#plot in source!!!

strap   of   jimmy   choo's   are   hanging   from   her   index   finger   ,   a   scowl   on   usual   beaming   countenance   .   "   my   dad   didn't   hire   you   to   rain   on   my   parade   ,   you're   supposed   to   protect   me   .   "   grumbles   ,   bloodshot   gaze   shooting   them   a   glare   that   is   meant   to   kill   but   has   her   resembling   a   pouting   toddler   instead   .   "   don't   think   that   includes   ruining my   chances   of   meeting   possibly   the   love   of   my   life   .   "   or   shoving   her   tongue   down   a   cute   boy's   throat   .

                    " hiya! i hope it's okay that i used your eggs, but look —— " she holds out a plate with a heart - shaped omelette perched on top, garnished by a perfectly shaped sprout of dill. " i made you breakfast! "

                    " i don't want to talk. okay? i don't want to talk to you. " couldn't he have been any clearer? avoiding them wasn't just because he was pissed, looking at their face gave him flashbacks he most definitely did not want about seeing someone's tongue down their throat. someone else's tongue down their throat. when beck had finally talked himself into ( and then out of, and then back into ) just coming clean and admitting what had been torturing him for months on end. whether it was on purpose or a big cosmic joke, he wasn't in the mood to deal with this yet. " what do you want from me? "

                    " why are you hovering over the pastries? " it's less of a question and more of a loaded accusation. she had spent the entire ten hour car ride biting back retorts, and clearly she had hit her maximum for the day. her initial concern of not making it weird for any of their friends was overrun by her new concern of how she would survive a weekend in the woods with her ex whom she hated. " you're blocking them from me on purpose, and i have to say, if you're trying to get me to hate you more than i already do, it's working. "

                    " hey, you're awake. " phone is clicked off and put to the side, frame straightening in the armchair he had been lounging on. " how are you feeling? you aren't due for medicine for another, " eyes glance at his watch, " half an hour. but i can get you tea, if you want? i also got one of my coworkers to bring over soup, it'll only take ten minutes to heat. "

                     " you haven't spoken to me in a two months. you won't answer my texts, you ignore my calls, i saw you getting coffee and when you saw me, you walked the other way. " but she wouldn't let them walk away from her tonight. even if she had to chase them down in five - inch heels, she wasn't letting them go. " no matter what happened between us, i thought we were friends first. "

                     should he punch them? accidentally knock into them? throw a drink in their face? it could even be all three, if he was feeling adventurous. but he couldn't get the both of them kicked out before they decided who to bring home. beck didn't have a fatal temper, but he knew his partner in crime did, and for fear that if he let another second pass he'd be witness to a murder up close and personal, he slots his frame in between the ticking time bomb and the dolt who couldn't see that they were close to death. expression pleads too trust him, maybe not hurt him too, and in a second palms frame the other's features, pulling them in for a kiss. it's not exactly typical for them, it's not something beck has ever thought of wanting to do, but now that he is, it's pretty nice. their mouth is soft, and despite no priors, the kiss isn't clunky with unfamiliar tension. it's definitely the drinks he's had that keeps him from pulling away right away, definitely, even when he feels the dolt's fury behind him, hears the huff and shoes dragging past old wooden floorboards. " phew, " murmurs, breath still tickling brims before he's carefully maneuvering them to arms length. " there. they're gone. i was worried you'd kill them if i didn't interfere. "