(For all their discrepancies and tribulations, this was not a complete disaster once she managed to get out of her own cycle of mean girling. It wasn't. It was honest, and this was something she could appreciate. Like he had said, they had never spoken like this. In a world where Quentin didn't follow her around like a spineless lost puppy, she could have appreciated him, and most likely would.
In a world where he saw her as a person from the get-go, not as a projection for affection and baseless longing.
She could. She certainly would.
That world is not the one they come from. In her eyes, he never really tried, he was weird, invasive, and creepy. She can't say what she feels is hatred, but she can't place the feeling of indignation that she feels about all of it. Her life was cut short, and it seems like with the little time she has had, he's at every corner, even in the background. Heroine of Open Day. The Cuckoo he resurrected. And even that is not the thing she talks about as of late.
He dated her fucking sister. She's been peeved about it, and he knows because she rubbed it on his face before. If they're not, then is it not bogus to date her identical sister, whose brain she shares? Like all the bullcrap she had to deal with hardly matters. Which is, you know, totally fine and great except SHE WAS THE ONE WHO HAD TO DEAL WITH HIS BULLCRAP.
It's the 'you're not interchangeable' that does it for her. All progress, gone, and there are a billion thoughts in her head that run a million miles per hour.
"How dare you." "You sabotaged yourself." "I would not hate you if you actually gave me a choice not to. You never do." "Dorkus." "Fuck you."
She's never been one to just accept things. Unfortunately, being the brave one comes with a bit of a temper, and if she couldn't hold her tongue for Kamala's sake in front of her family, she definitely would not even consider it an option for Quentin's feelings. Fuck him.
Hope he can feel the searing burn in his brain that she does, and the air she sucks in only fuels it.)
Are you fucking kidding me? No offense? All offense taken. You got to yell at me, so now it's my turn, right? Not interchangeable. Tell me one time you ever thought of Phoebe before she jumped you. Just one. Can't, right? Because you haven't.
(She does not believe for a second that Quentin pursued shit, so. Gotta be that.)
Seems like we're pretty fucking replaceable for you. The first one that says hi is close enough, right? Good for you, Quire. You get the girl, I get stuck dealing with your bullshit.
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In a world where he saw her as a person from the get-go, not as a projection for affection and baseless longing.
She could. She certainly would.
That world is not the one they come from. In her eyes, he never really tried, he was weird, invasive, and creepy. She can't say what she feels is hatred, but she can't place the feeling of indignation that she feels about all of it. Her life was cut short, and it seems like with the little time she has had, he's at every corner, even in the background. Heroine of Open Day. The Cuckoo he resurrected. And even that is not the thing she talks about as of late.
He dated her fucking sister. She's been peeved about it, and he knows because she rubbed it on his face before. If they're not, then is it not bogus to date her identical sister, whose brain she shares? Like all the bullcrap she had to deal with hardly matters. Which is, you know, totally fine and great except SHE WAS THE ONE WHO HAD TO DEAL WITH HIS BULLCRAP.
It's the 'you're not interchangeable' that does it for her. All progress, gone, and there are a billion thoughts in her head that run a million miles per hour.
"How dare you." "You sabotaged yourself." "I would not hate you if you actually gave me a choice not to. You never do." "Dorkus." "Fuck you."
She's never been one to just accept things. Unfortunately, being the brave one comes with a bit of a temper, and if she couldn't hold her tongue for Kamala's sake in front of her family, she definitely would not even consider it an option for Quentin's feelings. Fuck him.
Hope he can feel the searing burn in his brain that she does, and the air she sucks in only fuels it.)
Are you fucking kidding me? No offense? All offense taken. You got to yell at me, so now it's my turn, right? Not interchangeable. Tell me one time you ever thought of Phoebe before she jumped you. Just one. Can't, right? Because you haven't.
(She does not believe for a second that Quentin pursued shit, so. Gotta be that.)
Seems like we're pretty fucking replaceable for you. The first one that says hi is close enough, right? Good for you, Quire. You get the girl, I get stuck dealing with your bullshit.