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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 20:00:14 GMT
Brendan shrugged, his fingers drumming on his leg. He hummed softly, a HIM song stuck in heavy rotation in his head. He sipped his coffee, but that only made him more anxious. He pushed it away, reaching up to toy with his necklace. He didnt know what they were going to do... He knew Diane was a cuddling kind of person but he doubted she wanted to cuddle now...
He shifted akwardly in his seat, moving away from Diane to give her some space.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 20:07:04 GMT
She rolled her eyes slightly, taking a sip of the warm liquid. The problem with tea was how quickly it went cold, not that Diane minded it slightly colder than needs be. "Well, are we just going to sit in here or hang out or go back to mine or what...?" she asked him. She hated being the one to make the decisions, especially when hers more than often went disastrously wrong, as had been proven only a few minutes ago.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 20:28:14 GMT
Brendan looked down at his feet.
"Uhm.. Do you mind if I get some new guitar picks while Im here and then we can head back to my dorm?" He asked, a hopeful look on his face. He had lost all his when he moved. He thought he had some on the floor and some on the bed but he didnt. He leaned over to kiss her cheek, taking her hand in his for possibly the first time that day. He had missed her hand in his, the way the fit perfectly together. He rubbed his thumb againt the top of her hand.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 20:46:20 GMT
His hand felt warm, locked perfectly into her fingers. She smiled, looking down at it like it was a work of art, more perfect than anyone could have ever crafted. "What happened to them all being chucked around your room?" she teased, cuddling into his arm, smiling up at him with a childish glimmer in her eyes. "Oh, is that the one that Brax goes to? With the girl he finds really annoying?" she asked, impressed that she actually knew something about a music store, even if it wasn't worth bragging about.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 21:07:03 GMT
"Well, turns out, they werent. Thought I had accidentally tossed them when I threw my bag on my bed but I guess I didnt pack any. I need some strings too..." He said.
Brendan shrugged, having only met his brother last week at longest. "I dont know. Is it? Its down by the bakery shop thing? Creepy girl with a face full of makeup?" He asked. He reached his other hand towards their interlocked ones, rubbing hers gently. He ran his fingers up her arm, then back down it, loving the feel of her soft skin beneath his hand. He placed his hand over hers, then brought it to his lips and kissed it gently.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 21:47:59 GMT
Diane nodded, smiling as she remembered what had happened last time she went in there. "Wow. That girl really hates me." she explained, laughing under her breath. "See, me and Brax were talking and he was saying that the girl fancied him and I suggested pretending to be his girlfriend to scare her off." she explained quickly, her words all tying together. "She didn't take it too well...." she said, looking down and blushing slightly, smiling mischeiviously as she pressed her head against his shoulder. "Should be interesting to see her reaction now...."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 22:01:28 GMT
Brendan chucled a bit, the plan sounding ingenius and completely retarted all at the same time. He supposed it was because his brother was gay that it didnt sound all that bright, but it was a pretty good idea besides. Brendan kissed the top of her head, the flowery smell of her hair almost intoxicating to him. She was just so perfect to him, everything about her driving him completely wild. He felt honored to be with her, proud he had finally found someone worth being with, and anxious to see how long this lasted. Forever was what he was hoping.
"Diane, I-.." He murmured, then stopped, shaking his head. "Nevermind. Should we get going? The faster I get my things the faster we can get back to my dorm and we can watch the new movie I bought..."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 22:07:11 GMT
She smiled, drinking her tea very quickly, finishing it almost in one gulp since it was so cold anyway. It was pointless now that the strong smell had gone, though now her kisses would probably taste of peppermint. She stood up, walking around the chair and picking up Brendan's crutches and handing them to him, helping him stand up. "Sounds like a plan, what film did you get?" she asked, not really minding what it was. If anything, she preferred it was something mindless that she could just switch off in her mind and concentrate on being in Brendan's arms. But it was rare for her to find a film she didn't find herself distracted by.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 22:16:24 GMT
"Last House on the Left. Youre going to love it." He said, leaning on his crutches. He hobbled to the door after grabbing his booksack and opened it, leaning on his crutch so he could hold it open for Diane. He followed her out, still slow and akward on his crutches. The music seemed so far away when you had to take it one step at a time. He sighed and continued on, his arms hurting badly.
Once there he walked through the open door, glad it wasnt closed. He hobbled to the guitar picks. "Pick out which one you like."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 22:28:18 GMT
She smiled, looking down at the picks. There were lots of many different shapes and sizes, and she really wasn't certain. Her dad played guitar a lot, and she tried to remember which picks he used and which he avoided. "De ja vous," she said with a smile at his question, before picking out a purple one, sturdy but not as much as the bass picks. "Puyple," she said in a childish voice, passing it to him. "Good enough?" she asked, looking around herself uncertainly for the girl.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 22:37:22 GMT
Brendan leaned against one crutch as he sat on the floor, the purple pick in his hand. His arms hurted so bad, he just couldnt take it anymore. He looked up at Diane.
"Okay, now pick eight more and we can be on our way." He said, looking up at her with a smile on his face. He couldnt wait to get back to the apartment so he could hold Diane. He had seen the movie enough he could fake the 'OOO!'s at just the right time. His dad had always told him he could ruin a perfectly good movie. And Braxton was sure he could.
He was just wondering how he was going to get up off the floor.
"What happened to you?" Said a voice. Braxton looked up and saw the girl. He cringed a bit, her looking ugly as ever.
"Stepped on a knife. What happened to your face?" He retaliated, a smile playing on his lips as he toyed with the pick in his hand. "A 'coon got ya?"
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 18, 2010 2:57:28 GMT
Diane rolled her eyes, letting the two scrap between themselves as she picked the rest of the colours and styles, trying to make them all as varried as possible in case he didn't like one.
She turned back to him, offering him a hand to pull himself off the floor. "I'm starting to think we should have got you a wheel chair instead. That'd be awesome." she said, giggling a little as she completely blanked out the cashier girl. After all, she was only there to serve them.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 18, 2010 4:49:50 GMT
Brendan leaned on her, but only for a second.
"I thought about it.. My cars too small." He said with a smirk, leaning on his crutches and handing her the pick he was toying with, hobbling to the counter.
"So Braxton. I thought you played drums." She said, winking at him.
"Im not Braxton and dont wink at me. Im taken. By the best girl in the world." He leaned on his other foot and tried to fish his wallet out of his pocket but realizing he couldnt. And he sure wasnt going to ask Diane to get it. He leaned on the counter and finally got it out of his pocket, handing it quickly to Diane before he fell over.
"Im starting to get used to the view from the floor..." He sighed, struggling to get up.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 18, 2010 4:55:52 GMT
She laughed lightly, taking his wallet and quickly taking out the right note before picking him back up from the floor. She wondered vaguely what the woman would think, whether she would assume she had the name wrong, or the day that Diane was there wrong, or just assume that Diane was a cheating whore. She hoped anything but the latter, but suspected with her luck it would turn out that way. "And I have the best boy, when he's not falling over." she said, lifting him and letting him rest on the counter while she picked the crutch back up and gave it to him.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 18, 2010 5:06:57 GMT
Brendan leaned on the counter, then on the crutches.
"I dont think I qualify for the best until I can walk." He flashed the girl a heart stopping smile, then turned to Diane, asking for his wallet and then putting it in his pocket.
"Can you grab the picks? Im kinda tied up, baby." He said, hobbling out of the shop and sitting on a bench.
"Ive seen enough of the floor to last me a lifetime..." He pulled her down to him to place a quick, light kiss on her lips.
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