If that sounded as gross to you as it did to me, I apologize. But you should know that I'm pretty gross.
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“Looks good.”
He hears her in the doorway, and glances up to find her standing there, hands on her hips. He smiles, eyes locked on hers.
“Thanks.”
“Listen, I…” He knows what she’s going to say, where’s she going to go. She’s already dropped her hands to her sides, started fiddling with the hem of her dress. It’ll only be another minute before she starts biting her lip.
He drops his eyes, goes back to getting his shit together. “It’s no problem, Fabray.”
“No,” she says, and it’s so stern that he can’t help but look back to her. “I need to say this. Because if I don’t say it now, I probably won’t. I…I’m sorry,”
And then she begins to gnaw at her lip. His heart catches in his throat, and rises to his feet, now, because this seems important for some reason. He can’t tell it yet, but something in her voice, the way she’s looking at him, makes everything that has ever happened before this moment seem meek.
“I should have been honest with you. When you asked me how I felt,” her voice is catching in her throat. “Instead I made a mistake. I..I lied.”
Mike can feel his face growing hotter, his knees growing oddly weaker. He swallows.
She looks down for a moment, struggling for something. When she looks up, her eyes are so concisely focused on his, and she’s smiling at him in the most nonchalant way, so he almost doesn’t hear her when she says, “I love you.”
He was right - everything that ever happened before this moment was really, really weak.
Random Fabang at two in the morning because of reasons.
We Could Be Friends (Freelance Whales)
Elephants As Big As Whales (PlayRadioPlay!)
Slow Jabroni (Surfer Blood)
All Is Full Of Love (Bjork cover) (Death Cab For Cutie)
Sorrow (The National)
MX Missiles (Andrew Bird)
Obstacle 1 (Interpol)
Almanac (The Acorn)
Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels) (Arcade Fire)
The Story I Heard (Blind Pilot)
Tulips (Bloc Party)
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He could hear it from a mile away, though he didn’t have to. He was right behind her. He was right behind her, he thought, eyes scanning the forest for the sight of her, of a long golden ponytail or a whistle or anything. And suddenly he heard the shrill scream sound from the field.
Anything but that.
Without casting a wayward glance to Finn, Mike started after the sound, carelessly throwing himself toward her. Hoping he wasn’t too late.“Quinn?” he slowed, his breathing ragged as he lifted his gun slowly, warily into the air in front of him. “Quinn?”
He heard a strangled sob and moved forward, despite everything tell him to turn away. He should have listened.
The first thing he saw was the crimson staining the fabric of her shirt, drenching the end of her ponytail. When her eyes met his, he tried desperately to look at them. Focus on them. Focus on anything else but the splatter across her face. On the way she was pulling her coat over a seeping wound, the exact shape of which he’d be willing matched the mouth of the corpse laying feet away from the girl at his feet. He eased the tension in his shoulders, going to lower his gun, but she stopped him.“You have to do it,” she said, her lip trembling. She bit it, steadying it before she continued as if trying to convince a child. Or trying to convince herself. “Before it’s too late.” she said.
She swallowed deliberately, eyelashes caked with tears as she pushed her eyes closed for a moment before continuing, eyes flickering up to him. She seemed to struggle for the words for only a moment.
“We promised. Remember?”
Mike tried to swallow the bile in his throat.
Of course he remembered.
Mike & Quinn → au zombie apocalypse
I’d like to thank everyone I plagiarized in the making of this story.
chapter FOUR.
chapter THREE, Mariel.
