Rm 217, Late Sunday night

[fantastic_torch]

Johnny came back to his room exhausted. Exhausted from handwavily fighting, and exhausted from trying to search for Savannah. After their argument things just went downhill for him and he wondered about their relationship. He'd probably been an ass but she was damn stubborn.

Peeling off his shirt, he grabbed a beer and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching over to pet Destiny. 

He supposed Savannah would get back when she got back. And he would sit there and try not to worry.


[For the girl.]

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[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

She was not going to cry any more than she already was and she was not going to assume anything. She had to ask.

"...time?"

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"To get through the hurt our arguing has caused," he said. "Blame me, Savannah. Lord knows it's my fault. All of it."

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

She blinked at him and then shook her head slowly.

"I don't think it's all your fault, Johnny. Gods know I can be infuriatingly difficult to be around sometimes." She swallowed. "You asked me what I wanted to do... but what do you want to do?"

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

He'd rather just take the blame so they could move on.

What did he want to do? Johnny wasn't sure and the look he gave her might have been indicative of that.

"...I don't know," he finally answered her, his tone quiet.

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There was no way she would let him take the blame for everything.

Savannah leaned against the wall, feeling a lot of the energy she had been holding onto drain out of her. There were so many thoughts and emotions warring within her. She nodded, hearing what he had said and swallowing past the hurt and the fear.

"I don't know..."

"Are we..." She couldn't ask that question. "Is it possible to fix?"

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"Just... let us get past this night, okay? You're hurt, wounded, and we just need to get past this night, okay?"

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

That wasn't an answer of any kind and she felt like something was squeezing her chest.

"It's nothing," she said a voice that she was struggling to keep from breaking. "Shoulder is banged up a bit is all." Let's not mention that it was burned by a fireball or that the former vice-principal had hit her in the face. "Just bruises mostly." She was achey all over, but that wasn't what was the most important thing in her mind.

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He knew it wasn't, but right now it was the best he could give.

And honestly, he was just tired.

"You need to get in bed, go to sleep. Morning will see things differently, I'm sure."

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

She wasn't so sure how the morning was going to be actually... not with the way she was feeling right now. She stood away from the wall and ducked into the closet to change. When she came back out she was wearing a black tank top with a pair of black sweats that had been cut off to make shorts.

"So tired," she admitted. Her shoulder and her face ached, but she wasn't going to draw attention to that.

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"In bed with you," he said when she emerged, wondering why she was so modest, having to dress in her closet. It bothered him.

Johnny didn't get in bed. Instead he sat down in the chair and decided he wouldn't waste his beer after all.

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

And him not getting in with her was exactly why she had changed in the closet. She wasn't sure what was happening between them right now and it hurt so much.

"You're not coming to bed?"

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Not yet," he replied without looking at her. "Get comfortable; I'll be to bed in a bit."

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

The fact that he wasn't coming to bed hurt only a little less than the fact that he wouldn't look at her -- again. She watched him for a moment and then turned over to stare at the other wall. This way he couldn't see the tears that had finally won out sliding down her face onto her pillow.

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Johnny wouldn't come to bed for a long time after that. He was dealing with is own hurts, his own conflicting emotions over this entire situation. How could he have a girlfriend one day and know she could be lost to him the very next? How was he supposed to deal with that?

When she would awake the next morning, she would find him already gone.

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Savannah didn't sleep very well, and when she finally woke up to find Johnny gone, she curled up in tears for a very long time. She thought about skipping class because it would hurt too much to see him, but she couldn't do that to Mr. Rogers.

As it was, she was late to class.