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[cautionarytale]

[private to Adam]

I wanna kill her.



[originally private, now private to Peter, strikes not legible]

Okay, so, I know this is a computer and not really Peter, but that sucked. Like, a lot. And I Screw this.

That hurt and I was scared and I couldn't stop it from happening to me. I practically walked right into it, and I want to hurt her like she hurt me, and I'm scared I'm weak and I should've been able to take care of myself but I couldn't and she shaved my head, Peter, I had no hair and it was awful They were in my head

I don't wanna be friends anymore.

I've got this ice cream that's starting to melt.

Comments

Private - If you don't mind huge delays cause I have tests to study for this week, then yes

[mimic-peter.livejournal.com]

I'd come to you but I don't have any idea of where you are.

Private/Spam - Delays are fine. Good luck with the tests!

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

That's fine. I'll be down in a sec.


[Elle threw on one of her more revealing outfits as fast as she could, making sure her hair looked good and exactly the right number of buttons were open on her shirt before dashing out. She was halfway to Peter's room before she realized she'd forgotten the ice cream.

By the time she finally got to the second floor, ice cream in hand, she was panting. She took a couple seconds to get her breathing under control before turning the key in the lock and stepping inside.

She set the ice cream down on the desk, trying desperately to seem like she hadn't just pelted up and down three flights of stairs twice.]

"Hi Peter."

[Smirking, she reached out to touch his hand.]

Spam - thanks!

[mimic-peter.livejournal.com]

[Peter shied away from her touch, not really comfortable with being close to her but needing some kind of human contact. And she was the only person besides Adam that he knew well here.

It sounded pathetic, even to him.]

"How are you feeling? After.... you know, everything?"

Spam

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

[Instead of drawing back, Elle moved towards him, trying to grab onto his hips or his waist.]

"I've been better."

[That was an understatement, but this Peter was different and she didn't trust him as much.]