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 Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 10:47 am
Jett was meticulous when it came to remembering dates; even if he hadn't obsessed with deadlines and keeping things on time enough to have everything memorized, he certainly had enough reminders on his phone to make up for them.
He'd gotten a notification a week ago that Millicent's birthday was coming up and had wasted no time attempting to prepare.
Thirteen was a big year, after all.
A week almost wasn't even enough to prepare, though.
Millie was at that awkward age where he didn't know if he should be buying her a stuffed animal or some fancy jewelry. All he knew was that he should be looking for pigs.
He debated for a long while, and then when he couldn't make up his mind, settled for both. You couldn't go wrong with both.
So, he'd picked up the fattest, fluffiest stuffed pig he could find with only a week of preparation and searched—up until that morning—for the perfect piece of jewelry to accompany it. The pendant was an outline of a pig, studded with small white and pink gems. It wasn't gaudy, but it wasn't ridiculously childish. It was sophisticated (as much so as a pig charm could be, he figured), but still cute. It was a stroke of luck that while in line he spotted a number of stickers, stars and sparkles and cute little animals—pigs included—so he grabbed a few to throw in.
What the hell, thirteen was a big year.
When he got home, he produced the necklace and hung it around the stuffed pig's neck before placing it and the stickers a small box.
Wrapping was not his forte; he wrapped the box with simple white wrapping paper with no fanciful flourishes. He hadn't exactly prepared so far as that. It was still fairly early in the afternoon when he drove over to deliver the gift; he pulled into the driveway, hopped out of the car and made his way to the door with package in hand. He knocked as soon as he was there; he was long since past the awkward standing on the door and composing himself before knocking.
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 8:51 am
Millie didn’t really have any plans for her birthday, other than hanging out with her mother, and maybe patrolling thatnight with Goretti. When she heard the knock she raced to the door as she always did and blinked, opening it. “Jett! Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in at least four hundred years!”
It was the truth…even the last time that Lenka had seen Jett was months ago…and really, the last time that Millie had seen him hadn’t really been the best of times in her life…so it wasn’t really the best of memories, truth be told.
“What are you doing here anyway? Did we have plans?” She didn’t think they did, but part of her really wanted them to now! Was he surprising her for her birthday? He was the coolest friend ever, that was for sure.
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 2:41 pm
"Four hundred years, huh? Has it really been that long? Well. You're looking good for your age. Which is, what, ten, eleven, now? I can't keep up. You're growing so fast, though," he mused. "Just don't get taller than me, then we'll have some problems. But, I guess I can't pick on you on your birthday. I got you something," he said, holding out the box he'd brought.
While he wasn't totally shy about it, he realized that the packaging wasn't as glamorous that it could have been, and presentation was always so important. He hoped what was inside would compensate for the lackluster appearance. "I didn’t know if you were doing anything special, but I figured, you know. Thirteen is supposed to be a big year, right? So I wanted to drop by and wish you a happy birthday. Are you having a party or are you too old for those already?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 6:43 pm
Millie huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “I’m thirteen now. That’s practically high school. Well. Almost at least.” She paused. “Sort of. But I have to start thinking of where I want to go to high school. That’s fun at least!” She was going to be in Eighth grade next year…and high school the year after that. It was crazy to think about!
The girl held out her hands and took the box, seeming kind of excited to open it. “You didn’t have to, you know. Really, I didn’t even think we were still friends…and I thought you’d forget, since we really haven’t talked in a long time…” She opened the box rather quickly and grinned. “Oh Jett! I love it!” Tossing the box across the room, the teenager hugged the pig close, laughing. “It’s so cute!” Taking a closer look she saw the necklace and grinned. “It’s so pretty! I’m going to wear it today! Oh thank you so much!”
She had grown at least four inches since she last saw him and grinned, hugging the older blonde tightly for a moment before scampering away to put the pig on the couch. “You can come in if you want! You have to tell me how you’ve been!”
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 7:07 pm
A smile crept onto Jett's face as he watched Millie open her present. He felt a bit guilty about not keeping as in contact with her as he might have, but things had been a bit hectic. He had missed her enthusiasm, and gave her a light squeeze before following after her. "I've been pretty good," he replied; a natural response but perhaps not the most honest answer. "Busy, though. School, work. Lots of work. My boss has been acting strangely recently."
He rested his hands on his hips as he looked around, reluctant to met Millicent's gaze when he asked, "You really thought we weren't still friends? How does anyone stop being friends with you? You're like a little magnet. Or, I suppose…I can't really call you all that little now, anymore, can I? But it doesn't change the fact that I still like you. And I'm sorry I haven't been around as much. I'll try to fix that. I mean, if you still want." He shrugged, though he wasn't as nonchalant about their friendship as he might have let on. He liked Millie; he had gotten used to her being around. Their friendship had always been a little odd, but he couldn’t imagine it ending.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 8:06 pm
Millie nodded. “Well, I still want to be friends. I mean. Without you, I’ve had to start hanging out with kids my own age. It’s kind of dumb, to be honest. Even though I guess one is okay. He’s nice.” She shrugged, tugging at one of her braids. “Um…anyway. Moving away from that subject. You should call me more. Or come over more. Or just try to hang out with me more. Just because you’re all grown up and full of wrinkles doesn’t mean you can forget us teenagers and just let us rot without you, you know.”
She wrinkled her nose. Well. Now she was old too. A teenager. Bleh. No longer could she order off of the kids menu…not that she ever did, but still. The option had always been there.
Though, with her height, it wasn’t like anyone ever thought she was under twelve anyway. Some people thought she was even old enough to drive…but alas. That privilege was still three years away…But she could dream! And if life continued to go at the speed it was going now...she'd be there in no time.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 9:06 pm
Jett watched the girl for a moment; her requests weren't difficult. And he had missed her. Millie was a breath of fresh air, and in a few years, it probably wouldn't even be weird that hey were hanging out. Hopefully.
"I can do that," he promised. "I mean, I'd hate to have to force you to hang out with people your own age. This one, though."
He cocked his head to the side and smiled playfully. "You wouldn't mind being friends with one boy? If there's something special about him…That doesn't mean you've hit the age where you start liking boys, does it?" he teased.
Though, if she got a boyfriend, it would certainly make him feel a bit less awkward.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 9:14 pm
The teen’s face grew red. “I don’t like him. You creep. Why would I start liking boys. Especially ones that are younger than me! Oh my god, Jett! No. You creep. No, no, no.” Millie shoved at him and shook her head, finally turning away and flopping onto the couch, hugging the pig.
“No. That’s just dumb. You’re dumb.”
It seemed that age didn’t stifle Millie’s creative way to insult someone. She was still as blunt as a spoon and as simple as ever. “Seriously though. How are things in your life, besides working? Did you get your girlfriend pregnant yet? Are you going to be a father?” She gave him a look. “If you are, don’t be an a*****e of one like the one I have. Because I will hunt you down and kick you so hard.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 9:32 pm
Oh, she was blushing! He laughed after the shove and figured he must have hit a nerve—either that or she really did like the boy. He'd have to find some excuse to figure out who it was so he could tease her more, but the abrupt change in topic made him drop the notion.
"You know I wouldn't just abandon my kid, Millie," he said, giving her a stern look. He wasn't sure if he was more surprised that she thought he'd do that or the fact that she had just shouted 'a*****e' in her living room. "Not that she's pregnant!" he hastily corrected. "Or, at least, I hope not. If she is, she hasn't told me. But she'd tell me if she was. But she's not."
There was no way he was ready to be a father, and no matter how many times he told himself that whenever he did have kids—if he ever did—he was going to follow in his father's footsteps. There was almost crippling doubt and fear whenever he considered the idea that one day he might be a father—and that he was going to screw up, so, so badly.
But that…
That wasn't now. That wasn't something he had to worry about.
"Raven and I…" It had been a while since he'd caught up with Millie, hadn't it? "Well, we moved in together, I guess that's a big thing. That and the fact that I," he paused, chewed on the inside of his cheek, and then shrugged, toeing at the carpet, "I asked her to marry me."
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