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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 19:47:50 GMT -5
"Thinking about how you felt?" he repeated to her slowly. "Well, considering you...you know, wouldn't even make your own choices...I figured- you just- I kind of...you know I didn't even come in here to talk about this." he said quietly, feeling horrible for even trying to talk back to her like this. And everyone was still staring.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 19:55:10 GMT -5
Caylee sunk back into her hair, her hand running repeatedly through her hair, and her eyes red with irritation. She silently tried to calm down by breathing deeply. "Well... what did you come in here to tell me?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 19:59:08 GMT -5
Emmett's left arm crossed his chest for his hand to rub and then grab his right upper arm. His head hung, and his eyes were wondering off trying not to look at the people watching them or at the floor. Not that he didn't look awkward anyway, so it made no difference. "It...doesn't matter anymore..." he mumbled followed by a shrug.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 20:36:00 GMT -5
She stared at the floor as well, suddenly abashed by her actions. "Emmett, listen. I'm sorry, okay? I don't want to fight with you, and lately that's all I've been doing with you. I don't know why. It's the last thing that I would ever want to do with you. I just have all these frustrations and I'm so confused about everything around. And I don't know what to do about anything. You don't deserve anything I'm doing, you don't even deserve me. I'm complete fucked up right now, and I'm really sorry."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 20:41:03 GMT -5
"Don't talk like that." he begged her and moved his hand from his arm to the back of his neck. He didn't want to her to apologize, especially because now her mood swings were just confusing him even more. "Can't we just...go back to Web and make cookies or something..." he requested meekly, just trying to say in a round about way that he wanted to make this all better. That comment was all he could come up with- besides right out saying 'let's fix this.' Mainly because he still wasn't sure she wanted to.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 20:44:39 GMT -5
"If we had an oven, I'd be all for it," she smiled weakly. "And I just kinda want to stay here for a while. Y-you can stay... if you want. You don't have to.. if you don't want to. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 21:13:02 GMT -5
He held back that he wasn't the one running away from the other- a small part of him thought it, but none of him wanted to say it. Emmett nodded. "I don't...want to go to dance today..." he commented quietly. "Or...acting...or...anything." Now that he was off campus why go back? Besides there were people he just didn't want to have to face. He just hoped this wasn't going to be so awkward and that she didn't mind him staying.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 21:15:42 GMT -5
"I'm supposed to be in History right now," she commented quietly, the awkwardness looming around them like dense fog. She shifted over slightly on the rather large and squishy armchair to give him room. She did it discreetly, though, in case he chose to sit somewhere else.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 21:24:04 GMT -5
With his eyes to the ground, hair covering a third of his face, Emmett slowly dragged over to her, turned, and sat up on the arm of that armchair. He sighed and looked around, just waiting for her to stay something and save them both. He obviously wouldn't help with anything that came out of his mouth. Emm just wasn't good at that stuff.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 21:26:08 GMT -5
She took her coffee off of the little table and offered it to Emmett before she would take a sip. "Do you want some? It's a Moca Choco Latte. Don't you like those?" In the back of her mind, curiosity grew at what he had come here for. Didn't he say that he needed to tell her something? Something about a mistake?
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 21:33:55 GMT -5
He smiled weakly at her and shook his head ever so slightly. "N-no, heh...no thank you...thanks though. Oh- I-I mean...heh..." he dropped his head, embarrassed at how stupid he'd just sounded. "Sorry..." he apologized glancing up at her, and put a hand to his face. "It's not- um, I just...I'm not...I don't need coffee right now." shrugging up his shoulders.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 21:38:37 GMT -5
"Oh, okay," she slowly withdrew the coffee, taking a sip of it herself. "It's fine." she placed it on the table again. Silence again. Goddamn silence. "...Hey, Emmie?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 21:40:09 GMT -5
The greatest sounds to his ears all day! It was a good sign. No matter what her tone was, just hearing it made him fill with hope. "Yeah, May?" he answered back to her call, not nicknaming her on purpose. It just sort of rolled out.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 21:41:39 GMT -5
"Does what you came here for still not matter anymore?" she asked innocently, with innocent eyes to match. "I wanna know. Please, Emmie?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 21:44:46 GMT -5
Emmett looked up at her with a blink. After a second he reached down to take her coffee cup. "I met Ari." he told her blankly, trying not to have any expression or readable tone before pumping the straw and taking a sip. Making up for his lack of words.
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