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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 3:02:09 GMT -5
The trek across campus in only her shorts and muscle shirt in the middle of the night was not easy. But, Caylee's roommate had yet to arrive, it was still before semester started. Caylee always did have an issue with being alone. She sprinted down the too familiar hallway, turning all the right corners. She inserted the key she already had into the correct door and crept in. "...Emmie?" Nothing. "Emmie, you awake?" With the nightlight by the bed, she could easily see a form wrapped in blankets, familiar black hair sticking out from the top. There was another empty bed. Emmett's roommate must've not came yet, too. She crouched down on the side of Emmett's bed, her chin resting on the mattress. "Eeeeh-mieeee," she carefully poked his shoulder. "Waaake h-uuuuup."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 3:16:39 GMT -5
After going back and forth between the small radio that sat under the night stand lamp and a few books, it had taken Emmett forever to even begin to relax and settle down for the evening. He'd always had a hard time ending his days. Most of the time he'd listen into whatever he could on his radio clock. He would have been on his laptop that sat across the room on the desk just staring at him with it's mint black screen. Though he didn't set up the internet yet, and he had nothing else really to do on it that he was in the mood for.
Sketch books were on the outter side on the floor by his bed. Some had just been laid there as he was done looking through them. Another had fell to the ground about half an hour ago. Emmett wasn't one to exactly sleep in one position all night. He easily stirred and with in the short time he was already centered in the bed, having moved away from the edge where he'd dozed off. Both legs bent up, his left higher, closer to meeting his chest. He was laying on his right side and his chin was against the blue collor of his large night shirt.
He raised his head from hearing his name and rocked it a bit slowly coming to. The boy turnd over onto his back and let his heavy head follow behind, it comeing around to completely switch sides. He saw the face on the side of his bed and blinked his eyes bringing the figure into view. Even knowing who it was didn't come soon enough before he turned back up on his right, barring his face into his pillow. He'd already given an muffled yelp of sorts and now he titled his head back, hating himself for it. "Mary Jaaa-aaaaaane..." he whispered and whined her name, as if they needed to whisper at all.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 3:21:04 GMT -5
Caylee smiled, pleased at the results and mentally patting herself on the back. "Hiya, Emmie. It's me, Mary Jane. I couldn't sleep tonight, it was quiet and... oh, you know how I am. So, I thought I'd come over and give you a visit. I'd like to stay with you, so if you could kindly give me a call back at three nine four, two eight, nine one, I'd love to meet up with you. Maybe sometime tonight. Thanks. Love, Mary Jane."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 3:27:37 GMT -5
Through her message he moved more onto his back though not completely, and again his head fell to meet his eyes on her. They were half lid and you could say he was both amused and unamused at the exact same time. It wasn't like she'd never creeped into his room before at all hours or just popped in. Sometimes getting even more of a scare from him. Thankfully for his sake it wasn't like that tonight.
"...Love, Mary Jane?" he repeated to her with a cocked brow. "What, are you writting a letter? Fuck. Get up here." he teased, but without the smallest smile or even hint of warmness, but that was just him. ...this early in the AMs.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 3:31:16 GMT -5
"You need to treat me better," Caylee commented, crawling into his bed and under the covers. "I go all out and leave you a pretty message and you tease me about it. I even asked nicely. Now I'm all depressed because you tease me so much when I only want to be close to you." she gave a sniffle. "Happy?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 3:36:25 GMT -5
He turned completely onto his back now and was quite surprised at her getting into the covers with him. That didn't always happen. It usually did. Still not always. And no matter what it always caught him off just a little bit. He just wasn't always expecting it. It's not that he minded. Sure the self constious thoughts acted up again with her laying so close with him. Though it was something Emmett was pretty much forced to get use to.
"Mmm." giving a sound you make in reference to grandmother's cooking as his reply, and now turned on his back. He looked at her with large but not widened eyes, a small sweet innocent smile without teeth grew on his face. He explained his answer to her question and gave a single blink, still keeping the angelic smile to her. "You're here."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 3:39:28 GMT -5
"I'm sorry for waking you up," she turned an unnatural serious for a moment. "My roommate doesn't arrive until tomorrow... and I was sleeping and when I woke up, I was freaking out. You know how I hate to be alone... I'm sorry," she repeated.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 3:49:21 GMT -5
Emmett shook his head to tell her he didn't mind one bit. And he didn't. Never once did he mind, not that he could remember. And it happening that was was unlikely. He completely understood, being as his own being alone issues drove him close to insanity most of the time. Jumping at random points in the middle of silence. He just couldn't take it, and he hated being alone with his thoughts, especially.
He crossed his arms a little above his wrists and streched his arms that way, before bringing them back and pulled his elbows out slowly so his hands then came to tuck under his head. His shirt being so over sized, the short sleeves of the shirt fell into itself. The large holes of the fabric exposed his praticly hairless chest and underarms. Not that he grew much hair on his own other than on his head anyway. Holding back a yawn he closed his eyes just for a moment, then glanced to Mary Jane before staring up at the ceiling.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 3:54:13 GMT -5
Caylee remembered what she had wanted to tell him that afternoon, but had been too busy setting up her room. She hesitated at first, but then laid her head on his chest, under his arm. She didn't want to freak him out or anything, but the topic needed Caylee to at least have some sort of friendly contact. And Emmett was never one to turn down a hug. "So... uh... Sammy dumped me this morning..." Sammy had been her summer fling, her first girlfriend. Things had seemingly been going great, until Caylee got a phone call that morning, with her girlfriend telling her that this long distance thing just wasn't going to work. As if the school and their home town weren't more than an hour away. They hadn't gotten that close that the break up would be devastating, but it still stung.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 3:59:33 GMT -5
After cringing his teeth on the left of his jaw, the words registered and they weren't just words anymore. "uh-...eh-..." there was cracking in this throat. Like just opening his mouth and sound was already trying to pour out. Yet nothing was actually said. It's not to say he didn't like Sammy. It was more like Sammy didn't like him, or at least he thought. Caylee had always assured him that that was insane. That she would never even talk to someone who couldn't get along with him. Though he thought that was even more insane.
"What...what happened?" he asked her quietly and with stressed confustion, his words stretched out. He didn't think they would last as long as they did, and still he also didn't think they'd end at the start of school.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 4:02:50 GMT -5
"She said that the long distance thing just couldn't work out," She shrugged, lifting her cheek up so she could put a hand underneath it. Of course, there was more to the story. There always was. "But, whatever, I guess. Not like I could ever keep anyone. Maybe I'll swear off boys and girls for a while. Enjoy the single life."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 4:08:09 GMT -5
"Well...we may not be the coolest of clubs," already intitling himself leader of the singles. Not that he'd sweared off anything, or atleast not out loud, right now he was really looking. Bullshit, of course he was. Though he was trying his best not to. Which actually seemed to be harder than he'd ever imagine. For him of all people. He had decided he's stand back and try to just ignore everyone for a while. "Though we are well known. And we have cool hats." he assured her, cracking jokes being a bit out of character. Though he was trying to be comforting.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 12:23:37 GMT -5
"It's just garabage, you know?" She grumbled, turning her head into his chest slightly. "And you know what she said at the end of her message? I know you, Cay, you'll be fine. It's not like you were looking for a long time commitment. What bullshit. Why does everyone think that I can't commit? I haven't even had a long enough relationship with someone to be able to show that I can't. I hate people, Emmie..."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 12:37:46 GMT -5
"Good thing I'm notta people." he said outloud to the room proudly, and smiled sadly, looking down at her. Though not for long, for the sake of his neck.
It sounded like this breakup was over the phone or something. Or she'd left a voicemail. Or something of that sort. It wasn't the worst way to end a relationship thought it most certainly wasn't the most thoughtful. Nor the most fun to receive from the other person's end. In this case Caylee's end. And she obviously wasn't too excited about it. He was surprised this happened in the morning, being now it was hours away from morning. Taking place on one of the few days Emmett and Caylee weren't running on eachother's heels all day- something like this happened.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 12:40:23 GMT -5
Caylee let out a puff of breathe in response, making her jet black bangs flutter. "Tell me a story, Emmie." Not an unusual request, or a rare one, from Caylee.
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