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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 10:38 am
Trixi just sat there shocked, she didnt know what to say, she leaned forword to give him a hug, but stoped... Would it be ok if I gave him a hug? she asked herself, I should try! she thought confedently, so she got a little closer and stoped, Maybe I sould just ask him... "um... would yu like a hug?" she asked quietly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 10:58 am
One small thing like a hug Matt sighed at her qustion..then wrote on the pad
It doesn't matter to me,...I could probably use one but if you want to give me one go ahead I don't care.
Matt showed her the tear stained note pad. just might make all the diffreence.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 11:03 am
Trixi leaned over and huged Him, she hardly knew him, but he really needed one, "Im sorry.." was all she managed to say. She felt his tears fall on her, she didnt know what to sya or do so she sat there huging him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 1:29 pm
To reconize a change complextion.. Matt grabbed the pad and began to write,
You know, you can let go at any given time...People are starting to stare like you just broke up with me or some stupid drama...
Matt showed her the pad then looked at her face...He took it back and opend a new page..
You...you were at the metting! That's where I've seen you from.. One gone from real to fake..
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 1:57 pm
"Oh... sorry!" Trixi stamered and blushed while letting go and returning to her seat. "Yeah... I was there... I didnt really pay attention.." she said blushing again.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 3:07 pm
Could you repeat that, He grabbed his pad again and wrote down..
Yeah, sorry if my rants are boring...They don't help much either...So waite, why did you join us again...I kinda skimmed yoru profile.. I wasn't listning..
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 4:26 pm
"No... thats fine, im used to rants, my little brothers would go on rants." she said with a sad laugh, "My parents died when i was young and left me in charge of my little brothers, then we lived on the streets, we where happy, and then they got taken away, and I havent seen them in forever, I miss them so much." she said, her eyes watering up.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 6:25 pm
It'll all be okay.. "It's all going to be okay someday.." Matt said as he leaned over and gave the girl a hug. Someday...maybe someday..
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 6:45 pm
Trixi just sat there limply, crying, when it hit her, he had talked, she looked up at him stuned, "You talked!' she said quietly.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:07 pm
It's times like these Matt grabbed the pad,
Yeah, I do talk ocasionly, I have twice today...I had gone three years...Broken today..Oh well...I guess sometimes when your trying to let someone know you care and that your there...You have to talk to let them know.. Where silence means everything.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:19 pm
"You care about me?" She wispered, "No one has cared about me since... since they got taken away...!" she started to cry again softly, some from happyness, but mostly from sadness.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:49 pm
Even the coldest of people... Matt wraped and arm around her shoulders and got up, taking her with him and walked outside.
Need to feel loved.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 8:08 pm
Trixi walked with him saying nothing for a long time, "Thanks..." she said to him, "I mean it..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 11:15 am
I need this right now, Matt forced a smile, which didn't work to well. He let out a sigh, before grabbing the pad, putting it on his knee, and writing with his free hand, Matt had gotten good at using both over the past three years.
Your welcome... To figure myself out.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 11:40 am
Trixi looked over at him and smiled a week smile, "where are we going? Or is it a surprise?"
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