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 Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 7:59 pm
"Dem, c'mon. It wouldn't kill you to call me back, would it? I promise it's nothing bad. Things have just been all sorts of crazy lately, school and all that, so I thought I'd check in. You know I hate rambling to voice mails... Well, not really, but do you really want me taking up all of your voice mail space when someone else could be calling you to leave a precious message, you better call me back Demetri Wright!"
Huffing she closed her phone, one of two she now possessed. The only one she paid attention to, she thought as she flopped down on her bed. She'd been trying on and off throughout the week to get ahold of her friend and it just wasn't working... But it needed to if her parents were going to let her go to that party that everyone else who was anything would be at.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:11 pm
Eight messages, she had left eight messages, and it was likely to be ten times that if he didn't return her calls soon. Life had just been so crazy lately, and really all he wanted to do was sit around and mope. Mope and b***h and whine, all of which were rather uncharacteristic for Demy.
Sighing (rather heavily), the blonde deleted the over abundance of messages and tossed his phone onto the nearby pillow. He tried to forget it, really, he did. Why call back? He wasn't really in any condition to be a bag boy and...well what else could she possibly want?
Grumping he turned away. Nope. No no no. Totally ignoring that phone. Yes sirree, ignoring the phone.
...Damnit.
Heaving another sigh he snatched the phone from where it lay beside him and quickly dialed her number. Might as well get it over with.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:17 pm
If it wasn't for the fact that she knew deep down that Demy would be even less likely to return her call if she ignored the ringing just to let him know what it was like to play phone tag she would've done it... Really, she would have. Instead she sighed like reaching over to grab her phone was the biggest chore before flipping it open to answer it.
"Took you long enough to call me back. You were starting to worry me, you know. Enough that I was just about to go downstairs and start baking you a batch of 'Get Well' cupcakes." A total lie, but he didn't have to know that, she thought as she leaned back, holding one hand up to glance at her nails. It was almost time for another manicure.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:29 pm
"Cupcakes huh...I could go for cupcakes."
The voice from the other side of the line wasn't the usual 'hi I just ate 50 packets of sugar WEEEE' tone that usually signaled Demy. It sounded more worn out, depressed even.
"It's...just been a bad week. So....any particular reason you attempted filling up my voicemail inbox? You really do like me, huh? Admiiiit it."
Sure, he was teasing. But it almost sounded forced. Really he just wanted to hang up the phone, curl back up, and maybe sleep some more...or something. Anything to stop thinking.
Man did he hate thinking.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:34 pm
"If I didn't know for a fact you were terrified of the thought of me wearing a tank top, nevermind without a top at all? Sure, I might think about liking you... And, y'know, if I was a freak or something." She rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly before rolling over onto her stomach, propping her head up on her hand.
"Of course I like you, dweeb. Just not like that... At all... And I am calling you because it's been a bad week... And it seems like it's been a bad week for everyone, so I was going to propose hanging out. Strictly platonic. A girl's night, maybe? And don't get me wrong, Dem, but it kind of sounds like you need one... Are you ok?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:49 pm
"Calling up people to talk about a lack of clothing is kind of...kinky, dontcha think?"
There was a sigh at the question. A long suffering sort of sigh.
"'Girls' night huh? You..do realize I'm not a girl right? You sure you want an 'icky boy' crashing the girly party? And....I'm alright. I guess."
He didn't sound very sure.
"It's just...Z man, he was in the hospital and he was pretty messed up and this week just sucks okay? It just plain sucks. I...dunno. The whole going out thing just seems wrong at a time like this..."
There was a part of him that tried to tell him going out might be -good-. It wasn't doing Z any good to sulk around all the time either. Besides! It'd be fun!...Right? Sigh...
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:54 pm
"Dem..." She sat up, putting on her 'serious face' as if he'd actually be able to see it on the other side of the phone. "Dem, we've known each other since we were what... Five? I think you're a dirt eating troll and you think I'm... Well, whatever it is you think I am, all in good nature, right?" Right. "You aren't attracted to me, chances are since you've got a not-quite-boyfriend you're not going to be attracted to any of my friends... I think that means you qualify for girl's night."
She paused, 'serious face' shifting into a 'sympathetic face'. "... Is Zac alright? You said 'was' in the hospital, that means he's out and okay now, right? Or at least on his way to being okay?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 9:08 pm
Heh, they had known each other for practically ever, and while he thought she could be downright annoying he did consider her one of his closest friends. ...Or at least one he's had the longest. It had to count for -something- that he was thought of for 'girl's night out' right? He thought so!
But he was too busy worrying about Zac.
"He's...still there. Out cold for a couple days man, but I had to come 'home' cause of classes and...his mom. She...doesn't exactly like me, I guess. Hate, really. Made a big scene and everything, it wasn't very cool."
Another sigh, and a small grunt of pain as he moved into a slightly more comfortable position.
"Just sucks....I can't be there while she's there. At all. Dunno what to do with myself really..."
Which is where girl's night would fit in perfectly, but it still felt kind of..wrong.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 9:14 pm
"I think my parents would totally freak if I brought a girl home... Not that I would, really, because there's this guy that I've only seen once and..." Totally off topic, she shook her head, snapping herself out of it as quickly as she could. "Anyways, maybe that's why his mom doesn't like you around? Because she knows that he... Y'know, likes you or something?"
She couldn't help but smile at that idea. Demy all grown up and pissing parents off because he liked their... Boys. Well, at least he wasn't out harassing girls.
"I know what you can do. You can say yes to coming out with me and the girls. There's this rave that someone's putting together in one of the old warehouses. It's supposed to be amazing... Bright colors, flashing lights... Glow sticks."
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 9:25 pm
"Yeah well...it sucks. She sucks. She's mean and just...argh."
The mention of a rave distracted him before he could go any further on this little rant about his misfortune in meeting Z's mother. A rave huh? Music, colors, lights, glow sticks... Sounded rather promising really.
"...A rave, huh?"
He sounded interested. Somewhat interested. He was still holding back though.
"i...dunno man, a rave sounds awesome and all but what if Z's mom like...leaves and I can finally go back huh? .....Glowsticks. ...Hrm."
Still sounded rather promising.
"...Maybe."
It was better than a flat out no.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 4:42 pm
"Well, you still have a little bit of time to decide, since it's this weekend and not like... Tomorrow, or anything, but... It could be a lot of fun and it's right up your alley and..." This was the big thing coming up; her one chance at having any sort of leverage. "... If you decide to come you can meet up with my friends and I at my house and make sure that we're properly attired for your kind of party. Well, you can make sure I am, at least. I wouldn't shove your fashion sense on poor unsuspecting innocents."
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:01 pm
There was a long...long pause on the phone. Thankfully she wasn't actually in the room to crack some joke about smoke appearing as he thought it over.
"...I can help with accessories hrm?"
Now -that- was promising. Demy sure had an interesting way of dressing himself, but decking someone out for a rave was practically his specialty. It was hard to say no to this. Very...very hard.
"...I'll think about it. So long as I'm in charge of glowsticks. I'm in charge of them, right?"
It wasn't like anyone -else- was cut out for the job. At least not anyone Cordelia knew.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:30 pm
"Dem... Really. Would I leave anyone else in charge of such an important thing?" Her brow quirked as she waited for the proverbial fish to take the bait so that she could finish reeling him in. "I wouldn't trust anyone else to pick them out. You should know that."
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:41 pm
".....I suppose as long as I can handle the glowstick situation I can come. I mean really, you all wouldn't be set for a rave without my guidance...right?"
Duh, of course.
"...Unless something comes up, ya know? Like...with Z-man. Then you're just gonna have to figure out the whole glowstick thing on your own but..buuuut..I'll try. Kay? I'll promise you I'll at least try."
It was pretty much a 'yes' out of him, just with the condition that if Z's hospital status changed well..he'd be ditching them. Which should have been obvious anyway.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:47 pm
"Great! I'll see you Saturday around... 11 o'clock, alright? That gives us some time to get ready before we head out. I'll have transportation taken care of and snacks." She smiled brightly, extremely pleased with her triumph. "Thank you so much, Dem! And don't worry, everything will turn out alright with Z in the end!"
Without giving him a chance to argue she closed her phone so that she could bound out of her room to let her parents know that the party plans were a go.
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