sogaboring (12:27:43 AM): hi
annas song (12:28:09 AM): What the fuck is wrong with you?

sogaboring (12:28:15 AM): pardon me?

annas song (12:28:47 AM): That is all you have to say for yourself?

sogaboring (12:29:17 AM): seriously you're mad at me? what happened to
being friends?

annas song (12:29:55 AM): It doesn't work when you attack my mates, in
jealous fits of rage.

sogaboring (12:30:24 AM): oh come on, the kid was practically begging for it

annas song (12:30:53 AM): What?!

annas song (12:31:09 AM): Seriously I would like to hear your skewed
version of reasoning behind that.

sogaboring (12:31:29 AM): well, he admitted to being him. proof enough

annas song (12:37:07 AM): You know the part of me that wants to be
your friend is the same part of me that hopes one day you will come to
your senses and stop being a stubborn arse, so that maybe one day we
can work things out, but with every fight and every stupid stunt you
pull that part of me deteriorates a little bit more.

sogaboring (12:38:02 AM): i'm sorry?

sogaboring (12:38:22 AM): he could have easily fought back, he wasn't
a small dude

annas song (12:38:54 AM): Yeah, well that just isn't god enough. And
that doesn't justify your choices.

annas song (12:39:55 AM): Leave my friends alone, you gave up the
right to interfere with my decisions so don't.

sogaboring (12:40:22 AM): i just wanted to let him know that if he
hurts you, i got your back

annas song (12:40:56 AM): Words would have been a lot more effective.

sogaboring (12:41:33 AM): words and i don't mesh well these days

annas song (12:42:25 AM): Oh, well why didn't you say so! That makes
everything fine and dandy.

sogaboring (12:43:09 AM): i said i was sorry, fuck. it's not like i
hurt him that badly

annas song (12:45:06 AM): I don't care. You shouldn't have hurt him
period. You had no right and I told you to leave him the fuck alone.
Maybe if you learned to listen I wouldn't have walked out on, actually
no that isn;t true because you would have probbly found something else
to go and fuck up.

sogaboring (12:45:43 AM): I'M SORRY

annas song (12:46:53 AM): No, I am sorry, because I don't want to
forgive you...not for this.

sogaboring (12:47:27 AM): well, in all honesty the kid should have fought back

annas song (12:47:58 AM): Just shut up! Nothing you can say right now
will make what you did right so just stop.

sogaboring (12:48:28 AM): okay, you started it in the first place

annas song (12:49:04 AM): Oh, this should be good, please...enlighten
me. How exactly did I start this?

sogaboring (12:49:22 AM): you were all "why did you beat him up! grrr"

annas song (12:49:58 AM): You make it really hard to remember why I
ever loved you.

sogaboring (12:51:41 AM): ouch

sogaboring (12:52:06 AM): look

sogaboring (12:52:09 AM): i'll just leave you alone

sogaboring (12:52:21 AM): i'm sorry if i pissed off your boyfriend

annas song (12:52:42 AM): He's not my boyfriend!

sogaboring (12:52:49 AM): okay!

annas song (12:55:11 AM): You honestly think I am gonna jump right
into it when obviously I still haven't managed to end this...whatever
this is. And I am glad that I hurt you, because now you know how I
feel pretty much everytime you open your mouth. And what makes me even
more angry is the fact that no matter how much better off I would be
without you I can't bring myself to just cut you off.

sogaboring (12:56:09 AM): i have to work at like... 6 tomorrow. i'm

gonna get some sleep. maybe you could come see me at the market? we
can continue this lovely conversation there

annas song (12:56:53 AM): Whatever, try not to bludgeon anyone in your sleep.

sogaboring (12:57:05 AM): i didn't bludgeon him

annas song (12:57:48 AM): Why do you have to do that?

sogaboring (12:57:53 AM): do what?

annas song (12:58:14 AM): Be so painstakingly literal about everything

sogaboring (12:58:34 AM): i was born and raised that way.

sogaboring (12:58:42 AM): anyway, good night ana

annas song (12:58:55 AM): bye.



Working wasn't exactly fun. Sure he entertained himself by chatting with the guys he worked with but really it was him, cleaning fish and earning himself a nice odor. At
least he got paid for it right? Oliver had decided to take a break from all his hard work and he pulled his gloves off, grabbing the apple that he had brought just in case he got peckish and he made his way away from the fish smell, biting into the hard red apple. He
barely got any sleep the previous evening, he spent a lot of time trying to figure out how he could make Ana less angry with him.

Ana arrived, not really sure why she went there, nor what she would say. Upset was the understatement of the century, when it came to describing how she felt. She saw one of the
guys she knew, or at least remembered having spoken to before and asked where Oliver had gone. He pointed in a direction and that is the way she went. When she saw him she felt her stomach flip, she crossed her arms trying to strengthen her resolve.

When he turned around to toss the apple core into the trash he noticed the familiar face and he bit down on his lower lip. A quick wipe off of the apple juices on his hand and Oliver waved to her, before walking a bit to meet her half way. "Hey," he said, offering a bit of a smile, "You still angry?" he asked.

She merely rolled her eyes. Whatever momentary trepidation she felt, quickly dissipated. Why was she there? She walked passed him and sat down where he had been sitting just
moments before. "What am I suppose to do?"

"You're supposed to forgive me for getting into a fight and not hate me for that anymore so that we can still be friends?" Were they ever really friends? To be completely honest, he didn't know what was going on with their relationship. Just that they were broken up and she was perpetually pissed off at him for some reason. Who knew. He shrugged. "I said I was sorry."

"There is difference between getting into a fight and seeking someone out and attacking them. You know that doesn't even matter..I shouldn't have to explain this a grown bloke.
and I most certainly am not going to forgive you just because you said sorry. Maybe when you stop fucking up everything I might consider it."

"I really wasn't aware that I was fucking everything up." he said, shrugging his shoulders and closing his eyes. "Look, I just wanted you to come here so we could talk so that you
could forgive me or something. It was stupid so I dont know why you even came. You knew you weren't gonna." What else was there to say, he could say he was sorry a dozen times and yet she seemed sure that she wasn't going to forgive him for it. The kid had it coming to him, Oliver wasn't all that nice when it came to other people having the
things he loved.

"That's your problem nothing you do is ever wrong. You can say sorry a million times and it doesn't matter because you don't mean it! You hurt an innocent guy for no other reason than you felt like it. Because you thought that he and I were involved. Maybe if you didn't push me away to begin with you wouldn't have to worry whether or not I was seeing another guy." she stopped to catch her breath, she hated to cry but he wound her up s easily with his indifference. Wiping at her face furiously she continued. "I can't do
this anymore...I just can't so you are going to choose here and now
what you want because this isn't working."

"The things I do are wrong, I can accept that." he told her, "I mean hell, I doubt I've ever made a good decision in my life." Oli shrugged and closed his eyes, leaning back
against the wall. "I shouldn't have hurt him, I get that. I should have just let it go but I would have thought you'd have known that I'd get pissed at the dude. I'm not exactly you know... good at hiding that sort of emotion. What is it that I'm supposed to choose from? I
mean.... make it an easy choice please." he told her, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I can't do this uncertainty anymore, Oli. I can't have you in my life if all you are going to do is make me uttery miserable. The choice is simple...if you want to part of my life, than make me want to have you around because if you can't do that then just
walk away and don't look back." She ran her hands through her hair and cradled her head. She couldn't bare to look at him because whatever answer he gave held a terrifying prospect.

He thought about it for a moment. A long paused moment where all that was going through his head were the words 'What the Hell am I supposed to do?' over and over and over, images of him smashing his head off a brick wall, etc. Painful, but truth. He sighed, and finally looked at her. "I'll try but you knowing who I am should keep in mind that I'm not easily changed."

She picked up her head a sense of shock evident on her face. She was certain that he would walk away. But his revelation only brought on a sea of confusion. "I...what?" she managed
to sputter out. "What does this mean?" she said standing up. her eyes fixed on his face studious of every twitch and motion...it was impossible to read him but right now trying was the only thing that seemed to make sense.

"What does it mean? It means that I'll try. Seriously, want me to spell it out fo-" he stopped himself and shook his head, "See, I figure it goes like this... I could just try
forgetting you and constantly run into you even though it's a big city, or I could try to fix whatever is wrong and make seeing you easier. Even if it's only friends or whatever..." he said, looking down at the ground by now.

She sighed and moved closer to him. She hesitantly reached out and pulled herself against him. She rested her head on his shoulder and wept softly against it. She shut her eyes
tightly having forgotten how much she had missed him. She let the embrace linger a little before pulling away slightly and looking him in the eyes. "Thank you." she said simply.

The moment she was touching him, Oliver let out a sigh, slowly letting himself hug her back. When she pulled away, he looked at her, "You're welcome?" He wasn't sure what she was
thanking him for but he'd take it. He was just happy that she didn't smack him.

She had wanted to finish that with 'for not being an asshole' but figured it would ruin the moment. She stood there a moment letting herself be held looking into his sad eyes
before clearing her throat and pulled away. "Right, well. I should probably let you get back to work. But if you don't mind I would like to stop by your place to see Ruby for a bit...and maybe when you get done with work we can go get some dinner or something?"

"Oh, yeah that's cool. She probably needs the company anyway. She's been kinda eh lately, sad and whatnot." he told her, rubbing at his arm. Out in a public place, being seen
getting all sappy and what... could damage a guys reputation right? He dug into his pocket and grabbed his keychain, pulling off the extra key and handing it to her, "Just lock up when you're done, if you leave." he said, offering a smile. "Dinner might be nice, after a
shower."

"Or two..."she quipped. She took the key and gave a half embarrassed smile. Only a few days ago she had given this back to him. She had no intention of leaving this was the place she thought when she spoke of home. And she missed it. Besides if they were going to dinner it would be pointless for her to go all the way back to her room just to come back. She needed to justify what she was doing. It was the only thing that she could do to keep herself from jumping to conclusions or letting her expectations get to hight.

"Yeah yeah, I smell bad, I get it." he said, rolling his eyes mostly in a playful manner. He knew just how badly he smelled, afterall it had been his choice to work in the fish market, and he actually enjoyed his job for the most part. As for her staying at his place, he didn't see the issue with that, he was used to it being that way anyway. He's just get home, shower and barely notice she was there until he was full and ready to hang out.

"Alright, so I will see you later then." she said with a smile and a wave. She started to walk away but not before stopping for a moment and glancing back. Things had gone suprisingly better than she had anticipated. In fact she had come with full intention of using the fish gutting tools on him. She was glad none the less of the outcome.