“It wouldn’t surprise me to find out that he’s avoiding you because he likes you too, you know,” she points out. “You could go look him up yourself. If you like him, and the sex was nice — it was nice, right?”
“He does? Think so?” He visibly perked up at that despite the faint hint of a blush settling itself on his cheeks at the mention of the sex. “Ehm, yeah. Yeah. It was… Bollocks.”
“Well, look, I don’t know — I’m not — ” Summer clears her throat. “Without talking to Tony, I don’t know for sure that he likes you,” a partial truth at best, but using her gift by rummaging around in people’s lives is not — it’s just not okay, really, “but it wouldn’t surprise me. People do that. They think they’ve gone too far, committed too much, and they pull back. He’s probably afraid of hurting you. But if you want him, if you want this, you need to put that out there. It’ll always hurt worse not knowing.”
“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.”
“I’m — I don’t think so.” That’s why he actually waited this long before he began to fancy anyone, right? And yet everything still got screwed up. Sometimes he just wanted to give up. “We, er, haven’t spoken in a bit.”
“It wouldn’t surprise me to find out that he’s avoiding you because he likes you too, you know,” she points out. “You could go look him up yourself. If you like him, and the sex was nice — it was nice, right?”
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.”
~o “This is it, boys, this is war – what are we waiting for? Why don’t we break the rules already? I was never one to believe the hype Save that for the black and white I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked, But here they come again to jack my style.” ~o
Singing at the top of her theatrically-trained lungs, with the music almost as loud as she is.
