Hey, y'all. Since this is a break from my usual JA fics, you may assume I was in a grumpy mood. Ayup, for I am wearing… Church clothes. White flats and a white shirt and… nice jeans. :O This is an alien concept to me.
Headstrong,
And bold,
And-
Curses, she couldn't bear it anymore. What was she supposed to do?
...Hate him?
If she hated him, how could she speak to him? If she was kind to him, she'd feel two-faced.
Qui-Gon Jnn her maverick, overprotective, and somewhat obnoxious
...Friend?
...Foe?
He had always been her friend.
And a foe... though not a deadly one.
Curses, she couldn't bear it anymore.
He was so valuable to her; she wished he was invaluable, just so she could feel at peace.
For she hated fights as she hated war, but she always started them. She disliked fighting with him, but she was so compelled to make him see her point.
One time, he had pointed out that one of their quarrels was over a matter they agreed on; Coruscant's sky was blue. Teasing, he asked her if she simply argued for attention.
Ridiculous.
What a ridiculous man.
Why would she want his attention? Or anyone's, for that matter? She would never try to get it by arguing, anyway. So... she wasn't out for attention. For the time being they avoided each other, for obvious reasons.
Everything; every emotion and thought, every word or phrase, was in a tangle. Whatever she felt, she felt strongly. The problem was figuring out what it was in such a vast maze.
No understandings,
No companionship.
Friendship,
Quarrels.
Loathing,
Annoyance.
Dependence,
Yet independence.
Curses, what was she supposed to do?
Switch extremes and love him?
Short and sweet and reflective? Or is everyone kind of, "Um… that was weird," right now? Dang, it's only three hundred or so words. Well, are you gonna review 300 words, or not?