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 Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:06 pm
"Um... yeah." he laughed and continued watching his love sitting on him. "Hey, Sierra? Play the first time we met for me please?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:06 pm
"Gah..."Sierra muttered.
She simply wanted to blurt out what her friend was trying to say, but it was Felicity's story to tell. Not hers.
((read her last reply!))
Sierra smiled lightly. She nodded and began to weave out the dream in Jeremy's mind.
Sierra and Felicity were walking carefully along the pathway. When they passed a mirror shop, Sierra smirked and walked backwards. She then began making stupid faces in the mirrors.
"Erra, honestly?" Felicity asked.
Sierra shrugged.
"I just want to see if I can get away with it." she replied jokingly.
She continued to make stupid faces in the mirrors. Then she looked up and saw a boy. A beautiful boy. His hair was tied into a low ponytail at the base of his neck. His long sleeved white shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows and a black vest covered that.
He was sitting down and appeared to be taking the glass out of a broken mirror. He then fitted a new piece of glass into it. She heard someone call his name.
"Jeremy!"
Then he turned around. His face was perfectly chiseled and was simply angelic to her. His eyes were a rich gold color. Jeremy laughed at a different person in the Shoppe and he looked up. Sierra caught his eye. If she were human, she would have blushed. She held his eyes for about twelve seconds when she finally looked down in embarrassment.
Felicity took a look at her friend and smiled.
“Love bug just bit you!” Felicity laughed at her friend.
“Nuh uh!” Sierra replied indignantly.
But they both knew that Stupid Cupid had shot Sierra. And he got her with one of those double a arrows. Sierra reached down into her purse and found the old silver mirror that had belonged to her late sister, Luna. The mirror was broken.
“C’mon. I’m not going in alone.” Sierra muttered.
For a girl of eighteen, Sierra didn’t have much boy experience. She was raised in the middle of nowhere on a farm, with two sisters her same age. So since Felicity was older and wiser, she grabbed her friends hand and dragged her into the mirror shoppe. The place smelled of pine needles and a bit of sweat. Sierra wrinkled her nose at the scent. A different boy with black hair came up to her.
“What’s your business?” he asked; an Irish accent thick in his voice.
Sierra pulled out her mirror and showed it to him.
“It belonged to my great grandmother. It cracked on my way from France” Sierra replied calmly.
“You’ll be wanting to talk to Jeremy. He’s the master of broken mirrors.” The Irish boy replied.
Sierra caught a little bit of reluctance in his voice, and smiled a little at it. Felicity had long left her side to examine other mirrors with a redheaded boy telling her what kinds of silver and gold they were made from. The Irish boy showed her to where Jeremy was sitting, even though she already knew. She gave him a small smile and handed him the mirror.
“It was my great grandmothers. Will you be able to fix it?” she asked gently as she handed him the mirror.
He took it from her carefully and Sierra swore her frozen heart just might start beating again.
Holycrapholycrapholycrapholycrappp!!! She screamed mentally.
She let none of her shock portray on her face but instead carefully took in his scent, without any human noticing.
Forest and cinnamon…It’s so much warmer and inviting than mine. She thought.
And it was true. Felicity had often told her how Sierra smelled of stardust, lilies, and vanilla. Her scent seemed cold, while his seemed warm. His scent intoxicated her. But instead of keeping her mind on that, she focused on her dress. It was a simple black Lolita style. Black with mushroom sleeves and a skirt that puffed out just above the knee. Her shoes were black wedges with closed toes. White stockings adorned her legs while black lace fingerless gloves covered her hands. Atop her head was a black mini top hat that had a bit of lace that tied around her neck, keeping it in place. It was something that was rejected in a couple of places but Felicity and Sierra had made their own cheap knockoffs that weren’t so cheap and weren’t so knockoff-ey.
Mesh…He’s probably not even interested. I mean come on, how many girls does he meet in one day at a mirror shop? He must already have a girl. Sierra thought, bringing her own mood down.
She suddenly found her top hat extremely interesting and untied it from her head. Sierra toyed with it carefully as Jeremy fixed the mirror.
“It’s finished.” She heard him say.
Sierra snapped out of Lalaland, and looked at Jeremy. He held the mirror out to her.
“You’re lucky you came by when you did. We only had one more that size.” He said with a smile.
“Thank you for fixing it for me. I would’ve mutilated myself thousands of times if I even tried.” She replied.
As she took the mirror from Jeremy, their hands touched slightly.
What a total cliché…But now, it’s kind of awesome…Sierra thought simply.
It was then that she realized that Jeremy didn’t have a heartbeat. She hadn’t felt it through his hand. It shocked her and her shock played across her face for a split second. She then covered it up once more with a calm façade and a smile.
“Licity, the mirror is finished. Let’s go.” Sierra said calmly to her friend.
Felicity nodded, waved to the redheaded boy and they both left the mirror Shoppe.
“Well?” Felicity asked.
“I don’t want to think about it.” Sierra replied while she slid the mirror into her purse.
“You know you do. What happened?” Felicity asked once more.
Sierra put her hat over her mouth and began speaking rapidly. Once finished she took the hat from her mouth.
“Did you catch that?” she asked.
“No. all you said was “Blah, black, blah.” Over and over again.” Felicity replied smartly.
Sierra began laughing at her friend as she tied her top hat back to her head.
Sierra came back into reality with a small smile on her face.
"That's all I can remember as of now. I never knew what was going through your head. Tell me what was." Sierra demanded sweetly.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:11 pm
"Honestly at first I wasn't into you." he said smiling lighty "I was neer to keen on our kind. But when we met again I couldn't help but fall in love with you." ((Will post full story to you at a later date))
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:15 pm
"Awww...." Sierra said in a dreamy voice.
"Damn you. Now you're beating my by thirty two points. How the hell am I supposed to get all those back?!" Sierra added angrily.
"Never keen to your own kind...Hmph!" Sierra said.
She crossed her arms, stuck her nose in the air and looked away from Jeremy.
"But I am intoxicating. How could you not fall head over heels?" she asked him smartly as if weighing his side against hers.
((PM it to me. And I'll be waiting....-dundundunnnnnnn-))
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:18 pm
Jeremy grabbed her by the hips and held her in the air like he was playing airplane with her. "Isn't it obvious that you keep me intoxicated every day?" he laughed as he held her up.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:21 pm
"Wheeee!!!" Sierra yelled like a twelve year old kid.
She put her fists out as if she were Superman and began singing the Pink Panther theme song.
"Well duh! What is it? My scent, my laugh, my looks, my powers, my strength? G. all of the above?" she asked as she "flew".
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:24 pm
Felicity De Rochere (I edited)
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:27 pm
Esme's jaw fell open "wait are you his siter?" she asked
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:30 pm
Felicity De RochereShe couldn't help but laugh a bit at the thought. I wish she said a bit rudely. No, but I was one of his cousins. I doubt he'd reconize me if I hadn't said anything though. she said in a bit more polite tone. She felt bad about having that rude moment but it was said and done and she couldn't redo it so...whatever.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:30 pm
Sierra motormouthed her lips as she flew and ditched the Pink Panther. She choked on a laugh as Esme suggested siter. As in babysitter? Not really! Cousin/sister, I think maybe!
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:33 pm
(( lol it was a typo I meant sister ))
Esme closed her mouth "You're my Husbands cousin?" she asked for a comfrimation
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:36 pm
Felicity De Rochere((It's ok, I figured it out))
Well if you wanna get really technical, I am his second cousin on his father's side. So basicaly I am the eldest daughter of his father's younger brother.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:39 pm
"Oh my wow so wait you're my family too " she ran over to Felicity "Why didn't you say this sooner this is wonderful" she smiled hugging her.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:44 pm
Felicity De Rochere Um......because ....i don't know she managed to say lamely as she got hugged. She managed to hug back a bit but se was a bit out of practice in the hugging department, as lame as that sounded. But ya, i guess you are my family threw marrage, and all of your children and their children-or should I say child- are related to be adoptively....sweet....but still........grrr she said. She couldn't believe she ad just added that part at the end. it did sort of suck that she was related to all of those goureous guys becasue now it would be wierd to flirt with them- and pointless really. Maybe they knew a few simgle cute guys for her to hang with though.
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