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Bellefonte College Student
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251 Words
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If You Want Love
Ask me how I'm doin', I'll say "okay, "
Her smile grew and she laughed. She'd never talked to anyone about siblings. Most of the time she liked to pretend that Sam wasn't related to her, but that was all just part of the game they had going. Neither of the Harpers were very forthcoming with their feelings towards anybody. Alex liked to pretend that she was rough and mean and that she hated her brother because he'd always been the favorite. But that was far from the truth. "Sam has me by a few minutes and he's always holding it over my head. But I'm definitely the more mature one. Must be a younger sibling thing," She smiled.
Alex looked down at the table and pursed her lips. She wasn't sure if Sam was really happy with their arrangement. She'd always just forced herself on him as his protector and he took it because he knew that she could do damage to him if the need arose. All she had to do was tell a little white lie and he'd double over in pain. It wasn't the best way to handle things, of that she was sure, but it was a way to keep him from leaving her.
"We have a complicated arrangement, I'm not quite sure he's all that appreciative of me," She shrugged and kept her eyes cast down.
But ain't that what we all say?
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What seemed to be a fond recollection of their siblings quickly turned to something more serious, and Brodie was quick to pick up the girl's change in mannerisms. He straightened his back, head cocking a little to the side as he watched this unfold in front of him. She had only just explained how close they were, yet she seemed so sure that he didn't appreciate that closeness. It was something the German struggled to relate to, but he could certainly try to understand.
"Why do you believe that?" He asked with a straightforward approach.
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Bellefonte College Student
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132 Words
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If You Want Love
Ask me how I'm doin', I'll say "okay, "
His directness made her eyebrows pull together and she wasn't quite sure how she should answer. Lying didn't benefit her in any way and he was being nice enough, she didn't feel the need to be harsh. She just didn't like painting herself in a bad light to people she didn't even know that well.
"I'm a force to be reckoned with, he doesn't get much choice in our arrangement," She offered with what she thought was a smile, but was probably more of a grimace. Sam never complained about her being in his life unless she was actively trying to be a pain.
But ain't that what we all say?
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The word arrangement stuck out in his mind; she'd already used it before, but it's continued use made him wonder just what she meant by that. Already, the girl had stated that it wasn't bad to have been sheltered growing up, but as the conversation took a little more serious turn he questioned whether it really worked out for her and her brother. Still, he smiled - a little more genuinely than the one she attempted.
"You seem highly aware that this might not be ideal for either of you," he pointed out. "Have you considered changing this arrangement you have at all?"
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Bellefonte College Student
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193 Words
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If You Want Love
Ask me how I'm doin', I'll say "okay, "
It was a legitimate question. Alex couldn't say that she knew if it would work or not. There was a delicate balance to her and Sam, they had the most ridiculous relationship that she'd ever seen between siblings. And yet, she couldn't say she knew more than what she'd seen on television. She wanted to believe that things would get better once they graduated and were out in the real world. It was only complicated now because they were still worried about the way their abilities were working rather than how they interacted with people.
"I'm not really sure how to, it's just been the way things are for a long time," She shrugged and ran her fingers through her hair. It was strange talking to a stranger about the only person in her life that she felt close to. Sam was her constant. "I'm sorry, this got really serious really fast and I don't, uh, I don't really know why or how. So yeah"
But ain't that what we all say?
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It was easy to feel stuck when it's all someone has ever known. He was fortunate to be thrown in a mix of things through out his life. Significant changes gave him the ability to adapt quickly. Part of why he so easily moved to the States in the first place.
When she apologized, Broadie raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had no qualms with the heavy subject, even if it was a total stranger. "It's perfectly okay." He reassured with a nod, giving a friendly smile. "It sounds like you've needed to get this off your chest."
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Bellefonte College Student
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210 Words
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If You Want Love
Ask me how I'm doin', I'll say "okay, "
She was pleased that he hadn't made her feel silly for unloading all of her inner turmoils on him. Of course she still felt uncomfortable about it. She obviously needed to talk to a human being about her problems that had to do with Sam, but making friends was hard to do for someone who thought so much like a machine at all times of the day. Emmett was the closest thing she had, but after a while she felt bad for depending on one person as much as she did outside of her brother.
Alex returned his smile and nodded, "When you're surrounded by computers all day, I guess it's safe to say that a little human interaction can lead to serious unleashing. I feel like a total idiot, you don't even know me." All she'd done was fix his computer, he hadn't asked her to dive into who she was. "You don't by any chance have some psychology degree do you? I'm just trying to justify why I felt comfortable enough to tell you all of that," She laughed awkwardly.
But ain't that what we all say?
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