I Guess You're Not THAT Bad | HIZZIE

Chapter 10 - Back to Normal?

Hope POV
It's been a week. and now I;m finally coming out of this sort of haze I;ve been in. I can;t remember anything that led up to where i am right now, but I know i'm way too calm for the current situation I'm in. In bed, with Penelope, in MY room. I don't let anyone in my room, (other than Lizzie, maybe Josie on a good day now) so the fact that she's even in here is a warning sign. That;s when the weeks start coming back to me, the cookies, the time spent with Penelope, the fight, if that's what you want to call it (albeit it's a tad generous) it's all flashing back to me. Some of it admittedly is a bit embarrassing. I'm not one to shy away from PDA, but we went a little too far on the indecency spectrum. Not that I had much of a say. I conclude that I was drugged with a love potion. Seeing as Pens here is the only one who really benefited from it, I can only assume it was from her, the bitch.
I try to discreetly leave the room, deciding to deal with the fall out later. I do leave a note though saying, 'should've up the dosage bitch, be ready for some revenge, tribird style' I don't know what I plan to do to her yet, but I'm sure Lizzie will have some plans. I gotta apologize to the girl anyway, not just for the black eye, but also for just being a raging bitch to her the past week, even if it was out of my control. Flashing back to some of the worst moments really does suck, and the list of things that I;m embarrassed about just keeps growing the more I remember. It's quite sad, really.
I decide to head back to my room for now, and avoid ANY form of confrontation. It'lll end better if I have time to plan for it, at least I hope it will. I'm pretty good at avoiding problems.
Everything just feels so mixed up in my head. I... I did things this week, that I'm certainly not proud of, and they just.. happened, it's a terrible excuse, and that fact is only keeping me away from the Saltzams longer. I can't take this. I decided to go wolf out, hope that some form of clarification will come from it.
Lizzie POV
I'm in my room, resigned to staying away from even the mere sight of Hope or Satan. It's just horrible at this point. That is, until I see a familiar white coat dash past that makes me stop in my tracks. Homework can wait until later. This is the first time, in at least a week, that I haven't seen Hope clinging desperately against Penelope. This is a good sign. It's not a full moon, and even if it was, Hope can still control herself through those.
I make a quick decision, some would call idioctic, but, you know, I don't really think shit through. Kinda my whole motto.
Heading outside, I see the object of this now at least 20 minute excursion, Hope. Mikaelson. The one and only, but she hasn't seen me yet. Good. That way, I can at least get a bit of a conversion out of her before she scurries off. Well, maybe not a conversation, but a stern talking to while reading her eyes. I'm good enough at that anyway, it's pretty much the same thing, if you don't really look too closely.
"Hey Mikaelson!" I shout, a large puff of carbon dioxide blowing through the air, as I try not to freeze my ass off. I step closer. She hasn't moved since I called out to her. Good sign. She could've just run away, I wouldn't have been able to do anything, realistically. But the fact she's still here, means it's because she wants to be. That;s progress from last week, at least.
"Hope, I... I know right now there's been some, well to be frank, crazy shit going on around you and dropping me and Josie like that was a real dick move, but remembering and regarding our pasts, I'm sure you have a perfectly good Hope Mikaelson esc. explanation and I just wanted you to know that I'm ready to hear it. Anytime. Call me, you have the number."
After THAT word vomit I still for a while, until deciding that I've done everything I could at the moment, & turn to walk away. I make it about 4 steps until I'm tackled. Initially I'm worried, but it only takes half a second until I realize its Hope. I turn around in the snow, my face turning redder from the cold.
Hope licks some of the snow off, making me laugh. It tickles. Through my laughing, I concede. "Okay, okay, I'll talk to you later then?:" I ask through my smile.
With that, she hops up, wags her tail like a dog and rushes off into the forest. Seems like todays gonna be a good day.
Heading back to my room, I cheerfully skip every couple steps or so, which surprises everyone who's in the hallways. To be fair, I have been walking around like death, which, given the circumstances, is totally reasonable. Hope, well, she just really means a lot to me. & though I'll NEVER say that to her face, (unless I'm slammed, then all bets are off) and my fiend group wouldn't look nearly as badass. She balances out the wholesomeness that is MG and Josie. (no offense, guys)
I make it to my room, and decide that even though it's only 3PM, that;s s good of a time as any to prepare for a movie night. Josie's out right now, doing a favor for dad, but she's not who I'm planning on having it with anyway. I have a feeling that a certain special Tribrid is going to be coming over sooner or later tonight, and hopefully stay a while.