Dark of the Moon.

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     Glad when she wraps her arms around him, he relaxes a little more into the hug, her words breaking his heart even more, and he just hugs her tighter. “I miss you too Chen,” he breathes, pressing his lips against the side of her head before finally stepping away, but holding her at half an arms length, elbows bent, hands on her shoulders, his eyes search hers. “You don’t have to talk about it, but just know that whenever you do or if you even do, you can talk to me. Alright?”

    Squeezing her eyes shut the moment he hugs her tighter and she really regrets pushing him away and shutting him out the way she did. Looking up into deep pools of blue as he moves away yet still keeps her body close, a slight smile beginning to tug at the corners of her lips as she nods her head. When the timing is right--- she’ll tell him when the time is right. Knows that she probably shouldn’t, especially since he’s in a relationship now but she places a hand to his jaw and leans in. Pressing her lips to his in a quick yet tender kiss before she’s pulling away, wanting to do so before he had the chance to move away first. “Thank you.”

      Brows tugging together, Warren didn’t bother to ask anything else – he knew he most likely wouldn’t get any more from her, he’d already gotten two sentences and that was more than usual. A small sigh filters past his lips and without a further word he just walks towards her and wraps his arms around her, not even caring if she wanted her space, or if she didn’t want to hug him in general – he just stepped over the boundaries that were silently placed after that day in the kitchen. “I’m sorry.” He breathes into her hair, his hand moving up and down her back gently. 

      Relieved to see that he doesn’t seem to be persistent in receiving a further explanation--- she’ll tell him the truth when the moment is right... eventually. Eyes opening wide as brows raise the instant he makes his way towards her, confused by his intentions. However the moment he wraps his arms around her everything seems to be okay. All of her fears and worries slipping away to the back of her mind, arms remaining awkwardly by her side at first but then she’s draping them over his shoulders, resting her head against him as a silent sigh slips past. Probably would have teared up again had she not been so emotionally drained. “I miss you Warren.” Voice quiet yet confident as she breathes in his scent.

Once Sarah was gone he locks the door, and heads upstairs, his mind racing, curious as to what could’ve happened. Layla’s trotting behind him, her paws noisy on the wooden stairs. “Chen?” He calls out as he reaches the top of the stairs, quietly walking towards his room and opening the door, spotting her walking over to the bed, her face clear of the makeup that had been smeared down her cheeks. His features hold nothing but concern, as he stands there, “What’s going on? Are you ok?”

Almost wants to laugh as he asks if she’s alright--- the answer rather obvious but she’s in  no mood to make a sarcastic remark. Debating telling him the truth once again but she’s already had an emotional day as is, maybe it’s best to let things sit and settle for a while first. “I just had a really shit day,” not a compleete lie, brushing it off with a shrug.

Sitting in his living room on the couch, a few jokes here and there, there’s a smile on his face as he looks at the brunette as she speaks, her laugh filling the room, however his attention soon shifts as he notices the front door pull open and Chenault’s stepping inside. He can hardly see her in the small dark hallway that leads into the main room, but he knows she’s there and the fact that Layla scurries over there is confirmation enough. He smiles at first when she steps into the light, but as he takes note of her appearance the smile is smothered by a look of concern, his heart dropping, “Chen –” He starts, Sarah turning to look as well. He stands up from the couch, ready to go over to her, “What’s wrong?”

However, instead, probably for the best she kicks off her shoes and drops her coat by the door--- not bothering to pick up the mess as she walks towards the stairs. "Nothing, I'm going to bed." Hoping that Sarah was familiar with the layout of the home-- she hopes that she knows that when she said she's going to bed she'll be laying between Warren's sheets, that he'll end up beneath the blankets as well. Even though she rarely speaks to him they always fall asleep side by side, more often than not waking up in one another’s arms.

                   “they couldn’t be that good or you wouldn’t be sitting here talking to me. i can tell when someone isn’t interested. and you, sweetheart, are interested. there’s no way he’s as good at me. we’ve fucked some of the same people, the reviews are starkly different.”

   he had a point. “--- i’m sitting here talking to you because i’m interested in being your friend. you’re cute, funny, your ego could be knocked down a few levels but other than that you seem like a decent guy.” doesn’t judge the reputation for sleeping around since she has one as well. her first time ever deciding to have an actual boyfriend. a small laugh. “i’ve actually heard that from a few girls.”

     “ somehow, my dear, I find that untrue. you just probably don’t know. “

    rolling her eyes. “i’m not having fun anymore.”

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     Silence settles between them, and only the sound of their feet and the cars passing by fill the air. The smell of nicotine fills his sense and he looks over at Charlie briefly, hands stuffed into his pockets, “So why do you think you’re not my type?” The question comes spilling from him before he has a chance to stop it.

     “Wha---” almost choking on the inhaled cigarette smoke as the other speaks, caught completely off guard and he isn’t quite sure what to say-- shouldn’t it be obvious? “I mean look at you,” hand waving towards Caleb, gorgeous, polished, looked as if he was headed on the right path. “Then look at me,” still attractive, Charlie is well aware of that but he looks like the kind of boy that stays up all night playing PlayStation, skateboarding, smoking weed, in fewer words, Caleb was clearly out of his league.