"You're so good at making me feel guilty for trying to walk away." / "I promise I'm usually better than this." BYE
"You're so good at making me feel guilty for trying to walk away."
She didn’t know why she hadn’t expected him to say something to that effect. Lucille had found that it was hard to walk away from Jonah and the fact was just that Jonah had a hold over her. And she’d be damned if that hold didn’t extend to him as well. Lucille was not some weak, pathetic girl who had no power in this relationship - that much she was certain of. Jonah would not get to be the first to walk out - not when it was always her who had put up with so much from him. “Good,” was the first word out of her when she finally figured out what she wanted to say. There was so much for her to say.
That she deserved better, that she wanted to walk away first. That was always the first feelings whenever they started to fight. That she hated him, that his self confident swagger made her sick, that his cocky little smirk drove her insane, and everything he did made her want to tear him apart. Where they even true? They only seemed to matter when she was angry and that’s what made her hesitant to scream any of them at him. Lucille did not just throw words around - she was cold and calculative of her words and she was certain Jonah knew the same. Not to mention the fight seemed to be winding down and Lucille didn’t want the fight to expand. “You shouldn’t walk away, you know.”
It surprised her... took her off guard to realize she didn’t want whatever was going on with Jonah to simply end. She refused to let him walk away from her. “We’ve been through too much for... whatever,” she said, turning away from him. She needed to clear her head, she needed to make sure that she didn’t say anything she knew she would regret. “Look. We both need... a breather. Okay? We can’t keep going like this.”
"I promise I'm usually better than this."
She couldn’t help but to chuckle at that. The idea of Jonah ever being a decent dancer was definitely one that she didn’t truly believe. Jonah in his ripped up jeans and band shirts - was the one he was wearing a reference to some indie band or a popular band’s most popular song? She wasn’t sure but either way, he was tall and scrawny with large hands - not a delicate dancer’s frame in the slightest. So far, he had stepped on her toes twice and dropped her once during a dip. “I can imagine that it would be hard to focus when dancing with a beauty such as myself but you aren’t going to impress anyone with these kinds of skills.”
The teasing was easy, something she hadn’t realized that she could do with Jonah but now it felt like she’d been doing it for ages now. She took his hands, placing one on her waist and taking the other in her hand with an arched eyebrow, daring him to make some sort of risque comment that she’d expect from him. Sure, she knew that this was all to impress some girl at some club later but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have her fun with him. “Okay, try not to step on my feet again. It really hurts because you have such massive feet.”
With her other hand moving up towards his bicep, a light teasing grin aross her face as she shifted herself. “And try not to drop me again!”
