Chris Miles (
noonelaughed) wrote2011-09-05 06:09 am
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For Claire [Backdated to 8/22]
Claire is one of the first people he goes to tell about it.
See, Maxxie's birthday's coming up really soon, and Chris reckons that now's as good a time as any for another party. The last one was fucking amazing, it was, and with everything as fucked as it's been lately, everyone could use one.
And to top it all off, Chris has got like, some great stuff planned for this one. Maxxie'd mentioned wanting a throne, so they're gonna find a proper one for him with a crown to go with it. Only problem is, Chris is kind of shit at all that. Claire's not, though, and Chris figures she'll know just how to pull it off.
Or, at least, he hopes she does. Otherwise Maxxie might find himself sitting on a chair from the compound or something.
See, Maxxie's birthday's coming up really soon, and Chris reckons that now's as good a time as any for another party. The last one was fucking amazing, it was, and with everything as fucked as it's been lately, everyone could use one.
And to top it all off, Chris has got like, some great stuff planned for this one. Maxxie'd mentioned wanting a throne, so they're gonna find a proper one for him with a crown to go with it. Only problem is, Chris is kind of shit at all that. Claire's not, though, and Chris figures she'll know just how to pull it off.
Or, at least, he hopes she does. Otherwise Maxxie might find himself sitting on a chair from the compound or something.
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"I know I went to the one before, but... Chris, it was just really uncomfortable. I mean. Not even during, necessarily, but after, it just felt like I'd been somewhere I definitely didn't belong," she explained, her tone slow and patient, yet still firm. "I don't want to go and do something I might regret there, and even if I go just to wish Maxxie a happy birthday, my heart won't be in it."
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"Right, then. Tell me who it was and I'll go set them straight, yeah?"
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So that her uncle could get himself nearly killed, for her sake?
Her eyes carefully meet Chris', willing him to slow down, to listen, even if he may not understand. "It's just really not my kind of thing. Drinking, smoking, it's just like... I'd rather stay at home and, I don't know, read. Bake. Even learn about genetics. Raves just aren't my thing, and going even makes me a little, I don't know. Uncomfortable."
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"You don't— you know you can come to the party and you don't have to take anything, right? Not— not pills or tabs or... or even fuckin' alcohol if you don't want," Chris says, "You could always just come and dance."
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"That's your kind of world, you know? Yours and Maxxie's. And in mine, god, we hardly even do more than play Twister when the cheerleaders get together. We talk about, I don't know, who's dating who," she sighs. "And I don't think I'm comfortable going further than that. Maybe it's just a cultural thing, I don't know, but where I live, staying away from drugs and alcohol is what we aim for."
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"And I dunno if you've noticed, but we're not exactly in your world anymore, yeah? New start, remember?"
It's what they'd talked about back in the jungle that night, about not trying not to hold on to all that had happened where they'd come from, about making a choice between holding onto all of that and trying out something new.
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It's just a party, she wants to say. Just one lousy party. It's not like they can't survive without each other for that long.
"I said I'm not comfortable with it. And, I don't know if you remember, but I did try all of this before. I've gone to two raves, and at the first I like... ended up kissing Arya because I was totally high on pot or, or ecstasy, or— god, I still don't know. I'm not someone who can deal with that," she tries again to explain, even as she sits up, brows furrowed so tight that it's almost painful. "I miss the stupid slumber parties where we didn't have to do any of that. And given the new start, I just want... what I was comfortable with before. I don't think that's wrong."
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"Yeah, well, right. Okay, then. Don't come," he says, and stands, looking at Claire's floor instead of directly at her at first. "Have your— have your fuckin' slumber party or whatever. Don't even worry about it, yeah? S'not like it's the end of the world or anything."
It's not, but the way she sounds, the way she's looking at him... it sure fuckin' feels like it.
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There's been too much in her life for Claire to give way completely. She thought, maybe he'd understand, having been to New York, but. If he didn't, she's not going to force him to try.
They're not the sort of emotions one would want to force on anyone.
"Yeah," she echoes instead, even though her words feel tight and her throat's a touch hoarse. "Not the end of the world."
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“I’ll uh… I’ll catch you later yeah?” he says, his throat feeling dry as he takes a step closer to press a kiss to her cheek.
“Day after tomorrow maybe?”
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Still, she allows herself a turn of her head, until her lips just manage to brush his cheek before he pulls back.
"Yeah," she nods, voice quieter. "Yeah, that sounds good."