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Willy snapped his fingers near Tawny's ears. "Stay awake!" he urged.
He didn't know what would happen if she fell asleep, but he had a pretty good idea it wouldn't be a good thing.
"Uh?" she mumbled, eyelids covering half her eyes.
He clutched her hands. "Stay awake," he said, voice and eyes softer.
"Where am I?" she asked.
He leaned back. "Look around."
They were in a diner, the only place close enough that Willy could find. They looked extremely out of place, her, looking like she been sprayed with a fire hose, and him, in a brown top hat and purple jacket.
"Why am I here?" she asked, across from him in the booth.
"You passed out at the party."
"Oh . . . *oh*," she repeated, almost as if remembering it. "I'm sorry I . . . left."
He shrugged. "Well, I didn't have anything better to do than look for you."
She bit down on her lip, and leaned forward. "Are you angry with me?"
He laughed, dryly, as if trying to disguise his anger. It came out in his eyes. "Well, yes," he began, still chuckling. "In fact, I'm furious. I don't know why I even went to look for you."
There was a silence. Tawny opened her mouth to say something, but the waitress came over.
"What do you want?" she asked simply.
"A cheeseburger with the cheese," he began. "Or burger. Or buns."
She looked at him like he was a green alien from another planet. "So, uh, nothing?"
"But water." He looked at Tawny. "Do you want anything?"
She shook her head.
He shrugged. "You heard the woman."
The lady trotted off, glad to be away from them.
"Why did you look for me?" Tawny asked after a long silence.
He shrugged again. "I guess I'm in love with you."
"I love you, too -"
"Then why did you leave?" he almost screamed, leaning in. "What am I supposed to do? I can't dump this one in the chocolate river! I can't protect you from yourself! You chose to leave me. God, other than the fact that you're a drug addict, I don't even know anything about you! You slept with me and then left me, and still I went looking for you! I don't know why the hell I keep thinking about you, and I don't even know why I still love you!" He groaned, and muttered, "They say being in love is a wonderful feeling, but why does my head want to explode?!"
He looked up, and saw tears in Tawny's eyes.
All the anger and frustration flowed out of him, to be replaced with regret. Why had he said that?
He got up and sat beside her in the booth. Everyone was staring, but he didn't seem to care.
He held her close. "I'm sorry," he repeated over and over again. He knew this was the way it was going to be. She would relapse, and he would get angry, but would forgive her, no matter how many times she did it.
She swallowed. "It's okay." She used a finger to wipe her nose. "I know this isn't saying much, but parts of that were kind of nice."
He laughed. He put a hand on her cheek. "Let's go home."
Disclaimer: If I owned Willy, would I be publishing here?
Willy snapped his fingers near Tawny's ears. "Stay awake!" he urged.
He didn't know what would happen if she fell asleep, but he had a pretty good idea it wouldn't be a good thing.
"Uh?" she mumbled, eyelids covering half her eyes.
He clutched her hands. "Stay awake," he said, voice and eyes softer.
"Where am I?" she asked.
He leaned back. "Look around."
They were in a diner, the only place close enough that Willy could find. They looked extremely out of place, her, looking like she been sprayed with a fire hose, and him, in a brown top hat and purple jacket.
"Why am I here?" she asked, across from him in the booth.
"You passed out at the party."
"Oh . . . *oh*," she repeated, almost as if remembering it. "I'm sorry I . . . left."
He shrugged. "Well, I didn't have anything better to do than look for you."
She bit down on her lip, and leaned forward. "Are you angry with me?"
He laughed, dryly, as if trying to disguise his anger. It came out in his eyes. "Well, yes," he began, still chuckling. "In fact, I'm furious. I don't know why I even went to look for you."
There was a silence. Tawny opened her mouth to say something, but the waitress came over.
"What do you want?" she asked simply.
"A cheeseburger with the cheese," he began. "Or burger. Or buns."
She looked at him like he was a green alien from another planet. "So, uh, nothing?"
"But water." He looked at Tawny. "Do you want anything?"
She shook her head.
He shrugged. "You heard the woman."
The lady trotted off, glad to be away from them.
"Why did you look for me?" Tawny asked after a long silence.
He shrugged again. "I guess I'm in love with you."
"I love you, too -"
"Then why did you leave?" he almost screamed, leaning in. "What am I supposed to do? I can't dump this one in the chocolate river! I can't protect you from yourself! You chose to leave me. God, other than the fact that you're a drug addict, I don't even know anything about you! You slept with me and then left me, and still I went looking for you! I don't know why the hell I keep thinking about you, and I don't even know why I still love you!" He groaned, and muttered, "They say being in love is a wonderful feeling, but why does my head want to explode?!"
He looked up, and saw tears in Tawny's eyes.
All the anger and frustration flowed out of him, to be replaced with regret. Why had he said that?
He got up and sat beside her in the booth. Everyone was staring, but he didn't seem to care.
He held her close. "I'm sorry," he repeated over and over again. He knew this was the way it was going to be. She would relapse, and he would get angry, but would forgive her, no matter how many times she did it.
She swallowed. "It's okay." She used a finger to wipe her nose. "I know this isn't saying much, but parts of that were kind of nice."
He laughed. He put a hand on her cheek. "Let's go home."