[Everything had been like a fairytale when she and Matt had first started dating. It was sweet and caring and nothing like she'd ever experienced in her short life. She'd been so caught up in the whirlwind of their romance, she hadn't even noticed how her friends seemed to be dropping off the face of the earth, not returning her texts or calls. She would talk to Matt about it, only getting caught back up in the magic and charm until Stiles finally broke through the charm, opening her eyes to the manipulation.
It was unreal, but the more she thought about it, watched him and listened, truly listened, the more it made sense. Finally having enough, she broke it off with him at school - figuring it was a better bet to do it at a public place. It was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do, almost getting sucked back in, but once it was done it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of her. She invited Stiles over that night for pizza and a movie - her apology to him for letting Matt almost ruin their friendship and plan out how to repair the others.
She sat with Stiles on the couch at her house, discussing her relationship with Matt. There had been a lot of tears on her part, with non-judgmental comfort coming from Stiles. He expertly got her laughing - putting her more at ease with him than she ever had with Matt. The laughing turned to tickling and soon evolved into their first kiss. Stiles leaves soon after, needing to get home. She promises to call him if she needs anything, her parents out of town for the week at a conference. Walking him to the door, she stands on the porch with him, laughing at a joke. He kisses her again, catching her off guard but she soon responds, she lets it go deeper than before. Her arms around his neck, she rests her forehead against his as they say goodnight. She watches Stiles walk to his jeep, laughing as he runs back to give her one more kiss before driving off.
She re-enters the house, unable to stop smiling. Humming, she starts cleaning up from her night with Stiles already planning the next one. Hearing a knock on the door, she practically runs thinking he forgot something. Not looking, she opens it beaming.]
Stiles did you -
[The smile immediately fades when she sees who it is.]
Everything had been working perfectly. He had Darcy right where he wanted her. And it had gone so much more smoothly than with Allison. He'd figured out what worked and what didn't. He wasn't sure where things had gone wrong. Though he was certain Stiles had something to do with it. Running his mouth about something that he had no right to be saying.
He had a plan, that night. To get her back. But when he pulled up outside her house and saw that infernal blue Jeep sitting her her driveway, it all fell apart. He sat there for a few moments, gripping the steering wheel, staring up at the house. He could see the figures inside. He was furious. He parked down the block, where his car wouldn't be seen from her house. As he walked back, the poor flowers he'd intended to give her started shedding their pedals as his brutal grip crushed their stems.
He lingered in the shadows. Watching. Waiting. He could see them from his vantage point. Laughing. TOUCHING. First Scott had tried to take Allison from him. Now Stiles was taking Darcy? No! That little idiot would have to pay for this. But first, he had to deal with her.
He waited until Stiles' Jeep was out of sight before approaching the door. His fist pounding on the surface.
"Stiles?!" He snapped, not hiding his anger. "Why would you think I was Stiles?!" He moved forward, so she couldn't slam the door.
Any lingering bliss she'd had from Stiles's kiss was gone, replaced with the sound of blood pounding in her ears at his anger. She wanted to slam the door and lock it, to call Stiles and tell him to come back, but the way Matt moved made it impossible for her to do just that. Rather than backing down, she channeled everything that had been screaming for her to run into facing him.
"Why wouldn't I think you were Stiles? Seeing as he was just here and you weren't. Besides, we broke up, Matt - you don't get to tell me who I can and can't hang out with anymore."
She placed one hand on her hip as the other rested against the door, doing her best to keep her breathing even and hide the fact that her hands were shaking. She tried to use a firm tone, stand her ground. She began to push the door shut as she spoke. She needed him gone and out of her life forever.
As she tried to closed the door he planted his hand flat against it, forcing it back open. He was pissed and he wasn't hiding it anymore. He pushed further inside, his eyes fixed on her.
"You said you wanted to break it off, I never agreed to that. I came here to apologize--" He shoved the crushed flowers at her, "--and I already find you with HIM?"
He moved closer still, stepping fully inside. "I SAW you, Darcy. I saw you kissing him."
She quickly abandoned trying to close the door as he pushes his way in. The false bravado she had before quickly melted away as he stared her down. She should run, turn and run for the back door to get away from him.
Her breathing picked up as she looked at the flowers, refusing to take them as shoved them at her, instead taking a step back - trying to maintain a distance.
Oh god... How long had he been watching?
Her fears were confirmed at his words, he saw it. He saw the kiss and from what it sounded like he thought they were still together. She rubbed her hands against her pants, trying to hid how badly they shook.
"I... I - " She took a shaky breath, continued trying to keep him away - out of reach. She took another breath, crossing her arms. No - no he wasn't her keeper, she didn't have to explain anything to him. She raised her chin slightly and met his gaze, trying to get back some of her bravado.
"N-no. I don't owe you an explanation. Yes, he kissed me. He kissed me more than once tonight and I liked it. I would do it again - will do it again. You don't get to be mad at me about Stiles, Matt - I ended it with you whether you agreed or not. I can do whatever I want with whoever I want."
She doesn't try to hide the suggestiveness of her last sentence, regretting the word almost immediately after they left her mouth.
It wasn't like waking up. It was too slow and hazy for that. It couldn't even really be considered awareness, really. Undefined things. Shapes. Movement. Burred together. Voices. One in particular. A familiar voice that seemed clearer than all the others. Jackson. He tried calling out. Nothing. Instinct. He reached for that connection. The moment he did, he felt more solid. Stable. Like an electric jolt. Did Jackson feel it? Could he sense his master, still there? But it faded. Vanished. And so did Matt. It would happen again and again. How long between flickering awareness? He couldn't say. There was no way to tell.
Until one night, he was there. As if he'd been there all along. It wasn't sudden, but it wasn't slow. He just was. He stood beside the bed, Jackson sound asleep. Matt looked as though he'd just been dragged out of the water. Exactly as Jackson had done for him at the party. Dripping wet. Soggy clothes sticking to his body. Dripping on the floor. What he hadn't been aware of was that in his moments of awareness before, he'd been leaving lingering dampness in his wake. A puddle on the locker room floor. A soaked seat in the Porsche. Wet footprints on the carpet. Always returning to dryness within moments of his vanishing.
He reached out a hand to the sleeping teen's cheek. Fingers little more than a whisper across skin. Jackson. The word wasn't spoken. Not aloud, at least. A call to him. A demand. An order. Wake up, pet. It had to work. The connection was still there. Sort of. They hadn't fixed him yet. They couldn't have.
How's that again? The way I see it is that I used you for a service. I paid you for that service. Next time I'll know better than trying to befriend the help. :)
MUAHAHAHAHAHA
It was unreal, but the more she thought about it, watched him and listened, truly listened, the more it made sense. Finally having enough, she broke it off with him at school - figuring it was a better bet to do it at a public place. It was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do, almost getting sucked back in, but once it was done it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of her. She invited Stiles over that night for pizza and a movie - her apology to him for letting Matt almost ruin their friendship and plan out how to repair the others.
She sat with Stiles on the couch at her house, discussing her relationship with Matt. There had been a lot of tears on her part, with non-judgmental comfort coming from Stiles. He expertly got her laughing - putting her more at ease with him than she ever had with Matt. The laughing turned to tickling and soon evolved into their first kiss. Stiles leaves soon after, needing to get home. She promises to call him if she needs anything, her parents out of town for the week at a conference. Walking him to the door, she stands on the porch with him, laughing at a joke. He kisses her again, catching her off guard but she soon responds, she lets it go deeper than before. Her arms around his neck, she rests her forehead against his as they say goodnight. She watches Stiles walk to his jeep, laughing as he runs back to give her one more kiss before driving off.
She re-enters the house, unable to stop smiling. Humming, she starts cleaning up from her night with Stiles already planning the next one. Hearing a knock on the door, she practically runs thinking he forgot something. Not looking, she opens it beaming.]
Stiles did you -
[The smile immediately fades when she sees who it is.]
Matt. You shouldn't be here.
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He had a plan, that night. To get her back. But when he pulled up outside her house and saw that infernal blue Jeep sitting her her driveway, it all fell apart. He sat there for a few moments, gripping the steering wheel, staring up at the house. He could see the figures inside. He was furious. He parked down the block, where his car wouldn't be seen from her house. As he walked back, the poor flowers he'd intended to give her started shedding their pedals as his brutal grip crushed their stems.
He lingered in the shadows. Watching. Waiting. He could see them from his vantage point. Laughing. TOUCHING. First Scott had tried to take Allison from him. Now Stiles was taking Darcy? No! That little idiot would have to pay for this. But first, he had to deal with her.
He waited until Stiles' Jeep was out of sight before approaching the door. His fist pounding on the surface.
"Stiles?!" He snapped, not hiding his anger. "Why would you think I was Stiles?!" He moved forward, so she couldn't slam the door.
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"Why wouldn't I think you were Stiles? Seeing as he was just here and you weren't. Besides, we broke up, Matt - you don't get to tell me who I can and can't hang out with anymore."
She placed one hand on her hip as the other rested against the door, doing her best to keep her breathing even and hide the fact that her hands were shaking. She tried to use a firm tone, stand her ground. She began to push the door shut as she spoke. She needed him gone and out of her life forever.
"Now, you need to go. Seriously, I'm not joking."
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"You said you wanted to break it off, I never agreed to that. I came here to apologize--" He shoved the crushed flowers at her, "--and I already find you with HIM?"
He moved closer still, stepping fully inside. "I SAW you, Darcy. I saw you kissing him."
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Her breathing picked up as she looked at the flowers, refusing to take them as shoved them at her, instead taking a step back - trying to maintain a distance.
Oh god... How long had he been watching?
Her fears were confirmed at his words, he saw it. He saw the kiss and from what it sounded like he thought they were still together. She rubbed her hands against her pants, trying to hid how badly they shook.
"I... I - " She took a shaky breath, continued trying to keep him away - out of reach. She took another breath, crossing her arms. No - no he wasn't her keeper, she didn't have to explain anything to him. She raised her chin slightly and met his gaze, trying to get back some of her bravado.
"N-no. I don't owe you an explanation. Yes, he kissed me. He kissed me more than once tonight and I liked it. I would do it again - will do it again. You don't get to be mad at me about Stiles, Matt - I ended it with you whether you agreed or not. I can do whatever I want with whoever I want."
She doesn't try to hide the suggestiveness of her last sentence, regretting the word almost immediately after they left her mouth.
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It wasn't like waking up. It was too slow and hazy for that. It couldn't even really be considered awareness, really. Undefined things. Shapes. Movement. Burred together. Voices. One in particular. A familiar voice that seemed clearer than all the others. Jackson. He tried calling out. Nothing. Instinct. He reached for that connection. The moment he did, he felt more solid. Stable. Like an electric jolt. Did Jackson feel it? Could he sense his master, still there? But it faded. Vanished. And so did Matt. It would happen again and again. How long between flickering awareness? He couldn't say. There was no way to tell.
Until one night, he was there. As if he'd been there all along. It wasn't sudden, but it wasn't slow. He just was. He stood beside the bed, Jackson sound asleep. Matt looked as though he'd just been dragged out of the water. Exactly as Jackson had done for him at the party. Dripping wet. Soggy clothes sticking to his body. Dripping on the floor. What he hadn't been aware of was that in his moments of awareness before, he'd been leaving lingering dampness in his wake. A puddle on the locker room floor. A soaked seat in the Porsche. Wet footprints on the carpet. Always returning to dryness within moments of his vanishing.
He reached out a hand to the sleeping teen's cheek. Fingers little more than a whisper across skin. Jackson. The word wasn't spoken. Not aloud, at least. A call to him. A demand. An order. Wake up, pet. It had to work. The connection was still there. Sort of. They hadn't fixed him yet. They couldn't have.
For ~prick
A guy like you doesn't just suddenly decide to trust someone like me with a secret that he won't even tell his best friend about. Just admit it.
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The way I see it is that I used you for a service. I paid you for that service.
Next time I'll know better than trying to befriend the help. :)
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Remind me again why I had to bring the camera to your house and couldn't just give it to you at school?
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Or maybe I just didn't want to be seen in public with you.
In fact, how about both?
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(There's a joke to be had here about putting Jackson under the Matt)
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(Where do we even want this to go?)
I'm down for whatever horrible shit. The world is our oyster.
You know the way to my heart
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No, I don't think so.
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I intend to deserve that hangover tomorrow.
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And it's not like I'm disconnected from people, I am talking with you. Swearing and all.
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It's not home, sure. But I'm over often enough.
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