What do you think of that idea, anyone?Back to the fic at hand, don't forget to add Declan's cutie Irish accent while you're reading! Enjoy.
Declan followed Anna through the house and to the garden. He had made her angry again, which seemed not too difficult a task for him to fulfil, and needed to make ammends. As much as he hated following this uptight, retched woman around, he urged on, reminding himself that he needed the money she had offered him in exchange for a ride. And to get that money, he had to put up with her. And lately, putting up with her simply meant following her anywhere she had marched off to to get away from him.
He finally caught up with her and told himself to be nice, but she always infuriated him with her holier-than-though attitude.
Declan: Looks like you almost got away.
Anna: I would be so lucky.
Declan: Listen, I'm sorry I keep hurtin' your feelings, but I'm just tryin' to get you to have a little fun. Ya know, loosen up.
Anna: You want me to loosen up, Declan? Is that why we're here? We're stuck in this tiny house with nowhere to go, nothing to do, no form of transportation or communication, and with EACHOTHER because you want me to loosen up?
Declan: Well, in so many words, I s'pose so.
Anna: You're impossible. I can't believe you got me here.
Declan: Me?! I believe you were the one who hired me, missy. If you don't want me anymore, I can't help yah. We had a deal. You just need to learn to trust me every once in a while.
Anna: Trust you? You want ME to trust you? I don't even know you and you haven't exactly proven yourself to me, how can I trust you?
Declan: That's just like you. You can't trust me, or anybody for that matter. Because you can't let go of the control. You always have to be in control, it's insane!
Anna: I do not always need to be in control. I just like to feel like I know where I'm going- I like to feel safe. I like to have a plan and a future. But I guess you wouldn't understand that.
Declan: Oh, back off me! You don't know me! You come in here from your big city hoping to be saved, and I'm done with you. I'm done trying to help you. You can figure it out for yourself if you're s'damn capable.
(They sit in a tense silence for a minute.)
Declan: Listen, I...I shouldn't've yelled at yah. I'm sorry, I just get so frustrated-
Anna: No, really. It's fine, I'm sorry too. I mean, who am I to judge you? You're just trying to help.
(There is silence again, but this time, more comfortable. )
Anna: Heh-kntch. Pardon.
(Declan starts to snicker. She shoots him a look for a second.)
Anna: Ha-tchnng, damn it.
(Declan starts to giggle now. She gives him a dirty look.)
Anna: Whaa-ngggsh. (He is laughing.) What is so funny?!
Declan: You are! You need to be in control of absolutely everything. Yah can't even sneeze like a normal person!
Anna: I do too! I'm sorry I don't go spreading my germs everywhere-
Declan: You do not. Your poor nose is going to explode one of these days just because you need to be in charge of if it! I feel bad for the sorry fella.
Anna: Oh shu- hehnggt, shut up! That's just how I sneeze. At least I'm polite, unlike some people...
Declan: Yah talking about me? I'm polite, believe me. Only a real polite guy could put up with you for a week straight. You're the impolite one.
Anna: Me?! How am the impolite one? I said excuse me, I-
Declan: Actually yah said 'Pardon me.'
Anna: Shut up, Declan. I said pardon me, and you said nothing. Not 'bless you', not 'are you feeling okay', which I'm not, by the way-
Declan: Well yah better not come close to me, I don't want your cold.
Anna: I can't sta- ahhtnnngx. Stand you.
Declan: Bless you, Anna. Are you feeling okay?
(She gives him a terrible look and storms off. He snickers, rolls his eyes and gets up to follow her.)
Declan: Women...