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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 14:42:55 GMT -5
"...No." he grumbled sourly, though it was a complete lie. He was hungry, he just didn't want to face his parents. He was surprised she was willing to go downstairs. He almost wasn't.If only the people who parented them weren't also the ones who fed them. Yeah, if only.
Despite his answer he crawled off the bed and ruffled his hair that felt flat and heavy from laying on the bed.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 16:08:14 GMT -5
"No?" she followed him with a smirk. "Then, pray tell, where are you going? Hot date or something? Hmm? You got some chick waiting for you? Is that it, Emmie? Are you going to ditch me for some other girl?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 17:52:40 GMT -5
He answered her, slipping on his shoes as well as a flamboyant lisp.
"Yeah, actually. Her name is Gregory." he joked and squatted down pulling out the heel of his shoe from when he'd flattened them down before and squeezed his foot inside.
He walked ahead of her and waited for her by the door, leaning back against the wall next to the frame.
"If it's not ready I'm running straight back up here, F-Y-I."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 19:30:37 GMT -5
"We wil pwn the stairs with the beating of our feet against it." she joked, joining him at the door. She linked her arm through his and pulled him against her. She left her shoes alone, she knew that they wouldn't scorn her as much as they would Emmett.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 25, 2007 3:36:56 GMT -5
Lucky her.
He was weakly pulled to her side and smiled shyly, looking up at her, hunched over as she did. He walked with her down the hall and down the stairs- He didn't have to use his hands, she didn't have to slow doww. They were growing up already, they'd come a long way from being nine. When they entered the kitchen it was easy to see Emmett's quick change in posture. He flattened out his hair and stood with Mary Jane as they were quiet and scopped things out. Dad hardly looked up, and mother dearest smiled brightly when she saw them there.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 25, 2007 5:47:58 GMT -5
"Is dinner ready?" Caylee asked politely. She was always the voice of the two. For some reason, they were always easier on Caylee than they were on Emmett. Unless she had done something really wrong, like getting a call from the school.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 25, 2007 20:51:45 GMT -5
Victoria shook out her wet hands over the sink before coming over to Mary Jane, wiping her right hand on her hand towel. With that hand she gently bent Caylee's head forward and kissed it. With the other she flicked water at Emmett and continued past them. He immediatly flenched and wiped his face with his arm. She laughed lightly and petted his head while moving empty plates to the table.
"Just two seconds, and we'll be set." she answered her and moved past them again, stopped, evened out Caylee's sleeves, told Emmett he needed a hair cut, then went on with setting up.
Emmett's head turned toward the way they'd came in and took some steps to leave, his mother pulling him back with a sharp tug.
"You can wait two seconds."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 25, 2007 20:56:49 GMT -5
"He's very hungry, mom," Caylee giggled, fussing up the back of Emmett's hair where her petting had flattened it. "We've been very busy upstairs."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 25, 2007 21:00:52 GMT -5
He jerked away from her hand when she'd made her clever little comments.
"Looked like you were just laying around, from what I saw." she smugly replied with a smirk as she began to lay out food, Emile coming and sitting at the table while the others talked and made fun.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 25, 2007 21:12:45 GMT -5
"Ah, but you can't always believe what you see," Caylee replied sagely, sitting down on the side of the table. "Isn't that what you told me about Santa?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 25, 2007 21:20:01 GMT -5
"Oh? And what is that suppose to mean?" she asked raising an eyebrow and served Emile first. Then sat down and helped herself before serving the two teens, as they were suppose to wait for her to give them the word to start.
Emmett's head hang and he peered up at Caylee, waiting for her to look at him so he could give her a WTF face. He wasn't sure why she was poking fun at this like that, but he knew she was probably doing it on purpose just to play with everyone's mind- or just to make him squirm.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 25, 2007 21:25:46 GMT -5
"It means that we were studying, of course," she smiled. "I have a math test coming up and I helped Emmie run some of his lines."
Fucking with people's minds was a favorite pasttime of Caylee's. Especially with her foster parents who were as oblivious as they come.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 25, 2007 21:34:59 GMT -5
As Emmett slowly picked his head up he found his father glaring right back at him, sitting directly infront of his son.
"...Wash that crap off your face." Emmett blinked and glanced away then back at father. His eyeliner. He should have known better, no matter how light it actually was today than usual. His dad spoke to him softly but that didn't make his words any kinder. He could love his son when he wanted to but it seemed to get harder with each year and each new weird thing Emmett got into.
He inhaled weakly and pushed back his chair to stand and left the table. "Excuse me." even though he'd been instructed to leave, he announced his leave before walking out to the bathroom.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 25, 2007 21:37:18 GMT -5
She sighed and gave him a sympathetic smile as he left. Once he was gone, she spoke to his parents. "He's been doing great in school, you know. And I heard him practicing for an audition he's got coming up. He sounds really great. He's amazing."
She felt like it was her duty to stick up for him if he couldn't fight for himself, which was most of the time.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 25, 2007 21:45:23 GMT -5
"Yeah. How about you? How are you doing in school?"
"You can pick out any fish or shrimp that you like." talking right over her husband, letting Caylee know she could pick out her entree now. Emile looked over at her, obviously bothered, but she stood to get the side dishes she'd left on the counter.
"What do you want to drink, Caylee?" He sighed as she called to her again, feeling like she didn't care one bit that she and him were trying to have a converstation.
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