She tucks up her knees to her chest and watches him. “Are you sorry you slept with him, or sorry you thought it might be more than just that?”
“… The latter. I just thought that… That he cared. I mean, he told me he liked me and he just… Always comes by my flat rather than his own. Spends the night here sometimes… Maybe I just – just assumed too quickly.” Damn him.
“How long’s it been? All those seem like good signs to me. Are you looking for undying love right away, honey? I’m sorry to tell you, it doesn’t work like that.”
“Yeah. Yeah, sure, why not?” That was phrased more rhetorically however as he made his way to the couch and slumped down onto it with another sigh. His heart ached, literally. He’d never felt like this about anyone before. “Why the heck did Tony have to move here?”
She tucks up her knees to her chest and watches him. “Are you sorry you slept with him, or sorry you thought it might be more than just that?”
“Play video games. Forget it, I’ll … get over it.” She folds her arms and cocks her head at Xavier. “Who were /you/ thinking about?”
“You don’t like video games, then?” He gave her a sympathetic smile then blinked rapidly at the question, shaking his head just as fast. “No one. Did I say I was thinking about someone? No, nothing — I just…” Fuck it. “Tony… It’s Tony, the utter sod.”
“Oh, god, I was afraid I was going to have to give the lecture about lying to me. You can’t, by the way.” She crosses to him, and sits down at his feet. “What did he do?”
“I.. It’s not his fault. I’m the idiot. I mean — I fell in love with him and he realized since I told him because I was drunk and he just.. Manipulated me, you know?” Xavier sighed, running a hand through his hair. “He took my virginity and everything.”
Summer thinks for a moment. “Can i ask you some things? I’m not trying to accuse, just understand what you’re thinking.”
“Play video games. Forget it, I’ll … get over it.” She folds her arms and cocks her head at Xavier. “Who were /you/ thinking about?”
“You don’t like video games, then?” He gave her a sympathetic smile then blinked rapidly at the question, shaking his head just as fast. “No one. Did I say I was thinking about someone? No, nothing — I just…” Fuck it. “Tony… It’s Tony, the utter sod.”
“Oh, god, I was afraid I was going to have to give the lecture about lying to me. You can’t, by the way.” She crosses to him, and sits down at his feet. “What did he do?”
“Thanks so /very/ much, Xavier, now I have an earworm,” Summer says dryly. “That’s totally what I needed, a song that makes me think of Arthur.”
“I — Sorry. I was just thinking about To — somebody and remembered the song and, well , it’s a rough time and sorry — what’s happened, Summer?”
“Oh, nothing. I think that’s the problem, nothing’s happened. I don’t even — like, how do I even make him notice me, seriously?”
“I’m not sure, love.” He never really had that problem for some reason. Probably because Tony is a manipulative utter prat and… He was in deep shit. “Do you know things he likes to do?”
“Play video games. Forget it, I’ll … get over it.” She folds her arms and cocks her head at Xavier. “Who were /you/ thinking about?”
“If you’re not the one, then why does my hand fit yours this way? I don’t want to run away, but I can’t take it, I don’t understand. If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?” Wait — did his door just open? “Oh, crap, ehm. I wasn’t singing. What?”
“Thanks so /very/ much, Xavier, now I have an earworm,” Summer says dryly. “That’s totally what I needed, a song that makes me think of Arthur.”
The thing Summer will never get used to is the whole walking everywhere. She’s got a little folding cart; it’s not hard to plan to carry shopping about, but it’s still weird. Where she grew up, things just weren’t /close/ enough to walk to. Never mind public transport.
She stops at the foot of the stairs and looks up, then back down at the heap of sacks in her cart. “Well, here we go,” she mutters, and grabs three or four bags.
“If I picked for you the ten worst moments of my life, they were probably the ten most defining moments of my life. Whether they’re that complete rejection by a girl that doesn’t even know you’re crazy about her, and you are distracted riding your bike to school, and just as you look over at her, you take a complete ass-over flip into a shrub. And the girl just looks at you and keeps on walking with an expression that says, “Who is that schmuck?” And that’s every bit as significant to me as the moment I met Susan, in a rehearsal space with Halle Berry in Montreal ten years ago, and thought, Wow, she’s pretty damn cute for a boss”.
