Day Six: Five people who mean a lot.

[open_flame]

1. Jack (This is in order. Jack is my number one, always.)


2. The Kids (No, I'm not picking, they are all equally important to me)


3. Red. No, Kitty. No, Elle. ...oh, screw it. Everyone at work. Yes, even John Hart. (No, never mind. Not him.)


4. Nathan & The Fae ( but only because that stupid Oath says I have to.)


5. Broom ( Yes, I know he's dead. Still counts.)

Comments

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

[eyeroll] Of course you will.

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

I happen to take pride in my trouble-making.

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

Which is precisely your problem, John. You're proud of being a bad guy.

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

And?

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

It's not exactly normal.

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

Is anything about me normal?

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

Apparently not.

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

Sorry to disappoint.

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

John, you disappointed me a long time ago. I've come to expect it.

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

...Ouch. That's a bit mean.

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

[snorts] You think that's mean, just wait.

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

I really don't want to have to hurt you.

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

As if you could, John.

Trust me, I'm not the same girl I was when I tossed you out on your sorry ass.

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

[narrows his eyes] You went somewhere. You traveled. How?

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

[narrows right back] None of your damn business how.

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

Oh, and it was before?

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

[sighs regretfully] It could have been, but... [shakes her head] It's too late, John. I can't trust you anymore.

[and yes, for a while there, she did.]

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

[what she says, and even the implication of it, is enough to leave him quiet for a few seconds]

You don't give many chances, do you?

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

Not when my family or friends are concerned, no.

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

I thought Jack was all into giving seconds chances and redemption and all that.

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

[seriously] Do I look like Jack?

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

You look like a bitch. [well, she didn't ask, but...]

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

Who says I'm not? [glare]

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

I know you are.

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

And I know you are a lying asshole.

Least we know where we stand.