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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 21:45:53 GMT -5
"...Oh?" that was... totally not what she was expecting. She stared up at him quizzically, but still attentively, not sure where he was going with this. "And...? What happened?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 21:48:12 GMT -5
He moved his mouth from the straw and glanced at her. "...Nothing." he told her simply and shook his head. He then went back to the coffee, pumping again and tightened his lips around it getting more of the drink this time. An excuse not to keep talking.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 21:49:55 GMT -5
"....Oh," again. She looked back down at her lap, tightening her body into more of a protective ball. She didn't look at Emmett when she said, ".... you sure?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 21:53:46 GMT -5
Emmett shrugged again and put the cup down, feeling awful, drinking more than he meant to. Especially after he turned it down when she offered. "He recognized me some how. We...met. Shook hands." That was honestly pretty much it. They really didn't talk too much anyway.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 21:56:10 GMT -5
Another "oh," but her gaze was unmoving. Her eyes furrowed as she spoke again, "....w-what did you.. think of him?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 22:01:16 GMT -5
"Um... his hand hovered over the dome lidded cup once more. "I don't like him." he told her, timid as a three legged deaf mouse and quickly filled his mouth with mocha. What else could he say? He just blurted it out as well as his cords would let him and that's all he could control. At least he got the words out.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 22:02:31 GMT -5
"...o-huh?" her reaction was different this time. She finally looked at him, wolfing down the coffee like no tomorrow. "You didn't like him? ... how? I mean. What did you like about him?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 22:05:04 GMT -5
"His piercing are nice." he offered, trying to answer her last question. "He's...tall. Not too tall, but..." Emmett sighed and looked into the plastic cup shuffling it around with the straw, but not sipping anymore. "I just...don't...like his attitude and...I don't think he's very nice."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 22:07:04 GMT -5
"You... don't?" maybe she didn't mean to sound that happy, but most likely, she did. She was trying to force down her smile. "So... what was that horrible mistake that you made, then?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 22:18:37 GMT -5
"I...I don't know. I'm not so sure if he's like- you know...I mean it's not for me to say. I just... I worry- you know. I'm allowed to worry, right? Cause I-...I do and I just...um, I don't know Mary Jane. He's not exactly...maybe he's not- I mean he doesn't even strike me as your type. Anyway, uh, he's kinda... Maybe you need to just be careful with him...or just not...really... see him any more...I don't know. It's up to you! I'm just saying...he's kinda...I don't like him."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 22:23:11 GMT -5
"Strike you as my type?" she repeated softly to him. "W-... well... what do you think... is my type?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 22:25:16 GMT -5
"I don't know! I don't like him, MJ." Wow...that was, totally weird for him to just snap about it like that. So off, and not Emmett. "I don't think you should...get to close to him. You don't have to listen to me, at all. I just really don't like him for you. He's not...a nice guy. That's all."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 22:27:12 GMT -5
"So your mistake was... telling me to be with him?" she inquired quietly, but not really seeking an answer as she probably already knew. "I don't understand. If you don't think he's right for me, and you don't want me to be with him... who do you want me to be with?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 7, 2008 22:37:30 GMT -5
"I didn't say you had date anyone- I just don't...like him for you. I don't think you should see him anymore. But you don't even have to listen to me. It's fine- I just wanted you to know how I felt about him..."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 7, 2008 22:38:43 GMT -5
"You know that I'd listen to whatever you said over anyone else," and it was true. Who else knew what was better for her than Emmett? He basically knew her better than anyone else in the world.
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