I Hate Everything About You; Closed

[Daniel Wilde]

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ONLY WHEN I STOP TO THINK ABOUT YOU, I KNOW

O N L Y . W H E N . Y O U . S T O P . T O . T H I N K . A B O U T . M E . D O . Y O U. K N O W.

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Voices called out to one another across the courtyard, the sound of jackets and zippers accompanying as the pervasive chill set into their bones. Last class of the day- time before supper to do whatever the hell they wanted... and the majority of them were going off somewhere on the grounds, as they usually did. Away from the castle and responsibilities. Actually he thought that Ravenclaw had practice today, soon, whatever- he didn't have to think of quidditch schedules for another day even if he was wearing all his brother's clothes with all of his duties now. He was, to tell the truth of it, having a shit day. He'd picked up two detentions he had to serve for things his twin had done without informing him of before the switch, admittedly one of them had been on his behalf but still... surprise detentions weren't a good way to start off a weeks worth of being his brother. Actually, he wasn't sure that any time was a good time to be Scotty right now, not with what he was keeping from him... not with what pretenses he'd have to keep up while playing his part. Fuck... he'd put it off for as long as he could, had given him any number of excuses- had gone so far as to use Annie as reasoning, used their mutual soft spot for her to sway Scotty to thinking that they needed to remain themselves for just that little bit longer... and it had worked hadn't it? Right up until Mikey stopped being a bigger ass than usual, stopped avoiding Annie for whatever reason he had. Probably the girlfriend he'd managed to keep for all of three weeks. A longer track record than usual at least. Even if it had ended much the same as any of the others. Drama. Bullshit. Drama. Always. He was talking to Annie again though, continuing their best friend thing that they managed to pull off functionally half of the damn time. He was so annoyed today, so just- on edge. He'd seen her in the corridors twice today. Had ducked around them at every chance. He had to see her in classes sure, but there he had Scotty as backup, playing the part of Daniel so well that he could remember who he was supposed to be. And he was so on edge now... well because he could see her crown of blonde hair moving through the crowd- coming his way from the side, sure to pass by him and Scotty was still back wherever he'd been waiting with Annie at for Mikey to show up. Not that it mattered really. She could choose to ignore Scott... she'd done it before. He just knew, with all the recent events, that he needed to keep his face on, needed to make sure that he played his part right. “Those heels are starting to look too small for you there Odie.” There. She was halfway across his line of sight anyways.

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TAGGED: Odette
WORD COUNT: the shortness
ANY NOTES: welp
LYRICS: COLD HEARTED WOMAN- Rainbow
CREDITS: ALYX SAYS RAWR of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES

[Odette Cosway]

L E T T H E R A I N W A S H A W A Y
A L L T H E P A I N O F Y E S T E R D A Y
T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E

”Something that you aren't telling us Odette?” She could feel Gemma probing, she wanted to know why she had been acting so strange. Gemma liked to think herself Odette's best friend. Even if she knew nothing. She was still pretty enough to look at, and she did tend to have a good sense of humor...even if she was a gossip. A horrible horrible gossip. Which, was why she could never actually be Odette's best friend. Odette had been avoiding them. It was becoming too obvious. Given that in classes...they had been her go -to whipping boys. The lack of doing so...was drawing attention to herself, attention to them. She couldn't have that can of worms opening back up. Couldn't. She didn't want to talk to them. Talking to them had been apparently proven too difficult for her. It was easier to avoid them. Even with the strange looks that it tended to bring about. She had managed to spill bubble tonic all down the from of Scott in potions the other day...sent him to the infirmary, but even that had been on accident. It should have been on purpose. She had made it seem so after the fact...but people had noticed how quiet she had been. She wasn't the sort of girl to skate by under the radar. She was going to have to suck it up. Just deal with it. Sever the ties. No matter how confused she was about the whole thing, no matter that things were getting twisted...that she was conflicted. Still. ”Odette, you know you can tell me absolutely anything?” The hands grasped her own, pulling them closer together, and she obliged, inclining her head toward Gemma's with a smile “Of course I can! Really, there's nothing the matter, not really...I don't want to bother you with it.” she had to say something after all. The girl wouldn't let up otherwise. ”I knew it! Spill!! Did something happen? Are you alright? I mean....-gasp- is it Clarke? Please tell me it's not Clarke!” Uhg. Disgusting. “No no, nothing like that...” Well...then again...he might be the perfect excuse. Just what she needed. “I mean...I think he's going to ask me to the formal...” double gross. “I just...I'm so nervous,” of course he was going to ask her to the formal. Of course he was. She couldn't care less about the stupid dance, but sure enough. Gemma was on a tirade about dresses and how if he didn't, he would be a fool, and he couldn't do any better, except her of course, just joking. ”No WONDER you've been so pale” Odette's gaze cut to the girl, pale? Who the hell had said that she was pale? She was just fine. Her skin was the same shade as always...she must have just been insulting her, or referencing the fact that she hadn't eaten much lately. She needed to do that...or else she was just going to get sick again.

The two crossed the courtyard, intent on heading to their next class, or skipping for the kitchens, it was undecided...until a voice rang out over the others around her, stopping her in her tracks. “Those heels are starting to look too small for you there Odie.” Danny? She whipped around, just a little too suddenly, but that could have been brushed off as just what he had called her. ”Just the thing to make you feel better Odette!” Normally, she would have been correct. Berating him would have been fun...had it not been for the tower. One look at the clothing and lack of glasses on his face told her he was Scott...but the rotation of moles on his face and thinness of his upper lip told her it was Danny. Fine. All the better. If it had been Scott referencing her shoes...this early, on and so publicly...she didn't know what she would have done. She repeated the shortening in her name again in her mind. Odie. Don't focus on the too small comment. He wasn't really Scott. He was Danny. He had no idea what he was talking about. Still, she would play ball. She needed to, to make everything normal again. Perhaps if she did, she would start to feel normal too. That was all she really wanted, to feel normal again. Her arms folded across her chest, familiar glare settling in. “All the better to shove up your ass Scott,” she heard Gemma giggle behind her, leaning forward to squeeze her arm. ”You've got this girl, I'll see you in the kitchens” she didn't have to look to know that she had just given Scott a disgusted glare before turning back to head inside. “What's the matter? Can't muster up enough brain cells for a real insult?”

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[Daniel Wilde]

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ONLY WHEN I STOP TO THINK ABOUT YOU, I KNOW

O N L Y . W H E N . Y O U . S T O P . T O . T H I N K . A B O U T . M E . D O . Y O U. K N O W.

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He didn't want to be looking at her, completely ignoring the other girl that she was with. But he wasn't himself – wasn't allowed to be. His eyes ran from the crowning of her blonde hair down, taking in the uniform and the heels that really were way too high, nothing approaching short at all. But he was Scott, and so long as he repeated that in his own mind he could get through this until Scott showed up as backup. Get through it because he saw the way that she whipped at his voice- Scott's voice- saw the way that her facial features registered. Surprise? Scott hadn't been insulting her lately, hadn't strung even two words together to throw her way. Dancing around one another. Well it was time to get the balance back, even if it was the wrong twin doing it- that made it all the better, all the easier. For him to do so. That was their balance, how the two worked- where one couldn't do something the other one stepped in. In classes, in sports, in life- it was how they operated, it just was. And fuck if his train of thought wasn't all erratic and loopy the longer he looked at the lines moving over her face and rearranging her features. Scott called it her mask- but Danny felt like it was just the slipping of what she wore for him. For Scott. He said she'd cried, that there had been real tears, but he wasn't buying it. Girls could cry on the drop of the hat, the girls from her house anyways. Knew the right lines and the right way to deliver them in order to manipulate you into the position they wanted you in. Well, just because he looked like Scott right now, just because he'd be acting as him didn't mean that he'd have to be as blind as his twin was- as trusting. “All the better to shove up your ass Scott,” He snorted, nostrils flaring with the movement. No, they weren't. They were all the better to stomp over Scotty's feelings with, but again he couldn't comment- wouldn't have even been allowed had he been himself. That gave her leverage and fucks sake knew she already had enough of that over his more trusting twin. “What's the matter? Can't muster up enough brain cells for a real insult?” His lips curled in response- somewhere inside of himself completely aware that he was speaking with more venom, with more evident anger on his features than Scott ever had- ever would. He used to like these- his time as Scott when he got to .. joke around with the blonde that he normally avoided, when he got to trade comeback for comeback as if they were fighting for some prize. When he got to not mean the words that came out of his mouth as actual insult to her person. That had been before though- before she'd become... even more clear to him. Before she'd taken that final step on the descent he hadn't seen her taking. Every rumor that his brother defended against, every line that had been fed to him that he'd allowed her the benefit of the doubt on... after, well after... it came back now, had been replaying inside of his head since the last incident. She wasn't worth the way his breath caught when he saw her- or the tear tracks on his other half's face the night he'd come back inside, same frozen expression on his face as the first time.

She just wasn't fucking worth it. “No Odie. I can't muster up the amount of fucks it takes to reply to you honestly.” He might have dropped it there, picked up his books and gone off in search of Scott. He knew the general direction he'd be coming from anyways, could feel that pull there that always seemed to exist between the two of them- could even feel it growing closer. “Actually Odette,” lips pulling into a very thin line. “It's like the more I look at you the less I care.” Lie. It slipped between his teeth right along with her rightful name, the one Scott saved only for when he was actually talking to her- fell between his teeth like he couldn't hold it back. “It's like the more I look at you the more I see, and no one likes ugly Odette.” Almost a sneer. He'd learned how to tell veneer from flesh- had made that same mistake twice already, on the same girl sure- but he knew now. Plastic was plastic no matter how you made it up, and when the plastic fell off all you were left with was something you hadn't even wanted in the first place. He hated the way his stomach twisted with the thought, the way his brain tried- like Scotty- to defend her from himself. She wasn't worth it. As if to prove it to both himself and her his eyes swept down her again, contempt clear on his features. There. She was halfway across his line of sight anyways. 

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TAGGED: Odette
WORD COUNT: the shortness
ANY NOTES: welp
LYRICS: COLD HEARTED WOMAN- Rainbow
CREDITS: ALYX SAYS RAWR of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES

[Odette Cosway]

L E T T H E R A I N W A S H A W A Y
A L L T H E P A I N O F Y E S T E R D A Y
T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E

As much as she didn't want to be here, it seemed that she wasn't the only one who understood the shift in balance, the way that it needed to be corrected. They both were in social circles that expected things from them. It was good that this was Danny, really it was. It was easier. She didn't think that she would have had it within her to throw insults, even playfully, at Scott just yet. At least Danny...well...he had left her insulted and hurt the last time he had seen her. They both had. In their own ways. She had never been able to understand just what it was that made Danny dislike her so very much. Of course, she never had been shy about the fact that she couldn't stand that tramp he had let walk all over his heart. Had even spent one shameful night in Mikey's bed sobbing about the things he had said to her, surrounded by chocolates and marshmallows. Still, even he hadn't been able to sort that one out for her. She hadn't misunderstood. Mikey couldn't translate for her. She had been on her own, and she hadn't knuckled under to go back to him since. Couldn't make herself. She had just been so desperate to hold onto them...that she would have tried anything. Now they had come to this. Arguing publicly in the courtyard like this. Correcting the balance. He had been the one to stop her after all, that had to be his intent. There was no other way to take it. He certainly didn't want to talk to her. He could have done that in any of the classes that they had shared, where they had been standing right next to each other in silence. He could have spoken up then. No. this was nothing. This was routine. Like routine, she would mutter words that she didn't, and couldn't mean...just devoid of the usual smile. “No Odie. I can't muster up the amount of fucks it takes to reply to you honestly.” What? Then why had he stopped her? Changed his mind so suddenly? Normally, she would have shrugged and turned on her heel, wriggling her hips in a fashion to draw attention to herself and walked off. She wouldn't have wasted her time...but she was so damned confused. Why stop her? Why Danny? Why any of it? “Actually Odette,” She couldn't help the shiver that ran through her at his voice, the way his lips pulled...it was too angry. Why was he so angry? She didn't like the way that he said her name, like it was supposed to mean something. The boys knew each other well enough to know all of their mannerisms...she had spent enough time staring at them to know them pretty well too. He was supposed to be Scott after all...which meant that if he were Scott...he would be about to say something flirty, something that might have even passed for kind. He wouldn't have said her name otherwise...and yet...that face. That face scared her. He looked like he wanted to hurt her. “It's like the more I look at you the less I care.” Instantly she scoffed it away, like it was nothing....in voice only. Her face for a moment was stunned. She didn't want to think that was truth. Sure, Danny had always fought with her...but this felt like that comment was supposed to be coming from him, but he was Scott...so as Scott...he was what...telling her to go away? That he was done with her? Was that what Scott had wanted? Was he doing this as a favor because Scott couldn't do it himself? Was he doing it because he'd forgotten who he was? She couldn't even think to come up with a retort. “It's like the more I look at you the more I see, and no one likes ugly Odette.” her eyes shifted to the crowd very pointedly not looking at her as they walked around the two of them stationary in the courtyard. She couldn't even hold up her pretense. They had never called her ugly before. Never. Not even in joke...he had even only said that she “wasn't pretty” before...but he had never called her ugly. She didn't know how to handle it. She felt so....she felt so small. “Oh,” she scoffed again “Oh, please.” She was going to talk herself into a corner. She needed to come up with something better, and fast. She swallowed, attempting to compose herself with the action before glancing back around her. Still, they wouldn't look. They weren't watching the sparring match, even they knew that this was real. They knew she wasn't winning this time. Her humiliation still only paled in comparison to how crushed she felt that either of them would call her ugly. Wouldn't want her around. In some capacity at least. He had stopped her after all. She took a single step closer, just close enough that she didn't need to shout her 'insult' across the space. Her voice was normal, leveled even if there was a double, triple meaning to it. “Don't pretend like you don't want me,”

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[Daniel Wilde]

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ONLY WHEN I STOP TO THINK ABOUT YOU, I KNOW

O N L Y . W H E N . Y O U . S T O P . T O . T H I N K . A B O U T . M E . D O . Y O U. K N O W.

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He could see it, that hurt there- feigned. She played such a good part, put on such a good show. One that she would probably have spared him had she known which twin he really was, but that was fine. He wanted to hurt her, wanted it to sting as much as seeing the moisture on Scotty's face had done to him. Wanted to – oh he knew, he did, that all of his anger wasn't necessarily directed at this blonde- but to one so similar. One that was gone though. One he could no longer lash out at, one he never had. He'd seen their similarities from the start, had thought that maybe that was better, that it was a good thing. Only they both had talked against one another, had both been so hateful of the other. Which could have been put down to being so similar maybe, he'd seen that happen before. Only each of them said..things, said things about the other that couldn't be ignored. Only one had offered proof though, only had had been able to back up their accusations. Even now with everything he knew about her- about Bridgette, he could think her name. It only cemented what he knew about this one- what he knew about her carbon copy. Scott waxed on and on about how she was more than what she'd been painted as. Mikey tried to back him up even. But they were both- had both been fooled by her, used by her. Like a cycle that couldn't stop playing itself over and over again. They were more trusting anyways, the two of them- maybe not Mikey, but he didn't care so long as it was a pretty face and it was offered to him freely. All could be forgiven then. And it had been hadn't it? Offered freely. He hoped he was actually managing to wound her even a marginal amount of what her expression painted for him, hoped that it wasn't all just part of her masquerade. He needed her to hurt even part of what they did- to understand this wedge that she'd placed between him and another part of himself- between the two that were supposed to be one. He didn't want her regathering herself, didn't want to give her the time, but she was already speaking- already setting her features. Ugly he'd called it. And it was- ugly because he knew the emotion behind it, the ability to hurt, the desire to. “Oh, Oh, please.” No. she didn't get to ask please anything, even mockingly, his nostrils flared. Didn't get to act like she was better than him. She wasn't. She was the opposite, she was less than him- less certainly than the two of them combined. Nevermind that his eyes were finally meeting her own- registering the hurt there, questioning whether or not it was real- feeling that tug in his chest that she always seemed to bring about. Nevermind that he was remembering a little girl in too-tall heels on a train that had laughed when Scotty had called her Princess, and had nearly choked when she tried to chug back the whiskey that they'd snuck on board. Nevermind that he was remembering that same girl going back that first year, on their way home – remembering how he'd poked her side and told her she wouldn't be able to tell them apart if she tried. Nevermind any of that because she was speaking again- and she was cementing for him what this was really about, who she really was. Not that girl that she'd presented herself as, not the girl she still fooled Scott with from time to time... “Don't pretend like you don't want me,” No. She was none of those things. She was a slytherin queen and he'd learned his lesson. His own head rolled back, cruel laughter jettisoning from his lips. He knew Scott never made such a noise- knew that he had people watching confused but he couldn't stop it, couldn't stop the way his lips curled into a sneer to match hers on her best day. “Please, I've already had you.” Spat. At her feet like it was vermin in his eyes, like he wanted her to be once and for all- like he needed her to be to move past this block she provided within him.

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TAGGED: Odette
WORD COUNT: the shortness
ANY NOTES: welp
LYRICS: COLD HEARTED WOMAN- Rainbow
CREDITS: ALYX SAYS RAWR of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES

[Odette Cosway]

L E T T H E R A I N W A S H A W A Y
A L L T H E P A I N O F Y E S T E R D A Y
T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E

She recoiled at the laughter, physically recoiled. Why was it funny? She needed to know if he did, if she still meant anything to him and he was laughing. An answer in and of itself she supposed. Would suppose. Still it had her reduced....felt like she was nothing in the wake of that laughter. That sound never would have come from Scott. Never. She couldn't understand, couldn't he see that she wasn't playing anymore? Couldn't he see that they were well past the point where Scott should have backed down, should have pushed her and walked away? Past that after the very first comment. She didn't know this game. Didn't like it. Didn't know the rules...didn't know if she would walk away from it okay. Then the words left his mouth...and she wasn't certain if she would ever be okay again. “Please, I've already had you.” her eyes widened in horror – pure horror at his words, even if they wouldn't have been heard by many. She could hardly refute them later either, with the look on her face. What was one more to the list people already believed her to have, Right? Her reputation would be fine in that department. They already thought she was a slut. She knew the truth. She knew the real number. There was no more air entering her body, none. Her whole body was on fire as she stared at him, eye racing over his features. Nose, broken but not in the same place. Danny hadn't been the one crushed by a bludger fourth year, everybody had seen it...Danny's nose had been broken by Scott's fist...not the same. Moles. Lip. Hairline. Danny. This was Danny. He knew. Oh Merlin he knew When had Scott told him? Yesterday? When it had happened? How long had they both been lying to her? How long had she been the fool who thought it had been something special? Something Secret? How long had he known? She dropped her books to the ground, moving forward, her hands moving to his shoulders as best as they could reach, “Danny?” she whispered, barely even that, but she was close enough. Her eyes widened again, her full lips parting, her hands moved to his face before she stumbled back, her heel catching painfully on the cobbled path before she couldn't take it anymore. Couldn't be near him. She could feel the first tear fall from her face as she turned, hoping he didn't see it and walked as fast as she could manage back to the Castle.

It wasn't until fists grabbed her shoulders on the way back in, wrenching her to face him. ”Hey! Odette, what's wrong?” his flustered voice gave him away, the way he whispered at her, confused...almost concerned. Only, he wasn't. He couldn't be. Not if he had told Danny...this whole time they had...they had. She wrenched herself from him, her hand rearing back and slapping him across the face before she could stop herself. “Don't touch me.” How dare he. How could he? The hand print was already forming on his face whenever she composed herself, as much as one could while crying, and pedaled herself away as fast as her heels would allow her.

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[Daniel Wilde]

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ONLY WHEN I STOP TO THINK ABOUT YOU, I KNOW

O N L Y . W H E N . Y O U . S T O P . T O . T H I N K . A B O U T . M E . D O . Y O U. K N O W.

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He didn't care. Didn't care that her eyes were widening like that. Didn't care that Scott would have never made any sort of comment similar while in public, didn't care that she obviously knew as much- was so shocked that he would. Good. He wanted it severed. Between the three of them. Wanted whatever this bond was that tied them to this poison wrapped blonde obliterated. Wanted his memories and feelings that came attached to it as well. He wanted to be walking with Scotty and the both of them both not stop conversation at the first sighting of blonde hair, wanted for Scotty not to freeze with that stupid smile on his face everytime she slipped up and called him Scotty without ire in her tone. He wanted to be able to stop sketching her likeness into paper- or seeing that picture hung between their beds and thinking of her as that Odette. He wanted to pretend that he'd never pictured her lips on his, or been reminded of the fact that they'd already been on Scotty's. On Mikey's. He wanted to not go through the same pattern with women that the three of them seemed fated to. Annie even. They all fucked one another over. Born too close together, too close emotionally and physically to properly separate it all. Scotty, he, and Mikey- three. All three of them. He didn't want to share with two brothers.. not two. Didn't want to question who it was that they really wanted, what other schemes were behind her approaching any of them- why it was that she needed three even over two. Two halves of a whole, completed. He didn't want to have to feel the phantom pain of his other self seeping into him, or have the reverse true for Scotty- didn't want to have to make a choice on which one of them was allowed and which wasn't. He didn't want to have to – why was she stepping closer like that. He forgot to be as callous when she touched him, forgot to steel himself properly. He didn't like the way she was searching his face, for something- for Scotty, didn't like the dawning realization in her eyes, only that wasn't realization was it? That was... something else. She'd already known. Something twisted hard within his gut, some telling-- no one, no one besides sissa just knew like that- that realization was something else, that- those hands on his flesh, even through layers, touching his face... "Danny?” Something akin to a choked laugh came up again, his head shaking even as she moved back. “No. Both. Two halves remember.” They'd told her- on the train, just like they'd told others who hadn't quite grasped it. They weren't two people- not really. Maybe for some twins that was what it was like. Not them. They were two halves of the same- where one lacked the other built, where one soared the other coasted. One person. Two bodies. And she was trying to drive a wedge between that, trying to rip them apart just as Bridgette had. His lips closed over whatever else he might have said as she turned to flee, eyes closing briefly against the pain thundering against his ribs. One person. Two halves. One whole.

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TAGGED: Odette
WORD COUNT: the shortness
ANY NOTES: welp
LYRICS: COLD HEARTED WOMAN- Rainbow
CREDITS: ALYX SAYS RAWR of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES

[Scott Wilde]

I DON'T WANT TO RUN AWAY BUT I CAN'T TAKE IT

( • I D O N ' T U N D E R S T A N D • )

His pulse was still racing- he could feel its echo against his skin- even with how far away it was, feel the mounting tension. It quickened his steps. Made him move faster. So agitated, Daniel had been so agitated lately, so angry and mixed up. He couldn't help feeling like it was his fault, like he'd broken something between the two of them. It was just only right when it was only the two of them- lying and looking up at the four poster canopy at night. Talking. They were fine then. They were calm them. Side to side Danny wasn't jittery or anxious- save for a few laden glances that Scott just couldn't read. He'd thought- thought about keeping some things from him recently- only that wouldn't do anything for the two of them, wouldn't do anything but shift and break what they already had so perfect. Would strain. But hadn't his honesty strained it some as well? Hadn't his sharing pulled them down? He didn't know, it was the not knowing that killed him, that ate away at him. Because he knew- he knew as he hurried down the corridors that this was something to deal with her, with Odette. Just like he could feel the complex swirl of emotions shift more negative- feel them swell within his own chest as if he were the one actually having them. His breath spurted slightly, pace picking up to a jog, the books he'd been carrying forgotten on the floor behind him as he raced to the scene he couldn't quite fathom. To what he knew was waiting for him. The glasses pushed down his nose, were taken and shoved down into the pocket of his shirt as he rounded one of the final corners. He was almost there- he could sort all of this- blonde. Feet stuttered in their tracks, veering to a halt as he moved to intercept her. Not because she was more important, but because those tears. They were tears. And everything about him demanded that he stop to handle them. ”Hey! Odette, what's wrong?” He couldn't stop the break from character as his hands reached out to grab her shoulders, fingers curling over the curves with more reverence than he'd shown any of his comic books over the years, holding her and pulling her closer to him for some semblance of privacy. Only she was jerking away from him, looking up at him with hurt eyes and ready palm. She'd slapped him. Not that it registered. Him “Don't touch me.” Not Danny. Him. She knew. He knew that she did. Just like he knew that the cause for the tears on her face was the same one as the phantom ache pounding its way in his ribs. Without thinking he reached after her again, ignoring the faces watching their interaction as he spun her, almost buckling his knees to try and see in her face. “What? Odette I don't understand. What happened? What did we do?”

IF I AM NOT MADE FOR YOU

( • T H E N W H Y D O E S M Y H E A R T T E L L M E I A M ? • )

W O R D S • short short 

T A G G E D • Medusa 

O U T F I T • later

L Y R I C S • If you're not the one- Daniel Bedingfield 

T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

N O T E S •short,short,short- I suck I'm sorry

[Odette Cosway]

L E T T H E R A I N W A S H A W A Y
A L L T H E P A I N O F Y E S T E R D A Y
T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E

It didn't even register that he might want an explanation. Shouldn't he have just known somehow? He should have. She didn't want to keep up with their games today. Didn't want to follow who was who. She just wanted to go back to her room and cry. She didn't want to think about Scott. Even more so now that she had slapped him. She didn't want to feel bad about the fact that she had been betrayed. Didn't want to think that she had actually hurt him this time. His hand was on her arm, spinning her again. Something inside of her snapped. Her eyes squeezing shut with the volume of which her voice left her lips. “DON'T TOUCH ME!” too loud...people had turned to look now but she couldn't see them, couldn't see anything but that stupid beanie on his stupid head. He had betrayed her after all...he had just said he hadn't. She had been stupid to think it had been the truth...that he had wanted something else. That there ever would have been a friendly something in their future. Far future...but now it was all broken. “What? Odette I don't understand. What happened? What did we do?” Her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip, her head falling to the side. She couldn't stop crying. Couldn't stop the nervous movements to her body. They were ruining everything. “You told him Scott?” her voice broken, too many emotions for her to even attempt to handle. She couldn't handle Daniel knowing, didn't want him to know. Couldn't handle Scott telling... “how could you”

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[Scott Wilde]

I DON'T WANT TO RUN AWAY BUT I CAN'T TAKE IT

( • I D O N ' T U N D E R S T A N D • )

He reeled back as if he'd been slapped, his entire body going rigid with the look on her face, with the implications behind it. He could feel his other half approaching, could feel the heartbeat in his chest growing stronger. Stronger when it should have weakened. “You told him Scott?” Weakened because of course he had told Danny, of course he had. He thought, somehow, that she would have known. If it was important. If it meant something. Daniel knew. Daniel knew everything. Everything that made him who he was- didn't she knew that she was a part of that?That she'd infiltrated his very system? That he lo- liked her so much that it was impossible for her not to have. His face lifted, eyes squaring with hers. “That was the best night of my life.” Even with all the drama, that things that had come from it- she would always be the best night of his life. “how could you” His heartbeat shifted, stuttered as his hands dropped from her entirely, taking a step back as he looked over her face- felt something flood him. Felt the knowledge shift into place and break down against his ribcage- this time the pain his own. “Of course.” Like he should have known it before, seen it. He was replaceable. Replacement parts. Hadn't Daniella's muggle friend made the joke- if one needed an organ the other could always provide... why not too companionship with physicality so similar. “Of course its Daniel.” As if the very thought should have already been in place, as if the knowledge of it now- after all of this time was going to shatter him to pieces. Of course it was Daniel.

IF I AM NOT MADE FOR YOU

( • T H E N W H Y D O E S M Y H E A R T T E L L M E I A M ? • )

W O R D S • short short 

T A G G E D • Medusa 

O U T F I T • later

L Y R I C S • If you're not the one- Daniel Bedingfield 

T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

N O T E S •short,short,short- I suck I'm sorry

[Odette Cosway]

L E T T H E R A I N W A S H A W A Y
A L L T H E P A I N O F Y E S T E R D A Y
T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E

She could feel herself crumbling into hysterics. “That was the best night of my life.” Her tears were no longer silently running down her face. Didn't he know it had been the best night of hers too? That he was the only one she...she couldn't understand why that wasn't theirs? Daniel had nothing to do with that night. It hadn't involved him. He shouldn't have known. Even with how horrible the morning had been, even with how horrible the rest that had followed...that had been theirs. She had thought...but now it was Daniels too? “Of course.” She couldn't understand why he was stepping away from her. She was the affronted one here. Why did his face look like that? “Of course its Daniel.” Her eyes widened. She hadn't even realized that was why she hadn't wanted Daniel to know. She knew she had feelings for him, she couldn't deny that. She couldn't even figure the depth they went to because he had always pushed her away at every turn. Always. But Scott – was something different. They were two very different beings in her mind, despite what they were always saying about the two of them being the same person. “What?” she sniffled, she knew her nose was red, knew there was nothing attractive about any of this. He was misunderstanding everything. Her head shook in denial of his words “No, It's not...” she didn't even know where to begin explaining anything to him. It wasn't one or the other. She never could have chosen. She never would have even considered choosing between the two of them. She took half a step toward Scott, some need to explain, to have him explain nearly bursting from her chest. Would have gotten closer...but there was Daniel. Danny. Her eyes pushed to him, hurt written on every inch of her, from her wracked chest, inability to breath properly or the tears running down her face. Her eyes moved from one to the other, unable to settle on the face of one for too long. Her body felt frozen and on fire at the same time. She didn't know how to handle this. “Can't you see?” She looked Scott in the eyes, it wasn't one or the other. It was why she had allowed them to push her away, why she couldn't stop being mean, she couldn't ever have one or the other. “You've ruined everything.” she said to the space between them, addressing them both.

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[Scott Wilde]

I DON'T WANT TO RUN AWAY BUT I CAN'T TAKE IT

( • I D O N ' T U N D E R S T A N D • )

Fingers curled around one another, just barely as the shoulders came to press against one another. Hurt. It rebounded- it shouldn't have. Everytime past the pressure lessened with the other, with the shared burden Only now, here it fed into one another, built and built where it should have buried. Here it was one, not two- who felt it both. Who shared in it. It was new, this pulling of both of their lips as if to hold back the pain, as if to stop an outpouring of words. Fingertips moved, ones head shaking as the other finished it. They'd done- nothing, done nothing that they shouldn't have. Scott had broken the rules, it was Scott who'd done this last injury. But they'd only- it had only. One would back down for the other- with the choice, it was so severely ingrained within them. But it wasn't theirs, they hadn't ever had one, not when it came to this particular blonde. “What?” Unison- varying shades of confusion, of apprehension. That wasn't the response that had been expected, wasn't the blurring of lines that they could grasp. They needed clarification, needed- “What is it,” Daniel's voice was just barely raspy, contained in a way that Scott couldn't possibly manage right now.. “That we've done Odette?” Highlighted in the way that Scott's tripped over her name- in the raw outpouring of emotion that came with his words- even if it was mirrored equally on both faces now, even if both their bodies were vibrating with repressed emotion and vocalization.

IF I AM NOT MADE FOR YOU

( • T H E N W H Y D O E S M Y H E A R T T E L L M E I A M ? • )

W O R D S • short short 

T A G G E D • Medusa 

O U T F I T • later

L Y R I C S • If you're not the one- Daniel Bedingfield 

T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

N O T E S •short,short,short- I suck I'm sorry

[Odette Cosway]

L E T T H E R A I N W A S H A W A Y
A L L T H E P A I N O F Y E S T E R D A Y
T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E

She couldn't bring herself to look at Daniel, not for more than a second. Not whenever she knew now how stupid she had been. Now that she knew what he really thought of her. Knew that he thought she was nothing, just ugly. Nothing to bother with. Still, that didn't make this easier, didn't make seeing them standing here in front of her any simpler. She couldn't pull them apart. She never would have wanted to. Never. She couldn't even think of herself with one and not the other, the only separation to that being that she had been with Scott in a way that had been theirs. If she had ever been with Daniel...if that had ever been a possibility for her, then that would have been between her and Daniel. They were both so important to her in a way that she couldn't possibly hope to explain. She felt like Scott needed her to clarify...to understand. She couldn't. Not without hurting the other. She couldn't choose. She would rather go back, back to yelling at them, to teasing and letting them thing they could confuse her by switching clothes. She would have neither. Have had neither. The words just wouldn't come to her. She wanted to tell them that it wasn't Daniel, and it wasn't Scott. It was neither, or both. She couldn't even fathom both. She couldn't handle the hurt of neither. This hurt. Everything hurt. “What is it,” Her eyes locked on Scott's face for a moment, her hand print still imprinted there. “That we've done Odette?” How could they not see it? How could they not understand? Her lips rubbed together, her hands moved to push the tears from her face. “It's not Daniel.” She muttered softly to Scott, she meant it. It wasn't. Not just him. “It's not one or the other,” she said, referencing the man she couldn't look at. Shaking her head once she was willing herself to stop crying, and failing. “What does it matter now,” her lip shaking, her shoulders were going to start soon. She knew it. She should have walked away again already. “I'm just ugly right? Stupid of me to think...to-to think,” her words weren't even coming out now, one last look, even that was distorted by salt water and she turned away again.

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[Scott Wilde]

I DON'T WANT TO RUN AWAY BUT I CAN'T TAKE IT

( • I D O N ' T U N D E R S T A N D • )

Words wanted to trip off of one’s tongue, fly into the space and ask for more but the rest of her words froze them, had one set of auburn eyes flitting to a profile so similar to his own, had words choking up behind his throat as the fingers shifted, pulled away. Not that the other didn't notice. There was just... “I don't think your ugly Odette.” To the turning of her back, name proper and in place. He thought she was beautiful. She was just a lie, and poison would bring them down.. Almost as if he knew- and he didn't, didn't he? His face turned to meet the tumultuous eyes of his other half, not bothering to back away as the arm coiled- as the knuckles crashed into the side of his jaw. Hard enough to splinter..

IF I AM NOT MADE FOR YOU

( • T H E N W H Y D O E S M Y H E A R T T E L L M E I A M ? • )

W O R D S • short short 

T A G G E D • Medusa 

O U T F I T • later

L Y R I C S • If you're not the one- Daniel Bedingfield 

T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

N O T E S •short,short,short- I suck I'm sorry