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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 21:47:04 GMT -5
Take a dog to a vet, and he'll whine the whole way and try to run the second he's out of the car. Trying to get a little boy to wake up and get to school is like getting a tooth pulled. Trying to get Emmett to go shopping for clothes is just about the same. Caylee needed a new pair of jeans, and she had sat back and watched Emmett's sleeves and pants shrink for long enough. She had dragged him to Rock Out! to get new clothes. It took a lot of pleaded and more bribes that she had given out in her whole life. She kept a strong hold on his wrist the walk over. It wasn't far from campus. "Would you. Stop. Fidgeting?!" she yanks his arm straight for the umpteenth time.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 22, 2007 21:52:40 GMT -5
"I'm sorry!" hunching his back as she straightened him out. He wasn't very much into the idea of what they were doing. Normally he would have been fine lingering after her as she got her jeans and whatnot, but that wasn't all they were doing. This wasn't just for her, and he didn't like that one bit. "I just don't see why you're making me do this..." he mumbled, pulling his arm back up to rub his neck from behind, taking her arm there with it as she held onto him. His other hand and been straightening the bottom of his shirt, then his fingers chewed on the of his sleeve, then also messed with his hair and rubbed his neck. Shopping just made him nervious.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 21:59:05 GMT -5
"Because," another yank to his arm. "You need clothes. Like whoa. Your sleeves come up to your forearm. You. Need. Clothes." She pulled him to the entrance of the store. "Emmett, you trust me don't you?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 22, 2007 22:11:51 GMT -5
He tilted his head back with a silent sigh. He couldn't believe she pulled that out on him. Of course he trusted her. Kind of...maybe. Well with experiance these kinds of things came easy to worry about! He couldn't help but get just a little worked up over it. And as always, any kind of store got him a bit jumpy. Especially this kind of place were you could hardly squeeze through the racks and walk around freely. Not to mention every other song that came on made it close to impossible to keep your converstions to yourselves because you'd have to speak up to be heard by the people you're with. And not to mention he probably wouldn't be picking anything out for himself since he hated clothes shopping, and the thought of Caylee dressing him wasn't the greatest. "Maaryyy Jaaaaannn-nne..." He whined and then kept staring up not looking back down at her.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 22:16:52 GMT -5
"Eeeeemmie," she whined back, pulling on his arm. "C'mon. I won't get you anything embarrassing. You'll love it. Truuuuust me." She'd even resist getting him the 'I'm a Pretty Princess' t-shirt that was in the front window. It was a lovely shade of pink. It'd go wonderful with Emmett's hair.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 22, 2007 22:33:39 GMT -5
"That's what I was told about McDonalds, and just the word makes me sick..." he commented about 'loving it', even getting a bit queezy from it now. He trailed in behind her being dragged like a child. He wasn't looking around, his eyes barely caught the gaze of the selections hanging. He just didn't care. He was honestly just a bit too focused on himself and where he'd walked and making sure he didn't hit any shelves or run into someone. He felt the front of his foot snag just on the back of Caylee's and he jumped back with a million times over apollogize. What was it about stores that made him such a wreck? He had a horrible department store phobia that came out of nowhere and for no reason at all. Being as he'd never go out shopping. This was a good reason.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 22:41:48 GMT -5
Caylee turned around, after almost falling on her face. She took Emmett by the hips. She stared him down, looking at him sternly. "You- need to calm down. Seriously. First, a deep breath. Take it all in."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 22, 2007 22:46:00 GMT -5
He tilted his head down as she stared at him, his eyes peeking through his long lashes to look back at her softly. He was pouting unintentionally, and an immediate blush hit him with her hands at his hips glaring at him like that. He wasn't really blushing, not a bit red, but he felt like he was. That tingle slowly going down the front of his neck and shot down the insides of his arms, leaving him in a bit of a chill. He barely parted his teeth as he breathed silently, half talking her advice and half not wanting to just because.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 22:51:41 GMT -5
"Are you calm?" she asked forcefully, not removing her glare from his eyes, though she took her hands away from him and crossed them over her own chest, tapping her foot impatiently.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 22, 2007 22:56:28 GMT -5
"I've been calm! I'm calm." squeaking only for the moment of the vowel on the last 'calm' as his voice cracked. He hated when that happened. He wasn't a child, his voice was matured. He was growing at the normal rate, yet his voice always seemed to dislike him at the worst times. Embarrassing him to the fullest. Another trait of himself he hated.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 22:59:53 GMT -5
"Okay, good," she softened her gaze, taking his hand. She tugged on it gently, gazing at him imploringly. "Please, Emmie? I promise it'll be painless. It'll be over quickly."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 22, 2007 23:15:30 GMT -5
"I know, I know." he nodded and stared down at his hand in her own. He hated when she did that, when she'd just be completely wonderful in the most silliest situations. She had this way of doing things that she'd just hit him right at the heart and make him completely at her mercy. Weak in the knees, and his will he'd do whatever she wanted. Painless or not. She got so serious though, and was just so amazingly nice and comforting. Then again maybe he hated it because he loved it.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 23:18:43 GMT -5
"Come on," she led him further into the store, holding his hand in hers from behind. They walked into the men's side of the store. "I'll just get you a nice outfit. Pants, shirt. Maybe a hat. Or a bracelet. Whatever you want. On me."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 22, 2007 23:26:29 GMT -5
"What do you mean on you? That's insane!" he snapped right away shocked by her words. "Why would you say that- what are you talking about? Mary Jane, don't." he begged and complained, not able to accept it. If she was talking about what he thought she was then he was going to have to knock some sense into her. In the most completely not violent way possible, of course. And if she wasn't, well, then he'd just have to break down into an embarrassed nut case right there in the store.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 23:30:24 GMT -5
"What? What are you talking about, Emmie? Are you hearing things? I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," she turned away, her voice high and innocent. He didn't know about the Get Emmett Clothes fund that she had saved money for.
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