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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 22, 2007 3:37:19 GMT -5
"You trust me?" he repeated so quickly after he was almost right ontop of her with their words. It was like he didn't even know what that even meant. He had no idea what to think of it. Sure he knew the word, he wasn't a toddler, but it was a term heard in the Aladdin movie, not spoken directly to him. His parents talked about trust sometime but it was about things with money. Again it had nothing to do with Emmett.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 3:43:09 GMT -5
"If I share a room with you, I should trust you, shouldn't I?" Mary Jane shrugged again. "Besides, you don't look that mean. And I already said that I wouldn't leave. So you can trust me."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 22, 2007 3:46:58 GMT -5
"That mean..." he repeated amussed and looking down at the floor. He held back a nervious laugh over it and just chuckled unwillingly through his teeth, his hair falling all around to frame off his face. Everything this girl said either was cute, made him think, or just make him more awkward about everything. He never had friend over, he'd never really talked to someone his age like this. It was different. Atleast she was a funny as she was. She was smart and quick. He automaticly marked his feelings as envy of her. "Heh...heh yeah, okay..."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 3:50:32 GMT -5
"You shouldn't hold in your laughs like that," Mary Jane automatically replied. "My Nanny once told me that every time you hold in your laugh, you get another laugh line when you're older."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 22, 2007 3:56:20 GMT -5
He looked up at her, his head first, then slowly straightened as he sat up. His hand brushed his hair out of the way so he could see her with no blind spots. He looked at her like she was a puzzle he'd started long ago and just discovered again, only less than half done, but still plent intact from previous efforts. Though really she seemed well put together. No gaps. She was a well built puzzle. Emmett wasn't sure what a laugh line was but in the silence he was able to ponder it a bit and settled for something related to wrinkles. "Um...I-...sorry."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 3:58:34 GMT -5
Mary Jane winced a little. "I'm sorry... I have a habit to just... blurt random things out. I say what's on my mind and it makes everything all.... awkward and stuffs."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 22, 2007 4:06:39 GMT -5
Biting on his bottom lip at this, he half smiled looking down just for a glimps. "Heh...I...don't think it makes much of a different." he told her quietly. His round about way of saying it'd be awkward anyway. Awkward was just a house hold word, only because of Emmett. And he was quite aware it was him they were talking about. As well as that he was very much what they called him. That he looked it, acted it. That was just him.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 4:08:51 GMT -5
She gave an uneasy smile back, her shoulders coming up in a shrug. "... Are your parents nice? Will they like me?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 22, 2007 4:16:49 GMT -5
He rubbed the back of his neck and then moved his hand up to scratch his head. "Uh....nh- I ...think they already do." he stated softly. They probably did. They seemed to anyway. He wasn't exactly sure how to judge his parents. He didn't know how to tell what the meanings behind what they do and say, he never did. And it wasn't exactly something that was becoming any easier to pick up. He'd tried but he just had such a hard time trying to get to know his parents well enough for those kinds of things.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 10:04:31 GMT -5
"That's good. I hope they're nice..." she replied softly. "What about any other family? Do you have any other family?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 26, 2007 21:01:40 GMT -5
Reaching his arms back behind him his hands rubbed the new sheets without curiousness and then stopped locking his arms to hold him up. He held his knees close together, his still pigeon toed though they hardly touched the ground. Though still he kept his legs in tight as the rest of his body, trying to not take up too much space and to prevent awkward random physical contact with the girl sitting closely next to him. "Mm, my dad's family's pretty big. He has four siblings and they all have kids, and some have kids too. So I guess it's alot. With my mom it's just her parents, her brother, and her sister's married and has kids, but that's it."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 21:04:59 GMT -5
"I don't have a family," she said softly. She shifted around so she was on her back and her head hung off the bed, her blonde hair falling around her head. "My mom and dad were only children. And their parents died when I was a little kid. So, it's only me."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 26, 2007 21:18:44 GMT -5
Little Emmett just stared down at his boney knees and then down to the floor. He'd never had to talk to anyone like this, not when they were saying the kinds of things she was talking about. It was beyond awkward for him. He didn't understand why she had to point that out. She asked him a question, and when she answered it made him feel like a jerk for saying what he'd said before that. Though she was the one who made him say it. Either way he was filled with guilt. "I'm sorry..." he apologized, more for him talking about his large family, than for the loss of her own.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 21:21:46 GMT -5
"Don't be," her hands came down to stay down on the floor. "I like big families. Maybe your family will become my family. Since I'm staying 'n all. Would you mind if that happened? I know that at one of the families that I stayed at, the girl didn't like me calling her mom 'mom'."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 26, 2007 21:28:36 GMT -5
Dropping his head his chin met his collar as his hair flipped and filled around her like a wet lion's mane while he slipped a small, but maybe unseen (so he'd hope) grin. "No, I don't mind. I hope they do, we can share them." he told her quietly, more like an offer than a statement. And of course he didn't mind at all. Honestly he would give them to her if she wanted and if he could. Then again because they weren't all the nicest of people, on his dad's side, he would never wish them upon anyone. Especially a nice girl like Mary Jane. He was sure they'd like her though.
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