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xp_logs2004-11-29 08:28 pm
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Angelo and Amanda, back porch
She hunts him down after reading the comment-argument with Paige, gives him some valuable advice, and gives him an idea of how to make it right. Because that's what little sisters do for their clueless big brothers. Sometimes.
Abandoning the computer for a while - or possibly for the day - Angelo made a beeline for the usual place on the back porch, with the puppy at his heels. When they got there, she curled up under the bench behind his feet while he lit up, wincing with every movement of his hands, but not willing to let a little bit of pain come between him and his nicotine fix.
With a sigh, Amanda finished reading the thread in Paige's journal and logged off, eyeing her shoes with some distaste. She was going to have to get up and go down there, wasn't she? Still moving stiffly, but much less so than the previous day, she yanked on her boots and her winter coat, and stomped downstairs to knock some sense into Angelo. Preferably before he did the big wordy apology post that only made things worse.
He heard the door open behind him, and glanced over his shoulder just to make sure it was who he figured it probably would be. "Hey, little sis", he greeted her. "Feelin' better? I saw your post 'bout how you can start healin' yourself now."
"Another day or two before I've got it in me, but yeah. An' apparently cold water's good for bruises." She sat down beside him and since she was too sore to hit him, settled for giving him a pointed look. "Please tell me you didn't email Paige with a big apology already."
He snorted wryly. "You know me too well. But I didn't. I was tryin' to write one, in a comment, but it wouldn't come out right. Words aren't my thing at the best of times, 'less I've got time to work gettin' what I want to say down right."
"An' right now you wouldn't be gettin' 'em right at all - yer crowdin' her again, Ange." Amanda looked at his cigarette longingly, but decided it wasn't worth the coughing fit on the aching ribs again. After a healing session, perhaps. "You should know by now when Paige says she's got a big assignment due, that's just Paige-code for 'I need some time alone so I don't end up havin' a nervous breakdown'. Control freaks like her don't like havin' other people seein' 'em in a state. Even the people they love."
He nodded miserably. "That's why I said I could do company if she wanted. I don't see how that's so different to the thing she said... "I'm here when you're done". It's not like I said I was comin' over, whether she liked it or not."
"Ange, mate... it was only the other week you made her head go boom with that proposal. Tellin' her you can do company when she's just said she don't want any... well, it looks like you didn't pay attention t' what she was sayin'. Girls get shirty when that happens," she added with a slight grin. "Hits all our insecure buttons."
He nodded again, not smiling, and took a deep draw on his cigarette. "Yeah, I get what you're sayin'. I was tryin' to leave it as her choice, but I guess I put it wrong. Again."
"Stop that," she said a little irritably. This time she did thwap him, lightly on the shoulder with the less-bruised hand. "Ow." Shaking out the pain, she went on: "How 'bout instead of sittin' out here doin' yer angsty teen impersonation, you fix things? I've got an idea."
"You stop that", he chided. "No more puttin' bruises on your bruises." He paused, looking interested and hopeful at the second part of what she had to say. "Yeah?"
"Sometimes 's not what you say, 's what you do," Amanda said with a smug grin. "Let's go t' the kitchen an' you can put together yer apology."
Abandoning the computer for a while - or possibly for the day - Angelo made a beeline for the usual place on the back porch, with the puppy at his heels. When they got there, she curled up under the bench behind his feet while he lit up, wincing with every movement of his hands, but not willing to let a little bit of pain come between him and his nicotine fix.
With a sigh, Amanda finished reading the thread in Paige's journal and logged off, eyeing her shoes with some distaste. She was going to have to get up and go down there, wasn't she? Still moving stiffly, but much less so than the previous day, she yanked on her boots and her winter coat, and stomped downstairs to knock some sense into Angelo. Preferably before he did the big wordy apology post that only made things worse.
He heard the door open behind him, and glanced over his shoulder just to make sure it was who he figured it probably would be. "Hey, little sis", he greeted her. "Feelin' better? I saw your post 'bout how you can start healin' yourself now."
"Another day or two before I've got it in me, but yeah. An' apparently cold water's good for bruises." She sat down beside him and since she was too sore to hit him, settled for giving him a pointed look. "Please tell me you didn't email Paige with a big apology already."
He snorted wryly. "You know me too well. But I didn't. I was tryin' to write one, in a comment, but it wouldn't come out right. Words aren't my thing at the best of times, 'less I've got time to work gettin' what I want to say down right."
"An' right now you wouldn't be gettin' 'em right at all - yer crowdin' her again, Ange." Amanda looked at his cigarette longingly, but decided it wasn't worth the coughing fit on the aching ribs again. After a healing session, perhaps. "You should know by now when Paige says she's got a big assignment due, that's just Paige-code for 'I need some time alone so I don't end up havin' a nervous breakdown'. Control freaks like her don't like havin' other people seein' 'em in a state. Even the people they love."
He nodded miserably. "That's why I said I could do company if she wanted. I don't see how that's so different to the thing she said... "I'm here when you're done". It's not like I said I was comin' over, whether she liked it or not."
"Ange, mate... it was only the other week you made her head go boom with that proposal. Tellin' her you can do company when she's just said she don't want any... well, it looks like you didn't pay attention t' what she was sayin'. Girls get shirty when that happens," she added with a slight grin. "Hits all our insecure buttons."
He nodded again, not smiling, and took a deep draw on his cigarette. "Yeah, I get what you're sayin'. I was tryin' to leave it as her choice, but I guess I put it wrong. Again."
"Stop that," she said a little irritably. This time she did thwap him, lightly on the shoulder with the less-bruised hand. "Ow." Shaking out the pain, she went on: "How 'bout instead of sittin' out here doin' yer angsty teen impersonation, you fix things? I've got an idea."
"You stop that", he chided. "No more puttin' bruises on your bruises." He paused, looking interested and hopeful at the second part of what she had to say. "Yeah?"
"Sometimes 's not what you say, 's what you do," Amanda said with a smug grin. "Let's go t' the kitchen an' you can put together yer apology."
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(She loves the stuff, but water takes so long to boil, so barely makes it for herself.)
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