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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 23:17:45 GMT -5
She lowered her eyes in a glare, then turned on her heel. With a humph, she said, "Fine. Whatever." She looked through the racks, her back towards Emmett, and her mouth and eyebrows furrowed.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 26, 2007 23:31:03 GMT -5
What was she doing? She knew he couldn't stand when she did that. Not with him. Emmett stared at her like she'd just tried to take a knife to his chest. In a way she did. Emmie was beyond sensitive, wheither he could help it or not. Which he couldn't. And Mary Jane knew he was. He didn't expect her to always go easy on him, but he didn't understand why she always had to toy with him like that. Like this. He would have cried if he was just a bit younger. He stood behind her quietly, his right arm crossing over his torso has his hand held onto his left arm loosely and continued to follow her around and just silently watched the ground as she did her search.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 23:36:02 GMT -5
Emmett always knew that she was always looking out for him. He needed new clothes. She knew he wasn't going to go out and get him new clothes, so she took him out herself. For God's sake, she was even BUYING him clothes! And he repaid her by sulking around and not helping at all? She loved Emmett, really she did. But sometimes he could be so infuriating! She found a blue and white shirt. It was collared and had blue lines going down and across the white backgrounds. She turned stiffly and held it out to him.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 26, 2007 23:46:52 GMT -5
Before he could think about it, the second she turned towards him, he quickly closed the gap and hugged her. With the shirt meshed between them his chin was pefectly level with her shoulder but he tried not to rest on it. After a moment he pulled out and looked around a bit in a panic, but his voice calm. "Sorry that...um. Yeah. That was inappropriate. Sorry. I'll um- It looks great. It's nice." taking the shirt from her gently. He wasn't a fan of wearing white unless he had something over it but he'd deal with that later. "And um...please...don't carry anything for me. Really." also taking the pants from her now. He put both on his own arm now and smiled at her nerviously, but it faded as he went around to her other side and searched the rack himself now. "I'll just um...keep looking." he said quietly and went into his own hunt as he should have before.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 23:52:29 GMT -5
Caylee swallowed quietly, taken aback by the sudden hug. She remained frozen as the clothes were taken away from her and Emmett moved around her. How he managed to aways take her anger and melt it away, she'd never know. She could never be mad at him for more than a minute if Emmett had something to do with it. She walked behind him and locked her arms around his waist from behind. She pulled him back gently, squeezing him into a hug. Her eyes were closed and she almost felt like crying. She wanted to tell him that she was sorry for being such a bitch, but for now she could hug him.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 0:18:55 GMT -5
Emmett's arms dropped away from the hangers and he dropped his head as well. These backwards hugs were the worse for him. There was just something about it that was too cute. Why'd she have to be so cute with him. He hadn't thought she was being a bitch, and he hadn't thought she'd thought she was being a bitch. Yet when she grabbed him like now he figured maybe he'd bounced back to strongly. "Sorry, I just...I didn't mean to be so whiney. I haven't had the best week, I should have hidden it better. I'm sorry." he explained and then moved on with the shirts. He pulled a simalure plaid out and showed her. "What do you think?" asking her almost in a whisper as he tried to get off the subject.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 0:25:54 GMT -5
Caylee turned him around in her arms. She pushed the shirt down with one hand and ran her other hand through his hair. She gazed at him softly, wondering why he thought he had to hide things from her. "You had a bad week? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you talk to me? Emmie, you don't have to hide things from me. I thought we talked about everything. I don't want you to hide things from me."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 0:42:46 GMT -5
One thing he hated was that they're eyes were always level with eachother. No matter what the first thing they both look at facing eachother is eachother's eyes. He stared into hers through the tips of his bangs as they bounced back from her hand comb. He couldn't stand when she did that. Any time she touched his hair he was nothing. Lifeless matter, he was just there, but not. It was like he was dust. He could collapse any moment, just over her fingers travelling across his scalp. "No...no...it's- I just meant that the reasons behind my mood aren't your fault. So I shouldn't be letting it just...hang out there and make you suffer for that. You know I don't do that."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 6:23:37 GMT -5
"But you should talk to me if you weren't feeling that well," her hands came to his shoulders and biceps. "I don't want to push you to do something if you feel horrible. I just thought you didn't want to cooperate."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 14:16:17 GMT -5
"I don't feel horrible, MJ. I'm not the best, but when am I ever, okay? I'm just not...I don't know, but whatever it is, I need to stop anyway. And I shouldn't be arguing with you, I know I need clothes. So I'll just...stop being so kept up in myself and actually take this help like I should have. I'm really sorry. I'll stop being such a jerk now." And with another whispered sorry he turned back around and put the shirt back and looked for another one to show her.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 14:39:11 GMT -5
She wrapped her arms around him again from behind, not caring if he spazzed or not. She squeezed him tightly, her eyes shut and her mouth split into a grin. She buried her face into the back of his neck. "I think that's the most you've ever said when offering an apology."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 15:08:49 GMT -5
Again Emmett stopped what he was doing, tilting his head to look up. He just stood there letting her hold him hoping she wouldn't get this strange dying need to always give him this awkward hugs out so maybe she wouldn't do it again. "I doubt it." he answered honestly. Emmett could easily ramble in times like now, and this wasn't the first time that he had. He began noticing the people watching them and he cleared his throat before giving one of Caylee's arms a few small pats as if his way of hugging her back, but still hoping she'd leg him go soon.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 15:16:41 GMT -5
She reluctantly let him go, and joined him in looking through the rack. "But, come on. You only say sorry like, what? Twice? That's got to be a record for you," she teased lovingly. Oh yes, whenever she teased it was always with love. Emmie might disagree, but it always was.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 15:27:28 GMT -5
"Mmhm." he responded simply, with no disagreement, nor any nod. It was his way of just saying something but still blowing off her teasing. He resisted, with much effort, giving her an apology- as if he should have said more sorrys, like she was saying it was a bad thing. Emmett gave up on the rack and stepped back letting her take over again, watching as she continued to push over hanger after hanger.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 15:29:26 GMT -5
Caylee noticed his movements and ordered him back to the rack with a glare and a jerk of her head. She wasn't going to make the decisions for Emmett. She wasn't the one that would be wearing the clothes when the day was done.
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