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She and Aramis were sitting atop a gently sloping hill, staring up into the afternoon sky. It was an exceptionally pleasant day, perfect for just lying in the grass and enjoying Nature at her most pristine, which is exactly what Aramis had in mind. He was nearly at peace with it all, a somewhat euphoric feeling washing over him when it was suddenly (and quite rudely) shattered with the casual mentioning of that name. You could almost see reality forcing itself back into his mind, manifesting in the form of a single, nondescript blink. "Logan..." he began, not wanting to get into details, "Logan and I are no longer together." "Why not?" Bre inquired, rummaging through her bag for something to better pass the time, perhaps a book to read or even maybe something to scribble a few words on. "We just aren't; let's leave it at that," he said sharply, placing his hands behind his head and lying back on the cool grass, closing his eyes to the bright sun above him. "Well, for someone who's so very angry with him, you're still wearing that necklace he gave you," she chirpped, giving up her quest for something to do and instead, turning over onto her stomach, staring at the scar beneath Aramis' right eye. It took him a moment to realize that yes, indeed, he was still wearing the gold locket, the one Logan had given him when they had first become an item, when they were still happy and wonderfully in love. When Aramis hadn't known who Logan really was. "...Hmmm... no use in wasting good jewelry," Aramis muttered, keeping his eyes closed. Sure, it was a lie, but it was the most he could come up with in such short notice. Bre had caught his momentary hesitation and called his bluff. "Uh huh... sure," she said with a playful smile. She rolled towards her right and onto her back, draping an arm over Aramis' belly. He bit back the sudden urge to break the extremity; he has a strong distaste for physical contact with people he barely knew. Still, she was just a kid, and a girl at that, so he decided to simply move her arm back over to its designated territory--anywhere away from his skin. He really wasn't in the mood to argue, nor did he feel like explaining himself. Rather, he was content with lying there at the moment and just enjoying the weather. But Bre, it seems, was fully intent on keeping that from happening, even if she wasn't aware of it. "But why did you two break up in the first place?" she asked, positioning herself so that her head rested on Aramis' belly. Again, Aramis had to use all of his restraint to keep from reaching down and twisting the girl's head completely around. Instead, he gently pushed her away. "Don't... touch me," he muttered with a frown. "I hate when people touch me." "Maybe that was the problem with you and Logan, hm?" she asked, sitting up. "I've never heard of a relationship where someone didn't want to be touched. It just doesn't make sense to me." "Well, you really don't know what went on in our relationship, Bre, and to be perfectly honest, I don't feel like discussing it with you." A moment of silence passed between them. No more, no less. Aramis would very much have liked if the conversation was dropped then and there, but Bre was damned persistent. "You know what I've noticed about you?" she asked, opening Aramis' bag and searching for something to eat. "I've noticed that you seem to have this weird gift of making people feel at ease around you. Like... I know I haven't known you very long at all; how long has it been? Three weeks? A month?" "Thirteen days." "Yeah, thirteen days, but it feels a lot longer, you know?" she quipped, finding an apple and shining it on the bottom of her shirt. "That's what I mean, though, right there. I feel like I've known you a lot longer than I really have. I dunno, I just feel so... comfortable around you. Like I can tell you anything, anything I want without--" "Without fear of rejection," Aramis finished, sitting up. Bre took a large, almost obscene bite out of the apple and turned to him. "Yeah," the blue-and-green eyed man half-whispered. "I've heard that before." "But the really weird part about it is," Bre managed around a mouthful of apple, "as much as I tell you about me, I really don't know too much about you. Why is that? I think, maybe, it's because you're always trying to hide something about yourself you don't like. Maybe you did something way in the past you're not too proud about. Maybe you're hiding some big, huge, super-dark secret that might totally change the way I look at you." "Or maybe you talk so much I never get a chance to put in a word, edgewise," Aramis replied, staring straight ahead. Again, dead silence. Slowly, Aramis turned to Bre, taking in the look of utter bewilderment in her face with a sort of impish delight. He smiled then, and jabbed at her ribs playfully with his elbow. "You jerk!" she said with a laugh, tearing up a fistful of grass and hurling it at him. He put up his hands to shield himself from the harmless emerald blades and quickly returned the gesture. Soon, they were engaged in the silliest of play-fights, their only weapons being what they could gather the strenght to pick up through their mirth-weakened state. Aramis was so very ready to slip back into that spiraling black hole of raw depression he'd visited so many times before when he ended his relationship with Logan. It seemed, however, that he'd be far too busy engaging in such meaningless yet thoroughly entertaining little adventures with Bre to feel so miserable. Yes... this might be one of the most beneficial friendships he'd ever developed.
Bleeding Apocalypse · Thu May 12, 2005 @ 05:14pm · 3 Comments |
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