A/N: Guess who tried their hardest to make this over 500 words? Me! And w/o
the Authors note it's exactly 501 words. Great, eh? Anyway, Um. *nods* I
hope you like it.... I've been a little off my game lately. So sorry for
the lack of updates. Please Review, oh, and feel free to leave ideas.
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fight fight fight.
We contantly bicker over the stupidest of things. Like if I can go home or not. Really it's not your choice whether i return to my own time. Oh, and there was that one time when we fought about how crispy you wanted your ramen. That was just insane. How was i supposed to know you liked them soggy? Sometimes they're important things, like whether we should spend (you say waste) the time to bury a village of people who have been slaughtered or not. And I wish I could explain myself to you, so i could help you understand... understand me a little better. So you could see what i thought, and maybe you could .... comprimise? But at all the important times it feels like my mouth isn't working right.... and.... I can't say what I mean.All the words get jumbled up inside of my brain, and the words come out... in their simplest forms.....and I say... things harshly. Blunt, and rude. and i'm above that. I'm better than that.
Then why do you bring me down so fast? Normally I can control how I act, but when i'm around you, i re-act. It's like some kind of weird knee-jerk reaction... . And i'm not used to the way you act yet.... can you believe after all this time it still shocks me how you're acting? I'm not used to someone caring so much that they'd physically stop me from doing what they don't want me to.... I'm not used to someone defending me so... adamantly. But i'd be lying if i said i don't love you for it. For the way you make me stop thinking, though it's slightly... not good for us....because then we fight.... and sometimes it is.....
If i had any brains in my thick skull, i wouldn't love you as much as I do. I wouldn't trust you as much as I do..... wouldn't reach out to touch your hand, or leap at you, into your arms..... if i had any brains we wouldn't argue so much.If I had any brains I wouldn't keep coming back. I wouldn't keep subjecting myself to the fact that you see me as a friend.... i'd finally understand and I'd stop breaking my heart every time you leave camp suspciously..... I think.... if i was smart.... I wouldn't leave so often....
you know, i don't like leaving anymore than you do. But, there are things in life.... sometimes you have to.... that's all crap. Trite words with no real meaning, over used, grey and worn from the years of giving excuses. There's a fact in all of it though. I don't want to leave. Don't want to go.... to be away.... but i have to get supplies, and your precious ramen.... and part of me... needs to be away, away from you. I hate those days.... but i think they help me appreciate you more.
But-- you know... i'd stay if you only just asked.
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fight fight fight.
We contantly bicker over the stupidest of things. Like if I can go home or not. Really it's not your choice whether i return to my own time. Oh, and there was that one time when we fought about how crispy you wanted your ramen. That was just insane. How was i supposed to know you liked them soggy? Sometimes they're important things, like whether we should spend (you say waste) the time to bury a village of people who have been slaughtered or not. And I wish I could explain myself to you, so i could help you understand... understand me a little better. So you could see what i thought, and maybe you could .... comprimise? But at all the important times it feels like my mouth isn't working right.... and.... I can't say what I mean.All the words get jumbled up inside of my brain, and the words come out... in their simplest forms.....and I say... things harshly. Blunt, and rude. and i'm above that. I'm better than that.
Then why do you bring me down so fast? Normally I can control how I act, but when i'm around you, i re-act. It's like some kind of weird knee-jerk reaction... . And i'm not used to the way you act yet.... can you believe after all this time it still shocks me how you're acting? I'm not used to someone caring so much that they'd physically stop me from doing what they don't want me to.... I'm not used to someone defending me so... adamantly. But i'd be lying if i said i don't love you for it. For the way you make me stop thinking, though it's slightly... not good for us....because then we fight.... and sometimes it is.....
If i had any brains in my thick skull, i wouldn't love you as much as I do. I wouldn't trust you as much as I do..... wouldn't reach out to touch your hand, or leap at you, into your arms..... if i had any brains we wouldn't argue so much.If I had any brains I wouldn't keep coming back. I wouldn't keep subjecting myself to the fact that you see me as a friend.... i'd finally understand and I'd stop breaking my heart every time you leave camp suspciously..... I think.... if i was smart.... I wouldn't leave so often....
you know, i don't like leaving anymore than you do. But, there are things in life.... sometimes you have to.... that's all crap. Trite words with no real meaning, over used, grey and worn from the years of giving excuses. There's a fact in all of it though. I don't want to leave. Don't want to go.... to be away.... but i have to get supplies, and your precious ramen.... and part of me... needs to be away, away from you. I hate those days.... but i think they help me appreciate you more.
But-- you know... i'd stay if you only just asked.