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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 25, 2007 23:03:05 GMT -5
"680-4945," she replied as she slowly entered his name and number. She turned away from him slightly, and with a slightly red face she began to send a text to the newly achieved number. Dear Romeo- I like you, you stubborn jackass. Love, Juliet.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 25, 2007 23:05:58 GMT -5
"... Hm?" she focused herself into her phone. She always had a problem with asking boys out. It wasn't the fact that she couldn't- she actually loved to. It was the anticipation of awaiting the reaction that she couldn't stand.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 25, 2007 23:09:16 GMT -5
"What?" she looked up with an innocent smile. "I didn't say anything, but sure. If you're going to throw it out there. I do."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 25, 2007 23:19:17 GMT -5
Her phone vibrated and she flipped it open. After reading it, she shot him an amused glance.
Demetrius- Anything to get your love-potion-ridden head out of your ass. Titania.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 25, 2007 23:34:44 GMT -5
"Got a problem with that?" she asked back, her brow raised.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 25, 2007 23:40:58 GMT -5
"I'm sure you have a lot of experience with girls and their mouths, am I right?"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 25, 2007 23:51:47 GMT -5
"I'm a Queen, or have you forgotten?" she smirked. "I just don't go around to boys. Testing out the facilities of their mouths."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 25, 2007 23:56:51 GMT -5
"Oh, do you now?" she gave him the same smile back. "I must say. You have piqued my royal interest."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 25, 2007 23:58:39 GMT -5
"Live to serve? Or live to stall?" Caylee tilted her head. "Either way, you should hurry before her Highness' lips tire."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 0:02:08 GMT -5
"It is mine Royal Decree," she replied simply before closing off the space between them with a kiss.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 0:03:55 GMT -5
Caylee certainly did like kissing, and she missed it. She hadn't kissed anyone since her girlfriend broke up with her. She tilted her head to the side and brought her arms to go around Ari's shoulders.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 0:14:26 GMT -5
She leaned into him as she dotted her tongue along the outter line of his bottom lip. Her hands went up into his hair, moving their heads closer.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 0:16:45 GMT -5
"Oh please," she huffed, a little annoyed. "Like you mind. I thought you said you liked a forceful girl."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 0:22:58 GMT -5
She narrowed her eyes at him and with a quick motion, brought her hand across his face, marring his pretentious smirk. "You asshole." she spat, before starting to get up to walk away.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 0:28:29 GMT -5
"Not when someone's idea of a joke is calling a girl a slut," she snapped back, hiking her messenger bag up her shoulder. "Do me a favor and go fuck yourself. It should be possible if your wang is as big as your ego."
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