http://sorrydontsuitme.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sorrydontsuitme.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] sorrydontsuitme 2009-06-12 01:12 am (UTC)

He was never a boy scout. That don't mean he was always a con-man, though. A liar, a cheat, an eavesdropper, the scum of the earth. So what if they kicked him out of Australia? He hated it there.

(You know why they call Australia down under, don't you? Because it's as close as you can get to hell without being burned.)

Didn't matter to him he got deported. Better than doin' more jail time. Once he was out of the country, it meant they weren't lookin' for him over the whole Duckett thing anyhow.

Today, for once in his life, he's gonna be patient. He's gonna give Freckles as much time as she wants to get ready or to stash the tape away or primp or sit around before they head upstairs. So what if she gets used to it. So what if he gets used to it. Sometimes, people change.

(You know what's making you stupid right now? It's your damn hormones. You think you're in love, but you're not. You know, a tiger doesn't change his stripes, James. You're a con man, just like me. And it's not what you do, it's what you are.)

Screw you, Gordy.

He ain't no damn tiger. When she walks through the door he pays her the common courtesy of not studyin' her face to try and read it: whatever's on her mind, it belongs to her. What he does do, though, is rest his arm around her shoulder and walk her to the stairs.

They're only goin' up one floor, but she did say go for a walk. What happens after they get there? That's anyone's guess, but he thinks he knows how it's gonna play out.

Today, he's got no complaints.

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