http://pillowichooseu.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] pillowichooseu.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] route_1065 2010-08-05 06:04 pm (UTC)

James was just about to pop a squat where he had deemed a great place when he had heard Heather say his name. He knew she was going to talk to him about this, he just didn't think so soon. While he felt bad and thought he deserved any yelling she had to give him, he didn't exactly want to endure that yet.

But then again, she probably didn't want to endure traveling with her father either.

Giving her an unsure and somewhat frightened look, he nodded and made his way over to where she had designated this talk should take place. He looked like a kid who was about to get a lecture from his parent after being caught playing with a ball inside and breaking a lamp. Dejected, and kinda of scared.

He didn't think Heather was going to, you know, physically assault him or something, but that wasn't what he was worried about. He was worried about what she'd say. He already felt like an ant for realizing what he had done, but surely she'd be more than able to squish him.

He remained silent, he wasn't going to ask what she wanted to talk about, he wasn't going to play dumb. He'd let her say her what she had to say and not argue with it at all.

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