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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 18:10:35 GMT -5
Emmett gave a single rub with the side of his hand at his blushing left cheek and pulled his shirt on quickly before stepping out towards her. "Sorry..." he mummbled feeling bad for snapping at her. He just wasn't a fan of his body but even more so he was just nervious about it being seen, even if it didn't look the way it did. He still hated being looked at. "Um..." giving a filler as he just grew more awkward in their silence. "I don't know. ...They're really long." he pointed out the obvious staring down at his feet.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 18:16:31 GMT -5
She observed the pants. "Yea, I see... you know," she looked back up at him. "I could cut them for you. Like I cut my own pants. It's easy. I'll be happy to do it for you."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 18:19:23 GMT -5
He gave her a small smile that faded quickly with his thoughts. "Mm...m-my parents would get mad." he said quietly as his head dropped to look down at the pants but really he wasn't looking anywhere as he thought it over. And no matter how neat and perfect MJ would be about it, they still wouldn't be happy that it had been done instead of them taking them into to be cut down like they always did.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 18:20:31 GMT -5
"Your parents wouldn't have to know," she replied. "They're all the way home. It's not like they'll notice a pair of pants being cut. Just tell them that it was bought that way. They don't have people following us and tailing our every move, you know."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 18:24:50 GMT -5
"You'd think they did..." he replied, again scarsly quiet, as if he almost believed it. "Yeah...yeah I guess... As long as they don't find out then." He hated even talking about it, and worse he hated lying to them or keeping something from them he knew they'd be highly against. He didn't understand why they stood so strong on stupid things like this. They probably wouldn't know or notice. They might get upset if they got to fraid, they didn't like that look. If they asked him about it he was screwed. As long as he could just avoid it, they couldn't probably get away with it. It just got him nervious since his parents did come up to the school every now and then with out a word to either of the kids. They'd just pop in unannounced. His dad through a fit infront of everyone over his son in green and bright blue eyeliner last year.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 18:28:05 GMT -5
"Okay then," she started again. "Let me see the rest of them. Lift your shirt up a little, I can't see the top," she instructed, lifting her chin up to indicate lifting.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 18:36:16 GMT -5
He did as he was told, gathering the shirt up in the back and pulled it up just above the waist band, not showing much skin at all. He held the shirt tightly behind his back and double took from Mary Jane, to the pants, and then back to her, his eyes curiously searching hers as they studied him, his mouth open and relaxed waiting for her to say something.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 18:39:30 GMT -5
Caylee pursed her lips as she took in Emmett and his pants. They fit him nicely, snuggly around his waist, and weren't too tight around his knees. He looked... good. "Emmett, my dear," she looked up at him with a bright smile. "You look delicious. Those pants fit you quite well."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 18:45:48 GMT -5
Delicious? Emmett dropped his shirt and moved closer to her pulling on the curtain to cut off her view. "Okay thanks." he called to her and went back to trying on the clothes. As much as he wanted to struggle with the curtain again, he knew it wouldn't do much good. Thought he could see a slither of Caylee right on the other side but hopefully she hadn't noticed the opening. He reached back with one arm this time and gave his shirt a good yank to get it over his head. All of the shirt was tucked under his chin now and he pulled his arms out and throw it to the stoop the pants had original been on.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 18:48:21 GMT -5
Caylee giggled and took her seat again, sitting as before. She had her view of Emmett again, and she watched carefully. "Hurry up there, Delicious," what could she say? The name stuck.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 18:53:05 GMT -5
He wish he had something soft that he could toss over the curtain rod and throw at her to cut it out. Even standing there in the booth alone with noone but himself, so he thought, to see she still manged to turn his pale cheeks into a red. Shivers shot down his spine from the cold making him arch over slightly and he rubbed the field of small bumps on his arm. Again, with his moving around, his boxers still hung out slightly in the back and he stuck his chest out as he reached back tucking them in. He then rubbed the back of his neck as he looked over the shirts, he pulled down the undershirt from behind the other and looked it over in his hands.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 18:57:42 GMT -5
Caylee resisted telling Emmett that his boxers were hanging out, thinking that if his face got any redder, it'd start a fire. Her toe tapped against the wall, and she reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of gum.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 19:03:35 GMT -5
He turned to face the mirror, the shirt still in hand. That was when his eyes finally met his face's reflection and it made him flench. What was really gut turning was how stupid his hair looked from all the on and off dressing and he quickly matted it down, as if a camera would be shot in his face any second. After a long sigh he pulled on the sleeveless shirt and once it was on he straightened it out from the bottom. He resisted an outloud 'ew' and tried not to lingerly to longly at his scrawny thin arms which proved well his old middle school nickname. He reached up getting the other shirt and looked down and over the pattern before putting it on. His eyes glanced toward where Caylee was setting, expecting to see just black, but he found eyes falling back upon him. "Don't watch me change-" he cutting himself off by quickly pulling to close the left side gap Caylee could see him through.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 19:06:50 GMT -5
"Awwwwww," she playfully groaned, grinning all the while. She got off the chair and crawled to the curtain, laying on her back. She peeked her head under the curtain and didn't say a word. They were lucky they were the only people in the changing room.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 19:13:16 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes at her complains and flipped over the shirt, putting his right arm through first. When having it on he pulled it wrinkle free. He adjusted the collar pulling it up and then folding it back over. It was nice. It was okay. He personally liked it better on the hanger.
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