06-19-2005, 10:55 PM
Angelee had spent her life learning to deal with disappointment. She had learn to mask it very well. As she sat there petting her dog, she looked at Cameron's door.
"He couldn't handle it, let it go. He's ran away before. He might come back, he might not. Besides, it's not like we were exclusive."
Standing up, she watched as the others came in and began to fill the living area that Mulder was sitting in, waiting for an explanation of what had happened.
"Ah ain't up for this. Ah'm still recouping." she pushed some of that wild long pink hair out of her face and pushed open her bedroom door. Soon afterward, the soft refains of Brook Benton's "Rainy Night in Georgia" began to spill from behind the door.
She sat there for a few long moments, listening to the music and the sound of the waves crashing against the beach below. Her dark eyes scanned the beach for any signs of life, signs she wanted. But nothing.
"Get over it already." she told herself in a muttered curse under her breath.
"Maybe I should go find John and get good and drunk." she looked over her shoulder to where the door stood half open and smiled. That sounded like an excellent idea. She had spent entirely too much time mooning over Cameron Angus in her life. If he wanted her, he'd just have to stand in line.
AJ stood up, walked over to the door and called out to her buddy John.
"Hey Starlin', Ah got a bottle of Jamacian Rum and a bikini...you up for it?"
"He couldn't handle it, let it go. He's ran away before. He might come back, he might not. Besides, it's not like we were exclusive."
Standing up, she watched as the others came in and began to fill the living area that Mulder was sitting in, waiting for an explanation of what had happened.
"Ah ain't up for this. Ah'm still recouping." she pushed some of that wild long pink hair out of her face and pushed open her bedroom door. Soon afterward, the soft refains of Brook Benton's "Rainy Night in Georgia" began to spill from behind the door.
She sat there for a few long moments, listening to the music and the sound of the waves crashing against the beach below. Her dark eyes scanned the beach for any signs of life, signs she wanted. But nothing.
"Get over it already." she told herself in a muttered curse under her breath.
"Maybe I should go find John and get good and drunk." she looked over her shoulder to where the door stood half open and smiled. That sounded like an excellent idea. She had spent entirely too much time mooning over Cameron Angus in her life. If he wanted her, he'd just have to stand in line.
AJ stood up, walked over to the door and called out to her buddy John.
"Hey Starlin', Ah got a bottle of Jamacian Rum and a bikini...you up for it?"
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