that is why all the girls in town follow you all around [semi-open]

[affectioning]

When; August 20th, during the "Stupid Cupid" Curse
Rating; PG-13 into R, this is Lydia Martin
Characters; Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Melissa McCall, Randall Flagg, YOU
Summary; Scott McCall and Lydia Martin fall in love. They continue their day. Scott confesses to his best friend and the both of them tell his mother at dinner. A choose your own adventure open post with three closed threads.
Log;

why do birds suddenly appear
ev'ry time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
close to you.

Comments

[mamanurse]

Her jaw drops the more Scott talks, and she completely misses what Lydia says, honestly. Her heart moves up in her throat, and she's done. And...what the hell is this about "true alpha?" She'll have to get that out of him later. When she's not so frustrated and furious and, frankly, cursed.

"You two are obviously under the influence of something. There is definitely something weird going on here, and I don't have to sit here and listen to this. I'm done."

She stands up, both hands flat on the table, her palms pressing down as if she can shove away the burning humiliation and need from this night. Even the desire she felt for Rory was subsumed in this anger she felt with her son. In the end, this would probably be something she'd thank him for profusely. But now, it just stung her pride.

"I'm not cursed. Rory's not cursed. You two? Obviously are. So until we can sort this out either way? Goodnight. Rory, honey...I'm sorry. I'll call you tomorrow morning, we'll have an evening outside of these two. I promise."

[unflagging]

But just when everything is getting exciting! Foul! Not fair! Boo! Booooo! Kill the umpire! Boooooo! Cheat! Swindler! You probably end up with entirely too many pink fifties all of a sudden when you play Monopoly! Booooooooo!

He'd done his best to stay quiet and still, to look concerned but not too shocked, to keep out of the line of fire. Best practices, you know?

But now he slid back very slowly and carefully from the table.

"Yeah, this sounds like something that you should talk about without me here. Um. Still, it was nice to meet you, Scott, Lydia."

And he stood up. But before making a break for it (pity it had to be in the midst of such spectacular fireworks), he stood just a little too close to Melissa. No matter about the rage, she was still beautiful and he still loved her (and she was beautiful when she was angry, as the saying went).

"Call me, all right? I don't care what time."

Big, blue, pleading eyes. Please please please, call me?

And a quick peck on her cheek too (watch that add fuel to the fire, though).

He could probably just slide on into his old crow disguise and hang out nearby, hear the rest of this ordeal, keep an eye on her. Wouldn't be hard. Sure was tempting. Maybe he should.

Well, first things first: getting out. A last lingering glance...and he ducked from the room.