[log] Angelo and Marie: Angelo's Mum
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xp_logs(WAY backdated! Angelo is back, Marie is back, she takes him to reveal that she's brought his mother back with her.)
Angelo was in his new room, unpacking. Most of his things had already been moved in there, he noticed, and there was evidence of the new guy's presence too, although he seemed to be out.
It took her a moment to navigate but Marie found her way to Angelo's new room. Her stomach was a knot of butterflies and she couldn't quite figure out why. The door wasn't shut completely but she knocked anyway.
Looking up in some surprise, having not expected any visitors, Angelo called, "Come in!"
Marie opened the door and, hands deep in the pockets of her jeans, stood at the threshold. "Hey... got a minute?"
With a smile, Angelo straightened up from emptying his bag. "Sure! What can I do for you?"
"Come on downstairs," she said, wondering if he'd forgotten her trip in the rush of his own swift departure to Mexico.
Angelo looked confused, but dropped his bag on the bed and walked towards her, willing to go along with whatever was up. "Okay..."
She led him down the hall and to the stairs. "There was a little problem in L.A.," she said. "I suppose you missed all the news."
Angelo blinked, looking suddenly worried. "Ms. Blaire wouldn't let us watch TV much - not that we wanted to with that great beach and the sun... A problem?"
"Yeah. There were some serious riots." She bit her lip as they walked toward one of the front rooms. "...in your neighborhood. I really thought you'd have heard..."
Angelo stopped dead, panic starting to show in his eyes. "What happened?"
Marie reached out and took his hand, tugging him a little to the door of the room. "Just come on in here, okay? Things didn't go as planned, but..."
Angelo let her tug him into the room, still trying to catch her eye and make her tell him what had happened.
"I kind of had to bring your mom back with me," she said all in a rush, and then reached out to take him by the shoulders and turn him a little to see his mother. "So... Merry Christmas..."
Angelo blinked as he made sense of her first words, then stood stock still as she turned him round, looking between her and his mother in disbelieving silence.
"...it was kind of necessary," Marie added quietly, hoping he wasn't angry at her.
Angelo looked round sharply at the note of worry in her voice, then, careful to avoid skin-to-skin contact, pulled her into a sudden hug. "Best Christmas present ever", he told her quietly, before letting go and turning back to his mother. He looked at her for a long moment before stepping forward for a hug from her, too.
"I'll see you two later," Marie said, moving toward the door.
Angelo turned his head to tell her once more, "Thank you". As she left the room, he could be heard beginning a long stream of broken Spanish to his mother, obviously some kind of explanation for his long absence.
Angelo was in his new room, unpacking. Most of his things had already been moved in there, he noticed, and there was evidence of the new guy's presence too, although he seemed to be out.
It took her a moment to navigate but Marie found her way to Angelo's new room. Her stomach was a knot of butterflies and she couldn't quite figure out why. The door wasn't shut completely but she knocked anyway.
Looking up in some surprise, having not expected any visitors, Angelo called, "Come in!"
Marie opened the door and, hands deep in the pockets of her jeans, stood at the threshold. "Hey... got a minute?"
With a smile, Angelo straightened up from emptying his bag. "Sure! What can I do for you?"
"Come on downstairs," she said, wondering if he'd forgotten her trip in the rush of his own swift departure to Mexico.
Angelo looked confused, but dropped his bag on the bed and walked towards her, willing to go along with whatever was up. "Okay..."
She led him down the hall and to the stairs. "There was a little problem in L.A.," she said. "I suppose you missed all the news."
Angelo blinked, looking suddenly worried. "Ms. Blaire wouldn't let us watch TV much - not that we wanted to with that great beach and the sun... A problem?"
"Yeah. There were some serious riots." She bit her lip as they walked toward one of the front rooms. "...in your neighborhood. I really thought you'd have heard..."
Angelo stopped dead, panic starting to show in his eyes. "What happened?"
Marie reached out and took his hand, tugging him a little to the door of the room. "Just come on in here, okay? Things didn't go as planned, but..."
Angelo let her tug him into the room, still trying to catch her eye and make her tell him what had happened.
"I kind of had to bring your mom back with me," she said all in a rush, and then reached out to take him by the shoulders and turn him a little to see his mother. "So... Merry Christmas..."
Angelo blinked as he made sense of her first words, then stood stock still as she turned him round, looking between her and his mother in disbelieving silence.
"...it was kind of necessary," Marie added quietly, hoping he wasn't angry at her.
Angelo looked round sharply at the note of worry in her voice, then, careful to avoid skin-to-skin contact, pulled her into a sudden hug. "Best Christmas present ever", he told her quietly, before letting go and turning back to his mother. He looked at her for a long moment before stepping forward for a hug from her, too.
"I'll see you two later," Marie said, moving toward the door.
Angelo turned his head to tell her once more, "Thank you". As she left the room, he could be heard beginning a long stream of broken Spanish to his mother, obviously some kind of explanation for his long absence.
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Date: 2003-12-29 01:24 am (UTC)parents are great sources of angst.
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Date: 2003-12-29 08:54 am (UTC)And yes please. I could always do with a little more angst.
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Date: 2003-12-29 08:57 pm (UTC)Short version is, they're overbearing, overprotective...I mean, I love 'em, don't get me wrong. But very often they drive me up the wall.