Snippet #2641429

He finally had to face it. The thing that had caused so many panic attacks, caused so many of the cuts on his arms, had kept him awake for so long. And now, here he was. Staring it in the face. He could lie. He could tell her it was a lie made up by Jace, because he was jealous or some shit like that. But he couldn't. Because that would only be putting things off. He couldn't do this for any longer.

He sat down on his bed, hoping to hide the shake in his hands and his legs. And then he nodded. He felt himself tense, waiting for her reaction. Waiting for her to start screaming at him, for her to leave and slam the door, for her to laugh at him. Everybody always said that telling somebody a secret was like a weight off of their chest- but this just felt like another weight on his shoulders, forcing him down. Because how could she ever feel the same? Why would she ever want somebody like him? She liked guys like Jace, who were confident and powerful and everything he wasn't.

She grinned at the mention of a hangover. However she was feeling in the morning, he would be feeling a hell of a lot worse. "I'll force feed some water into you, so it's not so bad. Or, well, I'll try."

As he asked for her help in assembling an outfit, she sat up. "Oh, now we're talking. We should totally try and coordinate, we'll slay everyone else," she said, getting to her feet and retrieving her dress from her bag. She didn't let him see the inside of the bag though, for fear that the state of it would actually make him have a stroke. She had a tendency to just throw everything in and hope for the best. She quickly pulled out the rest of her outfit, before frowning a little.

"On second thoughts, seeing as mine is all black, if we both go all black, we'll look like we're going to a funeral, not on a night out. Right, start showing me options and I'll tell you what I think."