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 Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:53 pm
Annora smiled over at him. Right as she was about to take some of the popcorn she jumped at on eof the scarier parts. "Ah!" She jumped and hid her face. Shaking a bit she looked back at John and blushed. She finally looked back at the movie screen watching Grudge scare some kids.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 8:02 pm
I can sound all the words in my head but they got no soul
What im trying to say's getting stuck but I get so close
And I'm out of time to let you know
I'm Songless
Emma woke up when she heard her phone's alarm go off with one of her favorite trance songs, Songless by Lange. As she looked out the window by her bed, she rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes and thought of Connor and last night. Last night...was awesome, she thought with a yawn as she turned her alarm off and played the song on her iHome instead.
Emma got in the shower and washed herself off from the sweat and grime she collected on herself from sports, dancing, and riding in the wind. "And I'm runnin'!" she sang into the shower head, still listening to the music that blasted from her room. When she finished making herself squeaky clean, she wrapped her long brown hair up into a towel and went to collect her clothes. As usual, she wore black skinny jeans, a baggy bright tank with a white wife beater below it, a black vest, high top converse, and neon leg warmers.
Moving on to her hair, she kept it straight with a small braid tied with a neon tie. As for makeup, she didn't need any so she grabbed her aviators and bag and left for school.
"Bye sweetie! Have a good day at school!" her father called while her mother only smiled at her daughter as she walked out the door.
"Ciao parentals! See you after school!" Emma called back as she straddled her bike and put on her helmet.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 8:33 pm
Connor awoke with a small smile on his lips, tiredly staring at the ceiling. A low hum emitted from his throat as he sat up and moved to sit on the side of the bed. He gripped his knees with his hands, quietly chuckling to himself as he forced himself to fully awake. Within moments, he was fully alert. Standing, he walked into the bathroom, a grin spreading across his lips when he glanced at the mirror. I forgot to wash out all that gel last night. He ran a calloused hand through his spiked hair, silently admiring the pink tips. Shaking his head, he stripped off his boxers and hopped into the shower.
Five minutes later, he exited with a blue Corona towel wrapped around his waist. He searched through his small set of drawers, throwing on the first articles of clothing he found. Ratty jeans, a white undershirt, black button-down, and his usual athletic shoes. His hair was back to it's normal, dull green color, and hung messily. Grabbing his wallet, cell phone, and keys, he left his apartment and drove his truck to school.
Arriving at the school, Connor parked and went to his usual spot against the wall. Just waiting and watching for thirty or so minutes. Though for once, he wore a small smile. He had since he woke.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 9:08 pm
Emma sped to school, nearly getting hit from the morning traffic more than once. She only smiled and thought of Connor, not of the danger that she was putting herself into. Finally, she made it to the school, all in one piece too. She parked her Ducati in her parking spot and shook her hair out after she took her helmet off. Quietly, she scoped the parking lot, looking for a familiar truck. When she saw it parked in its normal spot, she smiled and made her way over towards it, and its owner.
"Hey there! How are you this lovely morning?" she asked in a weird accent, slightly giggling.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 9:19 pm
Having been observing as he always did, his posture straightened and a peculiar light appeared in his eyes when he caught sight of her. Connor grinned playfully, slipping his hands into his pockets and cocking his head to the right slightly. "Mighty fine, miss Emma. Y'erself?" He emphasized his already thick Southern accent, chuckling heartily after the words left his mouth. It was the oddest thing. While he felt chills race down his spine, his body seemed to increase in temperature.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 9:25 pm
Emma giggled and shrugged her shoulders. "A little tired, but other than that I feel great!" she exclaimed with a smile. "So are you going to be a gentleman and walk me to my locker, or are you just going to stand there and guard your truck all day?" Emma asked boldly with a small smile.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 7:02 am
Lynsie wakes up, still under the lockers and notices that her iPod is still in, playing 'Why don't you get a job,' by Blink182. Have I been here all night? man... Great! Why didn't someone wake me up! She tries to hurry up but of course bangs her head.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 3:54 pm
Connor grinned widely, chuckling mirthfully for a few brief moments. He stood with a straight posture, pivoting in a very military-esque movement and holding his right arm out parallel to the ground. Waiting for her, he smiled as charmingly as he could and spoke. "Shall we, m'lady?" Though he attempted to make his voice more refined and charming, that same Southern drol accompanied it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:23 pm
Emma giggled at his slightly off accent and grabbed onto his arm. "You know what's funny, you got my name last night, but I didn't get yours... OH WELL!" she shouted towards the end with a giant smile. For some reason, she felt a little hyper at the moment.
Her and Connor walked in a comfortable quietness to her locker. Once she got there, she quickly entered the combo and opened the door, revealing a bright interior. There was a black background with neon paint splatters all over. On the back of the door though were pictures of her doing various things like wakeboarding, DJing, dancing, singing, even one of her in a chicken outfit. She grabbed her books and put them in her bag before folding her leather jacket and putting it in her locker. Before she shut the door she spotted her wallet sitting on a shelf. "Can't forget that!" she exclaimed as she snatched it and put it in her back pocket.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:34 pm
Connor's smile widened considerably, as he spoke once they entered the school. "My name's Connor. Middle name's Patrick, so call me whatever name or nickname you like." Connor felt a twinge of fear; One fear of the unknown. Nicole used to refer to him as Con, and he'd allowed no one to call him it since. But for some reason, he didn't think he'd mind if Emma did. Odd. very, very odd. When they reached her locker, he leant against another locker beside it and slipped his hands into his pockets. His gaze scanned her locker, settling on the several pictures for a few moments. "You're very talented."
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:39 pm
Emma blushed but covered it up by laughing. "Eh, I guess so, but that's only because I've been doing that stuff all my life. I'm someone who likes to keep moving, you know?" Emma finished and shut her locker. "So I'm thinking about calling you Con or Ner or Pat or Rick..." she stated with a smile as she spun around to face him. "Which one do you like? Personally, I like Ner," she joked with a slight giggle.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:48 pm
Connor smiled warmly, having caught sight of her blush. Soft laughter trickled form his lips as he shook his head, gazing toward her once the laughing fit died. "Believe what you want. I think you're very talented though. I ain't never seen someone with so many skills, y'know?" Honestly, surfing with a rope? Never seen anything like that down home! Connor's breath visibly hitched at the mention of 'Con'. His heartbegan to slam against his ribcage, an odd burning sensation having built up in his stomach. It wasn't unpleasant though. Just...different. He shook his head side to side, speaking with a slightly shaky voice. "Like I said, whatever you like."
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:56 pm
Emma thought about what she should call him for a second. Ner was out of the question already because that sounded stupid, and Pat would remind her of Patrick Star from Spongebob too much. Same with Rick because that was in one of the episodes from Spongebob too! "My name's, not, RIICCKK! she giggled at the scene she remembered from Spongebob and smiled. "I think I'll call you Con. It sounds cool," she stated, saying "Con" in a mock cool way a few times after. Emma looked up at Conner for a second to see his expression, wondering if he liked it or not. She noticed that there was a weird look on his visage and questioned, "Do you not like Con? Do you like Ner better?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 6:11 pm
Connor grinned, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. He brought his left hand in front of him, waving it frantically as if to wave away the idea. "No, no! Con's just fine! It's just..just..." Glancing down and to the right, he sighed softly. A flicker of sorrow appeared in his eyes, but he was trying to hide it. "It's nothing." He looked back up again, putting on a small smile. "Just, don't worry about it, okay? I'd love for you to call me Con." His smile widened slightly, actually genuine now that he gazed into her eyes.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 9:52 pm
Emma gave him a look of suspiscion, having seen sadness in his eyes, but dismissed it when he cheered up afterwards. "Allrriigghhtt then, Con. Let's go to your locker and then to my class room 'cause I want to see the cool pictures you have too," she stated happily, looping her arm through his and walking in a random direction.
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