A/N
Moonrose- I saw you over there trying to corrupt Damien. Well it didn't work; he's not going to beat anyone up. And a cruise eh? A novel idea I may have to keep in mind for later.
Rampant- I'm in your bio? I'm flattered. Can't wait to see what you come up with for your writing.
Masterblott- Anyone a fan of OB's is a friend of mine! Especially if they've read my LotR stuff. And yeah, I personally prefer him without the wig.
Rosie- No offense taken what so ever. It's only the people who flame me that can't spell right that I'm offended by. You'd think if they wanted to criticize someone they'd at least be able to spell common words. But that's beside the point. I write so quickly and in such short amounts because I have a very short attention span when it comes to actually putting down what I want to say. That, and if you knew me, you'd realize I talk like this too. Yeah, I probably should write longer, but I'm a college student who works and beta reads too, leaving a rather limited amount of time for actual writing in front of a screen. I actually enjoy the beta reading as much as writing because it makes me feel part of a story with out all the work. Wow that was a lot of stuff you probably didn't want to know! I appreciate you taking the time to criticize nicely. As long as you can spell, you can say whatever you want…lol.
WoC
I dragged Damien behind me into the parking lot outside of the library. He didn't put up a struggle, so I had no problem escorting him to somewhere we could talk in privacy. I wheeled around on him.
"What is your problem?!" I demanded in frustration, "I like Micah, he's a nice person. Why did you have to go in there like you own me and act like that?"
Sherlock just looked at me rather sulkily.
"You don't own me Damien. Do you know that? You don't own me. You never have. I may let you act like it sometimes and let you bully me around, but you don't have any say over what I can or can't do. Are we clear on that?"
I was being harsh and I knew it, but his tirade at Micah was uncalled for. If he thought he could make me not like certain people just because he didn't like them, he had another thing coming. He had no reason to be so possessive of me. It wasn't like I was dating him or anything and even if I were it still was an overreaction on his part.
Sherlock looked slightly like a scolded child who wasn't exactly sure what to do to make things better. I pitied him, but not quite enough to help him out yet.
"Do I bully you?" he asked with a little worry creeping into his voice.
"What do you call that little performance back there?" I snapped.
"Why didn't you tell me you were going to be with him?" he said, finally getting his thoughts together enough to try and defend himself. For all his fast thinking when it came to crime, around other people Sherlock seemed at a loss to relate quickly.
"I didn't tell you because I knew you'd probably do this," I said then paused, "I shouldn't have lied to you though. That was my fault. I'm sorry."
Damien looked confused. Personally I didn't blame him, one minute I was yelling at him the next I was apologizing.
"Damien, look at me," I said turning him to look at my face better, "I just want you two to get along. Honestly I like you both. I think Micah wants to help us with the poisoning case."
"No. Absolutely not," Sherlock said quickly.
He wanted to play hardball? I could play hardball too.
"Then I'm not helping you either," I shot back, "I don't have to be your lackey if I don't want to."
Damien looked at me with a hint of panic in his eyes. I realized that if I wasn't with him, he had no one. As much as he came across like he wanted it to be that way, he was lonely.
"All right," he finally said almost meekly, "tell him to be ready by tonight if he wants to come. I'm going back to the Willmont's house."
Had I just won? Was I really that stubborn, or did Damien give up because he didn't want me to leave him? I had expected a little more of a fight than that.
"I'm sorry," he said finally, "I didn't mean to ruin your date."
Date? Is that what he thought Micah and I were doing? Sherlock looked so deflated I almost corrected his mistake. Almost. But I didn't feel that forgiving yet. What right did he have barging in and acting like an idiot?
"You didn't ruin anything," I said, "I was just about to leave anyway."
"Are you coming with me later?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, "I'll be there."
Damien nodded and left me. I was still puzzling over why he would immediately jump to the conclusion that I was dating Micah. Did I want to date Micah? I thought about that for a minute. I came to the conclusion that I only wanted to date Micah if he magically turned into Damien somehow. And that's when it hit me that I was in love with Damien. I was in love with the one person who saw me only as a friend. My life couldn't get any worse.
A/N
Do you get the feeling that through the whole thing Shelley hasn't even considered Damien might not have been trying to bully her as much as he was jealous? She really needs some more self-confidence when it comes to attracting men…lol.
WoC
Moonrose- I saw you over there trying to corrupt Damien. Well it didn't work; he's not going to beat anyone up. And a cruise eh? A novel idea I may have to keep in mind for later.
Rampant- I'm in your bio? I'm flattered. Can't wait to see what you come up with for your writing.
Masterblott- Anyone a fan of OB's is a friend of mine! Especially if they've read my LotR stuff. And yeah, I personally prefer him without the wig.
Rosie- No offense taken what so ever. It's only the people who flame me that can't spell right that I'm offended by. You'd think if they wanted to criticize someone they'd at least be able to spell common words. But that's beside the point. I write so quickly and in such short amounts because I have a very short attention span when it comes to actually putting down what I want to say. That, and if you knew me, you'd realize I talk like this too. Yeah, I probably should write longer, but I'm a college student who works and beta reads too, leaving a rather limited amount of time for actual writing in front of a screen. I actually enjoy the beta reading as much as writing because it makes me feel part of a story with out all the work. Wow that was a lot of stuff you probably didn't want to know! I appreciate you taking the time to criticize nicely. As long as you can spell, you can say whatever you want…lol.
WoC
I dragged Damien behind me into the parking lot outside of the library. He didn't put up a struggle, so I had no problem escorting him to somewhere we could talk in privacy. I wheeled around on him.
"What is your problem?!" I demanded in frustration, "I like Micah, he's a nice person. Why did you have to go in there like you own me and act like that?"
Sherlock just looked at me rather sulkily.
"You don't own me Damien. Do you know that? You don't own me. You never have. I may let you act like it sometimes and let you bully me around, but you don't have any say over what I can or can't do. Are we clear on that?"
I was being harsh and I knew it, but his tirade at Micah was uncalled for. If he thought he could make me not like certain people just because he didn't like them, he had another thing coming. He had no reason to be so possessive of me. It wasn't like I was dating him or anything and even if I were it still was an overreaction on his part.
Sherlock looked slightly like a scolded child who wasn't exactly sure what to do to make things better. I pitied him, but not quite enough to help him out yet.
"Do I bully you?" he asked with a little worry creeping into his voice.
"What do you call that little performance back there?" I snapped.
"Why didn't you tell me you were going to be with him?" he said, finally getting his thoughts together enough to try and defend himself. For all his fast thinking when it came to crime, around other people Sherlock seemed at a loss to relate quickly.
"I didn't tell you because I knew you'd probably do this," I said then paused, "I shouldn't have lied to you though. That was my fault. I'm sorry."
Damien looked confused. Personally I didn't blame him, one minute I was yelling at him the next I was apologizing.
"Damien, look at me," I said turning him to look at my face better, "I just want you two to get along. Honestly I like you both. I think Micah wants to help us with the poisoning case."
"No. Absolutely not," Sherlock said quickly.
He wanted to play hardball? I could play hardball too.
"Then I'm not helping you either," I shot back, "I don't have to be your lackey if I don't want to."
Damien looked at me with a hint of panic in his eyes. I realized that if I wasn't with him, he had no one. As much as he came across like he wanted it to be that way, he was lonely.
"All right," he finally said almost meekly, "tell him to be ready by tonight if he wants to come. I'm going back to the Willmont's house."
Had I just won? Was I really that stubborn, or did Damien give up because he didn't want me to leave him? I had expected a little more of a fight than that.
"I'm sorry," he said finally, "I didn't mean to ruin your date."
Date? Is that what he thought Micah and I were doing? Sherlock looked so deflated I almost corrected his mistake. Almost. But I didn't feel that forgiving yet. What right did he have barging in and acting like an idiot?
"You didn't ruin anything," I said, "I was just about to leave anyway."
"Are you coming with me later?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, "I'll be there."
Damien nodded and left me. I was still puzzling over why he would immediately jump to the conclusion that I was dating Micah. Did I want to date Micah? I thought about that for a minute. I came to the conclusion that I only wanted to date Micah if he magically turned into Damien somehow. And that's when it hit me that I was in love with Damien. I was in love with the one person who saw me only as a friend. My life couldn't get any worse.
A/N
Do you get the feeling that through the whole thing Shelley hasn't even considered Damien might not have been trying to bully her as much as he was jealous? She really needs some more self-confidence when it comes to attracting men…lol.
WoC