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"You're sweet, you know that?" She said, chewing on her lip even as she considered everything he had said. He didn't really know her that well, did he? She wasn't so easily convinced that he right, it'd been too long since someone had bothered to treat her like she could think for herself, let alone was a human. But Sam didn't have any way to know that, did he?
"I guess so," she said, though, agreeing with him instead of arguing. Somethings wouldn't ever change, she realized. "But you know, I totally would...if you ever wanted to do it, you know?"
Maybe that was all he'd been waiting to hear. "I mean....you know, most guys wanna."
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Her choice too? She didn't know what to say to that, choosing to pick at her s'more a little more instead. He really was far more sweet than she knew what to do with sometimes.
"Okay," she said, before looking up at him and smiling weakly. "It isn't cos, like, you don't like the way I look right?" And though she was sure she knew his answer already, a part of her wondered if he would be lying. How long had her father lied to her mother about that same thing? What if Sam didn't like her nose, or secretly hated that she was so tall? How could she fix that?
"I know it's my choice, and stuff. But I just wanna make you happy. That's what a girl's supposed to do, make her man happy, you know?"
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"It is a movie and a bunch of books, silly. Muggles don't know how grrr arrrg and slimy and way too hairy for taste the real stuff are." She laughed a little, nudging him with her elbow lightly. He seemed to be really focused on the werewolf stuff, but then again- Defense Against the Dark Arts had like a whole chapter on them last year. And it was way creepy. She couldn't blame him.
"In the book, and stuff, they are like these Indian guys, but like not the kind that are from India. But like the kind that are from here? Like...the Indians that didn't leave to go to India? Anyway, they are like secretly werewolves, and they are all human protects and stuff. And the Cullens, the vampires? They sparkle in the sunlight, and totally don't kill people. So they are good vampires!"
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She wasn't the brightest, she knew that. However, this time around she definitely was picking up on strange vibes. "Hey, you okay?" She asked, turning to face him a little more.
"Idk what she was on. She said she was More-man, so maybe she's like one of those guys that became a girl or something. Idk what a more-man." She shrugged a little, reaching up to brush some of Sam's hair back behind his ear. "And it is kinda nice, you know? Like to think there could be good werewolves or vampires. Otherwise they are just really creepy and scary."
But he was right, she guessed. Glorifying them was probably dumb, but they honestly didn't get to see them. Not real ones, at least. Even wizards rarely had runs in. "You can't blame them, I guess. They don't know any better."
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She really didn't know what was going on, and vaguely regretted ever bringing up the subject of Twilight. Everyone always had mixed reactions, but she was pretty sure this was the first sad one she'd ever gotten. For the life of her, she couldn't even figure out what about the book made everything sad!
Or was he sad because she was talking about some weird woman, and how hot the vampire guy and the werewolf guy were in the movie? Maybe he was jealous, though why she didn't even know. It wasn't like she was in LA right there, running off to snag herself a date.
"What's wrong?" She asked softly, combing her fingers through his hair a little more as she reached out to touch his hand with her free one. "I don't, like, think I'm ever gonna run off with some movie star, or werewolf. And vampires are all pale and gross."
Maybe that would make him feel better? She hoped so, at least, seeing as she really didn't know what else to do.
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It was stupid for him to be acting so silly, he knew it was just fake so why was he taking it so hard? Not everything about werewolves had to do with his family, with his life. He shivered a little in the darkness, the corners of his mouth twitching a little upward at her reassurances. "I know you aint like that," he said quietly.
"I just..." he moved his hands from his face, taking and squeezing Ginger's. He forced a smile and then looked down at their hands as if he could find the answer scribbled on the back of his hand. He took a deep breath and briefly closed his eyes. "Werewolf talk gets me a little... upset because... two summers ago when we were camping my whole family got attacked by one.
With his free hand he lifted the front of his shirt and his hoodie, showing the four long scars that dragged across his chest from his left shoulder to just below his right pectoral. "There are five more on my back just like these," he said quietly.
Pulling his shirt down he sighed. "It slashed us all up with it's claws, bit my brother Felix. He died the next morning," he wiped at his face feeling the wetness from a tear. "Instead of coming together, the whole thing tore us apart. Now my parents are separated and they can barely sit in the same room together for more than twenty minutes without fighting it out."
"There's this... stupid, senseless, guilty weight resting right here," he said putting his hand over his chest. "At any moment I feel like it's just going to break something inside," he shook his head. "I'm sorry, you don't need me to dump all this on you. I just... I guess I didn't want to keep it from you anymore and there are only two other people outside the family that really know what happened."
He looked into the fire for a while, not sure what to say next.
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Sam hugged her back as best as he could, giving her a little squeeze. He rested his head against hers and sat in the silence for a little while. He tried to let what she said sink in, he tried to think of the right thing to say.
He had been told a thousand times over by his family, by AB, and now by Ginger, that it wasn't his fault. Yet there it was, the guilt, still weighing on him like a one ton weight. He nuzzled her back and kissed the side of her head. "Thanks Ginge," he said finally breaking the silence.
"It's good to talk about it," he said quietly. His two best friends had moved in the past few months and the only other person on campus he trusted with these things with Marina. It had always been a fragile, secret thing and now it was out there for another person to know.
"It was kinda silly for me to get upset about Twilight though," he grinned giving her a silly little look. He had to bounce back to his regular self, it was for his own sanity. There was only so much brooding he was capable of regardless of the severity of the situation.
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