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

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

...Aww.

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

Don't start...

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

What? It's sweet.

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

So what if it is? Doesn't mean you're not gonna start something.

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

Like what? I can't exactly start anything now.

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

You don't need to be here to start anything, John.

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

Really?

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

[sarcasm ahoy!] Yes. I have complete faith in you to fuck things up without being around OR touching anything. You're just that good.

[hart-john.livejournal.com]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[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?