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Originally Posted by Hermione_loves_Ron
"No," Jamie said. "It's alright. You don't need to have it. You don't need me to force you to do it." He shook his head, his curls bouncing and whipping around with more force than he'd used.
He walked over to the couter, to the girl who was playing cahsier. After a moment, he ordered the Triple Chocolate Death Milkshake and stood there waiting for her to give it to him. He couldn't face Bucky right now; he was upset and hurt. How could she... snap at him like that?
It almost seemed like she embarassed to be around him, with her reluctance and eye rolling. Maybe she just wanted to get away.
"I don't want you to apologize because you feel sorry," he mumbled.
Sighing, she ran a hand through her auburn hair and sighed. Glancing at the door behind her. It seemed she could only make matters worse. It wasn't her fault. Some people were just meant to be screw ups.
The fact that now Jamie wasn't even facing her only brought the news closer to home. She was definitely a screw up. Always saying the wrong things. Always doing the wrong things and an apology wasn't good enough already but she had meant it. She was sorry. What else was she supposed to do?
"Why do people apologize then?" She retorted. "If it isn't to say that they're sorry? That they regret saying or doing something that has caused pain to someone they care about? If you won't accept my apology then that's just fine just let me know if you want me to stay or not. I'll floo back home and get out of your view."
She shook her head at the lady in the chasier, unaware that she probably wondered what she meant about flooing back home. Bucky wasn't in the mood for anything with caffeine or, food or drink or for anything actually.