@ElderGod-Icefire
"Yeah yeah, I know. Everyone's going to die because of the fucking aliens." He replied. Yeah, I'm definitely going to just kill you. He thought sarcastically.
"Yeah yeah, I know. Everyone's going to die because of the fucking aliens." He replied. Yeah, I'm definitely going to just kill you. He thought sarcastically.
She walked outside into the balmy night air, huffing. Being angry was the only thing helping her not cry. “Do you not care? Because I”—her voice cracked—“I lost so much, okay? And maybe life seems kind of pointless when everyone you care about is gone. But whatever. It doesn’t matter.” She sniffed, a tear escaping her eye.
He kept walking, shaking his head slightly. "I'm sorry you lost people. And you know what? Fine. Act however the fuck you want, i dont care." He kept his arms crossed, jaw set in a tight line.
“Fine,” she repeated. This was all her fault. She always acted rashly, and she knew one day it would cost her. More tears trickled down her cheeks and she has hastily wiped them away.
He felt bad that he had made her cry, but…he wasn't sure what to do. Apologize, or…he sighed softly, shaking his head.
She stormed on ahead of him, determined to be seen as weak. Pretty soon they reached her house. “I—I’m feeling tired, I’m going to go straight to bed,” she lied.
He nodded sharply. "Alright." he replied, heading to his own room. He wasn't sure what to say, so he wasn't going to say anything at all.
She collapsed onto her bed, beginning to cry again. Thankfully she was a quiet crier, so hopefully Logan wouldn’t notice. She felt like a such a mess. She was so petty and completely useless. She and Henry had clearly meant nothing to each other beyond a drunk makeout session.
Logan leaned against the window sill, looking outside and sighing softly as he looked up at the stars. I didn't mean to make her cry…I really didn't. I just…why do I even care if she makes out with someone? Why do I?
She continued crying, her mind going to what it had at the beginning of the invasion with her family and friends. Maybe getting drunk had been a bad idea. At least crying was a nice catharsis.
He kept looking up at the stars for a few more minutes, then sighed, walking over to Allie's room and knocking softly. "I'm sorry for upsetting you…" he said slowly. "Are you…are you alright?"
She sniffed, wiping her arm across her face in a desperate attempt to conceal her tears. “I’m fine,” she answered, but the raw tone in her voice gave her away.
Logan sighed. "No, you aren't. I can hear it in your voice." he replied, leaning his head on the door with a frown.
“Yes, I am,” she argued, but it lacked any actual fire. She sounded tired and upset.
"No, you aren't." he replied softly, still leaning on the door. "I'm sorry that I made you upset, I really am. I didn't mean to."
She sniffled again, sounding pathetic even to her own ears. “It was all my fault, anyway,” she replied. “You can come in, if you want. You don’t need to talk to me through the door.” She laughed shakily.
Logan opened the door after a moment. "I'm sorry." he said again, looking at her, then away guiltily.
“It’s not your fault,” Allie said firmly, having finally stopping crying. Her face was still a bit red and puffy. “I got myself into this. Like you said, going around making out with random guys is a bad idea.”
He shrugged slightly, then nodded. "I got kind of worried when you disappeared." he admitted. "I didn't know if Henry was an okay guy, or a rapist, or what." he said with a sigh.
Butterflies came to life in her stomach when he said he had been worried, but she did her best to ignore it. “He’s okay, I guess,” she replied. “He clearly doesn’t actually like me as more than someone to make out with for no reason, but he didn’t try to force himself on me or anything.”
Logan nodded. "Yeah. I know that now, but… you had me a bit worried." He shrugged slightly, looking up at the ceiling to avoid her eyes.
“Oh,” she said. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I was just drunk and…well, he was cute.” What she was originally going to say was and upset but she didn’t want him to know that she actually cared.
(gtg)
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Logan nodded. "I know you didn't." He replied, taking a slow step towards her. "And it's fine."
“I won’t do it again,” she promised. “I just to act first and think later sometimes. I’ll try to be better about it though. No more making out with random guys.”
He nodded. "Alright." He replied softly, running a hand through his hair. "That's typically a good plan no matter what's going on." He chuckled a bit.
She laughed too, blushing a bit with embarrassment. “Yeah, probably.” His hair looked so soft and she wondered what it would be like to run her hands through it for a moment before coming back to reality. He didn’t like her like that. “At least I had you to watch my back.”
Logan nodded. "Mhm. That's true." He went quiet for a minute, then said, slowly, "Some of them were saying that they think that the…the aliens are trying to…I don't remember exactly. But like…infiltrating us or something to learn where places are, then reporting back?" He shook his head slightly.
“They did?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. “What do you think? Do you believe it?”
He hesitated. "No. I don't." He said. A baldface lie. I am such a liar. Isn't that almost exactly what I'm doing?
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