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Electrostatic Attraction Chapter Two
6x18 spec
Putting the dog to sleep (3x16 coda)
The Math Kink Conjucture
Pushing Daisies AU
A little more from Electrostatic Attraction Chapter Two (Additional snippets here):
Bodies came and went - talks of monitoring his lower limbs, tests to exclude damage from the fall to allow for a proper diagnosis - as Eddie carried on asking and receiving no answer on his partner's condition.
Slipping from his thoughts, he feels himself starting to drift, any residual adrenaline flowing through his veins now long since burnt away and leaving him bone weary, aching, and wishing for news on Buck.
“Eddie…”
The voice from the doorway is soft, shock evident but overridingly there is relief colouring each syllable of his name.
The comfort that flushes through Eddie warms him, cocoons him, because that voice means he is in safe hands, trusted hands.
“Hen.” He had not intended for his voice to crack, seeing her, eyes wide behind the rims of her glasses and concern etched across her face.
“God, its… I’m so glad you're okay, honestly Eddie.” She’s by his bedside in a blink of an eye, between the machine-whine beats of Eddie's heart. Her eyes roving over him, taking in every bandage and wire placement. Inspecting.
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𝐬𝐢𝐱 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚
"A night out? In North Shields?" I question Phoebe.
"Aye, come on," She says, not thinking about what she is saying.
"Okay, Phoebe there are a few reasons behind my very definite no like the fact it's North Shields and the clubs are you know in the centre of Newcastle which we both definitely don't want to go to" I explain with a deadpan look and tone.
"I don't see your point. Pubs are the new night out" She backfires.
"What about the fact that we both know everyone here so anyone you went home with there would be consequences and most people we know our age are settling down" I state.
"I'll ignore the fact there was no we in going home with someone" She smirks.
"Also I really don't fancy going to a pub with a bunch of people crowding me and asking me why I'm back with the possibility of seeing Sam again because we both know he will also be out just for a canny night when we could just have one here," I say, walking over to lean against the kitchen counter.
"He's always in Low Lights and we just won't go there. Come on Bella, please" She practically begs with her hands, giving me puppy eyes.
"She's right yanno. That lad doesn't go anywhere but the Low Lights" My granny pipes in, entering the kitchen.
"Yeah, but Gran the Chase is on tonight and we all love it," I say, trying to convince her with my pleading eyes.
"Arabella, I am not letting my beautiful twenty-eight granddaughter waste another night back home watching quiz programs with me and your old grump. You deserve another lad that is not fictional. Now lass go get up those bloody stairs and get ready" She says, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me towards the stairs while winking at Phoebe.
I sigh with a roll of my eyes as Phoebe follows me upstairs to begin our night.
We empty my whole wardrobe onto my bed to find suitable outfits for the night. Well, I say we, more Phoebe as I sit flicking through songs in playlists.
"Okay, I got the perfect outfits" She shrieks, throwing two outfits onto the bed.
We spend the next two hours doing hair and makeup, bringing it all together. I'm not even gonna lie we look drop-dead gorgeous right now.
"Night out in the toon" Phoebe shouts, making me laugh uncontrollably like an eighteen-year-old again causing chaos, as we walk downstairs she pulls me down to grab our things.
We link arms as we walk through the familiar streets. I was awaiting the whispers but nothing, the streets were empty. Everybody was having their night out.
Eventually, we reach one of the pubs and walk in meeting the smell of alcohol and loud music. I pause a second, weirdly shocked.
"What's up? Forgotten a Shields night out, London girl" Phoebe says in my ear, making me laugh.
"Take the girl out of Shields Pheebs," I say, walking over to the bar and asking for shots.
"Straight in with it"
"It's a night out after all"
We spend the majority of the night on the dance floor or at our table, talking away with copious amounts of alcohol. I felt like I was eighteen again with Phoebe, except I wasn't drinking away the pain. Well, a little over the same guy.
I hear a bunch of noise from a table near and pause in shock. There they all were. Him. His mates. Phoebe follows my eye direction and pauses herself.
"Shit, you alright?"
"Aye, I'll get us another drink"
I race up to the bar, grabbing onto the bar and breathing deeply. Fuck.
I order us both another pint and a few shots. But as the bartender passes me the drinks, I feel a hand on my shoulder.
Do not be him I silently beg.
I turn around slightly to see a brunette in front of me.
"Hi, I couldn't help but notice you and I just wanted to say you look incredible"
"Oh thank you," I say slightly blushing as I hand the bartender my money.
"No worries. You okay? You seem like you've seen a ghost" He asks, as I check on Phoebe, who herself had found a guy.
"Aye well, you could say that," I say, thinking to myself the ghost of my past maybe.
We get to talking a bit, and Noah, as I learned, seems really lovely. He's not from Shields, he's from centre Newcastle which is great.
"I can't lie, you look really pretty tonight," He says in a completely innocent tone with the most dangerous words.
"You look pretty today"
Here we go. Rapid heartbeat, no control over breathing, tears threatening.
I mutter a sorry and run out of the bar as quickly as I could, not even daring to look at Sam.
I race home, trying to breathe in the cold air. But it didn't work, it never does. Stupid words. Stupid boy.
As I walk onto a nearby street, I hear a voice behind me. A too-familiar voice. I speed up. Not now. Not ever. Please.
Soon enough he grabs my hand and spins me around to face him. Don't look in his eyes, Arabella. I did it. Just don't cry, don't show weakness.
"Are you okay? I saw you run out and I couldn't not come to check on you" He spurts out after a few seconds that felt like hours.
"I'm fine. Go home" I say, trying to remain stern.
"Did he hurt you? Try owt?" He asks as I become aware his hand is still touching mine. I pull it away.
"No Sam, it wasn't him"
I try to walk away but he doesn't let me.
"Arabella, you clearly aren't okay. Come to the beach with me, the different feelings and smells will calm you down remember" He asks, recalling my anxiety attacks.
This is so different and his fault but I agree. The walk there was tense, with so many unspoken words in the air. My trauma attack, felt at ease though around the person who caused them.
We sit on some rocks, watching the ocean sway back and forth. That beach smells hits my nose. The black sky causes a glow on the ripples. Picture perfect.
He had his hands in his pockets, his old nervous tell. His hair going everywhere cause of the wind. I couldn't help but smile, an old habit never dies.
"Why did you run out? Was it me?" He whispers into the air,
"It's always you" I whisper back.
The truth. Every attack, every cry, every song, every smile. It's him.
"Oh," He says, shocked.
Silence again.
"Why are you back?" He asks.
"Hadn't been home in a while and my family plus Pheebs wanted me back. You weren't meant to be here or I wasn't meant to see you" I say, shocked by the truth. Must be the alcohol.
"Your eyes"
I give him a confused glance.
"That's the thing that I see all the time like a reminder of my mistake," He says with a deep breath.
"I ran out because he called me pretty" Sam probably wouldn't understand but the only way to follow the truth is with another whether they understand or not.
"Why can't I let you go Rose?" Sam whispers into the air once again.
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hi! been a while my loves. honestly I needed a break from life so I thought I'd use it wisely and write this. it might not be as good as my other stuff but I kinda wanted it to be messy because this whole Sam and Arabella thing is messy which is true to the reasoning behind this book. enjoy my loves.
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