a helpless expression. He didn’t want to incite Dakota. That would only exacerbate their relationship even more, but he had to apologize. He really shouldn’t have hit Dakota like that, and normally he wouldn’t have, but…
He wanted to throw his arms up into the air and flip a table. Maybe he should have brought cookies. Pictures of pretty women? Ughhhh.
For the next few minutes, the death trainee stood in front of the door looking like a lost, confused puppy. There was another sigh, but it wasn’t Wilson’s. It was Gramps’. [I’ve wasted five minutes of my life waiting for you to not stand in front of this door like an idiot. Let’s just skedaddle already.] Wilson began to look distressed. He crossed his arms. But Dakota’s my friend. Had it been any other friend he might have left, but this was Dakota. One of his first friends on the island. Someone he’d manage to put up with far longer than Wilson thought he could. Dakota was the (taller and admittedly more muscular) younger brother Wilson liked to have around.
He tried knocking again, harder and louder this time. If he doesn’t answer I’ll come back later today.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 12:32 am
Dakota hadn't meant to ignore the first knock, counting his reps. When he heard the knock this time, he got up, counting where he left off and wiped his brow with his shirt.
In case a lady came to visit or something. Sighing, he opened the door, ready with a compliment on their beauty and why such a angel would descend from heaven to pay a lowly human like him homage and instead was met with...
Wilson.
"What do you want....?" Dakota's snapped, stiffening as he stared at his NOT BRO. "Didn't get enough attacking me at the beach and came to ******** up my room as well Wilson? Sorry you didn't get your shitty prize dude...."
Oh such angry words Dakota.....
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 3:33 pm
Wilson stiffened up, his lips pressed together in a thin line, but at least he hadn’t flinched at Dakota’s words. He might have given himself a pat on the back if he wasn’t too busy trying to cope with the sting in his heart. It hurt and it stung and it wasn’t going away. Wilson flicked his gaze to the side, the corners of his mouth curling into a brief scowl while he forced himself to keep his ears open. Dakota’s voice trailed off and Wilson brought his gaze forward again. He tried to look up at Dakota—was it him, or did he feel smaller than usual?—but instead looked to the side of his face.
“No, it’s not that.” Wilson stopped and looked down, trying to string words together into a coherent sentence. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior at the beach. Being a woman with…” His voice trailed off. “And the hormones were really stressful, but I know that doesn’t justify my actions and I hope you can forgive me.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 5:29 pm
OHOHOHO WILSON, Dakota would not fall to your easy and cute apology and things. NO MATTER HOW MUCH HE THOUGHT OF YOU. (and that Nyx would totally hug you so you didn't look so sad like a puppy QQ)
"Funny, Pretty sure Marcus was a woman, drunk, hormonal and still managed to carry my heavy a** to the stupid ******** goal line WITHOUT hurting me." Dakota's arms crossed as he leaned on the door jamb, looking down at his supposeded little older brother. "and Yet all I can remember his getting gas sprayed in my face, attacked left and right from actual ladies and then that's it. All because for some reason, some stupid a** dumbass decided to make me the only man on the island?"
He waited a beat, "I took your brocard away Wilson beccause Bro's don't do that s**t no matter what.."
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 11:22 pm
Still no flinch. Gramps was proud of you, Wilson. His lips curled into a tiny frown. He narrowed his eyes a bit as he stared off to the side. There was a twinge of hurt bitterness as he spoke softly, “If you haven’t noticed, I’m not Marcus.” Oh yes, that was right. Marcus and Dakota were such bros. Marcus was such a better friend than Wilson was. Maybe it was because they had a smaller age difference than Wilson and Dakota. Maybe it was because they were in the same division, but none of that mattered. Marcus was still the better friend. He was still the horrible friend. Of course.
No, he wasn’t even a friend anymore.
He took a deep, shaky breath. “Alright. I get it.” Hands in his pockets, Wilson turned and walked away.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 11:41 pm
"Don't worry. Think I figured that out clear enough after this whole stupid event..." Did Dakota really even realize that Wilson had come to apologize in the first place?
Or was Dakota being so immature that he couldn't put it behind him that of all people to attack him, Wilson had. Maybe if he had worked off more mad then he'd be fine. After all, how much s**t had Wilson put up with?
Dakota personally didn't care at this point.
"Ah..." He blinked as Wilson started to walk away, frowning. Well hell, he thought they'd duke it out...AT LEAST. Maybe that would help Dakota's mood. He scowled as the hunter started to disappear. "Fine jerk." Oddly enough, Dakota didn't FEEL ANY BETTER with the words. No....He was feeling worst.
Chama touched his mind briefly, oddly quiet since there last talk. He welcomed the weapon's voice.
"Guess it was too good to be true anyways." He mumbled to Chama.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 11:50 pm
Wilson continued to walk with his head held low. Gramps’ voice was low, hesitant and careful as he spoke. [You’re not even going to give it to him?] You heard what he said. [But you made those for him as an apology gift. It’d be a waste, kid.] Wilson was out of the dorm building now. Slowly, he took out one hand from his pockets to brandish a tiny package. He stared at it. Wilson turned around to look at the dorm building.
He still walked away. But the next day, Dakota would find something just beside his door in the hallway. There was a pink ribbon tied around it, the ends curled. The package even had a tag addressed to him, written in neat handwriting. To most people, this was probably from a girl.
It was a bag of sugar cookies shaped in crescent moons.
[You made him cookies, right?] I always make cookies when I ******** things up. My college friends could never resist. Wilson managed a weak smile at this. [“No homo”?] No homo.
If Dakota flipped the tag there was still the neat, girly printing, You're amazing.
Maybe if he looked closely he could see faint imprints in the paper. Imprints of past messages written in pencil, then erased, then re-written again and again. He would never know what Wilson had really meant.
I’ll always watch over you.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 5:17 pm
Dakota shrugged as Wilson walked away.
Chama framed in his mind, embracing him with warmth. Patting the sword, he nodded.
"Should be alright I guess." His voice wasn't as confident. Back inside, he continued his workouts till he fell asleep.
The next day though, he woke slowly and sore. Opening the door of his dorm with a towel wrapped around bare shoulder, heading to the showers, his eyes fell on a little back of crescent shaped cookies. Tied with a pink ribbon, he leaned down and picked it up.
Flipping the the tag, he read the message and grinned. Secret admirer? That was hot. Well cookies shouldn't be wasted!
He opened it up on the way to the showers and devoured most of them. Wilson the last person on his mind.
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