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[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*hurls notebook and pen across room*

Comments

[adalia-krause.livejournal.com]

What's wrong?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Oh, uh...I have to, uh, write something. And it's not going too well, that's all.

[adalia-krause.livejournal.com]

Are the words not coming, wrong, or are the ideas not there?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*sighs and runs a hand through his hair*

I just...

I don't want to do it.

[adalia-krause.livejournal.com]

Is it required that you write it?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[adalia-krause.livejournal.com]

Why don't you want to write it?

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

Set it on fire. Usually is more rewarding.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*sighs and looks at him glumly*

Man, don't even tempt me.

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

*flicks out a lighter*

Why no'?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*stares at him for a moment, then stands up*

Fuck it. Let's do it.

*grabs the notebook, dumps it in the kitchen sink, douses it in gin and sets it ablaze*

There.

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

*raised brow*

If you insist...

*drops the flame into the sink and stand back as it erupts*

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Whoa!

*stands there watching the flames, then turns to Percy*

I don't know about you, but I feel better.

[writer-mel.livejournal.com]

*chuckles* Can't do that with the laptop. Tried once.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*groans and slumps back against the couch, hands over his face*

I hate this. So much.

[writer-mel.livejournal.com]

What do you hate?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

This fucking class. Having to go, not having a choice. I hate having to talk about shit I don't wanna talk about in front of people I don't wanna be with. And most of all, I hate being reminded that I'll get locked up again if I don't do what they say.

[writer-mel.livejournal.com]

*takes a very deep breath and tempers her response with a gentle tone* Tough shit.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*gives her puppy eyes*

Aw, come on, Mel...

[le-gamin.livejournal.com]

*pokes head out from kitchen at noise*

Are you okay, bebe?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*starts guiltily*

Huh? Oh, uh, I'm fine, baby. Sorry.

[le-gamin.livejournal.com]

*dries off hands with towel and walks into other room*

You threw your notebook.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*hesitates and looks at notebook splayed on the floor a good twenty feet away*

Um.

*sheepish*

Yes.

[le-gamin.livejournal.com]

*stern-ish face*

Why did you throw your notebook Anson?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*sighs, then gets up and retrieves the notebook, dropping it on the coffee table before crossing over to Arthur*

I just...got a little frustrated, baby, that's all.

*slips his arms around him and rests his head on Arthur's shoulder*

Sorry.