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Yearning for Our Unicity	By : LuluDreams Category: S through Z > YOU Views: 185 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary:
Bronte and Joe have a fight
Notes:
Setting: between 5x8 and 5x9
Prompt: Polar Opposites

The effect you have over me

Joe’s POV

“What does it mean you’re going out?”

I’m really not liking this kind of speech.

“It means exactly what it means: I’m going out this afternoon, with a friend of mine.”

“But you don’t talk to your scooby gang - well, what’s left of it- anymore, you sent them to fuck off!” I point out.

You glare at me, your hands on your hips.

“First, I’d like you not to call them like that; second… So what? Do you think they’re the only friends I have? You even saw me with other people, at the dirtbag literary salon. Unlike you, Joe, I happen to socialize with people!”

That hurt, Bronte.
These are things you should never say to an introvert.
Does it mean you’re not happy with me anymore?
That what we have is not enough?

“Geez, can’t you see, Joe? That thing you’re doing right now, that thing you keep doing every now and then!”

You’re literally snapping now.

“Don’t keep everything inside. Don’t just stare at me, without saying a word. Fuck, Joe, speak to me, open up! Sometimes I feel like there’s a whole world inside your mind that you built to keep you safe, but you don’t allow anyone to be a part of it.”

You’re crying now.
I hate seeing you cry.
Most of all I hate to be the reason why you’re doing that.

“Bronte, no, sorry, I was just metabolizing your words, and you’re right, I shouldn’t do that and I should make an effort to socialize a bit more…” I hug you, trying to cheer you up.

“Of course I can't expect you to go from day to night, but… that’s the difference between me and you, Joe, I'm an open book to you, while I have the feeling there are so many things I still don’t know about you.” You sniff, parting from my arms.

And you’re right Bronte, but there are truths that would be better still hidden... like some corpses I had to bury.

“Well I could try to socialize more starting from now.”

“What do you mean?” Your curious eyes scrutinize me.

“Well, I’m coming with you this afternoon, to meet your friend, whoever she is… because she is a she, right?”

Fuck. I shouldn’t have said the last thing out loud.

“Dammit, Joe, you’re just impossible!” You snap again, walking away from me.

“Bronte, Louise, wait… I didn’t mean it…”

You stop, tense up and turn abruptly.

“No, Joe, you fucking meant it, that’s the problem!” You hiss. “I’m not even going to answer your question!”

“Bronte, I’m sorry!”

I’m such an idiot.

“And I’m sorry that we are polar opposites!”

“What.. what do you mean?”

My voice sounds so broken.

“That I trust you, with my whole heart. But I can’t say the same of you about me…”

You're crying again and every tear that wets your face is a blade that pierce my heart.

I’m about to say something, but you’re faster than me.

“I’ll tell you what. I need some time. Alone. Which is why I’m leaving Mooney’s now, I’m going upstairs, in the apartment. And this afternoon I’ll meet my friend, without any GPS, any stories on instagram or facebook, anything that can make you understand where we are.”

I don’t like this at all.

“And you won’t try anything funny, you will just stay here, quiet.”

I’m liking that even less.

“ You’ll wait for me and learn how to trust in me.”

And then you’re gone and the noise of the closing door has never seemed more cacophonic to me.

Learn how to trust in you.
Can I, Bronte? Should I?

In an imaginary weigher I put on one side how you set me up with your former friends… and on the other side that night, in the cage, after you had set my ‘gift’ for you free.
I’m also adding all the days we spent together since then, so the scales are tipped hands down in favour of the ‘I must trust in you’ side.

But if I also add what has just happened… the damn scale balances.

Who are you going to see?
Why?
What do you need to tell this person?

Well, you said that you’ll go out this afternoon, now it’s late morning, this gives me time to think about what I should or shouldn’t do.
I’d just better work now, because the bookstore is crowded.

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It’s half past four in the afternoon and casually I decided that Mooney’s is closing now.

It’s thirty five past four in the afternoon and casually I’m outside the bookstore, taking a walk.
And I’m wearing a baseball cap.
And I’m lurking behind a corner.
Causally.
It’s forty past four in the afternoon and finally I see you leaving our house.

It’s not my fault if I’m going the same direction as yours, right?
Right.

It’s been ten minutes that we are walking - me, just keeping a prudent distance - and you reached the umpteenth traffic lights.

You turned right and I’m about to follow you, but then I glance at the sign of a shop.
‘Custom magnets’
Then I recall your words.
We are polar opposites.
And smile.
Now I know what to do.

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When I open the door of the apartment, the light is on and you’re

"Joe!" You rush towards me.
You sound surprised and relieved at the same time.

"It's almost midnight, where the hell have you been?"

"Well, this morning you didn't sound so happy to have me around!"

"But it was a reaction in the heat of the moment; of course I'm glad to have you around! I was... kind of worried that something bad happened to you."

"You were worried for me?" I repeat, amazed.

Oh, Bronte, Bronte... I'm the reason bad things happen to certain people, not the other way around.

"Well, I'm here now."

"Where have you been?" You sound inquisitive.

I'm tempted to laugh.

"Usually that's something I would say."

"Joe..."

I choose not to answer to your question.
I'll just show you.

"What's that little package?" You ask me, seeing what I've drawn out of my pocket.

“You know, I’ve thought all day long about the things you said, that we are polar opposites…” I comment, as I open the package, revealing the content.

“Oh my god, Joe! They’re super cute!” You rejoice.

They’re custom magnets, indeed, with our caricatures.

“I love yours, this curly, brunet guy with his head stuck in a book… and mine, the redhead girl with short hair and even way too big eyes, as she holds… oh, my god, it’s a taser!” You laugh.

A sound i had missed like water in a desert.

“Well, it’s something a guy can hardly forget.” I make you smile again.

“Okay, those little jewels deserve to be put on the fridge…” You head to the kitchen, but I grab them from your hands.

“Not so fast, let me show you something before…” I say, putting the magnets on the table and flipping one of them. “You’re right, Bronte, we’re polar opposites and I’m glad we are; because.. do you know what polar opposites do?”

And saying that I bring your magnet near my flipped one and it is immediately dragged to the other.

Our magnets, close and inseparable.

You stare at them, touched.

“See? This is the effect you have over me, sweetheart.” I murmur.

But it’s not enough yet.

“Instead, look at what happens when you think you have found your soulmate, so much you even marry them, but they’re the wrong ones.”

From the other pocket I draw out other two magnet: one is dark blonde, with a psycho look, as she lifts up a rolling pin, tainted with red stain - and nope, it’s not tomato sauce - … and the other one is a brunet, bad ass look, talking to her mobile bluetooth as she wears a ‘I’m a bloody CEO’.

There’s no need to even explain whom they represent.

I grab the magnet with my caricature and, since this time I asked the employee of the shop to make them with the very same polarity, the more I try to bring it closer to them, the more they’re pushed away.

And you observe the whole thing very amused, but then your expression dims.

“Tell me, Joe,but do you really think it’s enough to show me some funny magnets, after all that happened?” You question me, you tone rather dry.

“N.. no?”

Mine sounded more like a hopeless question.
Pathetic.

“I’m going to bed, Joe!” You inform me with a peppery glare, walking away.

A few minutes later, just when I'm about to despair, I hear you calling from there.

“So, Joe, are you going to reach me… or what?”

About half an hour later, I’m laying naked in your arms, my nape against your naked boobs.

My favorite place in my favorite way.

But there’s something I have to do.

“Okay, Bronte, if I have to be utterly sincere about today… I meant to stalk you this afternoon and I even did, for a little while…”

“I know.” You surprise me with your answer. “And I’m happy you stopped. And, for the record, my friend is a she and I just told her how lucky I‘m feeling lately.” You murmur, caressing my chest.

This is music to my ears, a balsam to my aching heart.

“Mm.. just.. how did you manage to…”

“I saw your reflection from a car’s side view mirrors.”

“Really?” I frown, as you hold me tight and then lean forward, to kiss the tip of my nose.

“Well, dear my love, the baseball cap may make you cooler, yeah, but certainly not invisible!”

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THE END
Notes:
Can I just say I looooove those custom magnets?
Would you like to suggest more ones?
Hope you’ll like it, although this Flufftober without any kind of interaction is very frustrating and disheartening :/, but I like what I’m creating anyway, no matter if it looks like I’m the only one…
See ya tomorrow
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