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thegirl20Title: Emotional Intelligence
Author: Angie (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Fandom: Popular
Pairing: Sam/Brooke
Prompt: wet
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy doesn't deserve them, but they remain his property.
A/N: Written in response to a challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sambrookeisotp.
People think too much nowadays. I mean, really, why must we over-analyse every aspect of our lives? No wonder we’re all half crazy.
Case in point: emotion. We can’t just feel how we feel, we have to put a name on it and then decide why we feel that particular way and why it makes us act one way instead of another.
Hate is a word that people use to describe a very strong emotion. It’s an all consuming, physical, claw-your-heart-out feeling that we often can’t explain or justify. So when people plucked that particular word out of the air in relation to my feelings towards Sam, I went with it. One word’s as good as another, right?
It’s easier to pretend to hate her than to try to figure out for myself how I feel. I know that she unearths parts of me I didn’t know existed. She makes me think (hence, current self-analysis), she makes me question, she makes me want.
Want. Now there’s a word. I used to think I knew what ‘want’ meant. I ‘want’ a new pair of shoes. I ‘want’ to be a cheerleader. I ‘want’ to be thinner.
I didn’t know what ‘want’ meant until I saw Sam taking a bath. God, I wanted then.
Samantha McPherson submerged in hot water and too many bubbles in my own bathtub. I don’t have to delve too deeply to describe my feelings when confronted with that image. I know how I felt.
I felt wet.
Author: Angie (
the_girl_20)Fandom: Popular
Pairing: Sam/Brooke
Prompt: wet
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy doesn't deserve them, but they remain his property.
A/N: Written in response to a challenge at
sambrookeisotp.People think too much nowadays. I mean, really, why must we over-analyse every aspect of our lives? No wonder we’re all half crazy.
Case in point: emotion. We can’t just feel how we feel, we have to put a name on it and then decide why we feel that particular way and why it makes us act one way instead of another.
Hate is a word that people use to describe a very strong emotion. It’s an all consuming, physical, claw-your-heart-out feeling that we often can’t explain or justify. So when people plucked that particular word out of the air in relation to my feelings towards Sam, I went with it. One word’s as good as another, right?
It’s easier to pretend to hate her than to try to figure out for myself how I feel. I know that she unearths parts of me I didn’t know existed. She makes me think (hence, current self-analysis), she makes me question, she makes me want.
Want. Now there’s a word. I used to think I knew what ‘want’ meant. I ‘want’ a new pair of shoes. I ‘want’ to be a cheerleader. I ‘want’ to be thinner.
I didn’t know what ‘want’ meant until I saw Sam taking a bath. God, I wanted then.
Samantha McPherson submerged in hot water and too many bubbles in my own bathtub. I don’t have to delve too deeply to describe my feelings when confronted with that image. I know how I felt.
I felt wet.
