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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 16:33:55 GMT -5
"Good choice," Caylee put the reject on a chair and the accepted one over her arm. "It looks great. Come on, now you've got to try them on. Make sure they fit before I buy them."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 16:43:43 GMT -5
He groaned and whined, bouncing slightly.
"Mmmmnngh, do I have to?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Even so, they'd go through this before. He still remembered when they were tweleve and she actually pulled in right into the dressing room and pretty much forced him to change. It was a bit odd looking when they had to actually leave the booth together, though they did the one at a time trick still they seemed to have gotten some stares.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 16:45:43 GMT -5
"... Yes." she led him towards the dressing room. She sat herself in chairs outside of the booths and with her foot, pushed Emmett towards one. "Hurry up, it's getting late."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 16:51:57 GMT -5
"Alright, sorry." Feeling bad this had already taken so long, he apologized caringly and feeling foolish.
"Wait so...the black jeans?" he asked not sure what they'd decided for him to wear for bottoms. He took the shirts from her and reached in the curtain to hang them up but didn't go in yet.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 16:54:17 GMT -5
"Yep," she handed him the jeans from her other arm. "I like you in black. It looks really good on you."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 16:57:46 GMT -5
"Staawp." he refused her comments and took he pants. He just couldn't respond to her any other way, but to ask her to cut it out. She didn't have to always say stuff like that to him, it just made him timid and weak around her. He turned on his heels and pushed back the curtain stepping in.
"Nothing looks good on me." he corrected her, giving reason to why he didn't believe her and then closed the curtain as best as he could. He struggled pulling on each side but it just wouldn't behave or close completely on either side. Now he couldn't decided wheither to keep it centered or try and close off just the left side or just the right.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 16:59:18 GMT -5
"You're a beast, Emmie," she replied teasingly. She turned on the chair, her legs dangling off of one leg and her back against the other. "Hurry and change so I can see your sexy self."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 17:08:44 GMT -5
He took fustrated swats at the curtain and then quickly turned from it leaving it be.
After staring at the clothes he finally took them down of the hangers and set the jeans on the small bench in the corner. Reaching over his head with both arms he grasped the back of his collar and pulled the shirt off over his head with not much ease. He took some stumbling steps back, running his defined spine and back into the wall with a small quiet "Ow."
Emmett tugged off his shirt and then shook his head to ruffle his hair back into place. Seeing his dull gray boxers hanging out over his pants he pulled his bandage pants up which just dropped back down from his lack of hips. Then he rolled his eyes at himself behind his lids remembering he was just going to take them off anyway, and unbottoned them followed by the zipper.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 17:13:19 GMT -5
As Emmett swatted the curtains, they fluttered open, giving Caylee a small peak at the dressing room. She didn't stare much, taking turns looking at the wall and then back at Emmett to check on his progress. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before, and it wasn't like she was staring obsessively.
"Don't kill yourself," she gave him a friendly reminder as he bumped into a wall.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 17:27:53 GMT -5
"Awww, you always ruin my fun." he said bluntly and emotionless, just teasing her back dully.
Emmett's knees bet his chest one at a time as he pulled on the legs of his pants and tossed them aside. He put a hand on the wall while he stepped on his heels getting out of his slip on boots. He folded up his right leg and yanked on the boot before finally getting it off, and he predictable tripped backwards and quickly planted both feet again. He was not having fun.
Once he'd bounced into the new and slightly stiff jeans. His chin was tightly against his collar bones while he watched his fingers struggling with the button. He slowly looked up to see in the mirror, hooking into the beltloops while he pulled them just a bit higher on him. They did fit, he was just surprised at the look since they'd mistaken them for straight leg. Now he could see they had a lot of shape to them, though they weren't two tight or skinny. He began to get distracted by his bare, cold, upperbody. Almost each rib perfectly defined, and he was embarrassed by the look. He turned to the side looking back over the jeans studying the way they fit around his legs. Again his glanced came up to see how much thinner he actually looked from the side. It was like he could disappear.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 17:34:38 GMT -5
Caylee could clearly see Emmett's expressions as he examined himself in the mirror. He wasn't that skinny. In fact, Caylee's upper body almost resembled his, except for the different anatomies of course. She could count her ribs, and her stomach was taut and flat. She had never thought different of Emmett, or found him too skinny. Of course, she teased him about it, but if it was ever unhealthy, she'd point it out to him straight away.
She coughed softly, hopefully pulling his attention away from his body. "Hey, Emmie, while I'm still young, huh?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 17:44:19 GMT -5
He blinked his eyes hard and his glance quickly dropped back to the pants.
"Uh y-yeah. Right. Sorry." He turned the other way examined the jeans again. He'd just noticed they were dragging on the floor horrible. Though all pants did on Emmett. He cursed under his breath. He wished he knew how to hem his own pants, it would be so much easier. Even if he did, his parents would insist on getting them perfessionally done. At the same time they always got annoyed when he needed his pants taken up. It was like a total loose-loose for Emmett. He hated asking them. Not that he had a choice.
"I don't know about these..." he called to her softly.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 17:46:31 GMT -5
Caylee got off of her chair and peeked her head through the curtain so she could see better. "What's wrong with them?" she leaned against the entrance, her brow furrowed.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 17:58:00 GMT -5
"Yeh-Hey hey!" he backed up into the corner of the small room, his arms wrapped around his torso.
Every now and then it wasn't such a big deal but on days when he was like this, the last thing he wanted was for her to see him shirtless. He couldn't explain why he didn't like it, he just didn't He didn't want to be seen, simply. And he was taken by surprised at her quick and random entrance, not having expecting her to peek in. He leaned over grabbing his own shirt, faded and ugly dark green with longsleeves and held it to him.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 18:04:42 GMT -5
"Oh calm down," she rolled her eyes. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. Come on, I'm only trying to help you."
She didn't move from her spot on the wall, though. She didn't want to intimidate him or anything. She hated when he would get extremely shy around her, she felt like he was closing up and leaving her out.
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