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#(listen i love sandwiches okay? they're one of my favourite things in the whole world i could live off sandwiches if i could)
moonchild-in-blue Β· 2 months
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You know what? I really wanna eat a sandwich with Vessel. We don't even have to talk or anything like.
I just want to sit at a table across him, get a few Capri Suns, a bag of crisps torn open between us, a nice sandwich each, and just eat in silence.
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darkdevasofdestruction Β· 4 years
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Day 6 : Comfort - 2P!Canada/James Williams
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"What? You're lying! How can you be together with James for almost 2 years and not have some fun with him? I mean, he's so hot! What's stopping you?" my friend asked, looking at me with a horrified look.
"Uhm...I just never really thought about it, I guess." I look away, uncomfortably shuffling on my feet, taking another sip of my hot chocolate.
"Girl, listen. Boys are boys and boys get bored. Next thing you know, you'll become the side chick while he goes behind your back with some slut. I say you show him some affection and stop being so cold, or you're gonna lose him. Hell, if you're tired of him, just let me get him-" she kept ranting, but I tsked in annoyance and got up, ready to leave the cafe, putting the money on the table.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. See you later." I shrugged, rushing out into the whipping cold, warming my hands with the hot chocolate cup, my mind filled up with so many toxic things swarming and eroding my sanity.
I sigh and get a book to read in bed, from one of my favourite authors, Steve Cavanagh, but despite how exciting this book was, I just couldn't concentrate at all on the words imprinted on the paper, but on the ones tearing apart my brain.
He won't leave me, will he?
I mean, if he was annoyed by something, he'd tell me directly, right?
Actually...He's one to avoid confrontation and let things go away by themselves.
I'm not cold with him, am I?
Who am I kidding, I've been called our for being cold, even when I wasn't trying to.
He wouldn't get bored of me, would he?
He promised he wouldn't...
But so did others, and they lied, even while "comforting" me, they lied.
Everybody lies.
I had no idea how much time passed until the door to my room opened and James got in as nonchalantly as ever, his shades still on.
"Hey, Maple, I brought food-...Are you okay, chickadee? Why are you crying?" he put his suglasses on his head as he raised an eyebrow in genuine confusion and concern.
"I'm not crying, what do you mean?" I furrowed my brows, not understanding what he was talking about.
"Really? Then, did it rain in the room?" he put the bag down, sitting on the bed next to me, wiping away the tears I had no idea I cried, his hands lingering on my face, his violet eyes looking into my dark ones with certain soft look that I always see when he looks at me. "Talk to me, chickadee. What's bothering you?" his voice was calm and warm, but I could feel he was panicking.
"I don't really know...I didn't even realise I was crying. I just...I don't know...I...I don't know..." I bit my lip, looking down at my lap.
"Something is definitely eating you away...Do you trust me, Kat?" he asked all of a sudden, which made me gasp and look up at him confused.
"Of course I trust you! What's that question?!" I asked, a little annoyed.
"Then please talk to me. I know I'm nkt the best at communicating, especially with how I grew up, but I want you...Us to be okay." it was a bit difficul for him to say that out loud, but I could feel he was meaning it whole-heartedly, which made me sigh, my bottom lip quivering a bit.
"I...I...Just...Went out with the wrong person, I guess...And uhm...She just...Said some things to me...That kinda hit my sensitive spots." I managed to say.
"What did she say, Maple? Did she make you feel insecure?" he asked, making me nod slightly.
"She...She said that...Well...It's pretty silly, I guess..." I stop for a bit, as James held my hands in a way to encourage me to speak. "She...Said you'll get bored of me soon." I whispered, hanging my head even lower.
"Why the...Why would she say something like that? She doesn't know us or our relationship, so her opinions are pretty shit." I could feel he tried not to swear around me, despite being very irked by this, since he knows I'm not a fan of swearing.
"Because...Because...We didn't...Y'know...That..." I wasn't sure if my voice was audible or not, but by the aggravated sigh from James, I could guess he understood me.
"Some people should really keep their opinions to themselves. Do me a favour and stop hanging out with idiots like this bi-...Ahem, chick. They're just jealous on you since you're smart and beautiful and they'll never be like you." he shrugged, raising my face up to look at him.
"I don't know...Everyone around me keeps saying the same things lver and over...And over again...It's kinda hard not to think about it. Even my parents keep pestering me about it. It's a nightmare..." I cover my face with my hands, trying my best not to show that tears were threatening to fall again.
"Maple, look at me, please. Listen to me. You and I are the only ones who can have a say in our relationship, not the rest of the world, okay? It's only you and I against the world, just as it's always been. I would never leave you for something like this. I love you, chickadee. I know I don't say it often, but I do. For me, every little bit of affection you show me means the world. And Kat, I have never felt better than when I had your arms around me." his words were like honey to me, easing away any pain that my heart held at some point, or any doubt that my mind was harbouring.
I threw my arms around James' neck and climbed on his lap, just feeling his heartbeat against my chest as I managed to calm down and think more clear, thanking him repeatedly, in a whispered voice.
"So...What did you bring to eat?" I leaned back to look at him with a soft smile on my face.
"All the best stuff, of course." he chuckled lightly as we got the bag from the table to eat the awesome prosciutto and bacon sandwiches with melted cheese from the corner shop.
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