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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 3:24:25 GMT -5
Whoa baby. Now she sat above him and his arms buckled like his knees would if he were standing. He stayed sitting up slight, though his back was at an incline of sorts. He tilted his head back as she once again took all the control, which he wasn't even close to wanting to debate against or fight her for it. It was fine by him.
"Silly me! I have two children." their mother laughed at herself as she re entered.
Great, how to get out of this one- she was sitting on top of him! Emmett pulled up his legs and sat up all the way and gently but quickly pushed MJ back onto he ankles and left his hand on her shoulder holding her off.
"...Emmett. Hello. Honey, you're mouth is hanging open."
He snapped it closed, and sat up straighter with his shoulders back, before she could attack him for that too.
"......Well?" she asked loudly.
He stammered, stuttered, shook, and fussed with the end of his shorts nerviously. "I-I...oh- mm...Sorry! Green beans, please." as if he'd almost forgotten the question at first. "Please." he repeated not sure if he'd said it the first time. The look she gave him was not as nice and loving as how she'd treated Caylee before, and she left the room silently.
When the door had closed Emmett immediatly laid back with a thump.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 3:32:14 GMT -5
During Mrs. Briggs impromptu visit, Caylee sat back on the bed, her chest heaving. The thoughts that were flooding her mind were not good.
How the fuck could she do that? How the FUCK!? She had taken an oath. That her crush with him would remain simply a crush. She would never act on it, not once. He was Emmett, she was Mary Jane. That was that. And she just went and fucked it all up.
She felt like her heart had jumped into her throat and was strangling her. She put a hand to her chest and started to look around wildly. Suddenly, she began to quickly crawl off the bed.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she muttered under her breath. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry..."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 3:37:30 GMT -5
Even over her talking, he could feel how heavy his breathing was as he sat up. He also moved off the bed on the opposite side and was quite amazed that he could even look at her. He had grown a beet red and didn't even bother to hide it. Though natrually his hair made a good shade for 30% of his face, and with his head slightly tilted down, but still looking at her, it helped just a little.
"No..n-no...I-...don't say that, please...." he begged her and moved both hand to his forehead before pushing his hair back and holding it there.
"Don't tell me you're sorry, unless you really really mean because....nngh...hhuhn...mmm..." he was talking fast and was almost in a panic.
"Are you really?" he asked her hurriedly. "Do you mean it? Cause- I-....I..." he felt like he'd have a panic attack, but he knew he wouldn't. He just sounded like he was having one.
"I'm not sorry..." he blurted."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 3:41:48 GMT -5
Caylee was pacing, the only conscious thing she could do without ripping off her limbs. She was still breathing heavily, but now it wasn't due to lack of air. She couldn't believe she had acted on what she felt. What was wrong with her?
She stopped pacing when Emmett started stammering. What she sorry? No, of course not. Well, to Emmett she was. To herself... she actually... liked it... God, she was so contradictory.
But then she froze. Mind, heart, soul - froze.
"... You're not sorry?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 3:49:12 GMT -5
Oh dear all gods and goddesses don't make me repeat myself. He bit down hard into his bottom lip pulling practicly the whole thing into his mouth and out of view as he shook his head viciously, backing forth with his head tilted. His hair spinning out around him while he did.
...He could taste her lip baum suddently, and his eyes shot to the ceiling to get over this Oh my GOD! feeling it gave him. This was crazy, but happening, and he hadn't regretted it until Caylee seemed to want to take it all back and apologize for it. He could feel his heart pick it's spot to prepare itself to rip the moment she made it more clear she was sorry for what she'd done and the feelings she'd given him. He couldn't take it if it was true.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 3:52:58 GMT -5
She could tell that she was tearing him apart, but she didn't want to just let Emmie's feelings go. She licked her lips nervously, and ran a hand through her hair.
"N-not... not sorry.... how?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 3:56:02 GMT -5
He stood straight, shuffling his feet as he adjusted his stance, and straightened out his arms down infront of him, his hands fumbling with eachother as he stared at them absently.
"W-...if you...why'd you do that if you just...if you didn't want to then why d- Why did you d-...ugh...nngh..." he struggled again with words and ignored her question, but might have answered it at the same time. He didn't mind the kiss, he only minded if she'd done it just on a whim and now she wanted to forget about it. He was sensitive and he couldn't imagine that she'd actually take advantage of his feelings like her sorrys implied she was.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 3:58:31 GMT -5
"It's not that I..." she took a pause, feeling suddenly out of breath again. She sat down on the bed, her back facing Emmett. Maybe it would be easier if she didn't have to see the emotion in his eyes and face. "Emmie, it's not that... I didn't want to... it's that... I promised myself that I... wouldn't."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 4:02:24 GMT -5
He didn't understand what the hell that even meant and the confuse made it all worse for him. He turned putting his back against the 8x8 leg of her bed and kept his arms down together while his right foot came up so all the rubber from the bottom of his shoe was also against the post.
"...I-...hhgh...what?" he asked, his voice getting even more breathy, like a poorly trained theatrical theatre singer. He left his left arm down and his right hand rubbed his left arm thoughtfully, as if trying to ease a wound. He only rubbed his arm because he couldn't get to his heart.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 4:04:35 GMT -5
She took another deep breath. "Ever since I got into that car with you for the second time today, I couldn't stop thinking about wanting to kiss you. And I came fucking close to it once or twice, too."
There it was. The best confession he could get thus far. "And now that I did it, I fucking ruined everything."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 4:07:05 GMT -5
"R-...hhgh...ru-ruined what? What did you ruin?" What are you fucking talking about?
The red returned to his face from her comments about kissing a just bringing it up and everything. Though his main concern now set on why she felt she ruined things. She ruined nothing for him, that's for sure.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 4:10:29 GMT -5
What did she ruin? Didn't he listen? She ruined everything.
She buried her face in her hand. "I.don't.want.to fucking.loose you," she let out roughly. "You are... the best thing that ever happened to me. And I just.. fucked it all up."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 4:13:49 GMT -5
"I'm standing right here." almost talking over her- "S-sorry...sorry..." and then quickly apologized for it. He paused and she didn't speak so he went on. It wasn't the longest pause, but he felt guilty for jumping the gun there.
"I-...You know, I was i-...involved in this too...I was part of it. I'm- looking, I'm...here. I haven't left the room...I've hardly- When did I-, w-...Jay..." he dropped his head when he couldn't talk anymore, his tongue feeling heavy. He felt like she was toying with him. And he didn't like it one bit. The feeling in his chest was upsettin and difficult to swallow through and get around.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 4:17:29 GMT -5
She considered his words as he stopped talking. What did they mean? He was still here...
"... I asked you what you meant when you said that you weren't sorry," she whispered after the silence. "And you didn't even answer. What am I supposed to think?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 4:22:15 GMT -5
"Th-that maybe...I-...Y-you know me! Think about what you know of me! I can't answer you because I'm fuckin- I- Look at me! I mean, r-really... Because I liked it MJ! I'm-... I just can't..." talk, make sense, anything.
"I can hardly...t-talk! Right now..." she's drilled him into his core and he was a wreck now.
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