Dorian DeLoughrey
"I won’t make fun of what a 14-year-old DeLoughrey wrote. That’s a right of passage.”
“Hey, nooo. I did that only because of you so you don’t have the right to do that,” he lightly shook his head, a smile not leaving his face, even after she brought her lips to his again. “But when was I ever able to stop you from doing something,” adding, he got up after her, watching her get her clothes on before doing the same thing. Before hearing words he never expected. “I missed you too…” he also whispered after a few seconds, smiling at her. And he did, no matter how much he hated her for that. Not her but what she did. As he put on his shirt she came towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck and making him wrap his around her waist. Then pulling her in for a tighter hug. “I don’t want to say it’s okay because it’s not… but hey, you are here now. That’s what matters,” he whispered, closing his eyes and holding her for as long as she let him, before kissing him again and then jumping on his back.
“Jess, we’re here,” Dorian softly spoke up as soon as they reached his tent, looking back at Jessica with a sweet smile on, noticing she was still asleep. And if he knew what would happen just moments after that he wouldn’t wake her up. As soon as she got down he turned to face her, keeping the smile, but it wasn’t hard to do that. A smile that soon disappeared when he heard what she said but not because he didn’t feel like smiling - because he didn’t expect to hear that. A reason why she left. Something he wanted to know from that same day. “Okay,” he whispered, lightly nodding before she grabbed his hand and lead them to his tent. He will finally know what went wrong. Or not. What he thought was temporary happiness really was that.
Her next words he didn’t understand until he saw what she did - Emily sleeping in his tent. “No. Jessica, wait,” he quickly ran after her, attempting to grab her hand and stop her from walking away. Attempting to explain what was happening… not that he knew. He just knew he didn’t want to see Emily and somehow she is always there. “Hey, listen to me!” He quickly added but he didn’t really have luck. He didn’t have a chance to say anything else, he could see how annoyed Jessica was.
Once again she was leaving but this time he got to watch her do it. It was too good to be real. He should’ve known that… and he did the moment she didn’t walk away from him at the waterfall. The moment he felt happy again. The moment they started talking as if nothing was ever wrong. Too good to be real. And quicker than he expected it, things went back to normal, the new normal he was fearing as he held her in her arms just minutes ago but he’s done it once and he can do it again. The same thing can’t hurt twice. Not as much… but sometimes maybe it could hurt more. He couldn’t really tell. The only thing he was hoping for was a chance to explain this… if it would even matter.
He was standing there for a while, even after he couldn’t see her anymore. Just blankly staring at nothing before realizing the girl that caused all of this was probably still in his tent. Not probably, she was. Of course she was, where else would she be? So with slow steps, he went back.
“I’m giving you 5 seconds to leave,” was the only thing he mumbled looking out into the distance while holding the tent open and waiting for the girl that was inside to leave. He didn’t even want to look at her, not now, not ever again. He didn’t care if she heard him if she was trying to talk to him, he didn’t even give her those 5 seconds. Instead, he got in right after and started throwing out the clothes she was probably wearing before this “little surprise”, clothes that were pushed to the side. “I said I’m giving you five seconds to leave,” his voice starting to raise, still refusing to look at the girl as he threw out her stuff, one by one. And then the candles she brought in before his gaze landed on the polaroids that were spread on the ground. From the box. Something he didn’t notice when he first saw her there or got in after. So she didn’t just ruin something for him, she went through his stuff. “Leave,” he calmly said, lifting up the closest picture to him, a little memory. “Now,” this time he shouted after closing his eyes for a couple of seconds and then letting the picture fall down as he got up and turned to face her, finally looking at her with visible hurt in his eyes. “Don’t ever try to talk to me. Don’t come near me, I don’t want to see you ever again. I don’t like you, Emily,” he quickly added through a sarcastic chuckle, not caring if he hurt her feelings or not. Not really caring about anything. “Oh, sorry… I forgot you don’t know how to listen to people. No wonder Sadie replaced you,” was the last thing he said before holding the tent open for her once again.