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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 25, 2007 21:47:16 GMT -5
"Water, please," she responded, taking some shrimp into her dish. "I'm doing fine, I guess. It's been pretty easy going so far, but Junior year is supposed to be the toughest." Caylee was in all Honors classes. "Plus, I have my English regents during the midterms. Four essays in two three hour sessions."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 25, 2007 21:53:17 GMT -5
"You'll do fine, I know you will." he beamed at her and took the water from Victoria and put it infront of Caylee.
"She always does." she nodded at her and gave her own warm smile.
Emmett re entered, his eyes mark free. In all honesty, he'd teared up just a little over what'd happen, but he was sure noone would notice since he had to rub his eyes to get the makeup off and used water.
When he sat back down on MJ's right their mother gave them their orders from earlier, setting the bowl of green infront of Caylee and the yellow infront of Emmett. He looked down at them, and turned to her with a small smirk easily amused by the mistake.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 25, 2007 21:54:35 GMT -5
She gave a small thanks to her foster parents, and then an equally small snerk to Emmett. While Victoria had looked away, she placed the green beans in front of Emmett and took the corn for herself.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 25, 2007 21:59:40 GMT -5
He helped the switch, sliding the bowl closer to her and taking his from her hand. Even their father smiled at these, but nothing was spoken outloud for the sake of mother's feelings/patience.
Once everyone was seated Emmett looked around to note that he'd been the only one without a drink. He paused sitting back, gave a quiet "Excuse me." and got up once more to pour himself something.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 25, 2007 22:04:38 GMT -5
She glanced around a bit impatiently, being a tad unnaturally polite. She was waiting until Emmett got back to the table to start eating, even though her stomach was yelling at everyone to get back.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 25, 2007 22:11:09 GMT -5
He returned and sat, pulling his seat in. He looked through the food selection which wasn't many. ...Great.
"...C-...May I just...h-have-"
"Emmett." his father snapped. Oh yeah dad, like that helped him at all. Emmett just grew tenser.
"Can I have double green beans, please? ...Please?" he asked mommy, looking at her through his bangs. He wasn't going to eat fish and shrimp. They should have known that, obviously they just didn't care enough to think about it.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 25, 2007 22:13:03 GMT -5
Caylee could wolf down anything, no problem, it was Emmett who was a bit more difficult. She stared at him with large eyes as he asked for more food.
"Em, you can have some of my corn, if you want," she offered him the bowl.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 25, 2007 22:23:45 GMT -5
"No no Caylee, honey, that's yours." she reminded her and stood, calling Emmett with her. He looked at Caylee like it was his turn to be hanged. Once again he left the table and walked over to his mother timidly.
"Get your bowl." she instructed sternly, and he jumped right back to the table and stumbled back to her now with his food feeling like an idiot. She served her son more and then patted his shoulder to go back to his seat.
"Thank you." he told her loudly and sat back down.
"Quiet down, Oliver." So like his dad. If he didn't say thank you, he'd probably get something thrown at him, and when he did he was told he was talking too much.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 25, 2007 22:28:04 GMT -5
Another sympathetic smile. She left the bowl of corn in the middle of them, leaving it so Emmett could take some if he was getting tired of green beans. If he ate enough, he could turn green himself.
She stabbed one of the shrimp with her fork, and bit into it, leaving the tail.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 25, 2007 22:34:34 GMT -5
There was silence as everyone started to eat. Emmett reached over and got the salt from the middle of the table. He layed his food with a light layer, mixed it up, and then added more.
"Slow down, Emmett."
"Sorry dad..." he returned the shaker and started to eat. He was excited to eat something he had actually been craving for the last half hour- since usually he was never eager about food.
"...It tastes great, mom."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 25, 2007 22:36:00 GMT -5
"God forbid you should gain a few pounds," she muttered out of the side of her mouth to Emmett, smirking. Louder, she said to her mom, "Yea, the shrimp is delicious."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 25, 2007 22:43:45 GMT -5
"Just for you, Caylee sweetheart."
Emmett looked up at his mother sadly...as that was the end of her answers to their complements. He looked back and forth between the two and sat up trying not to let it get to him. Well yeah, he tried, but it just wasn't working.
"...D-...did I do something?" he asked the couple daringly.
"Well, I heard you were a bit rude on the phone to your father." she surprisingly answered his question rather quickly.
"Those were not my words, Vick."
"You sure made it sound like he was, I thought that was your point in telling me you talked to him, that you two we-"
"Don't start with me, Vickie." cutting off her rambling.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 25, 2007 22:45:47 GMT -5
Oh great, now started the topic that Caylee had most desperately wanted to stay away from. She glanced down at the table, her hands wringing themselves together in her lap. She had suddenly lost her appetite and it wasn't the shrimp that were making her stomach turn.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 25, 2007 22:51:50 GMT -5
Shit, why'd he have to go and open his mouth. He bit his lip and looked down into his bowl and then quickly filled his yapper with more food. He reached over and tried to convince himself to take Caylee's hand, put his hand on her knee, something to make some contact with her for not only his own insecurities but as a sorry. Yet his hand only floated over her leg, twitching slight at it's indecition.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 25, 2007 22:55:27 GMT -5
Her eyes shut as their arguing continued. Her head was tilted down. If her eyes were opened, she'd be staring at her hands and lap. She tried to drown them out. Whenever she wanted to unfocus from something, she usually recited lyrics in her head.
... Dearly beloved... we gather here to say our goodbyes...
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