[Life was horribly fleeting. He thought he'd had all the time in the world to trip over himself over her and never really get to where he wanted to go. Always just waiting for the right moment. He just never expected the "right moment" would be nearly dying multiple times on a freezing hell mountain. Even if he had a million guesses, he would never have guessed that. ]
I mean, I would one hundred per cent back you up on this. Tell them the giant guy fucked up my leg and you leap to my defence like a badass ninja. I can absolutely fabricate this story for you.
[And it would be easier than telling someone he fucked up his leg while trying to escape psychotic nightmare demons. His smile falters a little, nervousness spilling into his tone. He knows they need to have this conversation, but he's still not sure where it will go. A part of him is still expecting to be rejected- stress makes people to whacky things after all. He rubs the back of his head, trying to banish such thoughts away. It's fine. He can do this. It's totally fine.]
Uh... y-yeah, sure. We. Uh... yeah. We should probably do that. The-uh talking.
You know I'd definitely do that for you. I can be your knight in shining armor.
[OKAY. She really needed to just get to it..... So she just took a deep breath to prep herself for what to say. She... had no idea how to go about this. This is the reason why the two of them danced around each other for so long. It was hard to confess how you feel.]
I... I thought that.... I had plenty of time to do this. Like... Hanging out over the weekend could be my chance to finally do something about it, but... we both know how our "exciting adventure" went. All I wanted was to be able to curl up by the fireplace and then maybe just... Just maybe... I could finally gather the courage to say something.
I'll be honest. I... I still have no idea how to approach this but I...
I know one thing for sure. I was so afraid that I'd never have the chance to tell you how I felt. Like... how we weren't going to make it.
I was scared about... everything really but.. It's really made me realize that anything can happen. So I want to treasure the things in my life that mean something to me as long as I can without regrets.
I guess what I'm trying to say is... I like you, Chris. I mean like.. really like you. I'm glad that despite what we went through, you were there with me every step of the way. I don't know what I would have done without you.
[It's a sloppy confession, but it's also fueled with fear and regret. What happened to them was definitely going to haunt her for a long time; Probably him and the others as well. They were safe now, but the thought of those events scared her even now.]
I'm sorry that... it took us nearly dying to say something finally.
[He pictured this conversation going a thousand different ways in his head. Most of the time he cast a much cooler version of himself in his head - someone who wouldn't be awkward or fumbling with any of this. Fake-Chris would handle it with all the suave confidence that Mike would.
But Real-Chris is certainly nothing like Mike, not in the least. Real-Chris is an awkward loser and he definitely doesn't handle it with the slightest hint of suave confidence. No sir. He lets out a nervous chuckle, regrets that instantly and rubs the back of his neck. ]
God. I wasn't laughing at you. [Get it together, Chris.] I mean- yeah I like you a lot too, like so much. I've been trying to tell you for... pretty much since I met you. But I don't know. I was waiting for the perfect moment and it never came and then we nearly freaking died and...yeah. I guess we really probably should have got our shit together like a year ago?
[But they didn't, and they almost lost everything and for what? A fantasy perfect moment.]
[It wasn't too hard to see that they liked each other to everyone else. In fact, they probably could tell themselves, but love sometimes blinded you in ways that made it hard to believe that could be true. How could Chris actually like her in that way, despite it being pretty obvious that he did? How do you even approach the subject? They were supposed to be normal teenagers with the hardest thing to deal with being figuring out what college to go to and the applications for them. During high school it should have been all about dating and who to go to prom with. Instead, they got stuck with trying not to die in the face of the curse of the Wendigo.
Things have definitely changed.
But even so, at least it was finally out there. At least they finally said what they needed to, sloppy or not. And even if Chris's reaction wasn't as suave as he'd hoped for, it was enough for Ashley; besides, Mike was definitely not her type so she was glad that it was the awkward Chris that showed up over Suave Mike in his confession.
With that out of the way she gave him a tired smile before lightly pressing her lips against his. Once it was done, she caressed the side of his cheek.]
I guess so. It's okay though. We're alive and that's all that matters.
[He's pretty sure their entire friend-group were in on it by that point. Josh sure as hell was, given his continued ribbing of Chris on the subject and doing everything he damn well could to try and get the lovebirds together. Which one of them could have predicted that what eventually make them make their moves was nearly dying on a freezing cold mountain surrounded by cannibal monsters? Not Chris, that's for sure.
He's more than happy to return that kiss, trying his best to ignore the thum-dum of his stupid, awkward heart. A lopsided smile crosses his face as the first rebellious thought crosses his mind that god, she is so pretty. ]
Yeah! By some... crazy miracle. I for one vote that we don't let the living thing go to waste. Second chances. And all that.
Don't even worry about it. I've been very slow on the RP front and finally catching up
[Life was funny that way. It just made her appreciate and like him more than before.]
I will definitely second that without hesitation.
[God. She just wanted to kiss him again. There was just so much sexual tension that she felt. She was shy and unsure about how to deal with stuff like this, but nearly dying without properly confessing made it more difficult. Difficult to shove aside all of her burning desires to be with Chris. But for now, she's content with cuddling close to him. She... might actually just be clinging at this point.
Whoops! She's not always like this, really.]
I just want to worry about normal things for the time being... Like... Who I'm going to ask to prom.
[Maybe a hint? Mostly a joke, but it was better than thinking of what transpired on the mountain.]
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I mean, I would one hundred per cent back you up on this. Tell them the giant guy fucked up my leg and you leap to my defence like a badass ninja. I can absolutely fabricate this story for you.
[And it would be easier than telling someone he fucked up his leg while trying to escape psychotic nightmare demons. His smile falters a little, nervousness spilling into his tone. He knows they need to have this conversation, but he's still not sure where it will go. A part of him is still expecting to be rejected- stress makes people to whacky things after all. He rubs the back of his head, trying to banish such thoughts away. It's fine. He can do this. It's totally fine.]
Uh... y-yeah, sure. We. Uh... yeah. We should probably do that. The-uh talking.
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[OKAY. She really needed to just get to it..... So she just took a deep breath to prep herself for what to say. She... had no idea how to go about this. This is the reason why the two of them danced around each other for so long. It was hard to confess how you feel.]
I... I thought that.... I had plenty of time to do this. Like... Hanging out over the weekend could be my chance to finally do something about it, but... we both know how our "exciting adventure" went. All I wanted was to be able to curl up by the fireplace and then maybe just... Just maybe... I could finally gather the courage to say something.
I'll be honest. I... I still have no idea how to approach this but I...
I know one thing for sure. I was so afraid that I'd never have the chance to tell you how I felt. Like... how we weren't going to make it.
I was scared about... everything really but.. It's really made me realize that anything can happen. So I want to treasure the things in my life that mean something to me as long as I can without regrets.
I guess what I'm trying to say is... I like you, Chris. I mean like.. really like you. I'm glad that despite what we went through, you were there with me every step of the way. I don't know what I would have done without you.
[It's a sloppy confession, but it's also fueled with fear and regret. What happened to them was definitely going to haunt her for a long time; Probably him and the others as well. They were safe now, but the thought of those events scared her even now.]
I'm sorry that... it took us nearly dying to say something finally.
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But Real-Chris is certainly nothing like Mike, not in the least. Real-Chris is an awkward loser and he definitely doesn't handle it with the slightest hint of suave confidence. No sir. He lets out a nervous chuckle, regrets that instantly and rubs the back of his neck. ]
God. I wasn't laughing at you. [Get it together, Chris.] I mean- yeah I like you a lot too, like so much. I've been trying to tell you for... pretty much since I met you. But I don't know. I was waiting for the perfect moment and it never came and then we nearly freaking died and...yeah. I guess we really probably should have got our shit together like a year ago?
[But they didn't, and they almost lost everything and for what? A fantasy perfect moment.]
Um. So yeah. Same. Very much same.
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Things have definitely changed.
But even so, at least it was finally out there. At least they finally said what they needed to, sloppy or not. And even if Chris's reaction wasn't as suave as he'd hoped for, it was enough for Ashley; besides, Mike was definitely not her type so she was glad that it was the awkward Chris that showed up over Suave Mike in his confession.
With that out of the way she gave him a tired smile before lightly pressing her lips against his. Once it was done, she caressed the side of his cheek.]
I guess so. It's okay though. We're alive and that's all that matters.
this is so late sorry Deerington's plot exploded
He's more than happy to return that kiss, trying his best to ignore the thum-dum of his stupid, awkward heart. A lopsided smile crosses his face as the first rebellious thought crosses his mind that god, she is so pretty. ]
Yeah! By some... crazy miracle. I for one vote that we don't let the living thing go to waste. Second chances. And all that.
Don't even worry about it. I've been very slow on the RP front and finally catching up
I will definitely second that without hesitation.
[God. She just wanted to kiss him again. There was just so much sexual tension that she felt. She was shy and unsure about how to deal with stuff like this, but nearly dying without properly confessing made it more difficult. Difficult to shove aside all of her burning desires to be with Chris. But for now, she's content with cuddling close to him. She... might actually just be clinging at this point.
Whoops! She's not always like this, really.]
I just want to worry about normal things for the time being... Like... Who I'm going to ask to prom.
[Maybe a hint? Mostly a joke, but it was better than thinking of what transpired on the mountain.]