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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 19, 2007 23:16:18 GMT -5
His eyebrows raised up hiding now completely behind his hair. He shook his head very slowly just back and forth twice. Wow. What a trip, what was he to her really if she couldn't even remember to tell him about her boyfriend? He thought about guilting her right then and there over it, but he just wasn't that kind of person. His face barely changed expression from then on. He didn't want to show her any anger or heartbreak. Though he was a bit disappointed, it was her business. Obviously she didn't want Emmett to be part of this. She had reasons for not telling him. He just wasn't important enough. It wasn't for him to know about. She didn't want to tell her best friend such wonderful news of her relationshi- okay now he was blink a little too much, but his thoughts were hurting his own feelings.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 19, 2007 23:19:16 GMT -5
"Emmie..." she said softly, not wanting the conversation to go into the front seats. She took his hand again, watching blink. Blinking rapidly was Emmett-ese for hurt feelings, she knew that. "I meant to tell you, I swear I did. I was just really busy. With classes and everything. Please don't be upset."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 19, 2007 23:28:12 GMT -5
His bottom lip went into a slight pout against his will but he continued to stare at her with large eyes. He couldn't help it. How was she just too busy to say- He can't talk right now I'm with my boyfriend? Really, it was a sorry excuse. Though he'd never say so out loud. He wanted to take his hand back, but he didn't, and instead shrugged and looked down facing forward again. He bit into his lip but quickly stopped afraid for his parents to catch him.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 19, 2007 23:31:08 GMT -5
Her eyes got bigger as well, filling with confusion and sorrow. She really didn't want to go into the details with their parents sitting less than three feet away from them. Or rather, didn't want to go into them at all. How would she be able to explain that since that bedding incident with Ari and Emmett's name, she didn't want the two to mix, in case something else came out.
"Emmett, please," she said in a whisper, her hand slowly letting go of his.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 19, 2007 23:33:33 GMT -5
He snapped his head back to her and looked at her ready for her to tell him something. "Yeah?" he asked innocently, as if nothing had just happend. As if in sudden silence she'd called his name, and he came to her attention and request, giving her respect and room to speak whatever she wanted to say to him.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 19, 2007 23:37:11 GMT -5
"... I'm sorry," she told him. And she was. She meant both words. And the 'I'm' got double apologies. It was a contraction. She let go of his hand completely, and sank back into the seat. She felt horrible, guilt-ridden and shameful. Her head was beginning to hurt from all the mental slapping she was giving herself.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 19, 2007 23:41:51 GMT -5
He nodded. "I know." Goddamnitfukshitemehgrcrapshitfreakinbloodyrawrhell! Why wouldn't she tell him? He could tell she wasn't feeling so great about this but what about how he felt- the fact that she'd completely ignored the subject to him. It wasn't like they didn't talk. You'd think at one point she'd tell him she met this boy and how the story goes. She always did. This was really the first time, and though there's a first for everything, it doesn't mean it wasn't painful.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 19, 2007 23:45:26 GMT -5
She nodded shortly and stared down at the lap. She reached for her phone and turned it off before Ari could text her again. * They arrived at their home no more than an hour later. Caylee had fallen into a troubled sleep. She began with her head tilted forward, instead of on her usual pillow, Emmie's shoulder, or lap. She was still sleeping as they pulled into the driveway of the Brigg's abode.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 19, 2007 23:51:49 GMT -5
He also started his napping to the outerside of them, but he couldn't take the neck pain and soon landed himself on her right shoulder. He still loved her. And it's not like he was about to start a huge sibling rivalry kind of war here. Not to mention he needed her for this. Not that he'd even been too aware of what he was doing when he barried his face into her shirt, but still. Obviously he wasn't ready to be completely upset with her over this. When the car stopped he inhaled sharply but stayed asleep. He could feel both their bodies shift with the stop, but he was unaware of what exactly was happening. He needed the sleep to be completely honest.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 19, 2007 23:55:08 GMT -5
Caylee was woken up to a tickle on her neck by Emmett's inhale. She blinked a few times, staring around at her surroundings. She stretched slightly, now looking at Emmett sleeping on her shoulder. It was such a rarity to see him asleep, she forgot how peaceful he looked while doing it. Not to mention that he was sleeping on her, which had to be a good sign. With a soft touch to the top of his head, she whispered his name softly. "Emmie? Emmie, wake up. We're here."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 8:56:02 GMT -5
Normally he'd rise and shine, not wanting to be a bother but his body told him to stay asleep. Give an inch take a mile, he must have been making up for the last few long nights. The only thing that registered was his name and he relaxed against her more. She was comfortable, you couldn't blame him. His dad now called to him. "Son! Come on." That woke him up. He sat up, startled and aware. Looking at Mary Jane he lowered his neck and head in his usual fasion, "Sorry..." He glanced at her shirt to make sure he didn't drool on her or anything. Both parents were already out of the car and Emmett, pulled open the door, with his common trouble first of course, and stepped out from the high floor to the ground. He pulled his bag onto his shoulder and his mother gave it a very interesting look. Emmett caught it, but he wasn't sure if it was just because he still had it or because of the theme in general. He looked back up to MJ and gave her his hand to help her out.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 14:43:52 GMT -5
Of course, Caylee took it. But instead of letting herself get pulled out of the car, she pulled back on Emmett, giving him a pout. "We don't have to go in there, do we? We can just stay in the car and sleep more. You need sleep. I can tell. Stay with me. I demand it." She didn't want to have to talk to her foster parents. She didn't want the words adoption or divorce to come up in a conversation. She was happy sleeping with Emmett. She could cuddle up to him and pretend that he wasn't completely heartbroken with her. It'd be better than the actual reality.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 15:28:25 GMT -5
"Honey Monkey?" Emmett looked over at his mother as she was walking around the front of the car and to the back door of the house. She said the name in a motherly way, but it wasn't very flattering. He bit his lip, looking back up at Mary Jane now. That sounded great to him, but he wasn't sure his parents were just going to let them stay out there. "Uhh...c-can we just...?" His father seemed to be glaring at them now as he popped in the key into the locks. "We'll...be there in a minute...? Please?" he asked them softly, but hoped they heard so he wouldn't have to repeat himself. His mother tapped her bottom lip at him before turning and going into the house with her husband without another word. Emmett immediately bit back down the second they were out of view, despite his mother's disapproval.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 15:30:53 GMT -5
The second they were gone, she pulled Emmet back into the car, leaning over him to shut the door behind him. She snuggled up against him in the cramp back seat. "Now, we hotwire the car," she said in a sinister voice. "And high tail it out of here."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 15:35:16 GMT -5
"I'm game." he said honestly (or not), but not matching Caylee's energy. He turned and leaned over, pulling on the knob and handle on the side of the seat, and the backing was lowered down a bit. He turned back over, crawling next to her and flipped onto his back so she was on her side up against him. He brought both hands behind his head, and made sure his arm wasn't holding down her hair tight against the seat, gently bringing her hair out so it laid over his arm instead. Yawn.
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