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sensethevisions((Takes place after this))
Phoebe and Lana had hung out and talked for hours and then started yawning. Phoebe had gotten Lana settled into her bed in the bedroom and then had come out and sat on the couch in front of the fireplace for awhile. She wrote some on her assignments for the newspaper and also wrote more on her stuff for Poetry class. The poems weren't coming easy to her, but after this week, she could kind of understand why. She just hoped Geoff would be as understanding when she talked to him on Tuesday.
She sighed and stared into the flames. At least this weekend was starting out better than the last one had.
There was no more of the crushing loss that she had been feeling last week. Crowley had seen to that. Cole had hurt her and hurt her deeply. His assumptions that she had ran from him and immediately started screwing Crowley had hurt her...and it had pissed her off. Okay, so she couldn't remember what exactly had happened between her and Crowley Saturday night. An entire bottle of expensive tequila will do that to you. However, instead of letting her believe that she had immediately fallen into his bed in a drunken stupor, Crowley had told her that nothing had happened --- and she believed him.
The fact that Cole had been so quick to judge her after what he had done, well that had been more than a little aggravating...and she had been so close to believing him when he said that he hadn't come to her room Saturday night.
Today in class had been a nightmare. Even the first time Cole had hurt her, they had never gone after each other like they did this morning. It didn't make sense. She had kept her word to Aziraphale and called Cole to apologize for her bitchiness and cruelty in class.
Phoebe shook her head and stood up, stretching. She finished cleaning up in the outer room and then she stood and stared at Crowley's door for a long time.
At least with Crowley, she knew he was evil and... well, he was Crowley...whom she cared a great deal for.
Finally, she shrugged and opened his door, slipping into the room. She got up onto his bed, and just like on Monday, she curled up in the middle of it, breathing in the traces of him in the air that she could feel. She didn't know when he would return, but she doubted he'd be upset with her for napping in here. She'd leave when he woke her.
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Phoebe and Lana had hung out and talked for hours and then started yawning. Phoebe had gotten Lana settled into her bed in the bedroom and then had come out and sat on the couch in front of the fireplace for awhile. She wrote some on her assignments for the newspaper and also wrote more on her stuff for Poetry class. The poems weren't coming easy to her, but after this week, she could kind of understand why. She just hoped Geoff would be as understanding when she talked to him on Tuesday.
She sighed and stared into the flames. At least this weekend was starting out better than the last one had.
There was no more of the crushing loss that she had been feeling last week. Crowley had seen to that. Cole had hurt her and hurt her deeply. His assumptions that she had ran from him and immediately started screwing Crowley had hurt her...and it had pissed her off. Okay, so she couldn't remember what exactly had happened between her and Crowley Saturday night. An entire bottle of expensive tequila will do that to you. However, instead of letting her believe that she had immediately fallen into his bed in a drunken stupor, Crowley had told her that nothing had happened --- and she believed him.
The fact that Cole had been so quick to judge her after what he had done, well that had been more than a little aggravating...and she had been so close to believing him when he said that he hadn't come to her room Saturday night.
Today in class had been a nightmare. Even the first time Cole had hurt her, they had never gone after each other like they did this morning. It didn't make sense. She had kept her word to Aziraphale and called Cole to apologize for her bitchiness and cruelty in class.
Phoebe shook her head and stood up, stretching. She finished cleaning up in the outer room and then she stood and stared at Crowley's door for a long time.
At least with Crowley, she knew he was evil and... well, he was Crowley...whom she cared a great deal for.
Finally, she shrugged and opened his door, slipping into the room. She got up onto his bed, and just like on Monday, she curled up in the middle of it, breathing in the traces of him in the air that she could feel. She didn't know when he would return, but she doubted he'd be upset with her for napping in here. She'd leave when he woke her.
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