#strongume

If you asked Bailey LeGume, he would tell you love doesn’t exist. He hadn’t grown up in a loving home, or had any very good examples growing up to show him what it really was. Hell, he hadn’t ever been in a healthy, steady relationship in his life and never planned on it. It just wasn’t something in the cards for him, he was never going to understand the true feeling behind all the stupid love songs he was so desperate to write.

He was never expecting to find true love in this new world. Yes, he had hoped things would be different here, but that had all seemed like a silly wish. He knew the real world, he knew what people were like. He never expected to find the light in such a dark, dark time. It had all started with a late night walk when they met. She was different, she had attitude but was still sweet. She wasn’t some girl Bailey normally went for, but there was something about her that just struck him somewhere deep. If he didn’t know better, he’d thing they may have known each other in a past life, but of course he found the mere idea of that silly.

Then, he helped her in the hallway. It was unusual for him to help a stranger, but that feeling hit him again, and before he knew it, he was helping her. He didn’t stick around, the thoughts swimming around his messed up mind causing him confusion. He barely knew the girl, didn’t know if he could trust her, and really didn’t know if he wanted anymore friends, but here he was with a strange feeling of wanting to protect her? He shook the thoughts away, returning to his dorm.

He hadn’t expected the girl to get his number, or to actually want to talk to someone like him. She was being so nice, when he had been so mean, it just didn’t make sense to him. And then, she talked to him about music and guitars, something he couldn’t resist, and that’s when he knew she was okay. He wasn’t rushing into bff talk and braiding each others’ hair, but it was a start. It took a lot for him to let someone else into his tiny circle, but he just had this feeling deep down.

As time passed, they became closer. They started having their weekly movie marathons, he would play guitar for her, they pigged out, and so much more. He actually felt himself start to open up to her. They got into a deep discussion about family, and as she had seen him being closed off and angry again, she calmly sat with him in silence until he was ready to talk again, to open up. It was the first time she ever saw Bailey emotional and almost in tears. She was one of the only people to ever actually see him like this, he would never let anyone know he wasn’t a giant ass all the time. And from that night, things became… different.

Bailey hadn’t noticed until it was too late. They were at one of their weekly movie nights, and for some reason they were talking about relationships, Bailey talking about Romen and Sandrine talking about her current boyfriend. At some point in the conversation, Bailey had managed to switch from referencing Romen, to referencing her, and he stopped in his tracks, eyes going wide with fear. Quickly, he regained his composure, realizing he was being vague enough that she could never tell. He went back to Romen, before it happened again, and then once more after that. That was the moment Bailey knew he was fucked.

He had it so bad for her, and he hadn’t even realized until now. He sat with his face in his hands for a moment, trying to catch his breath from the near-panic attack he was having. He didn’t do love– he wouldn’t. He was a LeGume, he didn’t deserve this, it won’t work. She has a boyfriend for Walt’s sake!