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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 4:09 pm
"See! I've been -trying- to tell him I'm not into you...or GIRLS...that way, but the---THAT IS NOT MY NAME!"
Demy shot perhaps the angriest glare Z had -ever- seen straight at the shorter boy when he repeated it.
"Not. my. NAME. It's Demy. My name..is Demy."
God, why. Why?! He never wanted Z to find out about that stupid stupid name of his. Thanks a lot Cordelia.
But two could play at that game.
"Don't listen to Dolly. She simply has no idea what she's talking about. And Z...stop using such huge words, god can't you just...sit and talk civilly with someone for once?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 4:16 pm
"Ooh, big words... I'm scared." She rolled her eyes at 'Z', still convinced that a name couldn't possibly consist of just one letter. "It just means you should eavesdrop on a conversation that's not yours to be a part o-- What did you just call me?" If looks could kill clearly Demy would be dead. Well, maybe not. Z's looks might've killed her first...
"You little toad." She shifted enough that she could reach with her foot to kick Demy beneath the table. "Don't tell me... He didn't know?" Sour look gone almost instantly, now she couldn't help but cackle. "Oh, that's just great. No wonder why he's so mad. It's kind of cute. For a kid."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 4:19 pm
Z looked, profoundly more amused than he had moments before...
"Your right, overhearing is so much less entertaining than this, and that -was- civil." Demitri and Dolly hmmmm? He relinquished his refusal to sit and plopped down on the edge of the seat next to Demy and started humming a strain from a musical very quietly.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 4:27 pm
"You started it, so don't get all mad at me for using the name -you- don't like little Dolly. And that name? SO not cute, in -any- situation. But that's okay ,because it's not my god damn name."
Ugh of COURSE Z didn't know his real name! He made it a point to not have anyone know -that- name. Unfortunately some people did, like Cordelia here. And then they blabbed it to everyone and just..ARGH.
The kick earned nothing more than a glare. Thankfully it didn't turn into a game of footsie.
Once Z sat down, Demy draped an arm across his shoulders and pulled the poor boy closer.
"Mine"
Simple enough. Everyone should get the hint yeah?
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 4:31 pm
"Woah, woah... Wait. So you've got a boyfriend, or something like that with the way you're hanging all over him," She paused for a second to roll her eyes, "and he doesn't even know your full name? You know relationships built on likes never last, right, Demetri?"
Her brow lofted slightly as she leaned on her elbow, resting her head on her palm for a moment as she watched the two to see what sort of reaction her words would have only to lean back once more as the pizza was brought over and set down along with her small salad. She reached for her fork, doing her best to ignore the little guy's humming. "Puh-lease. It's Cordelia. Only my grandmother calls me that."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 4:39 pm
"One, I am not a -prop!" he groused, grabbing at the wrist of the arm that now pinned him.
"Two, I'm mad at you... Three, no we're not even talking about it here." He was -blushing- now deep pink across the cheeks and looking -anywhere- but Dem.
Classic case of denial.
"If you've known Dem so long you'll know DAMN well he has no concept of personal space boundaries!" he snapped.
He removed the pinning arm but when he lowered it to the bench, under the table his hand stayed for a moment pinning Dem's hand down, or, depending how you wanted to look at it, claiming in return -quite- out of view.
In -full- view however he was still scowling and blushing.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 4:45 pm
"He doesn't NEED to know my full name because that NAME doesn't refer to ME anymore, but sheesh, since you think it makes such an impact."
Demy -scowled-, and mumbled his full name under his breath. Loud enough for the two at the table to hear, but no one else.
"Demetri Wright. Okay? Stupid name, stupid parents, I don't -go- by that and I'd appreciate if no one -else- found out about that damn name. Got it?"
There, that covered -that- nicely.
"Mad at me Z-man? What the hell did I even do?!"
Geeze! He was being rather -good- by Demy's standards, but apparently he couldn't do anything right. With a sigh he wiggled his hand loose and used it to retrieve a piece of pizza. Sorry Z, you're going to be a jerk? You're not claiming Demy back.
Besides, the whole claiming thing was -his- gig anyways.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 4:55 pm
"Maybe when we were younger, but..." Ever since she'd gotten her first training bra and she'd made the mistake of showing it to him (quite proudly, which was something she was now mortified to even think about) there had been little, if any, personal space invading between the two of him. "I think Demy and I have some pretty clear ideas of what boundaries aren't ever to be crossed, name flinging aside. God, he's not even my type."
At that she looked over him as if that might need confirming. Every now and then all guys were her type, but Demy? Nope. Still did absolutely nothing for her. "The only way he'd ever try to get into girl's pants would be if he fought them out of her hands after spotting them on the clearance rack."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 4:58 pm
He shot Demy a -look- that was vaguely injured for some reason, quickly smothered by the 'mask' that would have rivaled Spock for concealing what was on his mind.
"Whatever..." He said, more directed at Dem than her.
"We're -roomies-" he said to both of them, moving to stand up again. "Enjoy your reunion."
He'd had about enough of this. He was mad that he'd never known the name, embarrassed to have been wrong, and prickly about PDA, and subsequent... what.
Subsequent -what- indeed. Rejection really... hmph.
"Later."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 5:15 pm
"Hey! Sometimes the girls have good looking pants okay? Sue me for wanting nice looking pan----Z!"
A rather pitiful whine escaped the blonde's mouth and he made a desperate grab for the smaller boy as he moved to leave.
"Z? Z! Where are you going man? Cmon don't be like this..."
The words were hurried, stressed even, as though the faster he said them the less likely he was to start bawling mid-sentence.
"Come on! Come back...there's plenty of food for you and..."
Man, what else could he say? Almost teary glowstick green eyes turned to Cordelia, silently begging her to say something, -anything-, to get him to come back.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 5:22 pm
Instead of turning to beg Z to come back as Demy seemed to be so desperately wanting her to do she leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest. "If he won't even admit that he likes you despite throwing a temper tantrum over you having dinner with a girl is he honestly worth begging him to come back? That's just... Tacky." She snorted softly before casting a quick glance over her shoulder, making a nasty face in Z's direction. Despite almost feeling bad for him over the whole thing, Demy was her friend... Or at least he used to be. She had to stick up for him, right?
"Didn't I tell you that Hillworth boys were nothing but trouble, Dem? God, boys in general are nothing but trouble, especially if they're the sort who just want to be close and snuggly when no one else is around and won't give you the time of day in front of your friends." Not that she'd dated anyone like that before... "Do you want me to kick his a**?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 5:27 pm
He -almost- turned back, Dem might even have caught the glance over his shoulder at that tone to Dem's plea. But the softening look in his eyes turned back to -daggers- at her words. HIs shoulders squared off and his hands clenched into such tight fits his knuckles were white.
He kept walking. ******** them... ********. He was not going to be the one toyed with for their amusement.
It didn't bother him, not one bit. At least that's what he kept telling himself as he walked out, his pace quickening to try and beat the hurt, and the tears he could already hear in Dem's voice.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 5:41 pm
"Cordy!"
It didn't take much for Demy's pained tones to turn to actual -wails-. As Z disappeared the blonde actually sobbed and held his face in his hands.
"What the HELL did you do that for?! L-last time we had a fight we didn't talk for a week and I don't want to go through that again! Thanks a friggin -lot- man, just..what the hell!"
Rubbing furiously at his eyes, Demy lifted his head to fix the other with a glare.
"I would have liked -help- from you to keep him from getting so mad, not the final shove to send him off the cliff!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 5:45 pm
"Because he's a ******** a*****e!" Her eyes narrowed as she stood up, not even letting shock register that she'd just dropped the biggest of 'bad a**' curse words followed by one that she felt applied to most guys, especially the ones from Hillworth. "I am not a man. I am a woman and I'm not about to let one of my friends get treated like that by some guy."
"Wait here. I'll be back." Snorting she turned, eyes shooting daggers at the door as she stormed after Z, leaving Demy behind with all of her packages as she started to roll up her sleeves. She wouldn't really kick his a** (nails could be broken, soft skin could be bruised...) but she could at least make it look like she was going to.
"Hey, you. Jerk-face. Shorty."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 5:57 pm
His expression darkened further and his pace quickened, he turned for one of the busier 'pathways' to loose himself in the mass of people.
Chrivist he was so not dealing with this. He did NOT need the 'avenger' descending on his heals to demand he deal with things in public.
He never should have followed, should have just -left- it that Dem might have hooked up with her. Why did he even -care-?!
Answer, he didn't, he kept saying he didn't so why did it still drive him -crazy-?!
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