AN: Clarisse. Gods. Why do you have to break up with Chris? WHY? Already having a bad enough day as it is.
So, anyway... review? Please?
Clarisse/Chris
Brown Eyes by Lady GaGa [4:03]
"It— I just—" She huffs in frustration. Things like this were never her strong suit. And she has a lot of strong suits.
"Words, Clarisse. Words help." His signature, easy smirk is there, but she knows him well enough to see the hurt in his eyes.
She glares at him. Idiot. Making her think something like this could actually work. "It's not working. You know, I know. There's no use pretending anymore, Chris."
"It could have," he argues. "It did work. It still can."
"No." She shakes her head, staring intently at the horizon. Not his face. Not his eyes. "It would have. But we screwed it up." She looks up, a sad, bitter smile (a rare display of emotion) on her face. "We always do that, don't we?"
He pulls her close. "Yeah. Yeah, we do."