Logs: Bobby and Marie, Bobby and Terry
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xp_logsMarie decides to make an appearance at the ice cream party, and she and Bobby mend fences and get silly. And flirt a bit.
Marie had hesitated when she saw the post in the journals about the ice cream party. After all, she hadn't had a particularly good experience with Bobby or Terry the last time she'd seen them...in fact, both encounters had been fairly horrible. But she knew a lot of the students would be going and this would be a good chance to get to see them in a social setting before she had to perform any RA-ly type duties with them. Stepping into her fuzzy bunny slippers before putting on a pair of blue gloves to match her PJs, she
headed to the kitchen.
Bobby was in his element as he made sure that he had at least a small amount of everyone's favorite flavor made--those that he knew, anyway, and he prided himself on never forgetting a flavor--as well as plenty of supplies ready to whip up a custom batch of any ice cream flavor under the sun. Terry'd helped him set up little bowls of different toppings, as well as half a dozen different syrups, and the required whipped-cream-in-a-can. Students had come trickling in, some hesitant, the ones that had been around for a while gleeful, and the rest curious and eager to try some of Bobby's infamous homemade ice cream.
At the moment, he was sitting on the counter near the door, grinning as he took a brief break from whipping up fresh flavors to watch kids eat ice cream, throw M&Ms at each other, stick mini marshmallows to the tip of their nose--ah yes. Summer nights at Xavier's. He'd never get too old for this.
Marie could hear the murmer of voices and giggles as she neared the kitchen. As she walked through the door, she surveyed the small crowd that had gathered. She was impressed that they seemed to have gone all out – toppings galore and every ice cream known to man (and some that weren’t) set out. Of course, when had Bobby ever not gone all out when it came to ice cream and fun? Looking up, her gaze finally rested upon him and she offered a tentative smile. He looked so happy and carefree; much more like the boy she remembered from her past than the angry man she had fought with more recently.
Bobby's smile faded a bit as he spotted Marie, but he nodded and hopped down from the counter. "Hey. Strawberry shortcake, right?" He didn't know why he'd done it—habit, maybe, or as a peace offering—but he'd already you made Marie's favorite, and he went to the freezer now, pulling a small dish out and holding it out to her. "Join the party." He gave her a small grin. He could do this, he could be her friend.
“You remembered,” she said softly. Of course, since she knew he never forgot a favorite flavor, her words meant something else entirely. She hadn’t missed the change in his facial expression when he had noticed her, but she reminded herself that it was better than the last time. She accepted the proffered bowl and took a bite. “Mmm…wow, Ah’ve missed your ice cream. No one makes it like you do.” See girl, this can work, y’all can just talk.
Bobby snorted. "Well, duh," he said teasingly, relaxing a little. Neither of them were calling names, biting heads off—and the atmosphere in the kitchen kind of made Bobby nostalgic.
He grabbed himself a bowl of rocky road and motioned toward a spot a little less filled with chattering teenagers, pausing to find Terry and give her a grin and a wink before heading away from the crowd. "Man, I've missed these parties," he admitted to Marie quietly, watching everyone enjoy the fruits of his labors. "Sure beats demon attacks."
“You’re telling me,” she replied with a relieved smile as they moved to the calmer spot. “It’s nice to see everyone gather because of somethin’ happy, not because its time to get told that the next evil crazy mutant has decided to try and take over the world.” Taking another bite of her ice cream, she grinned appreciatively. “Plus they never provide snacks for those kinds of meetings.”
Bobby chuckled and nodded. "I've tried to convince Scott that hot fudge sundaes would make mission briefings much more pleasant, but he's not on board." He grinned. "Something about ice cream and leather being a bad combination…I dunno."
Marie giggled and raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, if whipped cream and leather don’t go well together, Ah’d imagine ice cream wouldn’t be any better,” she blurted out without thinking about it. Turning a little pink, she quickly shoved another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.
Bobby momentarily choked on the ice cream he'd just swallowed, shaking his head and grinning. "You make that sound so much dirtier than it was," he teased, tapping her on the nose with the bowl of his spoon. "And I can't believe you're still holding a grudge over it," he added with a smirk.
Batting her eyes innocently, Marie’s cheeks remained rosy. “Well, when Ah tried to get my revenge, a certain someone kept freezing the whipped cream before it could hit him,” she said, playfully poking his belly. “Though Ah seem to remember winning the wrestling match that followed.”
Bobby blushed faintly and nodded. "You cheated, though," he replied, clearing his throat. He shared a private smile with her, remembering that particular wrestling session very well. Man, dating Marie had been frustrating—but fun.
He took a deep breath and said quietly, "Hey Em, look. I'm sorry I've been such a dick since you came back. I guess…I let myself just kinda forget about the good times we had, and focused on the bad shit."
Casting her eyes down, Marie took another bite before she replied. “’s ok. Ah think it’s easier sometimes, to just remember the bad bits. Anger feels safer, y’ know?” Looking back up at Bobby, she smiled weakly and reached out to squeeze his hand. “We did have some good times, didn’t we?” She didn’t wait for an answer before continuing. “Ah know it sounds stupid, but Ah really do want us to be friends again. Ah missed talkin’ to you.”
Bobby reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind Marie's ear with his free hand, careful not to touch her skin. He'd had tons of practice at that little trick, and he didn't even think about it, just gave her a warm smile. "I missed talking to you, too. I missed a lot of things." He returned the gentle squeeze of her hand. "Friends?"
Marie’s breath caught for a moment at the familiar action. It brought to mind lazy summer days from years earlier. They had both been happy then, hadn’t they? “Friends,” she said firmly before wrapping him in a quick hug. Grinning mischievously, her tone became lighter and playful as she took a step back. “And dearest friend, Ah think Ah still owe you a lil' something…” With a mad dash, she set her bowl down on the counter and grabbed a can of whipped cream.
Bobby's eyes widened comically. "Shit. Don't you dare, Em." He waggled his fingers at her, backing away slowly. "I'll freeze it again…" He wouldn't, though, and the grin on his face probably made that apparent. He had this coming.
She took her time approaching Bobby, the grin on her face growing larger and larger, until she finally had him backed in a corner. Aiming the tip of the can at his face, she arched an eyebrow at him. “What? No witty final words?” And with that, she squirted a very small amount on his nose, giggling the whole time. “You are so lucky Ah have to be a good example.”
Bobby had been holding his breath, waiting to be blasted with whipped cream, and it took a moment to sink in that it wasn't going to happen. He burst out laughing, licking the topping from his nose. "Okay, we're even now." He patted her shoulder and grinned. "I'm gonna go find Terry. I'll see you later, 'kay?"
“Later,” she said with a smile as he walked off. Ah’m glad Ah decided to come. Everything is finally starting to come together. All her old friendships were finally falling back into place and it felt good. Picking up her bowl, she polished off the rest of her ice cream before wandering amidst the gathered students to continue socializing.
Bobby and Marie's reconciliation doesn't go unnoticed, and Bobby and Terry have a bit of a fight over old girlfriends--and unhealed hurts.
There was a great deal of noise and chatter going on in the kitchen, kids near shouting in order to be hear and laughing without stopping in their sugar hyped rambles. But Terry's hearing was good, extremely good and she was watching Bobby closely enough that what she did miss she could fill in. And she didn't like it at all.
Finally she closed her eyes deliberately, set aside her ice cream with a solid thunk and stood. She didn't have to stay for this. No one could expect her to watch her boyfriend flirt with his ex-girlfriend, run his fingers through another girl's hair. Laugh while they reminisced about when they were together. She shouldn't have to stand still while he left her. She was going to bed and that was that. And tomorrow…tomorrow she'd think about when she got there.
Bobby left Marie and looked around for Terry, grinning as he wiped the remaining whipped cream off of his nose. He spotted her as she stood up and jogged to her side, slipping an arm around her waist as he looked around the room. “Hey, this is great, isn’t it?”
She glanced up at him incredulously and pulled away. "I'm going up now. I don't want to be here anymore." No point fighting here and now. Not when there wasn't anything really to fight about. The evidence spoke for itself.
Bobby frowned as she pulled back. “What’s wrong, hon? Do you not feel well? Too much ice cream?” He reached for her again, concern all over his face.
She stepped back again, "Why don't you go back to Marie, then? Sure you were having a good time with her a minute ago before you remembered I was here." Terry couldn't quite keep the edge out of her tone, her posture stiff. "Wouldn't want to get in your way now."
Bobby straightened, blinking in surprise. “What are you—I didn’t forget you were here, Terry.” He glanced over at Marie and then back to Terry. “What’s wrong? What’d I do?”
Okay, so they were going to fight here. "I could hear you, Bobby. I could see you. Did you think I wouldn't notice what was going on? Do you miss wrestling with her? Playing with her hair?"
Oh no, they weren’t. Bobby stared at her in disbelief for a second, then grabbed her by the arm and headed for the kitchen door. They did not need half the damn school watching. “I don’t know what you think you saw or heard, but there’s nothing going on with Em and me,” he said in a low voice, lips barely moving.
She heard him perfectly and jerked away again the second they were out of the kitchen. "Not yet. But I was watching you, Bobby and I know you better than nearly every person here. How long before you decide you want her more?"
This was not happening. He was not having this conversation. How in the world could she even think… “Terry,” he said, struggling to remain calm. “I will not. Leave you. For Rogue.” That he even had to say those words was mind boggling. They finally manage a little civility and suddenly they’re getting back together?
There was a time he wouldn't have had to and Terry was as painfully aware of it as she was that she still didn't believe him. "I'm going to bed. I don't want to talk about this." The hurt bled into her voice, just a little.
Bobby groaned. He couldn’t leave the party, he was supervising, and there would be one hell of a mess to clean up afterwards. “Please, don’t do this, baby,” he pleaded, reaching for her yet again, inwardly braced for her to pull away once again. “I love you.”
Terry let him touch her but shook her head, "I know you do. But we both know how much that's really worth." She looked up at him, "I believed her when she told me that she wasn't interested. It's harder to trust you."
…Hokay, that hurt. He probably deserved it, but it fucking hurt. Especially the first part. He didn’t expect her to trust him, not after what he’d done, but if he wasn't mistaken, she'd basically just implied that his love was practically worthless. He felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach. “Yeah, maybe you should go to bed,” he said quietly, coldly, almost but not quite keeping a tremor of emotion from the words.
He turned away. “I gotta go keep an eye on the kids. I’ll talk to you later.”
Terry flinched at his tone and knew that he didn't know what she'd meant. "Bobby…" she started, then stopped, reluctant to make this worse. It was bad enough already. But she couldn't let him gone with that sound in his voice. "Bobby, I didn't mean it like that. It's…love isn't everything. It's no guarantee. It's never stopped anyone from leaving me."
It didn’t matter to Bobby anymore how she’d meant it—the hurt was there, and it wasn’t going away. Things weren’t better between them, after all. All the cuddling and playing, the dates, the prom, the ring—who were they kidding?
“There are no guarantees in life, Theresa,” he said quietly, his back to her. “Sometimes you just have to take risks.” He wanted to just walk away, go back to the kitchen, pretend this conversation hadn’t happened, but he couldn’t make his feet work. He held his breath as he waited for her to do something, say something…or do the walking away for both of them.
And that's what it came down to. Did she trust him enough to risk that he'd betray that again and leave her? "I told her I couldn't handle losing you again. And I can't. You can be friends with her. I can't stop you from that. But don't tell me that you're not attracted to her. Don't lie to me and expect me to not wonder how far that goes." Her hands had curled into fists, arms wrapped around her waist. "I'm sorry that I feel like this. I wish I didn't."
Bobby didn’t reply for a minute. He stood there trying to think, and then finally sighed and turned to face her again. “Honestly? I don’t know if I’m still attracted to her. I’ve pretty much spent the last few years either not thinking about her or hating her.” He shrugged. “Maybe I am. But it doesn’t mean I’m going to dump you for another shot with her. That part of my relationship with Em is over. I don’t want to go there again.” He lowered his eyes and finished quietly, “I want to be with you.”
"I'm sorry. You keep saying that and I'm..." She pulled one hand from around her waist and held it out to him. "I love you but it's just so hard to forget everything. I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. But I don't ever want to have to face losing you again. And I know I'm overreacting. I really do."
Bobby took her hand, then pulled her toward him, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m so sorry, Terry. I don’t blame you for not trusting me, you know…but you can. I’m not going anywhere.” He touched her cheek and whispered, “I love you.”
"I'm sorry," she murmured again, hugging him tightly. She looked up at him, "Promise you won't mention this to Marie at all? I upset her once already and I don't want her thinking I'm some kind of jealous shrew."
Bobby snorted quietly, but nodded, stroking her hair. “Not a word. Scout’s honor.” He smiled at her, a bit sadly, and gave her a quick kiss. “I should really get back to chaperoning…you gonna come back to the party?”
Terry smiled slightly but shook her head. "No, I'm going to bed. I'm really not in the mood to hang out tonight. I think I just want a long shower and then bed. Maybe I'll read a bit."
Bobby was disappointed, but he tried not to show it. “Okay. I…probably won’t be done cleaning up until late, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
She nodded then stretched up to give him a hard kiss, pulling herself against him. "Love you."
“Love you, too.” Bobby gave her a hug, then pulled back and headed for the kitchen door. “Sleep well, sweetie.”
Marie had hesitated when she saw the post in the journals about the ice cream party. After all, she hadn't had a particularly good experience with Bobby or Terry the last time she'd seen them...in fact, both encounters had been fairly horrible. But she knew a lot of the students would be going and this would be a good chance to get to see them in a social setting before she had to perform any RA-ly type duties with them. Stepping into her fuzzy bunny slippers before putting on a pair of blue gloves to match her PJs, she
headed to the kitchen.
Bobby was in his element as he made sure that he had at least a small amount of everyone's favorite flavor made--those that he knew, anyway, and he prided himself on never forgetting a flavor--as well as plenty of supplies ready to whip up a custom batch of any ice cream flavor under the sun. Terry'd helped him set up little bowls of different toppings, as well as half a dozen different syrups, and the required whipped-cream-in-a-can. Students had come trickling in, some hesitant, the ones that had been around for a while gleeful, and the rest curious and eager to try some of Bobby's infamous homemade ice cream.
At the moment, he was sitting on the counter near the door, grinning as he took a brief break from whipping up fresh flavors to watch kids eat ice cream, throw M&Ms at each other, stick mini marshmallows to the tip of their nose--ah yes. Summer nights at Xavier's. He'd never get too old for this.
Marie could hear the murmer of voices and giggles as she neared the kitchen. As she walked through the door, she surveyed the small crowd that had gathered. She was impressed that they seemed to have gone all out – toppings galore and every ice cream known to man (and some that weren’t) set out. Of course, when had Bobby ever not gone all out when it came to ice cream and fun? Looking up, her gaze finally rested upon him and she offered a tentative smile. He looked so happy and carefree; much more like the boy she remembered from her past than the angry man she had fought with more recently.
Bobby's smile faded a bit as he spotted Marie, but he nodded and hopped down from the counter. "Hey. Strawberry shortcake, right?" He didn't know why he'd done it—habit, maybe, or as a peace offering—but he'd already you made Marie's favorite, and he went to the freezer now, pulling a small dish out and holding it out to her. "Join the party." He gave her a small grin. He could do this, he could be her friend.
“You remembered,” she said softly. Of course, since she knew he never forgot a favorite flavor, her words meant something else entirely. She hadn’t missed the change in his facial expression when he had noticed her, but she reminded herself that it was better than the last time. She accepted the proffered bowl and took a bite. “Mmm…wow, Ah’ve missed your ice cream. No one makes it like you do.” See girl, this can work, y’all can just talk.
Bobby snorted. "Well, duh," he said teasingly, relaxing a little. Neither of them were calling names, biting heads off—and the atmosphere in the kitchen kind of made Bobby nostalgic.
He grabbed himself a bowl of rocky road and motioned toward a spot a little less filled with chattering teenagers, pausing to find Terry and give her a grin and a wink before heading away from the crowd. "Man, I've missed these parties," he admitted to Marie quietly, watching everyone enjoy the fruits of his labors. "Sure beats demon attacks."
“You’re telling me,” she replied with a relieved smile as they moved to the calmer spot. “It’s nice to see everyone gather because of somethin’ happy, not because its time to get told that the next evil crazy mutant has decided to try and take over the world.” Taking another bite of her ice cream, she grinned appreciatively. “Plus they never provide snacks for those kinds of meetings.”
Bobby chuckled and nodded. "I've tried to convince Scott that hot fudge sundaes would make mission briefings much more pleasant, but he's not on board." He grinned. "Something about ice cream and leather being a bad combination…I dunno."
Marie giggled and raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, if whipped cream and leather don’t go well together, Ah’d imagine ice cream wouldn’t be any better,” she blurted out without thinking about it. Turning a little pink, she quickly shoved another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.
Bobby momentarily choked on the ice cream he'd just swallowed, shaking his head and grinning. "You make that sound so much dirtier than it was," he teased, tapping her on the nose with the bowl of his spoon. "And I can't believe you're still holding a grudge over it," he added with a smirk.
Batting her eyes innocently, Marie’s cheeks remained rosy. “Well, when Ah tried to get my revenge, a certain someone kept freezing the whipped cream before it could hit him,” she said, playfully poking his belly. “Though Ah seem to remember winning the wrestling match that followed.”
Bobby blushed faintly and nodded. "You cheated, though," he replied, clearing his throat. He shared a private smile with her, remembering that particular wrestling session very well. Man, dating Marie had been frustrating—but fun.
He took a deep breath and said quietly, "Hey Em, look. I'm sorry I've been such a dick since you came back. I guess…I let myself just kinda forget about the good times we had, and focused on the bad shit."
Casting her eyes down, Marie took another bite before she replied. “’s ok. Ah think it’s easier sometimes, to just remember the bad bits. Anger feels safer, y’ know?” Looking back up at Bobby, she smiled weakly and reached out to squeeze his hand. “We did have some good times, didn’t we?” She didn’t wait for an answer before continuing. “Ah know it sounds stupid, but Ah really do want us to be friends again. Ah missed talkin’ to you.”
Bobby reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind Marie's ear with his free hand, careful not to touch her skin. He'd had tons of practice at that little trick, and he didn't even think about it, just gave her a warm smile. "I missed talking to you, too. I missed a lot of things." He returned the gentle squeeze of her hand. "Friends?"
Marie’s breath caught for a moment at the familiar action. It brought to mind lazy summer days from years earlier. They had both been happy then, hadn’t they? “Friends,” she said firmly before wrapping him in a quick hug. Grinning mischievously, her tone became lighter and playful as she took a step back. “And dearest friend, Ah think Ah still owe you a lil' something…” With a mad dash, she set her bowl down on the counter and grabbed a can of whipped cream.
Bobby's eyes widened comically. "Shit. Don't you dare, Em." He waggled his fingers at her, backing away slowly. "I'll freeze it again…" He wouldn't, though, and the grin on his face probably made that apparent. He had this coming.
She took her time approaching Bobby, the grin on her face growing larger and larger, until she finally had him backed in a corner. Aiming the tip of the can at his face, she arched an eyebrow at him. “What? No witty final words?” And with that, she squirted a very small amount on his nose, giggling the whole time. “You are so lucky Ah have to be a good example.”
Bobby had been holding his breath, waiting to be blasted with whipped cream, and it took a moment to sink in that it wasn't going to happen. He burst out laughing, licking the topping from his nose. "Okay, we're even now." He patted her shoulder and grinned. "I'm gonna go find Terry. I'll see you later, 'kay?"
“Later,” she said with a smile as he walked off. Ah’m glad Ah decided to come. Everything is finally starting to come together. All her old friendships were finally falling back into place and it felt good. Picking up her bowl, she polished off the rest of her ice cream before wandering amidst the gathered students to continue socializing.
Bobby and Marie's reconciliation doesn't go unnoticed, and Bobby and Terry have a bit of a fight over old girlfriends--and unhealed hurts.
There was a great deal of noise and chatter going on in the kitchen, kids near shouting in order to be hear and laughing without stopping in their sugar hyped rambles. But Terry's hearing was good, extremely good and she was watching Bobby closely enough that what she did miss she could fill in. And she didn't like it at all.
Finally she closed her eyes deliberately, set aside her ice cream with a solid thunk and stood. She didn't have to stay for this. No one could expect her to watch her boyfriend flirt with his ex-girlfriend, run his fingers through another girl's hair. Laugh while they reminisced about when they were together. She shouldn't have to stand still while he left her. She was going to bed and that was that. And tomorrow…tomorrow she'd think about when she got there.
Bobby left Marie and looked around for Terry, grinning as he wiped the remaining whipped cream off of his nose. He spotted her as she stood up and jogged to her side, slipping an arm around her waist as he looked around the room. “Hey, this is great, isn’t it?”
She glanced up at him incredulously and pulled away. "I'm going up now. I don't want to be here anymore." No point fighting here and now. Not when there wasn't anything really to fight about. The evidence spoke for itself.
Bobby frowned as she pulled back. “What’s wrong, hon? Do you not feel well? Too much ice cream?” He reached for her again, concern all over his face.
She stepped back again, "Why don't you go back to Marie, then? Sure you were having a good time with her a minute ago before you remembered I was here." Terry couldn't quite keep the edge out of her tone, her posture stiff. "Wouldn't want to get in your way now."
Bobby straightened, blinking in surprise. “What are you—I didn’t forget you were here, Terry.” He glanced over at Marie and then back to Terry. “What’s wrong? What’d I do?”
Okay, so they were going to fight here. "I could hear you, Bobby. I could see you. Did you think I wouldn't notice what was going on? Do you miss wrestling with her? Playing with her hair?"
Oh no, they weren’t. Bobby stared at her in disbelief for a second, then grabbed her by the arm and headed for the kitchen door. They did not need half the damn school watching. “I don’t know what you think you saw or heard, but there’s nothing going on with Em and me,” he said in a low voice, lips barely moving.
She heard him perfectly and jerked away again the second they were out of the kitchen. "Not yet. But I was watching you, Bobby and I know you better than nearly every person here. How long before you decide you want her more?"
This was not happening. He was not having this conversation. How in the world could she even think… “Terry,” he said, struggling to remain calm. “I will not. Leave you. For Rogue.” That he even had to say those words was mind boggling. They finally manage a little civility and suddenly they’re getting back together?
There was a time he wouldn't have had to and Terry was as painfully aware of it as she was that she still didn't believe him. "I'm going to bed. I don't want to talk about this." The hurt bled into her voice, just a little.
Bobby groaned. He couldn’t leave the party, he was supervising, and there would be one hell of a mess to clean up afterwards. “Please, don’t do this, baby,” he pleaded, reaching for her yet again, inwardly braced for her to pull away once again. “I love you.”
Terry let him touch her but shook her head, "I know you do. But we both know how much that's really worth." She looked up at him, "I believed her when she told me that she wasn't interested. It's harder to trust you."
…Hokay, that hurt. He probably deserved it, but it fucking hurt. Especially the first part. He didn’t expect her to trust him, not after what he’d done, but if he wasn't mistaken, she'd basically just implied that his love was practically worthless. He felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach. “Yeah, maybe you should go to bed,” he said quietly, coldly, almost but not quite keeping a tremor of emotion from the words.
He turned away. “I gotta go keep an eye on the kids. I’ll talk to you later.”
Terry flinched at his tone and knew that he didn't know what she'd meant. "Bobby…" she started, then stopped, reluctant to make this worse. It was bad enough already. But she couldn't let him gone with that sound in his voice. "Bobby, I didn't mean it like that. It's…love isn't everything. It's no guarantee. It's never stopped anyone from leaving me."
It didn’t matter to Bobby anymore how she’d meant it—the hurt was there, and it wasn’t going away. Things weren’t better between them, after all. All the cuddling and playing, the dates, the prom, the ring—who were they kidding?
“There are no guarantees in life, Theresa,” he said quietly, his back to her. “Sometimes you just have to take risks.” He wanted to just walk away, go back to the kitchen, pretend this conversation hadn’t happened, but he couldn’t make his feet work. He held his breath as he waited for her to do something, say something…or do the walking away for both of them.
And that's what it came down to. Did she trust him enough to risk that he'd betray that again and leave her? "I told her I couldn't handle losing you again. And I can't. You can be friends with her. I can't stop you from that. But don't tell me that you're not attracted to her. Don't lie to me and expect me to not wonder how far that goes." Her hands had curled into fists, arms wrapped around her waist. "I'm sorry that I feel like this. I wish I didn't."
Bobby didn’t reply for a minute. He stood there trying to think, and then finally sighed and turned to face her again. “Honestly? I don’t know if I’m still attracted to her. I’ve pretty much spent the last few years either not thinking about her or hating her.” He shrugged. “Maybe I am. But it doesn’t mean I’m going to dump you for another shot with her. That part of my relationship with Em is over. I don’t want to go there again.” He lowered his eyes and finished quietly, “I want to be with you.”
"I'm sorry. You keep saying that and I'm..." She pulled one hand from around her waist and held it out to him. "I love you but it's just so hard to forget everything. I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. But I don't ever want to have to face losing you again. And I know I'm overreacting. I really do."
Bobby took her hand, then pulled her toward him, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m so sorry, Terry. I don’t blame you for not trusting me, you know…but you can. I’m not going anywhere.” He touched her cheek and whispered, “I love you.”
"I'm sorry," she murmured again, hugging him tightly. She looked up at him, "Promise you won't mention this to Marie at all? I upset her once already and I don't want her thinking I'm some kind of jealous shrew."
Bobby snorted quietly, but nodded, stroking her hair. “Not a word. Scout’s honor.” He smiled at her, a bit sadly, and gave her a quick kiss. “I should really get back to chaperoning…you gonna come back to the party?”
Terry smiled slightly but shook her head. "No, I'm going to bed. I'm really not in the mood to hang out tonight. I think I just want a long shower and then bed. Maybe I'll read a bit."
Bobby was disappointed, but he tried not to show it. “Okay. I…probably won’t be done cleaning up until late, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
She nodded then stretched up to give him a hard kiss, pulling herself against him. "Love you."
“Love you, too.” Bobby gave her a hug, then pulled back and headed for the kitchen door. “Sleep well, sweetie.”
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Date: 2006-06-20 11:12 am (UTC)Very nice little lover's quarrel guys...and happily, Marie didn't notice them leaving for a bit, so she's still blissfully ignorant that she caused any trouble.
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Date: 2006-06-20 04:04 pm (UTC)