Wow! I didn't think that James Roday would pull off a breakdown scene, but he owned it!

This is my new favorite scene.

[I don't think I need any context for this one. I hope you guys like it!]

“Hello?” Natalie calls out as she enters the apartment through the front door. She tucks her keys in her pocket and hangs up her coat before pausing and listening. “Nick?” She yells louder. Eyebrows pinching together, she explores the living room and kitchen before heading towards her and Nick’s bedroom. She opens the door. Nick lies on his back on the queen-sized bed, his headphones on. He lifts his head and stares blankly at Natalie for a few seconds before letting his head fall back onto the pillow.

Ignoring Nick’s casual indifference, Natalie sits on her side of the bed and takes off her boots. Tossing them into her open closet, she lies down facing Nick, scoots closer to him, and lifts his headphones from his right ear. She can hear some obscure metal music blasting through the speakers. “Hi,” she says into his ear. “How was your day?”

Nick sighs. It sounds more like a groan to Natalie. He turns off the music and tugs off his headphones, finally noting how concerned Natalie looks. She has that small crease in between her eyebrows that she gets whenever she’s worried. He frowns and puts his thumb on the crease, as if he’s trying to smooth it out. Natalie gently grabs his thumb and removes it.

“I’m fine,” he finally says, hating how false it sounds. He can never convincingly lie to Natalie.

She frowns even more, the crease deepening. “I don’t think you’re okay.”

This time, Nick really groans. “Can’t we pretend that I am?” He tosses his arm over his eyes, feeling something… something in his chest. Not heartburn, not acid reflux, and not heart palpitations--just something. He takes a deep breath, trying to clear out the feeling.

[color=#000000]Natalie scoots e

"Eye redness, sure sign of crying, or getting stoned."
 
This made me laugh

Beautiful obs! It seems you have/had really nice friends.
Do you cry very often? I can't remember if you've said already.

Looking forward to your other obs.

[Context: Dawn and Morgan are best friends, but they are the complete opposite. Dawn is short and skinny, and she tends to cry at the drop of a hat. She also likes to bake. Morgan towers over Dawn, is on the bigger side, and hasn't cried in a looong time. Morgan likes to wear all black.]

Dawn is in the middle of making her famous sugar cookies when her doorbell rings. Setting down her rolling pin, she frowns and checks the stove’s clock. It’s 8:34 pm, and already fully dark outside.

“Hold on!” She shouts loudly as she hurries over to the sink to wash her flour-coated hands. She dries her hands as quickly as she can and fast-walks to the front door, not wanting to keep the person outside waiting. It’s probably Kathy, asking for a cup of sugar. Kathy and Dawn are what some people call “frenemies”--they respect each other’s baking skills, but they’re constantly butting heads over whose recipes are the best, or whose cream puffs are the fluffiest.

Dawn opens the door. Morgan stands on the doorsteps, shivering. For the first time, Dawn notices that it’s drizzling outside--she had been too wrapped up in making cookies to notice the sound of rain hitting the roof.

“Hi,” Morgan says, her teeth chattering. “I’m sorry. I know it’s late, but… can I come in?”

As Dawn quickly takes in her best friend’s appearance, she notes a couple of things that are off. For one, Morgan isn’t wearing a coat--just her studded black leather jacket. The second thing is that her mascara is running. Lastly, Dawn looks miserable, and not just because she’s soaking wet and shivering violently.

[color=#000000]“It’s okay! Come inside,” Dawn steps aside. Morgan wipes her black Doc Martens on the welcome mat and walks in, instantly grateful for the warmth. She closes the door behind her, takes off her boots, and follows Dawn into the conjoi