Fickle

[Isola]

"Perhaps you should go and talk with them, you too."
Isola nodded towards the direction where they had gone, she assumed that Balthazar also wondered what Jean and Leo talked about.

[Jean]

"And how did that work out for you? Give the running up already, it doesn't seem to do it for you." She was going to question if he wanted to give every person that had no where to go an apartment, but decided to keep that to herself. He was born naive, it was too late to do something about that now.

[Leo]

Leo looked up at Jean, pondering.
"I ran away with you and Bazz. It seem to have worked...sort of" he said, with a little smile. Then he sighed, she was right. Though it felt strange to think that he would now hurt Isola more than he could have done from the start by being honest.
"Let's get this over with...?" he gave her a questioning look, needing conformation of the fact that he could do this.

[Jean]

"Maybe we're just better than everybody else." She gave him a weak smile and reached him her hand to help him up. "Lets go."

[Leo]

Her smile made him feel petter, almost warm. Maybe he wasn't totally fucked after all, maybe she actually cared for him...maybe... He stoppes his thoughts there and tried to focus on the moment as he got up with the help of her hand.
"Right...ehm... you'll be my back-up, right?" he said with a bit of a smirk.

[Jean]

"Am I not always?" Jean said before sticking what was left of her cigarette in the corner of her mouth and stepping outside. "I'll even hold your hand if you need me to." She mocked him while waiting for him to follow suit.

[Leo]

"Maybe" he just said with a murky voice, avoiding her eyes has he stepped out of his room, his new, safe room. As Jean spoke of holding his hand he gave her a little smile. He wouldn't mind holding her hand after all... but he knew what she meant.
"Very funny" he simply said and went past her towards the room where the others were.

[Balthazar]

Just as Isola had finished the sentence, Leo and Jean stepped into the room again, and he turned towards them.
"I don't think I have to."
He said to Isola and then just waited for any of the others to speak. He had decided not to get anymore involved.

[Isola]

Isola's heart skipped a beat as Leo and Jean walked into the room again and got really nervous, she could feel her stomach turning.
She had no idea what she should say to make Leo get that she really like him and wanted to get to know him better, to be his friend. Isola sat silent in the sofa, all curled up like a ball and chewing on her lip, trying not to run away. She had to talk to Leo, for Balthazar's sake, but what the fuck would she say to make Leo listen?

[Leo]

Leo walked towards them, while feeling how his mind became less and less focused. He had try put some effort into this to actually keep himself focused on the fact that he needed to set things straight with Isola and not give in somewhere half way. Only problem is what he was sort of forgetting what to say. But to keep up his self confidence he indifferently marched on towards her and stood there, slightly hoping that she'd unfold into a less belittling position.
"Isola, there's something I need to tell you" he started, still trying to get his thoughts together on how he could say this.

[Jean]

To support him, Jean put a light hand on his shoulder. She told him that she would back him up, so she tried showing him she was there, without actually talking for him.

[Isola]

Her heart started to pound, her hands began to sweat and she got a lump in her throat after Leo's words hit her and she saw Jean's hand on his shoulder. Shit, shit, shit! Isola knew it, how could she had been so stupid.. It feelt like everybodys attention was directed at her, she was too afraid of making any eyecontact and just stared down on the floor, clearing her throat and said.
"Yeah?"

[Leo]

Jeans hand weighed heavily on his shoulder in spite of it's actual weight. It felt comforting.
Leo hesitated for a split second bur chose to just go with whatever came out of his mouth.
"We can't be together" ...though they had never really been together so...?
"I'm no good for you. And you can't change that. So I think we should stop...this madness"
That summed it up...right? Maybe he had been a bit too straight forward?
"But ehm... you can keep the apartment" he made a careful smile and extended a hand to shake on it. A "I'm Sorry" was waiting to come out, but he had said such things enough already.

[Jean]

Jean stopped herself from rolling her eyes, but instead just said his name in a warning tone. She thought she had gotten through to him in how most girls would take that.

[Isola]

Her lips began to tremble, the lump in her throat grew bigger and the tears burned behind her eyelids.
Oh my god, she had been such a fool, a complete idiot. Of course he never liked her, no one ever did.
Isola couldn't help but smile at her own stupidity and looked up at Leo as he said the last part about her keeping the apartment.
She looked at his reached out hand while letting out a short laugh and then fell dead silent, looking him straight in the eyes.
"You can keep the apartment yourself, I don't need your pity, so don't treat me like I was a charity case.." she said with a determined voice that broke off in the end.
Isola rose quickly from the couch and moved towards the exit since she felt that she could'nt hold back the tears any longer and she didn't want to cry in front of them.