Funny story, I somehow ended up listening to that song on repeat (BECAUSE SOMEONE MADE ME THINK OF IT) somewhere in the middle of this chapter, and kept typing till I reached the end. I think the lyrics (and the chapter title) ended up hitting better on this one than the previous, especially at the end.
Fatal is my favorite flaw, it's a lesson I can't seem to learn no matter how hard I try. Maybe these two can, and I'll learn something from the journey.
Both of them make me want to yell. I know what Corey's problem is, but Nathan has completely lost his center, or never really had it to begin with. Nathan is being impulsive, it's what the anger makes him do. And without Corey to balance it out and make it go away, well gasoline on a fire.
Also Nathan's cleaning habits is born from me, it's what I do when something is wrong. I'll scrub everything especially if I'm actually mad. Usually it was my ex's signal that he'd done something (or not done something) because he'd come home and smell bleach and yell "I don't know what I did but I'm sorry!"
I spent that following weekend wallowing in my own thoughts. To keep my brother off the scent, I came home and told him about that evening, about how cool Corey's parents were. To give him something juicy to chew on I even told him about the kiss in Corey's bedroom and how we had rubbed our lips raw that night.
I felt bad for not sharing the part that was bugging me, nor did I share the tense moment Corey and I had before I left. It felt like I was starting to slip back into my old patte
I want to repeat my previous question, but my family has a history of telling authority where they can shove it now I get where all this aggression comes from when trying to be forced into submission by the Drewth.
That's the way I feel about the ones I currently have going. They wouldn't have gotten posted at all had I not been doing it as I went, because it took me 21 years to get over the fear of actually posting it. The first Chapter of one of my currently running stories I wrote in 2005. It literally sat in an archive folder forgotten till spring of last year. I found another one I haven't told anyone about that was like 5 chapters in, and I've been cleaning it up and adding to it. Hell I've got completed yet un submitted entries for the 2006, 2007, 2008 and 2009 Anthologies for crying out loud.
Sometimes you have to do it from the seat of your pants. Or it'll never get read.