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xp_logs2009-06-25 04:49 pm
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Cammie & Tabitha
Tabitha comes knocking on Cammie's door and an interesting conversation is had.
She really had no idea what she was doing, or even feeling. Tabitha really had no idea at all why she'd waited so long to say anything. It certainly wasn't to get her thoughts together because they were still scattered across the spectrum.
She paced in front of Cammie's door, paused to knock more than once before abandoning the idea and continuing her pace.
"Just a sec," Cammie called out, putting the last touches on a braid before jotting over to the door and opening it. She regarded Tabitha for a second before just asking, "What do you want?" she asked, the question not nearly as rude as it could have been. It was more the type of snark you might give to a friend.
Tabitha ran a hand through her hair, hoping she didn't look as haggard as she felt. "I-I'm not sure really," she stammered. "Just--Been doing laundry lately?"
"Doesn't everyone?" Cammie returned raising an eyebrow, "I have to wash my sheets every couple of days."
Truly at a loss for words, Tabs actually flailed her hands ineffectively for a moment. "You had SEX in the LAUNDRY room!" she blurted.
"Someone has to," Cammie said, trying not to laugh, "Seriously. It's not a big deal. It's just sex. Now, if I was running a child slave ring out of the laundry room I could see why you'd be upset."
She really didn't know how to explain herself. She knew she wasn't being any kind of logical and the sting of rejection played a large part in her brain frenzy. "Loudly," she choked out, "with Manuel de la Rocha."
"Yeah, so? It's not like I like the guy. He's just kind of there," Cammie said nonchalantly.
"That's the thing, really," she resumed a short pace in front of the door.
"This is so stupid, and really makes absolutely no sense. Why am I even here?"
Cammie narrowed her eyes a bit. "Well, do you like him?"
Tabitha froze, eyes wide, brain stopped. "Um, I think, maybe?" Was it possible to behave any more like an awkward teenager?
Cammie sighed, "Well, it's a pretty simple question. You either do or you don't. There's really not a halfway point here. Do you like him."
She leaned against the door frame with her eyes closed. "So, I missed out on all the normal teenaged crush things where someone learned the ins and outs of normal dating type things. So forgive my screwed up perspective.
"I think I do. Even when I hate him."
"Hey, no worries. I hate the guy. He's just more convenient than my vibrator, you know?" Cammie said, unabashedly. "Either way, I'm not the person you should be telling this. I'm just the girl who occasionally enjoys to get fucked by a guy she can't stand. But hey, if you got the warm fuzzies for him, maybe you should tell HIM that."
"He laughed."
"Well, that's not my problem," Cammie said, "I mean, it obviously didn't kill you so you could get over it."
"Obviously not, and I get that I'm not being logical or reasonable or even very mature," Tabitha acknowledged. "Mostly there's a bone-deep envy, really."
"Over what? I don't love the guy. Hell, I don't believe in love," Cammie returned, "If what you're looking for is to just get laid I can arrange that somewhere in New York - sure, they aren't him, but they'll do."
She turned her head to look at Cammie. "If you can find me someone who knows what he's doing and can keep his mouth shut, there's a possibility of me taking you up on that."
"I think I can manage that," Cammie said with a grin, "Tell me something... how do you feel about Craig's List?"
She really had no idea what she was doing, or even feeling. Tabitha really had no idea at all why she'd waited so long to say anything. It certainly wasn't to get her thoughts together because they were still scattered across the spectrum.
She paced in front of Cammie's door, paused to knock more than once before abandoning the idea and continuing her pace.
"Just a sec," Cammie called out, putting the last touches on a braid before jotting over to the door and opening it. She regarded Tabitha for a second before just asking, "What do you want?" she asked, the question not nearly as rude as it could have been. It was more the type of snark you might give to a friend.
Tabitha ran a hand through her hair, hoping she didn't look as haggard as she felt. "I-I'm not sure really," she stammered. "Just--Been doing laundry lately?"
"Doesn't everyone?" Cammie returned raising an eyebrow, "I have to wash my sheets every couple of days."
Truly at a loss for words, Tabs actually flailed her hands ineffectively for a moment. "You had SEX in the LAUNDRY room!" she blurted.
"Someone has to," Cammie said, trying not to laugh, "Seriously. It's not a big deal. It's just sex. Now, if I was running a child slave ring out of the laundry room I could see why you'd be upset."
She really didn't know how to explain herself. She knew she wasn't being any kind of logical and the sting of rejection played a large part in her brain frenzy. "Loudly," she choked out, "with Manuel de la Rocha."
"Yeah, so? It's not like I like the guy. He's just kind of there," Cammie said nonchalantly.
"That's the thing, really," she resumed a short pace in front of the door.
"This is so stupid, and really makes absolutely no sense. Why am I even here?"
Cammie narrowed her eyes a bit. "Well, do you like him?"
Tabitha froze, eyes wide, brain stopped. "Um, I think, maybe?" Was it possible to behave any more like an awkward teenager?
Cammie sighed, "Well, it's a pretty simple question. You either do or you don't. There's really not a halfway point here. Do you like him."
She leaned against the door frame with her eyes closed. "So, I missed out on all the normal teenaged crush things where someone learned the ins and outs of normal dating type things. So forgive my screwed up perspective.
"I think I do. Even when I hate him."
"Hey, no worries. I hate the guy. He's just more convenient than my vibrator, you know?" Cammie said, unabashedly. "Either way, I'm not the person you should be telling this. I'm just the girl who occasionally enjoys to get fucked by a guy she can't stand. But hey, if you got the warm fuzzies for him, maybe you should tell HIM that."
"He laughed."
"Well, that's not my problem," Cammie said, "I mean, it obviously didn't kill you so you could get over it."
"Obviously not, and I get that I'm not being logical or reasonable or even very mature," Tabitha acknowledged. "Mostly there's a bone-deep envy, really."
"Over what? I don't love the guy. Hell, I don't believe in love," Cammie returned, "If what you're looking for is to just get laid I can arrange that somewhere in New York - sure, they aren't him, but they'll do."
She turned her head to look at Cammie. "If you can find me someone who knows what he's doing and can keep his mouth shut, there's a possibility of me taking you up on that."
"I think I can manage that," Cammie said with a grin, "Tell me something... how do you feel about Craig's List?"