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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 18, 2007 20:07:57 GMT -5
"That's bullshit," she said sternly. "Not five minutes ago, you were crying. I can't cheer myself up if you're not first," she confided softly. "Please, Emmie..."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 18, 2007 20:28:43 GMT -5
"I told you, it's fine now. I'm fine, I'm smiling, okay. I am." and he was. Just slightly, but then he bit into his lip and it was gone. Though he brought a bigger one back for a moment, just to fade again. Emmett wasn't big on smiling anyway as it was, so it almost hurt him to do it now.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 18, 2007 20:34:11 GMT -5
Her already tiny smile vanished completely, and she moved some of her longer hairs out of her eyes. "I'm sorry, Emmie. About everything that happened tonight. I love you, you know that? I won't go without a fight."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 18, 2007 20:42:09 GMT -5
"Please, Cay..." he just wanted her to stop. He hardly ever called her Caylee, but it just came out that way. Em tensed up even more and he sat up and pushed his hair from the front moving it all to the back. Only for it to just bounce forward. As it always did. Fucking hair. He felt like he was sweating out a fever or something, though he didn't think he had a fever, and he was freezing before. Now he was heating up. He rubbed his shoulder with the opposite hand and his eyes scanned one side of the room to the next. It was too dark. He blinked his eyes hard as he always did when his haunting thinks kicked in and he mentally tried to shut himself up...mentally. He adjusted to lay back down with MJ.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 18, 2007 20:47:30 GMT -5
"Where in the rules does it say that I can't apologize?" she laid next to him, but crossed her arms over her chest. "You're not the only one that can regret things."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 18, 2007 21:28:43 GMT -5
He turned on his side and like a young cub curled up and squished his nose and forehead into the side of her shoulder.
"I just want to drop it now..." he begged of her, glad that they hadn't been talking about it for a moment, but now it was being brought up again.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 18, 2007 21:41:58 GMT -5
"Fine, we'll drop it," she sighed again, rubbing her eye with her palm. "Consider it dropped. As dropped as... something you would drop."
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