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 Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 8:02 pm
Shiloh's door dealt a blow, as Maebe tried to knock with her hands full. After she failed to successfully knock more than once, she put down the bowl of doritos and actually opened the door herself. She picked up the bowl and walked inside, slamming the door shut behind her with her foot. "Shiloh." She called out, unaware of whether he was there or not - or alone. "Would you ******** me?" It wasn't an offer. It was a question. She flopped down on his bed, dropped the six pack of beer, and ripped one off for herself. She was about to try her best to get drunk on beer and Doritos, and probably fail miserably.
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 11:04 pm
He was alone, for the time being, and currently occupying the bed that she flopped onto without warning. He’d left his door open, which meant guests should be a surprise, but for some reason, no matter how much he didn’t want it to happen, he’d assumed that Maebe would be tied up for the rest of the night, or at the very least a few hours, and as such, Maebe wasn’t the first guest he’d been expecting. Not that he minded, not in the slightest. In fact, if anything, he was relieved, even if her question made him shake his head, going a little red in the face at such an unexpectedly open greeting. He reached out, and patted her hair gently. “Don’t let Mark get you down, Maebs, even if you’d drawn him a diagram, he probably wouldn’t have been able to find your v****a.” Shiloh couldn’t help but grin, Maebe was the only person he was so openly crass round, and he sort of loved it. Ruffling her hair now, his hand left her head in favor of sniping a beer from the pack she’d brought. Friendship dues. “You are beautiful, Maebe,” he concluded as he opened his can of beer. “Any guy would be lucky to have a shot with you.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 12:01 am
Maebe was laying into the Doritos with gusto, but Shiloh's answer wasn't what she'd been looking for. She glared at him sullenly, unable to accurately laugh at his jokes, because he didn't answer her question. He was just telling her things she already knew. Like the fact that Mark would be a virgin the rest of his life. Or the fact that she was beautiful. "That's not what I asked, Shy." She threw a Dorito at his head. "I know all that. But would you ******** me? If you were straight, I mean. And remember, I'm not asking if you'd date me. That's disgusting, you're like my brother." ..The distinction put a real twist on any assumption of what Maebe thought was appropriate brotherly behavior. It was a good thing she was an only child. "You know, you say things like that, and yet, sure enough, lots of guys had had a shot with me, and mis-fired. Not even fired prematurely. Just, pschew-" She made firing sounds and used her finger to fire up into the air wildly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 4:29 pm
“And you’re like my sister, so I don’t really want to think about… Doing that sort of thing with you. It’s weird Maebe, siblings don’t think about that sort of thing.” He sighed, jutting out his lower lip in slight exasperation. She wasn’t going to let up, was she? He batted the Dorito away; he definitely needed beer for this. “I guess, if we were in some alternate universe, where I liked women and didn’t think of you as… Well, you know, that,” he said, not wanting to include it and the idea of sex in the same sentence. “I would totally get down with you, okay?” He took a swig of his beer, set it on the nightstand before grabbing onto Maebe’s arms, and pulling her unceremoniously into a hug. “It doesn’t help that you’re trying to find someone on the island of misfit boys,” he chuckled, giving her small frame a squeeze. He wasn’t one to really talk, having found someone for himself, but he chalked that more up to luck and circumstance than the idea that he was, as Maebe would put it, ********. Thus, he held out hope for Maebe. She’d find someone to nail her bulls-eye he just knew it. She just needed to find the right person, and Shiloh tried to warn Maebe that Mark was definitely not that person. “You’re still wearing the Chewbacca sweater, you know.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 5:22 pm
He had a point. She didn't want to admit it, so she just stayed silent, which worked out perfectly for her. Shiloh pushed aside the awkwardness of her brusque question, and managed to answer it instead. Even if it was a lie, she needed to hear it. So she punched him in the shoulder, smiling with relief. "Yes. Totally okay. Thanks for - " He pulled her into a hug, stifling her gratitude, and she whined in his arms. "Uuuugh. Please, Shiloh. Don't get all mushy on me. I just wanted confirmation that I'm ********, not lovable. You're so gay." She fell limp in his arms, and tried as hard as she could to not want to be there. But everytime Shiloh hugged her, she remembered that he'd died, and she'd crumbled without him. God, he was such a jerk."Okay, okay, get off me." She finally reached up to push him away, and started to pull the sweater off at the mere mention it. "Please don't remind me that I'm still wearing this awful thing. He doesn't even deserver it." She held it up thoughtfully. "Can I burn it?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:23 pm
“But you’re just so adorable and cuddley-wuddley, Maebe, I can’t help it,” he grinned, meeting her limp defense with a nuzzle of his face against her hair and an even tighter squeeze. Maebe put up a big front, acted tough and hard but Shiloh had seen the sort of softness she hid from everyone, both in her anguished moments but more importantly, in the little moments he spent hanging out with her when her expression would give her away, in the rare moments like now, when she was actually smiling and it wasn’t out of smugness but from happiness, no matter how short-lived. “Nope,” he argued, holding onto her with one arm while he reached for his beer. “I will not get off you, and nope you may not burn that sweater. I paid good money for it you know, even if he doesn’t deserve it. I’ll figure out something to use it for.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Not as firewood.” Nio Love wow i used short-lived in both posts thats weird but it applied to both okay!! ): hi ilu
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 5:37 pm
Maebe deflated like a premature souffle. "Fine. As long as I never see it again. Unless you fill it with lice and give it to him-" Maebe's voice cut short as she remembered, with a shudder, the cockroach infested table. "Actually, not even that. He wouldn't even care. God I'm so glad I didn't touch him." She tried to squirm out of his embrace one more time, and then whined with unhappiness. "Shy, I can't get to my beer. Please, I want to be drunk as quickly as possible, let me goooo-" Her fingers contracted desperately in 'gimme' motions. "I promise I'll listen to your advice more often. Pleaaaase."
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