More drabbles written for the fictionland challenge. From random fandoms and my own original work.
1. (original) Tucker leaned against the wall, watching Sarah toss clothes into her duffel bag. “I’m leaving,” she said softly.
“Yeah, right,” he said with a snort. She glared at him from over her shoulder and continued to pack. Tucker watched her for awhile. “You’re not serious are you?” Sarah didn’t answer but her favorite faded denim jacket when into the bag followed by her journal. “You are, aren’t you?” he asked, half in shock.
Sarah spun to face him. “What did you expect, Tucker? That I would spend the rest of my life taking crap from you?”
She didn’t give him a chance to counter, pushing past him to leave.