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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 12, 2007 11:43:22 GMT -5
"Yes you do, Emmie. Don't you lie to me," she gave him a pout, moving her bangs out of the way with her hand, the other hand wrapping around Emmett's waist. "You definitely do remember. I do. You'd go Mer-ry Jayyy-ne, Mer-ry Jayyy-ne. The monst-ah's gunna get me! And I'd tell you to come up to my bunk and I'd protect you."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 12, 2007 11:51:49 GMT -5
He tilted back his head so he didn't have to look at her as she mocked his high pitched voice. If you could call that a voice. Not that it was much better now, atleast in his opinion. "Not alwaaaays..." he insisted, saying there were nights he wouldn't bother her about it. Actually when he thought about it there were nights he remembered just sitting in then high corner of his bed curled up just...sitting there awake most the night. Though when he'd do that he'd start seeing things and have sudden outbursts. If not with crying then with calling Mary Jane in a panic. He was such a fragile little kid. ...Not that he hadn't had some of those very same moments with her now that they were older.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 12, 2007 11:57:54 GMT -5
"Then sometimes, I'd go down to you and then I'd hold you until you went to sleep," she recounted. "And you'd get all apologizing because you'd cry into my shirt and get it wet. How could you not remember? I think you do, Emmie. You little liar."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 12, 2007 12:02:12 GMT -5
His hands began to lock up and hurt as they always did when she'd bring up something really embarassing like that. He tried to casually squeeze the fingers on his right hand with the left and shook out his wrists. Just thinking about crying into her shirt and apologizing and all of that stuff made his whole body hurt, his head feeling empty and heavy at the same time. Even that hurt, down at his jaw and the back of his neck. "Sorry..." he told her. For everything. For his awkwardness right now, for his childish behavior in her story. For lying to her even.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 12, 2007 12:04:38 GMT -5
"But I'd never mind," she continued. "Because you were my best friend. And that's what best friends do for each other. They hold each other when they're scared, let them cry on you, let them sneak into your dorm in the middle of the night and keep you up because they're terrified of being alone. All part of the job description, huh, Emmie?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 12, 2007 12:09:53 GMT -5
"Oh how you do go on." he stated to the room ever so quietly, even so his voice still cracked a bit. Emmett pulled on her sleeve gently and then slowly brought his forehead to touch against the front of her shoulder. Not that his eyes were at all in focus, though they were even with her collar bones. The tip of his nose touched the skin on them slightly. He didn't dare speak a word as he was never good at this taking charge and just doing whatever he felt like doing at that moment. Which was what he was doing now.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 12, 2007 12:16:41 GMT -5
She let her head rest on the top of his, wrapping her arms tighter around him. His breathing tickled her skin, but she didn't make a peep, just smiled softly. She didn't even tell him about it, knowing that if she did, he'd stop and apologizing over and over again. She buried her nose in his dark hair and mused silently about how his hair smelled of lavender and if he was the one that stole her shampoo that she thought she had left at home...
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 12, 2007 12:24:10 GMT -5
A sharp breath escaped him feeling her against his head and in his hair. Not to mention when she wrapped around him even more. He kept his arms tight against himself, and pulled back his shoulders slight to straighten his back. He moved in closer to her a bit and tried to be very slow and smooth about it. His heart feeling like it would crack and simply break to crums if she didn't let him get closer to her. He hardly ever tried to but right now he felt like he had to, just feeling weak and alone at the end of his long day. He felt his knees run into- though barely tapping Caylee's legs. "S-s-sorry." he said in response quickly, his voice a whisper. And his legs pulled back, though still curled up under him. He glanced up at her staring at to see her reaction and hoped she didn't notice him looking.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 12, 2007 12:27:44 GMT -5
"It's fine," she whispered back, not opening her eyes. She definitely wouldn't mind Emmett's legs touching her own. It shot shivers up her spine and made her smile more, though concealed into his hair. "How was your day, Emmie?" she tried to make conversation to cover up the awkward situation. "I haven't seen you all day."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 12, 2007 12:49:56 GMT -5
Emmett couldn't help but began to laugh nerviously. He curled up and tilted his head down more as he did and trying to hold it in just made it sound more dorky. He kept his eyes closed now and answered her quietly. "It was fine. Thanks ehheh..." He bit down on his bottom lip to shut himself up, not even knowing why he'd gotten so nervious like that. He bit harder with his thoughts but a smile still stayed on his face. It was just so obvious how the subject was changed.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 12, 2007 12:52:35 GMT -5
"Mine was a bit boring," she shifted her legs slightly, not away from him. "But my dorm is all set up. You'll see it tomorrow, won't you? And meet my new roommate. Oh, and I need a picture of you for my photos. I forgot yours at home."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 12, 2007 12:59:16 GMT -5
He nodded against her shoulder. Of course he would come by. He was just always scared about getting caught. Also he hoped Caylee's new roommate wouldn't mind him always popping in, being a boy and all. There was a chance this roommate would be really with the rules on that one and just wouldn't agree that Emmett should be hanging around.
"You do noooot..." he insisted in a whine but a bit of a scowl behind it. As it was the few pictures of him that she had, he'd let her take all out of good fun. Maybe three of them. And beyond those he didn't want to take more. He didn't like being infront of people period- a picture was so permanent. It was just annoying at the thought people would see it and he never liked how they came out.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 12, 2007 13:01:36 GMT -5
"Emmie! I neeeeed one!" she pouted into his hair. "How can I not have a picture of you in my dorm? I have my favorite one on my laptop, but your parents didn't let me take the printer with me."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 12, 2007 13:07:19 GMT -5
"See you do have that. That's one. That counts." he told her bluntly and looked up at her again like before. He actually wasn't exactly sure which one she was talking about on her laptop but then again he was pretty sure he didn't want to know.
"I don't waaannaaaaaa..." he whined and came closer to her. He was getting cold but he didn't want to pull his arm out to reach and pull up on the sheets. He curled his feet and pulled his legs up more trying to feel her body heat without actually touching her anymore than he all ready was. Which to him was too much. He was always afraid she'd stop him. He was terrified of taking away her personal space. He couldn't take getting yelled at or even if she gently told him to back off a little.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 12, 2007 13:10:10 GMT -5
"But you haaaafta," she whined back. "If you don't... then... I'll never come and visit you again." Wow. That threat was so empty that you could probably go swimming in it. And it was an overused one as well. Emmie knew as well as she did that she couldn't bare to stay away from Emmett for more than a day. She'd go nuts and start to analyze things. It was never good when Caylee started to analyze.
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