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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 17:00:32 GMT -5
"Noooo," she quickly wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him to her body. "I'd be so extremely happy if you would stay with me forever. And that's the God-honest truth."
And it was. She'd be elated if they could just lay there forever.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 17:03:12 GMT -5
"...No offense...but...at totally thuper as that sounds..." squinted his eyes a bit.
"Wouldn't get like...boring...after a while? Not that I'd love to do all that...laying here forever stuff... but... don't you think we'd eventually like...go insane with nothing to actually do?"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 17:12:53 GMT -5
"Nooo, we're already insane," she chuckled. "Silly Emmie."
She snuggled her head into his shoulder more. The cow was stuffed between her stomach and his side, resting comfortably.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 17:28:49 GMT -5
"You would seriously lay here forever... just...laying here. That's it. You wouldn't try to coux me into playing weird games, or stuff like that?" turning his head towards her, then back up at the ceiling.
"I seriously doubt that. You'd get bored, hungry- might even try to eat my arm. Or as a last source of entertainment do something to my hair or other things to bring you some kind of show to keep yourself entertained. I could only imagine the things you'd come up with. I'm sure you're thinking of a million right now. It's frightening to think about what you're dreaming up."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 17:44:50 GMT -5
"Right now, I'm thinking how you should be resting and not thinking of such complex sentences. You're going to wear yourself out into nothing more than Emmie-dust," she brushed his hair past his forehead. "Try going to sleep."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 18:01:09 GMT -5
"I'm not that tired anymore..." Lies.
"I'm not thinking so much about sleep anymore." Bloody lies.
"I'm kinda just...I don't know...out of it...but like dazed. Not sleepy." he explained. And even though he was actually tired, he honestly would rather stay up and talk to her. Even with all the time apart it wasn't that he was trying to make up for it. He just had this dier need to talk to her.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 18:09:48 GMT -5
"You are so tired," she insisted. She hugged him tighter, holding him closer to her. "You need sleep or else tomorrow you won't function. Please try to sleep? For me? Please, Emmie?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 18:24:01 GMT -5
"...I want to stay up with you..." he admitted, a bit regretably, not really something he would say outloud like that. Just so out in the open. He was also afraid if he fell asleep she'd get up and do something else. He knew it wouldn't matter- because he'd be asleep anyway- but he didn't want her to leave him.
"Can we just...talk...or something...?"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 18:25:05 GMT -5
"If you want to talk, you have to think of what to talk about, because then you're going to have to go straight to sleep," she bargained. She didn't mind talking to him, but she cared more about his well-being more than anything else.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 18:28:12 GMT -5
"...It's your fault. You woke me with your over the shoulder antics." he insisted, once again turning his head towards her.
"And for future referance." he added, "I actually would prefer bridal. You're so thin- your shoulders can some times be a little...ouch. ...and where are you storing all this hidden muscle? How have you been hiding it?" he asked her, a hand comeing down to squeeze and search her arm.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 18:31:19 GMT -5
She squealed, Emmett hitting one of her special tickle spots. She twisted, trying to get away from his probing hands. "In my stomach! Under my fatty-fat-ness," she teased, laughing.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 18:38:05 GMT -5
"Oh please, don't even get me started searching there." he threatened, easing up on her and letting her arm free. Mainly just because he knew if he didn't she would think twice before fighting back. Which was why he only threatened, and didn't go any further.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 18:40:22 GMT -5
"You are such a little dork, Emmie," she laughed, settling back against him again, regaining her breath. She buried her head into his shirt. "And you are not allowed to tickle me anymore."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 18:53:52 GMT -5
"You really expect me to agree to that? I can't make any promises- since I've tried to get you to make the same deal with me and you never pull through, do you?-Yeah that's what I thought." not giving her the slightest second to answer back. They both knew the answer to that anyway.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 20:00:52 GMT -5
"How about, if you tickle me, I'll make your ribs hurt so much that they'll be screaming for justice?" she crinkled her nose, staring up at him. "What do you say to that, huh? Huh? Yea, that's what I thought."
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