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Post by Emmett Briggs on Sept 2, 2008 16:15:05 GMT -5
He took all that she said, absorbed it, and patiently waited, even took a pause, before turning his face forcefully into his mattress. "I'm not even sweet. I'm just quiet and passive! There's a difference!" he complained and brought the pillow down so he could hide his face in a more comfortable spot. Yes he was being over dramatic, but right now he didn't want to talk about 'what he loved' or even 'who he loved', he felt like his whole life was going to be so much worse than he ever thought it was - and he couldn't even help it. No matter what he was going to feel like everything was useless - at least for now. He predicted he'd feel different eventually but right now he just wanted to kick his legs and whine and hate life and think it screwed him over.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Sept 2, 2008 16:23:09 GMT -5
"Well, I think you're sweet so just shut the fuck up and deal with it," Caylee was a little more brazen then she wished to be, but then again whatever. Emmett's life didn't suck. It wasn't even close to sucking. He really needed to see the big picture.
Caylee rolled off of him, not nearly in the mood anymore to make out with him, if there even was going to be any making out in the future. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared up stubbornly at the ceiling. Her doubts were confirmed in her mind, there definitely was something going on that Emmett didn't want her to be in on, and it wasn't any birthday surprise of anything. So if he didn't want to tell him, then she didn't want to hear anything.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Sept 2, 2008 16:36:40 GMT -5
He turned over slowly after a pause when he had felt her off of him and leave him. But she didn't go very far and he was on his back. His limbs were lifeless and random and relaxed in position. His head turned to his left, he stared at her and he quietly spoke. "I'm sorry..." was all he could really think to say, as he always did.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Sept 2, 2008 16:44:39 GMT -5
"I just want to know what's going on," she kept her gaze on the ceiling. Sometimes, in the past, when she stayed the night, she could tell what room she was in if she just woke up and was looking at the ceiling. Now that Emmett had given her a spectacular view to look at whenever she woke up in her own room, she could easily tell the difference.
"You come crying to me when your nightlight breaks. Whenever something's wrong, I'm the one that comforts you. Now, there's obviously something that you're keeping from me and I don't like it."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Sept 2, 2008 17:48:39 GMT -5
Sitting up quickly he stared off forward just as she stared up above. He scratched behind his ear and let his hand drop to the sheets. He could feel his eyes welling up quickly as they usually did when he got emotion in just blink. His parted lips quivered and he turned his head slightly enough to see her without vision strain. He pulled himself to his knees and let his body drop against her, his arms weren't holding her but his face landed just above her chest more to the left of her body. He was leaning into her and he cried like he always did. "I'm sick. I'm just scared."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Sept 2, 2008 18:10:29 GMT -5
Caylee felt some air leave her when Emmett collasped onto her. She was preparing herself for something more... well, clingy. She immediately wrapped her arms around him and brought him tightly to her side. She wasn't sure if he was saying that he had like, a cold. Or if his overdramatic thing was an illness to him. Or something else. But he said he was scared. So she held him.
"You're not sick," she turned her head towards him and murmured into his hair. "You're just being a little emo today. What's the matter, Emmie?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Sept 2, 2008 18:14:40 GMT -5
"I'm fucking sick!" he corrected her aggressively but hardly raised his voice though it raised in pitch - yet how could you tell with Emmett? He yapped this into her tear stained shirt now and he was really unhappy about everything right now. He was definitely being emo today but he didn't want to be rather that he felt like he had to be. He was trying to relax against her, which was easy because his body was so exhausted but at the same time with this burst of emotion he felt very awake and tense.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Sept 2, 2008 21:47:23 GMT -5
"Alright, alright! You're sick!" she was surprised at his aggressiveness, no matter how slight or whatever. How could she be expected to say the right things or whatever if she didn't even know what was wrong with him? She couldn't properly comfort him until she knew what was wrong. And that wouldn't happen until Emmett calmed down and actually let her in.
"What do you have then?" she asked him, trying to swallow her irritation and sound consoling and everything that Emmett was used to her being. She wanted to be nice and sweet and the Caylee he expected. But she was just so annoyed by this, uncharacteristically so. Because she didn't know what was happening with Emmett, and that was such a first it was ridiculous.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Sept 2, 2008 22:18:59 GMT -5
While leaning up against her he slowly brought his hands up to hold her sides and he felt the goose bumps rise on his arms. "I'm really sick, May." he said, being really surprised at the fact and realization. Which he was. His hands gently began to clutch at her shirt fabric and he wondered how he was going to answer her question. "I'm so scared." he admitted quietly, almost way too embarrassed to say it, even to her. He sounded like such a baby but right now he was way too caught up in this. His parents had already called him twice today, his mother only left a message the first time. He listened to the first few words of the voicemail and then hung up. He didn't want to listen to her go on about the same news she'd heard that he already knew and was trying not to think about.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Sept 2, 2008 22:37:44 GMT -5
Caylee sat up slightly. What did he mean, he's really sick? Maybe this wasn't in his mind. Maybe he really was sick. She started to loose her annoyances and started stroking his hair. "Emmie?" her voice came out in a small croak, somewhat meek and timid. "What do you mean you're really sick? What's going on?"
This was just invoking a fear in her of loosing Emmett. What was wrong with him? What if she lost Emmett before their parents even had a chance to divorce? She held him a little tighter to her now. She felt as she did several weeks ago when Emmett had came to her room and told her that she might have to leave them. But she was so much stronger right now. Because this was all Emmett.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 23, 2008 5:10:38 GMT -5
He could hear the straining and desperate worry in her voice. He didn't want to upset her. But he knew it would. Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand he sat up, his eyes, though fogged, stuck on her. Every expression was begging, out with it! "The day at the library... May, my doctor said - It's not that. bad. But I can't help it, I'm so worried." he admitted though it was obvious. "The pains... it's all..." he gave a defeated sigh and shook his head at her mattress. "Have sex with me?" he blurted out. Wow. How could she deny that distracting? He knew she wanted to do it, he wasn't that dense, he got the signs. This was a cowards way out but he really did want to. "Forget this, please, for now."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2008 0:22:07 GMT -5
Sex? Oh wow, pick a more random time, why don't you Emmett? Caylee couldn't even THINK about sex right now. And it really only made her more worried. Why would Emmett want to sleep with her? Let alone ask her to sleep with him? Was he dying!? There had to be something underneath his request. Emmett was Emmett and she was Caylee and the subject of sex was just not thrown around or thrown into a conversation randomly. Especially when something like the subject of Emmett's health was being discussed. "Can I at least get a name, Em? Then I'll forget about it for now, I promise." she touched his cheek now. "And sex? Really? I mean, if you're sure. I'd ... love to. I guess. Whatever you want." saying that she'd love to seemed a little weird, but then again so was this whole deal.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2008 1:39:12 GMT -5
"Like um, Crohn enterocolitis...?" His throat was so tight. And you could hear it was. And wet, and he sounded like he'd just been really upset. And he had been, he could still see his tears on her shoulder. He shook his head as he answered her, looking off into nothingness in thought. But when he had answered her he relaxed onto his heels and he kissed her softly. He wanted to feel better and care free, and to forget about all this. He just wanted to feel good. And there sure was no alcohol around.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2008 2:01:33 GMT -5
"Crohn's disease..." Caylee repeated softly. She didn't know anything about it, really, but she knew what she'd be researching as soon as she was alone. But that might be a while from now, it seemed. Especially if Emmett really wanted to do what he said he wanted to do. It still made her a little doubtful of why he would want to do this with her. She really didn't want to complain, but really.
Sex with Emmett was like something she had dreamed about, but never actually thought would happen. Like, when you were little and wanted a pony. Sure, you wished and prayed and hoped for one, but you never really thought you'd ever get it. And now, here she was. And she was about to get her pony. It almost seemed unreal.
As he kissed her, Caylee kissed him back gently. She was going to enjoy this kiss, as she did every kiss. But this time, her hands went to grip Emmett's tiny hips and guide him to kneel over her as he kissed her. When she pulled out, she went back for a second long kiss, then pulled back, her head against the pillow. "You sure about this, Emmie?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2008 16:18:58 GMT -5
"No..." honestly answering her very quietly between their lip locking. "But I want to..." he had to make that clear. When he said he wasn't sure it wasn't that had so many doubts about doing this, he was just not sure if how well this would go. ...It'd be fine though. It'd all be okay.
He could easily predict that MJ would be doing some googling later. He knew she would. Emmett had it all explained to him over the phone. He was the one who was going to have it rolling around inside his head. But he wanted to forget and this was going to help. It had to. He wanted to feel good and he wanted to be happy for a moment and a way to do that was to just be with her no matter what they were doing but he felt like he owed her this anyway. And he did want to, he did.
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