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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 2:08:16 GMT -5
Sure it wasn't the closest place, or even the cheapest, not to mention it was a bit flashy for his liking. Yet he was actually near by and he'd been here before with and without Caylee. Travelling by bike as usual, it took him a while to make it inside, having to park his bike and chain it. Sometimes he thought Why bother? but he was too paranoid not to lock it up to something. He patted his lower side leg pocket to make sure he had his wallet and then checked his back pocket for his phone. He looked through it while coming up the small stoop of stairs to the front door of the establishment.
No new text. Not a recently new missed call, that he hadn't missed on purpose anyway. Oh well.
Emmett tucked his phone back into it's temperary home in his camo pants. They had straps on the bottom from the inside that came around and hooked to a botton on the outside, meant for the option of transforming them to knee length. Except for him, they just made sure they didn't drag on the ground. With both hands fingered back through his hair, only for his bangs to bounce right back in place which didn't even make the action worth it. There was a line, mainly stocked with adults, though the whole place had a good percentage of teens. Noone he knew, gladly. A reason he rather come to a place like this than one closer to school. He'd come out to these parts just for the sake of riding really. He hadn't had the greatest day of school. When did he ever? Atleast noone had so much as touched him today. As it was just before the weekend that just ended that he was bruised up all around his knees. Even about four days later, it still wasn't a pretty site. ...Could this line move any slower?
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 2:26:43 GMT -5
Emmett had long since turned away from the three different couples 'sharing the taste of eachothers' coffee with one another'. He crossed his arms loosely over his chest and bent down peering into the window that seperated him and the most amazing looking cheesecake he'd seen in weeks. Emmett wasn't a weight watcher. He didn't give a fuck about carbs, calories, his bodies dietary nee-He wanted cake! Now which was another question. As he was also being attracted to some lemon bread. Some angel cake. A fairly good sized blondie. He decided maybe he should just nix them all and only go for a drink. Probably not coffee, maybe some tea.
He stood straighter and rubbed his left arm with his hand lightly, scrunching up and down is purple cotton sleeve slightly. The menu was large, poor written in chalk, and formatted so strangely it made him want to get up there and fix it himself. He was then whacked on his side, forced to turn from facing the front of the line, back to the menu. His neck bent over in defense, as his arms flenched up around his head. He glanced over to the guy who'd knocked into him and put his arms down with a nervious, "N-no worries..." and hoped he didn't look stupid in the way he reacted to it.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 2:50:02 GMT -5
It felt like it had taken him forever to pick out a flavor for his tea, and even when he did he wasn't all that convinced. And he still kind of wanted some cake. Though he felt like eating could wait. Besides all that money for just once slice, it was best that he made a pass on it this time. Maybe some other day. Probably not, but he wouldn't admit that part to himself, for his stomach would surely turn on him.
After a moment, about third in line now, he double took to the he that had now become a heinfusedwithshe that hadn't bumped into him a minute ago. Great, someone from Webber. He knew he was. He was older, but that's all he really knew about him. He knew of him. That was it. It was hard not to when you're in the same major. Emmett forced himself to turn back to the counter.
When it was his turn he ordered, paid, added some gum, repaid, and went to sit down. Why must there be such a huge customer to tables ratio? There were few places left, and some were just too close to others. He settled reluctantly for a duet table across from and a bit off to the side of the couch were Bumpercars and his date putting on a show for the rest of the place. Not that they were the only couple making out. Emm did his best not to gawk.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 3:15:54 GMT -5
Was it that it was just all around unattractive of them, or that Emmett had a jealous selfish side coming out and it wasn't something his heart could take watching? Probably not, but still he wished they'd take it somewhere else.
His wish seemed to be granted as he could see from the corner of his eye the boy standing, and the girl grabbing her bag from next to her. Emmett brought his elbows up on the table and tangled his hands with eachother. He should be thinking about other things, and not studying this couple. He wasn't that weird. He find other things to do than gape like he probably was.
He dropped his head after a pause, not so good for his neck but his head was feeling heavy. No ice tea should take this long.
The blue-eyed boy jumped a bit, picking his head up as he heard a voice directly behind him. He looked on impulse, though he figured it was moronic of him as who ever spoke had to have been talking to someone else.
They weren't. He squinted at him, wondering why in the world he would say anything to him. Whatever the reason it couldn't be anything positive. He softened his stare, now with larger eyes.
"...H-...hi...?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 3:33:23 GMT -5
Slowly standing, he turned around so his knees were grazing his chair, his back against the high table behind him. With his right ring finger he gently brushed over a stran of his bangs from his eyes.
"...Yeah...?" he still wasn't sure what he was getting at, but he didn't want to stay seated and be rude. The guy didn't seem to have any negative intentions, as far as he could tell. So he was coming to talk to Emmett just for the hell of it, which he had to give him at least a little respect for.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 3:45:33 GMT -5
Dead. Almost grief stricken. He could fall to the floor right there. ...So not that great.
His mouth hung slightly open even before he widened it to say something but didn't produce words, which was probably for the better. He stared at Ari like he was the headlighted truck here to end his buckie life. With a few quick blinks he quickly took his hands gently and squeezed it slightly rather than shaking it.
"...Oh. Um...ffffine. ...Thirsty." he admitted sluggishly. He chuckled nerviously under his breath- and completely surprised in himself for the laughter and the humor.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 3:56:13 GMT -5
He bit into the corner of his bottom lip, his head slightly tilted down as he watched and listened to Ari speak. His own hands moved back to grip the edge of the table behind him. He was surprised he was even able to reconize and spot who he was, then again he was the best friend of his...ugh, girlfriend.
Overly temped, but never said it outloud, he wanted to return his comments with- Well I never see Caylee cause you're always with her.
Though Emmett showed absolutly no noticable sore feelings towards him at all. Not in the slightest.
"...Y-yeah well um...I was just...you know, I um...sometimes just...wonder and...end up...you know... ...I was...thirsty..." he rambled awkwardly.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 4:26:20 GMT -5
Emmett just nodded and slowly turned his head to the side glance towards the floor, now bitting down on his bottom lip pulling it back.
"I've heard alot about you." he lied. "I'm um...surprised we never...have really been in the same show together or anything..." he just hoped that was true, though there was a good chance they were his freshman year. Now he just hoped Ari didn't remember that, since he couldn't correct himself now.
...He looked over his shoulder at Ari's company and after a pause titled his head putting some things together.
"Uh...f-friend of yours...?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 4:45:13 GMT -5
He tilted his head down sharply, still keeping his eyes one him. ...I DO?
Emmett then tilted his head to the side, and relaxed back agianst the table, leaning onto his hands which were locked to the table top. He glanced to the floor for just a moment then back up at Ari. He wanted to know exactly what Ari was trying to say. Unless they'd broken up this morning and Emmett didn't know about it, which to him was very possible, Ari was hugging up to another girl, wasn't he?
"...How...is it?" he asked him cautiously, hoping he'd explain what he was doing with this other girl to him. Maybe it wasn't the right thing to get into their business like that, but it also couldn't be right to just watch and listen to him talk like his girlfriend was nothing special.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 4:53:18 GMT -5
"Oh uh, yeah, I guess." he raised both eyebrows at him. Is he serious? How could he be like that? He was with MJ wasn't he? So why did he sound like a single desperate bar hopper? Was this really a regular thing with him? It sure sounded like it was. Was his girlfriend aware of this? It seemed unlikely. She would kick him where it hurts, rub him into the dirt, and then ditch him.
"Are you and...Caylee...stilll?" he tired asking quietly, hoping for just a little information.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 11:06:04 GMT -5
His jaw could have hit the floor. His emotions could have hit the wall. His hand could have hit his face!
Caylee seemed to have editted a few details- that or this guy had to have been one of the ignorant sex sacks Emmett had every had the misfortune of talking to. Something in him almost snapped, but he held back.
"Yeah. Yeah! She did. All that. The fucking...not...fucking part. Exactly." pushing his bangs towards the back of his head. "That's exactly what she's told me. That. Yes." Now excuse me while I go throw up. Nevermind, your shoes don't look too new, that'll be the perfect place to now spit up my breakfast. Enjoy.
He wasn't going to tell him that she'd completely protrayed him and even called him her boyfriend when Emmett had heard about him. And he also wasn't going to tell him to go to hell.
Originally Emmett had be nervious mainly over him and Caylee's behavior at home just this weekend, being today a Monday and first day back- though it was still possibly she could have mentioned it to her 'boyfriend' by now. Obviously it wouldn't even mattered if she did.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 23, 2007 2:18:39 GMT -5
"Well of course she's mentioned you." he assured him, before hearing "Lloyd" called out from behind the coffee maker. There was something about a public place like this calling out his name- why couldn't they just do numbers like every where else? So Emmett always used either his middle name or a most recent role name. One of his favorites being 'Rosencrantz' or a Peanuts character, but that got him some pretty weird stares from the employees. When he'd actually order with Caylee, they'd make such a game out of it. Either way, he had tea to be picked up.
"...that's...my order..." he pointed out weakly, feeling so weird about it because he had to go pick it up, but it was awkward to just walk away from Ari- even though he had wanted to for awhile...
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