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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 20:18:09 GMT -5
"Let's just go back to the awkward quietness then." he suggested snuggling back with her once again. His own arms slowly found a comfortably around her waist, but not wrapped around or holding her- just there. And that was good enough for him. He turned his face to the side, his cheek against her shoulder, centered between her neck and side of her shoulder.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 20:41:15 GMT -5
She laughed softly, stroking his head just once before going back down to his waist. She felt his arms around her own waist and it made her smile even more. She felt restless, though. Like she needed to do something. And quickly. "They're going to wonder where we are, you know," she mentioned quietly.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 20:55:04 GMT -5
He sqeezed his eyes shut for that moment that she pet him and then relaxed against her again. As she spoke about their parents he had to roll his eyes this time, not able to hold back. First off, it wasn't his favorite subject. And second, who the hell cares? ...Okay yeah, he worried. Still, it didn't mean he wanted to. "Ooooh, let them."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 21:00:03 GMT -5
"Sounds good to me," she said with another smile and let herself go deeper into Emmie's body. "Sooo, Emz." she started with a grin. "Tell me. Any girls falling at your feet lately?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 21:06:45 GMT -5
"...If they have, then I must be stepping right over them because I haven't even talked to another girl in ooooh...pffft, besides you and your roommates...my acting partner... yeah. How about the tenth of never. That sounds about right." Ouch, he sure sounded bitter, though his voice was quiet and not too stern. Still he wasn't trying to sound so annoyed with it- he was okay being single. There was plenty of pain and hurt feelings left from the past but he didn't need to make up with it with just more relationships. And...he didn't exactly know anyone who would have him.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 21:09:12 GMT -5
....Ouch. Caylee backed down quickly, hearing the bitterness in Emmett's tone. It was easy to pick out, even if he tried to hide it. She sunk back into the back of the seat, loosing up on Emmett's waist. "Okay, okay. Geez. Sorry. I was just trying to... make conversation."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 21:14:52 GMT -5
He hadn't snapped at her about it. Atleast he didn't think he did. He had been pretty quiet, and though his words were a little aggressive, his tone certainly wasn't. "S-sorry...n-no it's okay. I was um..." he shrugged. "I don't know, there are some nice kids at our school..." not even close to giving her names, since he'd probably never hear the end of it. "Just none of them to want anything to do with Emmett."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 21:19:51 GMT -5
Caylee quickly lightened up at his apology. "Aww, that's too bad," she gave a sympathetic smile. "I'd want something to do with you any day, Emmie. You'd make the perfect boyfriend. I could lay in bed all day, and you'd feed me grapes and fan me."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 21:35:09 GMT -5
He grinned and of course predictably turned his head down as he did. "Yeah- you're sweet." he sighed leaning into her even more than before. "...heh..." he smirked again, unable to hold it in. Maybe she was just being nice, but nice indeed it was. Not to mention the part about being the perfect boyfriend and all that. Feeding her and what not. "...Yeah, I totally would." sticking his tongue out between his teeth.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 21:39:46 GMT -5
"You would already do it now, so it wouldn't be much of a change," she said. She stuck her tongue out at him as well. "You're such a little slave to me. It's so adorable."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 21:52:42 GMT -5
"Gee, thanks." he told her blunt and tired. "Slave huh? That's a new one. So now I'm your geek AND your slave?" he pointed out, though putting it in question for just to humor her. She was possesive. And he needed it. If not for jerks like those bullies from drama, but for his own sanity- as they both learned over the years.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 21:54:48 GMT -5
"Emmett, darling, you're mine. I own every little hair on your body. You should know that by now," she smiled brilliantly at him. He knew it, she knew that. "Your heart? It has MARY JANE THAYER stamped all over it. If you die, I loose money. That's how bad I own you."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 21:57:52 GMT -5
"...Thwell." he comment quietly and inhaled deeply. He completely went limp agianst her now, his head becoming heavy. If she owned him, she was required to provide him a pillow, warmth, comfort, and security. As he rested against her she gave him all of that without any ounce of effort. Lucky for her. And for him. He doubted he'd be able to stay up very late tonight- his bad sleep patterns seemed to be catching up with him. He couldn't hold back a small yawn, and near the end it became audioble- sounding like some kind of baby animal.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 21:59:52 GMT -5
"That was a cute little sound," she smiled softly as she cautious adjusted him against her for a more comfortable position. She wrapped her arms completely around him, acting like a blanket. "You must be more tired than you let on, Emmie. Why are you letting me keep you up?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 22:03:38 GMT -5
He squeezed his eyes shut, shrugging up his shoulders as she used that c word on him. He was tease again but did his best to lay against her like just a moment ago. "You're nooot... I'm not excited about sleeping in a car, but thanks for the concern." he told her honestly leaning his head back to smile up at her.
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