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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 23, 2005 19:14:20 GMT -5
Amy sat at the island, perched on a tall stool, a large bowl of ic-cream in front of her, untouched and beginning to melt. Her head was in her hands, and while she wasn't crying, anger and confusion and sadness practically radiated off her. She didn't expect anyone to be up this late, (midnight, now) and she was still mentally kicking herself and cursing at her inablility to be NORMAL. Why did she always mess things up? She sighed heavily and slumped on to the counter, closing her eyes as if asleep, worry etched into her young face.
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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 24, 2005 14:41:51 GMT -5
Will walked into the kitchen, not seeing her at he opened the fridge and pulled out a juicebox; he had a craving for one. He turned towards the island to grab a stool. When he saw her there he gave a loud shout of surprise and fell, hitting his head on the fridge.
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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 24, 2005 15:00:30 GMT -5
Her back straightend and she sat straight up, jumping off her stool like a shot. "Ohigosh! I'm sorry..." She said, not sure if she did anything and not reconizing Will at first in the dim light of the kitchen. It was also that dim light that caused her to trip over her own bare feet, falling forewards to land heavily on the floor, banging her knees, face inches from Will's. Oh, now she reconized him. Her voice came out in a tiny squeak. "Hi."
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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 24, 2005 15:32:50 GMT -5
Once he had stopped wincing he replied "Hi there" Well, even falling had its upsides....
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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 24, 2005 15:40:30 GMT -5
As Amy pulled herself off him, sitting back on the floor a good 4 feet away, tilting her head to one side. "Er, are you okay? You hit your head pretty hard." She spoke quietly and in a very hesitant way, as if she expected to be beat over the head or screamed at any minute.
(sorry I logged off that quick, moomala wanted me 'OFF NOW!!' but I'm online now)
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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 24, 2005 16:06:03 GMT -5
"I've been better" he muttered "you?"
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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 27, 2005 22:04:09 GMT -5
"Umm, same." Amethyst said, and there was a few seconds of silence, both of them on the floor, Amy wringing her hands. "I'msorryaboutearlier." She blurted out as William went to say something.
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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 28, 2005 1:04:35 GMT -5
"Amy, you really say sorry too much. You need to loosen up a little,love. " he said quietly. Somehow no matter her words they made him smile.
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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 28, 2005 1:37:13 GMT -5
As if on cue, her stomache jumped and her cheeks began to burn bright red, and she instictivly crossed her arms defensivly, as if being attacked "W-what?" She whispered, obviously thinking she had misheard him, and wondering what he had called her.
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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 28, 2005 1:46:16 GMT -5
He missed the true meaning of what she meant "You didn't notice that sorry is every other word you say, love?"
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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 28, 2005 1:55:22 GMT -5
Amy put her hands gently to her flaming cheeks and managed to stutter out, "You shouldn't c-call me that." As her stomache swooped again. How could one word do that?
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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 28, 2005 2:00:01 GMT -5
He looked surprised "Oh... sorry.... didn't mean to offend you or anything... " he said, feeling suddenly very awkward.
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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 28, 2005 2:01:33 GMT -5
"No!" She said, lowering her hands to cross her arms again, this time more to comfort herself, as strange as it was. "It's nice, but it's not... I mean, you don't really mean tha- Grr! I mean..." She raised her gray-green eyes to the ceiling, as if some answer were held there.
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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 28, 2005 2:04:19 GMT -5
He understood a little now. Will grinned. "So you don't want me to say it unless it's true?"
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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 28, 2005 2:14:58 GMT -5
She blushed even more, if that were possible, and look half infuriated by his grin and half pleased and half at a loss for words, which actually equals 150%, but her mind wasn't working quite right in her embaressment. "Yes." Her voice was very small and quiet.
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