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 Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 4:25 pm
Greta allowed Tristian to pull her up only enough for him to see her face. I guess I won't, she sighed looking up him. She blinked a few times before slowly circling around him as she had done earlier. She couldn't think of what to say to break the silence, as she actually had nothing on her mind. After a few moments of circling, she finally blurted out an "I like you", stopping her movements so she was behind him.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 4:38 pm
Tristian smiled as Greta said she wouldn't go, but as she blurted her other words, he froze, which caused him to sink in the water slightly. His cheeks flushed with color once more and he turned to look to her over his shoulder a moment before shifting in the water to face her, a faint smile on his lips. You like me? he asked.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 4:40 pm
Maybe, she mumbled, looking down. Which is why this whole situation is sad and... and... she sighed. Sad and just plain ol' not right. The more I'm around you, the more I want to... kiss you... She blushed.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 4:51 pm
Tristian frowned as he looked to Greta, and reached to her to brush her cheek. Don't be sad...Because...I want you to kiss me more. He pulled her closer and hugged her tight a moment. Friends can kiss, can't they? he offered, not sure it would really make her feel better. Please don't be sad though.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 4:54 pm
I'm not really sad, she started. The situation is, though. And friends can only kiss sometimes, but you have a boyfriend, so it's not right. She looked at him and forced a smile. I'm just... when I see someone, I have the overwhelming urge to kiss them and possibly do more... I guess I'm a slut, she said with a shrug.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 5:09 pm
I wouldn't say you're a slut...Tristian offered, shaking his head. After all, he was born to a woman who, if a man didn't come to her on his own, she chased after him until he gave in. And...When I kiss you...It feels different. Not a bad different, just different. he told Greta, blushing faintly.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 7:34 pm
You wouldn't say I was a slut? she asked, tilting her head. Why not? Technically, I am. She sighed and smiled. Uhm, thanks though, I guess... She brought her hands to her head and adjusted her hair. If it wasn't a bad different, she finally said, then was it a good different?
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 7:43 pm
No, I wouldn't say you're a slut...Tristian laughed softly, shaking his head again. And yes...it...was a good different. He smiled to Greta and watched her adjust her hair before remembering that she said she was meeting someone. You're going to leave, huh? he asked, his voice stricken with sadness.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 7:48 pm
She shrugged slightly. Do you want me to leave? she asked sadly. Greta moved back towards the shore, staying where the water was shallow, waiting for an answer.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 7:55 pm
No, not at all! Tristian plead, moving after Greta. I don't want you to go at all...but you said you were going to meet someone. He frowned softly and moved closer to Greta, an unconscious desire to brush her skin causing him to reach out and take her hand.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 8:00 pm
She looked down at their hands and smiled. Yeah... she said slowly, staring at his hand. I did tell someone I would hang out with them today, but... she trailed off, keeping her head down but moving her eyes to look at him.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 8:03 pm
He was tempted to plead with Greta to cancel those plans, but he knew that was terribly selfish of him. But? He asked after a moment, smiling as he looked into Greta's eyes. You...want to stay with me, too? It was a half chance, he knew, but there was always that little flicker of hope.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 8:08 pm
I already told you I liked you, what else do you want me to say? You want me to lie and say that I'm in love with you? she growled, looking away. Because I'm not... Greta questioned why she was suddenly acting so rude to him, but quickly dismissed it. I don't know if I'm still going to go. It depends on what you do or want, she said in a low voice, not making eye contact.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 8:30 pm
Greta's sudden defense caught Tristian off guard, and he squeezed her hand slightly. Well...You don't have to...Love me...to want to keep me company...he offered, his voice shaky as shifting emotions still had a tendency to make him want to hide. He blushed at her words some, her mentioning that it was dependent on what he wanted what she did something he had never felt he had the power to control before. If...it depends on what I want...he started, a smile creeping over his lips, then I want you to stay with me...Maybe not here at the lake, but...Stay with me.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 8:37 pm
I can only stay with you if you're going to be here, she started with a grin. Otherwise, it would be following you, or going somewhere with you. There's a difference, she offered. Greta swayed in the water, holding tightly onto Tristian's hand. I don't know how that would make her feel though, she said lowly, making a reference to her plans.
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