Another Night in the Rehearsal Room PV AngelFyre McCubbin F

Who was Simon to pressure someone into something they didn't want to do? "Alright, time you shall have," he said, still not really sure what soul searching she needed to do here. In his mind, you either wanted to be with someone and you gave it a try to see how things went or - you didn't. He didn't like this in limbo sort of situation that they were entering and still didn't know how long it would last. How was he to ever know when she would be ready?

"Hopefully you'll be able to get some sleep tonight. Today wasn't as brutal," he gave her a small smile and slowly began to get up. They had met there together at supper time which meant curfew would be approaching and he didn't want her to get in trouble. He knew it was nearly time because it was at the end of the day that the portrait people began to assemble their chairs in their paintings back the way they were supposed to be and not so close to view. Soon, the Rehearsal Room would rest empty for the evening and the portrait people could return to whatever it was that portrait people did. Simon was still rather unclear how all that worked but it fascinated him all the same.

"Can I walk you back to the Common Room?" he glanced over his shoulder as he went to grab his bag that was placed down on the ground near the piano bench. He brought it over his shoulder, not needing to be super gentle because Rascal wasn't in there right now - instead he was back sleeping away within his dormitory.

Honestly, AngelFyre was completely flummoxed. She was not so dense as to not understand Simon's feelings were hurt. All she was asking was that they keep the relationship status quo for a little while longer. If it had been good enough that Simon had wanted her to be his girlfriend, why was it any less valuable to him now all of a sudden? She had tried to make it clear to him eighteen different ways from Sunday that she was crazy about him. Heck, the whole school, unfortunately, knew it, and that was a large part of the very reason she had asked for a little time. So what, exactly, was she missing here?

The icy politeness was unbearable. Simon had just shut down and shut her out. He had not even responded to her about whether he still wanted to visit over spring break. Maybe the silence on that question was her answer. She was learning they were similar, unfortunately, in this respect. She assumed he was processing all of this, or she hoped that is what he was doing because if this is where he had landed with no room to move his position anywhere else, they were doomed.

As she watched him get up and move to the bench to gather his things, she was trying to think of the things that snapped her out of these moments when she was having them. Really, more often than not, it was just time away from the person or the situation. Fantastic. She was the person and the situation he needed to be away from at the moment, but would he decide to extend that... to oh let us say... forfreakingever?

She tried to remember the reasons people get angry. Most often because they are hurt, embarrassed, scared, insulted, and a few others she could not pull forward right then. He was hurt. Check. Embarrassed? Maybe, but AngelFyre did not think so. Insulted? Check. He was delivered a rejection tonight, no matter how AngelFyre had tried to soften it. But it was the notion of his being afraid that kept tickling her brain. Something told her this was the heart of it, and if she could crack this, there might be some hope.

She lifted herself up, wiped her slacks of any dust that might have clung to her pantlegs, and she had a flash of possible brilliance.

"Yes, I would like that very much. And if you can spare just a few minutes more after we get back there, Simon, I have something for you."

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