#lipxrory

[jeonsmochi-blog]

(heheh) “Do you love me?” // "Maybe you should go." // "Silly of me to think you actually cared."

@alliof1x1

 This is going under a read more bc it turned out a little big, but I hope you enjoy it and enjoyed making me literally DIE writing it!

Also no gifs bc i’m lazy asf

Lip froze in his place, his whole body unable to move just what it took to finish the step he was halfway through as she spoke up. Why would Rory even ask that? Especially when he’d just told her he was leaving. Possibly for good. Especially when whatever it was they had had, once, was never actually something, without having ever been nothing. Mark gathered himself, forcing his leg to finish the step he was taking away from her before turning around to see her face. Did he love Rory? He’d never really thought about it, he’d just always, sort of, went with it, whatever it might be. Do you love me? Her words kept replaying in his head. Would he leave if he did? Wouldn’t Lip try with all his will to stay with her if he loved her? He could refuse to go, get a job, and stay in that god forsaken town in the middle of nowhere, but with her. He could do that. And yet, it had never been an option? Stay for what exactly? Them? Was there even a them? Or was there just a Rory and a Lip? A Rory who was an actual ray of sunshine, and had been ever since he’d first gotten to know her. And a lip who’d been nothing but toxic, nothing but a troublemaker for them both. He’d done no good to her since going to that town, and that was why he hadn’t thought to stay. Because he knew he wasn’t good for her, and he just wanted the best for her. So maybe he did love Rory. It wouldn’t have been that difficult to say goodbye, to make himself be cold to her to make it easier, if he didn’t. Whatever the true answer was, Lip knew what his reply would be from the moment his body had froze at the question. He looked her in the eye. “No.” He rasped out, his head then shaking a little, softly, almost not moving. He swallowed. “I don’t.” And even though all he wanted to do was leave, Lip made himself stand there and watch her, he carved that image into his brain, he needed to know how bad he was for her. And hoped she wouldn’t see through him. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

“Maybe you should go.” He let out a dry laugh, having held in all he could, the vapor from his breath fogging his vision of her. She’d believed him. Good. That meant he could, too. That gave him hope that maybe he wouldn’t be that miserable away from her. “Yeah,” He took his hand up to rub his neck, “I guess I should.” Lip pushed his hands into his pockets. “Well, bye, I guess.” He turned around once more, wishing she would just go back inside, into the warmth of her house and away from the cold snowy streets. Two more steps and he reached his motorbike, not pausing before he flung a leg over it and sat down, pulling his helmet up onto his head.

“Silly of me to think you actually cared.” He heard her mumble through the freezing wind, but didn’t acknowledge it. He couldn’t. He opened his helmet so she could hear him. “Just go inside.” And drove away, hoping she hadn’t heard how wrong she’d been.

[jeonsmochi-blog]

(this'll be great) ☁ - five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it // ☪ - five times our muses almost hold hands, and the one time they do

☁ - five times my muse has thought about yours

1. At night when Lip was trying to fall asleep but couldn’t for the world, his mind kept wandering to Rory, her face, her voice, her smile.

2. When Lip was walking through the fair and was suddenly surrounded by a familiar scent - Rory’s perfume. He searched for her, but got to the conclusion it was either him mind playing trick on him or someone with the same perfume had been there, which was the most likely option. Nevertheless, he spent the rest of the time wishing she was there.

3. When he first checked his phone in the  morning and there was a text, his mind immediately wished it was from her, it wasn’t, but the urge to text her almost took over him.

4. He was talking to his mom and she said something that remotely sounded like Rory’s name, Lip didn’t pay any attention to what she was saying from that moment on, his mind wandered off to everything Rory related.

5. He was alone at home, moving about the kitchen throwing a little something together to eat when he had this overwhelming want, need, to have Rory there with him, doing all the mundane stuff with him.

AND THE ONE TIME HE DID SOMETHING ABOUT IT - He was, for once, walking home from the mall and happened to walk by her house, her room’s light was on, so without letting himself think about it too much, he pulled his phone from his pocket and called her. “Hey, I’m outside, wanna hang out?”

☪ - five times our muses almost hold hands

1. Lip had talked Rory into sitting in front of him in the motorcycle, so she could feel what it was like to control it, to drive it. He sat behind her and placed her hands on the handle bar, his on top, of course. That counts as almost holding hands - right?

2. If you’ve watched Twilight you’ll know what it’s like to sit in the movies with someone whose hand is on the arm rest, it’s almost impossible not to reach out. Lip had watched most of the movie without thinking about it, but as soon as he spotter her hand, right there, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. When he finally reached out to take it, the lights blinded him as the movie ended and everyone started getting up.

3. It’s not like Lip had never walked with Rory before, but he didn’t think his hand had ever brushed against hers. As soon as it happened, he moved his hand to take hers, but never got to do it because someone was calling for them on the other side of the street.

4. That moment in every romance when a guy and a girl are sitting across from each other, and their arms are on the table, and it would just be so easy to reach out. Well, Lip was going to, when their food finally arrived. Moment lost. 

5.  help with hand then linger but distraction Lip held his hand out to help Rory get out of his motorcycle, and she took it. Once she was stable and with both feet on the ground, Lip didn’t have any plans of letting go, but a loud “Catch!” made him turn just in time to catch a basket ball mid air. “Let’s play?”

AND THE ONE TIME THEY DID - Lip spotted Rory a little up ahead and jogged a little to catch up, his hand finding hers as he fell into step with her, his fingers twining with hers as he looked down and grinned. “Hey gorgeous!”