"It's not like anyone noticed," Logan huffed. "Look, I left so you could have fun. I figured you wouldn't want me glaring at every idiot who wanted to check out your ass, so I left. You like parties, and I don't it's that simple. I wanted you to have something you'd enjoy, even if it meant feeling like shit while I watched you."
Folding his arms across his chest, he looked away.
"I just thought it would be different this time. I thought if I threw the damn thing people might actually say two words to me. I thought you could dance and do whatever it is that makes you so fucking happy at parties, and someone, anyone, would distract me long enough that I wouldn't care. Or hell, maybe someone would flirt with me for a change and I wouldn't feel like your reject ball and chain."
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Date: 2010-04-09 12:02 am (UTC)Folding his arms across his chest, he looked away.
"I just thought it would be different this time. I thought if I threw the damn thing people might actually say two words to me. I thought you could dance and do whatever it is that makes you so fucking happy at parties, and someone, anyone, would distract me long enough that I wouldn't care. Or hell, maybe someone would flirt with me for a change and I wouldn't feel like your reject ball and chain."