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The Feeling's Mutual [ic, closed]

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Re: The Feeling's Mutual [ic, closed]

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"No, it's fine. Ya didn't know," he said with a small smile.

"N-n-no. It's fine, really, you don't have to --"
"Durand! Come on! You're fine now, right?"
"Uhm, yeah, gotta run and... Yeah. See you around?" Miles said awkwardly, blushing hard. He smiled at her a bit before running off.

(sorry, shorrttt.)
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Re: The Feeling's Mutual [ic, closed]

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"But still, sorry." Erin said quietly, feeling quite bad with herself for wanting to know what was wrong with him when it really wasn't her business, despite the fact that Miles had turned to her and smiled anyway, telling her that it was fine. She knew that it was something that she could get over quickly,but she just felt a little bit guilty in that moment - nothing would be able to change that, not even Miles Durand's amazing smile towards her. "Are you sure? I mean, it's swelling a little bit." She said quietly, her head having snapped back up to look over at the coach when he called for his star player, before she turned back to him.

"As long as you're all right then. If you want me to get the ice through your practice, just tell me. I'mma be here throughout the practice, because I'm a sad person who has nothing else better to do with her life." She grinned, before nodding as he said that he would see her around. "Sure..." She replied, practically to herself as she watched Miles begin to play football again.
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Re: The Feeling's Mutual [ic, closed]

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Miles had arrived at the field where the boys were playing, but as soon as he'd set foot in front of them, they all whooped, but quietly enough for Erin not to hear. The ginger haired player who had accidentally kicked the ball in Miles's face practically gave him a joking, soft punch to the arm in a tease.

"Miles, ooh, looks like you've snagged yourself a pretty one," he said, looking at Miles slyly with his suspiciously bubbly, round face.
"Shut up," he rebuffed, trying not to blush as he tried to move the ball along.
"Careful with her, Art," said another teammate, a fellow with dark skin but with surprisingly light eyes. "The girls don't seem to like her all that much. Have you heard what they said about her?"
"I know, Wilkes."
"Well, it seems that she's starting to like you, bub. I mean, she hates you."
"Yeah, thanks for the reminder. As if it wasn't obvious enough."
"Ah, cut him some slack, guys," said Fred with a small laugh. "He's still trying to cope with his feelings."
Oooooohhhh, echoed the team, which earned them a large shock from the air horn that their coach blew.
"Come on, people, get on with it. How do ya expect to win the game against Ferguson two days from now, huh? Get in position."

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Erin was quite happy just sitting there, laughing at the coach as he blew the air horn towards the chatting boys, scaring them into getting ready to play what seemed to be a big game in a few days. She supposed it was better than staying at home, where she'd be on her own, doing absolutely nothing, and being extremely bored. So yeah, being here, watching her friend Fred and Miles playing football, having a laugh was more exciting then sitting at home doing nothing. She contemplated texting Melissa, to see if she was free later on tonight to have just a girlie sleepover, but then she remembered that her friend was in class, so she couldn't ask her now.

However, as she was sitting there, she heard her ring tone beginning to play - Kyrptonite by 3 Doors Down. "Hello?" She answered the phone, her voice a little wary and confused as the number has come up unknown.
"Hello, is this Erin Hargreaves?" Said a quite deep male voice, who also sounded a little sympathetic. Oh dear, that was never good.
"Yes, this is she. Who is this?" She asked, trying to keep her voice quite happy, so that this strange man wouldn't realise the worry in her voice.
"This is Dr Michael Chattenham from the State General Hospital. I have some bad news for you, Miss Hargreaves. I'm sorry to say that your parents plane on their way to Nigeria this morning was caught in some bad turbulence, and a storm hit them, causing the plane to crash into the sea. We were able to rescue your father from the freezing sea, but we couldn't find your mother. We believe that she drowned into the plane crash and sank down to the bottom of the sea. We will be bringing your father here as soon as possible, so could you please try and make your way here? I'm sorry for your loss, and we will see you later, Miss Hargreaves." And with that, the doctor hung up the phone.

Choked sobs escaped the blonde's mouth, tears having began to trickle down her cheeks as she was first told of the crash. Her mother was dead. Her father in a very bad condition in the hospital. Her hands were shaking, and her phone slipped out of them, but she didn't care. The girl stared blankly ahead, tears now streaming down her face as she tried to wrap her head around the situation. She tried to breath, but all that came out were sobs of sorrow and grief.

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Re: The Feeling's Mutual [ic, closed]

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So, well, as scheduled, Miles had practice with the boys for the game. Sure, he was a bit rusty, especially having talked to the girl who gave him strange feelings every time they met, but after a while he kind of got the hang of himself again. He was getting focused, getting pumped and all that, when Fred suddenly stopped and looked in Erin's direction, seeing her bend over crying. The young guy ran over to her and took a squat next to her, trying to figure out what could be wrong with the girl that he rarely saw crying randomly.

"Hey, Erin, what's wrong?" he asked. Soon enough, Miles had caught attention of this too and ran in Erin's direction, taking a similar spot next to Fred.

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Re: The Feeling's Mutual [ic, closed]

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Erin couldn't move, speak or anything. She was just... dying slowly inside. Her adoptive mother, but the only mother that she had ever know had been killed in a plane crash, and was lost somewhere at sea. Her father was stuck in a hospital, possibly half dead and near leaving this world. She wanted to get there, to be with her dad and just hold his hand and cry, console him, be consoled, wish him better and wish her mother back to life. But there was nothing that she could do. Her body wasn't even going to let her move. She was frozen, her emotions frozen too.

The girl felt someone crouch down next to her, the tears falling down her cheeks and the sobs not stopping despite the fact that there was company around her now. Then she felt someone else enter her private space, and she just looked up, the first movement that she had done since the bad news had entered her ears. "F...F-Fred... My... p-parents... crash... m-mum... d-dea--" She said quietly, her voice failing her as well as everything else. She hadn't realised who the other person was that was sitting with her yet, but as she turned her head and saw Miles, she pretty much collapsed. Her back bent over so that her forehead was pressing into her knees and she cried.


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"Erin? Rinny, what's happened to ya? Rin. Rin," Fred said, his tone of voice increasingly getting worried as Erin's sobs started to get louder. It was as if she was getting less and less like her as each sob emitted from her throat. The sound made his heart sink so much, but to Miles, it broke his. He'd never actually seen her cry with that amount of pain ever, and now he didn't know if he should comfort her or just leave her to cry or even just to talk to her. He had absolutely no clue.

"Erin, come on, tell me what's wrong..."

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Erin couldn't speak at all, that was evident. She couldn't move, speak, or do anything. She wanted to tell Fred. She wanted to hold him close to her, to cry into his shoulders and to just tell him everything, but she couldn't. Her body wouldn't let her move, and she couldn't even get a coherent sentence out of her mouth. And for Miles? Oh god, how it must be for him to see her like that? He really didn't like her all that much, did he? So seeing her cry like this? It had to be something that the male should have enjoyed. But as she slowly lifted her head up, the tears still falling down her cheeks, she saw something. Maybe it was the tears that were clouding her eyes that made her see this, but it looked as if there was actually pain on the other male's face. He looked like he was in pain because she was, something that she had never thought she would see in a million years. Slowly the blonde straightened herself out, the tears beginning to cease as the shock coursed through her, making her body immobile to do anything, even crying would be hard.

"S-Someone... g-get me-me to th-the hos-h-hospital..."

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"The hospital?" Fred asked. "Oh, right, the hospital. Your wish is my command, madam."
"Fred, uhm, could you stay here with her for a while, I need to go sort things out with the coach," Miles said, and he promptly put a hand on her shoulder before running off a few feet away to get closer to the coach, who was watching from afar.
"Hey, coach!" Miles yelled. "We're ditching practice today!"
"Wha-- You've got to be kidding me Durand."
"Would you refuse to comfort someone crying? Huh? She can't even move. What if it was Lila? Wouldn't you have comforted your daughter?"
The coach paused for a while, a look of hesitation coming over him, before he sighed.
"Go, before I change my mind."
With a smile on Miles's face, he ran back, but it immediately disappeared when he saw her again.
"We're takin' my car," Fred said. He immediately picked up Erin and the two boys ran to the parking area, where Fred's blue pickup was parked. With Miles's help, he got the girl in the rear seat, and Miles followed after to make sure that she was alright. They soon zoomed away in the direction of the hospital.

"E-Erin," Miles said quietly. "Erin, what's wrong?"
"Yeah, Rinny. What's up?"

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Erin just gave one short nod with Fred said that going to the hospital was his command, her eyes staring blankly ahead. She could practically see her mother loosing her life in front of her eyes - her body getting colder and colder as she tried to tread water, but keeps falling under... the water getting into her lungs, choking and spluttering and trying to look for her husband... slowly, her eyes getting heavier and heavier, until finally, she just couldn't keep them open any more, the coldness getting to her body, making her arms and legs stop moving... and slowly, she slipped under the crashing waves, never to be seen again. Tears came to the girls eyes as this image in her head, and she barely felt the movement next to her as Miles shifted into the back seat beside her. Hell, she didn't even remember being moved into the car itself.

Without even thinking about it, her subconscious wanting some comforting, the girl moved her hand so that it was just lightly resting on top of Miles', her eyes still just staring blankly forward. "Plane c-crash.... mum's dead... dad's in hospital... please.. just drive.." Erin whispered without any emotion, closing her eyes now, dropping back onto the seat, her head tilting up ever so slightly.

Why did this have to happen to her?

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Miles tried his very best to fight with his conscience. Inside, there was such a turmoil brewing up. So much conflict over what to do; should he comfort Erin and possibly risk a rift between them (which is what he never wanted in the first place), or stay there just asking how she was. He just didn't know. It was just so hard. Sometimes, he wished he'd gotten off on the right foot with her, but now, he didn't know. Maybe it was just from what he'd done for her that she was being nice to him so suddenly. He didn't know for sure. Unconsciously, though, he extended an arm to wrap around her shoulders and pull her closer to him in a comforting hug. He felt very embarrassed for this but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel like the butterflies inside his stomach were about to rip out of him. In that moment, he felt like he could fly, even though the hug was momentary; he could expect the worst from her soon enough.

"Dammit, we're fucking stuck in traffic," Fred said, looking at the slow-moving lines of cars ahead of him. "What the heck. Erin, you hang in there, alright? We'll make it through this GODDAMNED BULLSHIT!" The two last words were uttered at a driver that was honking right behind them.

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Erin kind of fell into Miles' side gently as he pulled her into a hug, the first signs of proper comforting that she had gotten since she had found out the news about her mother's demise, and her father's struggle to keep his life in hospital. She felt his arm wrap around her, which was kind of awkward in the car, but it was oddly comforting. She knew that Fred hugging her close to his chest like this would be comforting too, but there was just something different about the way that Miles held her; close enough to make her feel like she couldn't be harmed by anything else, but lightly enough as if he believed her to be something that could break with one wrong touch.

Not even caring any more, and just nodding a couple of times when Fred shouted about the traffic, Erin shifted a little in her seat so that she could cuddle into Miles some more. She wasn't sure how he'd react, but all she really needed was just a hug right now. Her arm wrapped around his side, the one furthest away from her, and she pressed her face into his chest as the tears began to fall from her eyes once more.

She just couldn't believe what had happened...

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Miles was surprised to find that Erin had actually leaned into his hug. He couldn't help it. He was so typically hard, but now just seeing her do that small gesture made him melt a little bit inside. He was, if not extremely, happy that he was able to have the chance to hold her like this, even if it was only temporary. He needed this right now too. He had so much running through his mind and this was just the right distraction from it all. His hand made its way to the back of her head, and he gently held it as she cried on his chest, letting all her sadness about the loss of her mother and the possibly fragile state her father was in just flow in all the warm tears and all the painful sobs that sent pangs and pangs of pain and anxiety and worry for the girl. Pulling her in closer, he tried his best not for the moment to seem too awkward. She needed this now. He needed this now.

"Oh, come on, would you believe these sons o' guns? I mean, come on, MOVE IT GODDAMNIT. WE HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY," Fred yelled out the window of his pick-up. "I'm sorry, Rinny, Artie, it's takin' too long."
Before long, however, he noticed the two cuddling in the back seat and, as discreetly as possible, went back to his yelling. This is greaaat, he thought to himself while yelling. All they need are a couple more nudges. Not that I'm not worried about Mr and Mrs H. Oh, man, what am I thinking? We're here to see if Mr H's alive, goddamnit. Frederick McCalister, sometimes ya just a big prick.
"Erin, it's fine, just let it out," Miles said gently to Erin in, surprisingly, a calm tone of voice. "You're gonna see your... Your dad again."

He hesitated at the word 'dad', primarily because he hadn't much of a father. He wished that he was her sometimes, having a family that cared, but he shrugged it off to try and get her back into whatever spirits she had previous, even if it was just a little bit.

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If Erin hadn't been crying so much, and hadn't been so depressed and sad in her current situation, she would have been almost shocked at how Miles was reacting to her embrace. She didn't think he would have held her this close, and this delicately, but he did. If she hadn't been thinking about her mother, and her father in pain in the hospital, the butterflies in her stomach wouldn't be ones of sickness, but they would have been ones of happiness, of longing from more from the male that he was hugged up to, but she couldn't have him. It was good that there was something else distracting her from her thoughts of wanting more than being just acquaintance with Miles.

The tears were flowing even more now with the calming and soothing words from Miles, her hand tightening on his side as he said that she was going to see her father again. "I... I h-hope so...." Was the only words that came out of her mouth, the words obviously muffled a little by Miles' top, but she didn't care. She just wanted to see her mother and father again, for them to hold her just like Miles was doing now... and for Miles to do this again. "T-Thank... th-thank you..." she said quietly, being able to lift her head for a moment, so that her bright blue eyes that were clouded by tears were looking into his. "T-Thank you..."

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"It's fine," he said to her with a soft smile, holding her back to him. Right now, he was just floating on air. A blush spread right across his cheeks just in the nick of time, and he found it hard to maintain eye contact with her. She was just beautiful to him, but his gaze flickered to so many different places in the car, even the ones he'd gone through a million times. "Y-you just... Uhm... Yeah... Just hold on, relax and... E-everything's gonna be okay, now."

"FINALLY. Dumbasses decided to move," Fred said with a mix of relief and anger as the traffic finally eased.

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Despite the tears that were falling down her face, ruining her make up, and the feeling of a black hole inside her stomach taking up every feeling that it could and just swallowing it into nothingness, Erin forced herself to send Miles a small, genuine smile, showing truly how much she really did care for him; she could still manage to send him a smile, even though she was going through pain - that had to mean something, didn't it? If she hadn't of been in her predicament with her family, and this was just another day where she was hanging out with Fred, then she would have giggled at his poor attempt to keep eye contact with her, but obviously, she couldn't bring herself to do so, and she just lay back down again, hugging into his chest once more.

She wasn't sure if he would be okay with her hugging him like this, but she felt comforted by his arms around her, and just his embrace had calmed her tears a little. "H-How... how l-long until we-we're the-there?" She asked Fred, her voice still failing her, as she believed it would for quite some time.

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"Not long, Rin, not long," Fred reassured as they were starting to drive smoothly.

The whole drive was spent silent. Fred was still driving and fussing about people who were slowing them down, and Miles still held Erin close to him. It became so natural to just hold her like this, even if he thought that it'd be wrong just to do so. She could never like him. No, she just needed a hug now. He'd guess that she'd be the same old Erin when they got back to school. She'd probably hate him all over again. That he couldn't exactly bear with, but it was reality and he had to stare it in the face yet again. Pretty soon enough, they'd reached the State General Hospital, and Miles helped the poor girl out, still in shock and could possibly just land on her face if she got out of the car. Up front, they saw a doctor, who apparently recognized Erin.

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Erin just stayed curled up on Miles' chest for the rest of the drive to the hospital, not moving or speaking, just staying completely still. She barely breathed, kept her eyes closed so that she didn't have to blink and it actually helped her a little. It meant that she didn't have to think about movement or anything, and that she only had to think about her parents. Her mother was gone, her father could leave her at any point, and there was no other family that could look after her if anything happened to her father. She'd be alone, which is something that shot fear through her heart. Please God... he's my dad.... my daddy... please... let my daddy live.. She thought, before the car came to a stop, and Miles was moving from underneath her.

He slowly helped her out of the car, a small 'thank you' coming from the blonde's mouth as her feet touched the floor, the thoughts going through Miles' head were the same ones going through Erin's - yes, she would have fallen on her face and not moved if she had gotten out of the car on her own. However, as they walked into the hospital, for some reason Erin didn't let go of Miles' hand. She gripped it tightly as the doctor came towards her, the fingers that she had laced with his tightening even more.
"Ah, Erin I presume. I'm Dr Chattenham - I spoke to you on the phone." Erin couldn't talk, her mouth and voice still failing her, so she just nodded. "Well, your father is still in a very fragile condition, and he's in intensive care after the surgery that was needed to remove the shrapnel from his abdomen, chest and legs. If you just sit out here in the waiting room, someone will come and get you when you will be allowed to see him." The doctor said without any emotion on his face, not even realising how blunt and insensitive he had been, before he just walked off.

Erin pretty much collapsed into the chair behind her, her eyes staring blankly in front of her at the plain white wall, her fingers still entwined with Miles'.

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"E-Erin?" Miles worriedly said as Erin collapsed into the chair. He'd never seen her this devastated about something. What he'd usually see is her crying in the hallway when the cheerleaders and the other popular girls would pick on her and when a certain guy on his team would try to take advantage of her. That was heartbreaking, this was worse. He held onto her hand as best as much as he could. She needed it so much, and he wouldn't bother taking that away from her.

"Erin, it's okay," he said slowly to her. "Your dad's gonna be fine. I'm pretty sure he's in stable condition."

Dr Murphy, calling Dr Murphy, please proceed to Station 3.

"He'll make it. That much I can assure you," Miles said, collecting her in another hug while Fred stood there smiling suspiciously at him.

A blonde woman, who seemed to be a doctor in the hospital, approached the two with a face just dead, but filled with emotion at the same time.
"Miles Durand, shouldn't you be at soccer practice?" she said with an eye raised. "And Jane? Where is she?"
"Relax, ma, she's home with Stuart," he said in an exasperated tone. "Why the heck would I leave Jane alone at school?"
"Precisely. Now, go back to practice or I will personally kick your ass," she said.
"Erhm, Miss Murphy, we're here to accompany a friend of ours. You see, her dad's been in a plane crash. Ya know, the one at sea. Yeah. She needs us now. Not to sound rude," Fred said with respect, but with a hint of mischievousness behind it too.
"Whatever. Just get it over with," she said, ruffling her son's hair.

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Re: The Feeling's Mutual [ic, closed]

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Erin closed her eyes in the chair, trying to stop the tears from falling down her face. How could she be fine? How could she get passed this? Her mother, her mum, was dead. There was no way to recover from something as devastating as that, was there? And they didn't even find her mother's body, so there would be nothing to say goodbye to either. Plus, her father? If anything happened to him, the petite blonde girl didn't know what the hell she would do - she'd be lost. Her parents meant everything to her, and with only one, life would be sad. But without either of them? That'd be hell. She leant her forehead into Miles' shoulder as the male's arms enveloped her in another hug, making her feel safe, warm and protected again.

She kind of zoned out when the woman doctor arrived, walking up to the three of them. Her mind went back to her family, her broken family now, and she wondered what was going to happen after her dad got better, which he was fucking definitely going to do. She didn't know what life would be like without her mother there to give her a hug every morning and night, to leave the bathroom mirror all smudged after having a shower, to cook amazing meals for the family, and without just her love. It wasn't going to be right.

"I.... I'm... sorry." She stammered out, still with her hand linked in Miles'. "I... I didn't m-mean to ta-take him from pra-practice..." She said, before her slightly red eyes, from all the crying, locked onto the male who's comfort she loved. "You... y-you can g-go back if yo-you want.. B-Both of y-you... I'll... I sh-should be... o-okay.."

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