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01: Shiver

Smoke swirled and twisted in the wind as it left her mouth; she dropped the finished cigarette onto the balcony floor and stepped on it. She looked out into the twilight and let a rattled breath escape her.

The column Sadie was leaning against was less comfortable than she had originally thought it would be when she had come out here. Sliding to the floor beneath her, she crossed her legs and tilted her head back.

"It's cold out here," murmured a voice. He crouched down next to her, brushing a hand across her cheek. "Why don't you come inside?"

"No." Her voice held something undecipherable. She stretched her legs in front of her, pulling him against her. "You're warm enough."

Graham smiled warmly and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she rested her head on his chest.

"So, why are you out here so late?"

Sadie shook a pack of cigarettes in his face.

"Right," he murmured. "I thought you were going to quit?"

"I was," she explained, "but then things happened that made me want to start again."

"What happened?" he asked softly before he could stop himself. "Sorry. No, forget I said that."

"It's okay," she mumbled, cuddling closer to him. She had one of her hands on his chest, her fingers playing with the necklace he wore. "They would have liked you," she told him.

When her parents died last year, Sadie barely found a reason to hold herself together; they were all she had.

When Graham had first seen her, Sadie was being carried out of the girl's bathroom at their college, a shirt wrapped around her wrist. He had followed far enough behind the teacher that held her, and waited outside the nurse's office.

She had come out looking very angry. When he stood up from his position on the floor to say something, she simply glared at him, her cerulean eyes glassy. She left without an exchange of words and he didn't see much of her after that.

Sadie thought what Graham was doing was considered stalking, since he frequently showed up in places she figured most people didn't know about, like the spot in the woods near the school. She demanded to know what he was doing when she caught him following her one day.

"Do you remember when we met?" Graham asked, chuckling softly. "I thought you were going to pull out a knife and kill me."

"I thought about it," Sadie said, sitting up to stare at him. "You were so intrusive and it bothered me. I never understood why you thought stalking was a good idea."

"I wasn't stalking you," he defended, "I was merely walking and happened to find you."

"Right," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "You just looked so stupid, standing there awkwardly until I said something. What did you want me to say? 'I'm sorry, but you can't hunt me right now because I'm not in the mood.'"

"You make it sound like a sport," he said, frowning. "I wasn't doing anything wrong, you know. I just thought you were interesting."

"I'm real interesting," Sadie said, rolling her eyes. "I'm a rebel. Is that what drew you in?"

Graham caught her hand, lacing his fingers with hers, and used his other hand to push the sleeve of her shirt down.

Sadie wriggled her nose, looking disgusted. "You're not serious."

"Quite serious actually," he breathed. "Despite these making you look ugly, or so you think, they also have a way of making you unique."

"You're insane," she muttered.

"So I've heard."

Gripping another cigarette, Sadie said, "Did you find anything else out about this house?"

"Why are you so curious about what happened here before you moved into it?" Graham asked as he took the cigarette from her.

She scowled. "The garage door has a bloodstain on it."

"It's paint," he reasoned gently. "I know how you think. You want everything to be a bigger deal than it is."

"But I-"

Graham brushed his lips against hers softly. He waited for her to push him away, to start her theories again. When she only met him with equal eagerness, he was grateful.

Somehow they were able to stand, never breaking from the kiss, and when Sadie felt her back hit something hard, she groaned.

"Sorry," Graham whispered against her mouth. "The wall's kind of hard."

"No kidding," she murmured, her arms wound around his neck. "We still have a movie to watch," she mumbled as she slid her tongue along his lower lip.

"It can wait," he replied huskily as he lifted her and placed her on the couch. He tore away from her now, breathing heavily. "Isn't it nice to have no parents around? We can do anything we want."

Her eyes widened, slowly brimming with tears, and her face fell.

"Shit," he hissed. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

She shrugged and pushed him off her.

Graham didn't move from the floor as he landed; just let his head fall against the couch cushion. He closed his eyes, trying to figure out how to make the situation better.

"Come on," he urged, the pain in his voice evident, "I'm sorry."

"Go home, Graham."

He bit his lip and sighed. When he stood, he looked down at her; she was curled up, her body trembling from sobs. Gently, he reached a hand out.

"Don't," she hissed, her voice slightly muffled as she had her face shoved into a pillow. "Please just go away."

"You wanted me to stay with you," Graham said, "so I'm going to."

"No."

"You can't make me leave."

Sadie sat up, her face no longer screwed up from tears. Instead, she looked like someone he had never seen before, someone he didn't want to know. Her eyes were different somehow.

"I can kill you," she replied in a voice that was most definitely not her own.

Description
01: Shiver

Smoke swirled and twisted in the wind as it left her mouth; she dropped the finished cigarette onto the balcony floor and stepped on it. She looked out into the twilight and let a rattled breath escape her.

The column Sadie was leaning against was less comfortable than she had originally thought it would be when she had come out here. Sliding to the floor beneath her, she crossed her legs and tilted her head back.

"It's cold out here," murmured a voice. He crouched down next to her, brushing a hand across her cheek. "Why don't you come inside?"

"No." Her voice held something undecipherable. She stretched her legs in front of her, pulling him against her. "You're warm enough."

Graham smiled warmly and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she rested her head on his chest.

"So, why are you out here so late?"

Sadie shook a pack of cigarettes in his face.

"Right," he murmured. "I thought you were going to quit?"

"I was," she explained, "but then things happened that made me want to start again."

"What happened?" he asked softly before he could stop himself. "Sorry. No, forget I said that."

"It's okay," she mumbled, cuddling closer to him. She had one of her hands on his chest, her fingers playing with the necklace he wore. "They would have liked you," she told him.

When her parents died last year, Sadie barely found a reason to hold herself together; they were all she had.

When Graham had first seen her, Sadie was being carried out of the girl's bathroom at their college, a shirt wrapped around her wrist. He had followed far enough behind the teacher that held her, and waited outside the nurse's office.

She had come out looking very angry. When he stood up from his position on the floor to say something, she simply glared at him, her cerulean eyes glassy. She left without an exchange of words and he didn't see much of her after that.

Sadie thought what Graham was doing was considered stalking, since he frequently showed up in places she figured most people didn't know about, like the spot in the woods near the school. She demanded to know what he was doing when she caught him following her one day.

"Do you remember when we met?" Graham asked, chuckling softly. "I thought you were going to pull out a knife and kill me."

"I thought about it," Sadie said, sitting up to stare at him. "You were so intrusive and it bothered me. I never understood why you thought stalking was a good idea."

"I wasn't stalking you," he defended, "I was merely walking and happened to find you."

"Right," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "You just looked so stupid, standing there awkwardly until I said something. What did you want me to say? 'I'm sorry, but you can't hunt me right now because I'm not in the mood.'"

"You make it sound like a sport," he said, frowning. "I wasn't doing anything wrong, you know. I just thought you were interesting."

"I'm real interesting," Sadie said, rolling her eyes. "I'm a rebel. Is that what drew you in?"

Graham caught her hand, lacing his fingers with hers, and used his other hand to push the sleeve of her shirt down.

Sadie wriggled her nose, looking disgusted. "You're not serious."

"Quite serious actually," he breathed. "Despite these making you look ugly, or so you think, they also have a way of making you unique."

"You're insane," she muttered.

"So I've heard."

Gripping another cigarette, Sadie said, "Did you find anything else out about this house?"

"Why are you so curious about what happened here before you moved into it?" Graham asked as he took the cigarette from her.

She scowled. "The garage door has a bloodstain on it."

"It's paint," he reasoned gently. "I know how you think. You want everything to be a bigger deal than it is."

"But I-"

Graham brushed his lips against hers softly. He waited for her to push him away, to start her theories again. When she only met him with equal eagerness, he was grateful.

Somehow they were able to stand, never breaking from the kiss, and when Sadie felt her back hit something hard, she groaned.

"Sorry," Graham whispered against her mouth. "The wall's kind of hard."

"No kidding," she murmured, her arms wound around his neck. "We still have a movie to watch," she mumbled as she slid her tongue along his lower lip.

"It can wait," he replied huskily as he lifted her and placed her on the couch. He tore away from her now, breathing heavily. "Isn't it nice to have no parents around? We can do anything we want."

Her eyes widened, slowly brimming with tears, and her face fell.

"Shit," he hissed. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

She shrugged and pushed him off her.

Graham didn't move from the floor as he landed; just let his head fall against the couch cushion. He closed his eyes, trying to figure out how to make the situation better.

"Come on," he urged, the pain in his voice evident, "I'm sorry."

"Go home, Graham."

He bit his lip and sighed. When he stood, he looked down at her; she was curled up, her body trembling from sobs. Gently, he reached a hand out.

"Don't," she hissed, her voice slightly muffled as she had her face shoved into a pillow. "Please just go away."

"You wanted me to stay with you," Graham said, "so I'm going to."

"No."

"You can't make me leave."

Sadie sat up, her face no longer screwed up from tears. Instead, she looked like someone he had never seen before, someone he didn't want to know. Her eyes were different somehow.

"I can kill you," she replied in a voice that was most definitely not her own.