Dakota just watched Liz as she talked and it felt like she could literally feel her heart breaking in her chest. She didn’t like what she was hearing but she couldn’t help it. “It’s okay. I get it. You don’t like me.” She just pressed her lips together in a thin line and kept her cool. She followed Liz out into the garden, not really having a choice if she wanted to go or not. She didn’t see why Liz would even want to still spend time with her after all of this, not the other way around. “I don’t care if we still hang out or not. It’s not like my feelings matter or anything.” She shifted her jaw to keep herself from saying anymore. She wasn’t mad, just hurt. She stopped walking and turned to Liz, shrugging. “Do you just.. like Brittany more or something? Like why did yous say that stuff about never kissing anyone?” She shook her head, as if contradicting her own thoughts. “I’m so fucking bad at this.”
“Hey hey, don’t think like that, your feelings do matter.” Liz chewed on her lip as she thought about Dakota’s question. It wasn’t like she preferred the one above the other at all. She just didn’t know what Dakota wanted to hear. Eventually she decided that the blunt honesty was her only option. “I don’t like her more than I like you. But that doesn’t mean I like you more than her. I like you both equally as much.” She shrugged and sighed, hastily brushing her hair out of her face. “And I don’t know why I said that, I really don’t. I guess I just felt in that kind of mood.” She took Dakota’s hands and squeezed them lightly, looking down at them. It was hard. For both of them. Liz knew it definitely couldn’t be easy for the blond, but that didn’t make it easy for her. There she stood, in front of an amazing girl, and she was hurting because of her. “I just want you to know… I was speaking the truth last night. I didn’t blurt it out just to get some attention or something. I legit never had my first kiss.” She looked up, reaching her hand up to play with a strand of blond hair. “Awesome girls should not be hurt over stupid girls.”
(Source: lizjohnson)
Eli was really damn lucky to feel perfectly fine. Well, of course he hadn’t been drinking as much as he normally did, so he’d expected to feel fine, but he was still somewhat surprised. He entered the kitchen, looking for the popcorn and turning the microwave on. What was a Simpson marathon without popcorn, after all? Well, and pizza, of course. Popcorn and pizza, yes. Preferably a popcorn pizza. Just the thought of the food combined made him sigh and smile like mad.
He was still in the kitchen, fucking about with the popcorn, trying not to let the microwave explode and looked up as he heard his name. “Yes, I’m still making my motherfucking popcorn. Have a little patience, I’m almost fucking done, ‘mkay?” He knew Liz was messing around with the volume, because he could hear it, and sighed, “Calm down with the remote, you, I swear, almost done. Give me a minute!” He opened the microwave as soon as the minute of… microwaving… was up, grabbing the bag of popcorn and totally forgetting the heat would probably burn his hands. It did. He shrieked, dropping the bag to the floor. Tears burnt in his eyes as he bit his lip and looked down at his red hands. “Liz… just… gimme another minute. Man down. I can’t- it hurts. I need to…” He cursed under his breath, trying to ignore the pain as he held his hands under the faucet and poured water all over his hands. Little did he know that the ice cold water made it sting even more.
Liz picked up on Elijah’s moods easily. They were twins after all, and even though they couldn’t read each other’s minds - such a bummer - they were pretty good at reading each other’s emotions. She could quite literally hear the pain in his voice. So she finished on her slice of pizza before she slowly got up and walked over to the kitchen. It looked like Elijah had been throwing around with popcorn for fun, but he was standing with her back towards her and water was running out of the faucet. Her mind went to the worst cases and she quickly skipped over to him, jumping over the popcorn to get to him.
Then she saw his red hands and rolled her eyes, looking at him. “Dude, you burnt your hands? Are you really that clumsy?” She climbed onto the counter and rummaged through some cupboards, getting out some bandages and some ointment. “Now give me those hands and let nurse Liz do her job.” She didn’t even wait for him to comply, instead - gently - pulled his hands towards her and started taking care of them. “This doesn’t mean I’m helping you with anything, even with your hands wrapped in bandages you can take care of your own shit.” She ruffled his hair once she was done and turned to the popcorn. “We totally overstepped the three seconds rule. Do we care though?”
(Source: lizjohnson)
But, I… Okay, okay… I’m not one to steal pot, so don’t worry about that. I’ll be over soon.
Liz? Thank you.
You’re welcome.
When Liz wrapped her arms around Dakota, she could have pushed her away. She could have just told her to fuck off like she did with most people who hurt her. But she didn’t want to push her away. She stayed still for a moment before she hugged back, wrapping her arms tightly around the slender girl. “It’s okay,” she whispered eventually. It wasn’t really okay, but it seemed like the proper response and she didn’t want to be rude. She remembered the penny and tried to remember where she had put it. It was probably somewhere still in the pocket of her pants. The thing is, she didn’t remember where she put them.
Dakota shrugged at Liz’s question, not really knowing the answer herself. “I’m feeling fine. Better than ever.” She stretched the lie a bit too much and smiled when Liz pulled up the corners of her lips. She hugged her back once again, enjoying her warmth and comfort. But she knew that she couldn’t let herself fall into the trap again. Her she was, complimenting her and making her feel like there was something, but then she was going to just walk all over her again. She pulled out of the hug slowly, not angrily, to answer her question. “Kind of. Yes. They do. They make me feel a lot better.” She looked down at her feet and shook her head. “But you’re doing it again. You’re telling me I’m pretty… and the penny.. and you’re just leading in me on again. It’s fucking confusing.” She looked back up and Liz with a questioning expression. “Can’t you just tell me or something. It feels like people are just playing games with me and it’s all so confusing.. I just don’t get it.” She swallowed back the tears, not wanting to cry in front of her. “I’m just not good with any of this.”
Liz sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, watching the girl figet in front of her, looking down and shaking her head. “I… Dakota. It’s just who I am. I like to compliment people, definitely when they deserve it.” She cupped her cheek lightly again, her eyes fluttering down as she brushed her thumb along her cheek bone. “I’m not good with any of this either. I’m just… just Liz. Liz who doesn’t do feelings and never has relationships. I don’t know what you want me to say. I told you before that I like you, and I was honest when I told you that. I do like you. It’s just… just not in the way you want me to like you, I think.”
She released Dakota but took her hand and pulled her along, outside. “Come on, we’re going for a walk. Through your garden because you’re not wearing any shoes. Lemme join!” She quickly kicked of her shoes then tugged at Dakota’s hand and made her walk with her through the grass. “Look, can I promise you that I will be open to that kind of liking? If it happens, I won’t stop it. But it’s not like I’m going to lie to your face now and say I’m falling for you when I don’t think I am.” She frowned a little and looked at Dakota from the side. “Do you still want to hang out with me after all of this? I can get out of your hair in a second if you really want me to…”
(Source: lizjohnson)
Do you always have to think about how hot someone is at first? Even if he had a fucking monkey’s tail I would take him in our house.
It was a joke, honey. Of course he’s welcome to stay, even if he looked like Elton John - you know I’m not as shallow as I pretend to be, right?
Yeah yeah.
(Source: cunts3xual)
Really? That’d be great, but… I don’t want to bother you guys. Well, I’m not by myself, my aunt is taking care of my sister, so she’s moved in for a while. I hate her. She blames me of getting my mom sick. Something about being a fuck up and a bad Jew… Which I already knew, but I really don’t need her to remind me of that.Easier said than done, I’m afraid.
Noah. There are a few things you should know. 1) We are awesome. Both you and I know you want to live here. 2) You have to be in a place where you feel good. When you don’t feel good, how is your mom ever going to? 3) You don’t deserve the hate of your aunt on your plate as well. Just stay here for a while. We won’t hate you. Unless you steal our pot, then we might. Yeah… :|
I know you probably already did because you’re a nosy fucker, but read my conversation with Puck.
Nosy fucker ‘til the day I die. Dude’s hot, so he’s welcome to stay. Only if he can handle 24 hours of fun a day, that is.
Do you always have to think about how hot someone is at first? Even if he had a fucking monkey’s tail I would take him in our house.
(Source: cunts3xual)
Of course I am.
Your sarcasm is irrelevant.
I know you probably already did because you’re a nosy fucker, but read my conversation with Puck.
(Source: cunts3xual)
I’d like that…I do trust them, but it’s killing me to not know how what the fuck is wrong with her and how bad it is.
Just come over then. I’m pretty sure Elijah wouldn’t mind. And like… if you’re all by yourself, you can totally stay here for a while so you don’t have to worry all on your own. I can see why, but don’t let the worries eat you alive.
Elizabeth Marie Johnson, fucking proud twin sister to Elijah the Wack Job, is currently eighteen years old and residing in the dull but quite lovely town of Lima, Ohio.
