your stupid face.
Thread Topic: your stupid face.
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"I've already started reading over scenes, getting my lines down," Elliot replied, his right hand scratching his left. I wish I could just, stop thinking about it- but I can't! He sighed and glanced over at Havyn, realizing where his head was with wide eyes. He tensed in his spot, not wanting to move but terrified that she may be uncomfortable.
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Havyn put her hand over his to stop him from scratching his left hand before realizing his eyes were wide, and he was tense. "Sorry." She let go.
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Elliot looked down, not even realizing Havyn had put her hand on his. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words. He exhaled and closed his eyes, just leaning closer to her side. "It's okay," he replied softly.
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Havyn didn't respond. She felt bad for him being so flustered.
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Elliot's hand scratching resumed as he stared at his hands, zoned out. "I'm sorry..." He mumbled, his face red.
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"For what?" Havyn grabbed his hand again. "Stop that, you're going to hurt yourself."
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Elliot looked down at Havyn's hand on his, a small frown on his face. "I'm such a mess..." He mumbled, his hand clenching into a fist under the girl's hand.
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Havyn sighed quietly. "You're not a mess." She said quietly.
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"Yes, I am!" Elliot exclaimed as he lifted his hands up, anger rising in his voice. "I- I can't get a grip on my f---ing emotions, I don't- I don't understand," he started to shout before his voice went quiet, exasperated. He exhaled shakily as he closed his eyes, trying not to tear up.
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Havyn backed up slightly so he wasn't practically yelling in her ear. "You're not a mess, you just need a bit of help, y'know?"
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"But that's just it, I can't ask for help!" Elliot retorted and jumped up off the couch, bringing his hands up to his hair and gripping it. "I'm too f---ing stubborn for my own good, and I just spiral because everyone's gonna think, 'God, there must be something seriously wrong with this kid if he needs help figuring out his f---ING FEELINGS-" He let out a quiet, choked sob. He pounded a fist against his head, slowly falling to the floor.
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Havyn grabbed his hands, pulling them away from him so he couldn't hurt himself again. "Hey, stop it." She said softly but firmly.
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Elliot looked up at Havyn, tears in his eyes. "I- I'm sorry," he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut. He leaned forward, his forehead resting against his and Havyn's hands. "I-I don't deserve your pity..."
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"It's ok, it's ok." Havyn held his head in her hands. "I don't mind."
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imsoclueless SeniorElliot let out another choked sob and leaned into Havyn, wrapping his arms around her waist.
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