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Post by tshamien on Aug 31, 2011 6:44:25 GMT -5
"Thanks, that's sweet," Tristan said with a laugh. He kissed her again and pulled her down beside him on the bed, he looped one arm around her.
"So what's your deal? You kind of got some of my story, its your turn."
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Post by Zippy on Aug 31, 2011 11:20:36 GMT -5
"Rich parents that ignored me, I acted out, the usual," Zippy responded, shutting her eyes and breathing in his scent.
"I told you I was a bad girl." She joked, moving her hand to touch his abs.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 31, 2011 11:23:06 GMT -5
"You're a cliche," Tristan said with a laugh, letting his finger gently slide up and down her arm.
He looked down at her. "How bad?"
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Post by Zippy on Aug 31, 2011 11:42:26 GMT -5
Zippy chuckled, "yeah, I'm a cliche," she admitted, continuing to rub his stomach. "Pretty bad. I was on house arrest for an entire summer, kind of why I got so into books and reading."
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Post by tshamien on Aug 31, 2011 12:24:56 GMT -5
"That's pretty fucking bad," Tristan said with a nod. "I did a six month stint in Juvy...I broke a kids jaw in tenth grade." He admitted to her.
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Post by Zippy on Aug 31, 2011 17:22:24 GMT -5
"You were put into jail for fighting?" Zippy asked, making sure she was following. "For 6 months?"
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Post by tshamien on Aug 31, 2011 17:34:25 GMT -5
"Yeah...Zippy the kid had to have his jaw wired shut so it could heel." He looked at her. "It was pretty bad, his name was Joey Olsen."
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Post by Zippy on Aug 31, 2011 17:50:41 GMT -5
"What did he do?" Zippy asked, sitting up on her elbow.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 31, 2011 18:42:33 GMT -5
"Ya know, the usual kid shit. He thought he could take me cause I never stuck up for myself like that before. And when I got mad I just went for him ya know?" He ran his fingers through her hair.
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Post by Zippy on Aug 31, 2011 20:22:07 GMT -5
"God. That's...shitty," she bit her lip, looking at him. "I got a couple DUIs, the kicker being from a car that I stole."
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Post by tshamien on Aug 31, 2011 21:09:58 GMT -5
"Now, that is bad," Tristan said with a laugh. He looked down at her and then kissed her deeply. He liked this girl, but he knew it was hard to expect too much from anyone. He came as a package deal. He had made that choice a five years ago when he kept Mikey.
Very slowly his bedroom door started to creep open...
"Dad?" Mikey whispered, one hand still on the doorknob, the other holding a brown fluffy teddy bear against his chest.
Tristan removed his lips from Zippy's. "Yeah?" He said, wondering why hadn't his son just completely charged into the room and jumped on top of him.
"I tried to go back to sleep, but I had that dream again..." He whispered.
"Why you still standing there?"
"Cause you're having a sleepover." Tristan bit his lip to stop himself from laughing. "I wasn't invited." Tristan cleared his throat.
"It's okay, c'mere." Tristan said and waved him over. Mikey came tiptoeing over to the bed and climbed in on his father's side. He snuggled up close.
"Hi Zippy..." He yawned, "Night Zippy."
"Sorry," Tristan mouthed to her.
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Post by Zippy on Aug 31, 2011 23:49:09 GMT -5
This was awkward.
"It's okay," She whispered back to him, nodding. But yet, NOW it was time to go. Zippy got out of bed and gathered her things, pretty disappointed.
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Post by tshamien on Sept 1, 2011 6:57:00 GMT -5
Mikey immediately sat up. "Where you going? You can't leave in the middle of a sleepover. Dad's making pancakes tomorrow."
Tristan wanted to bury his son at that moment. He knew Zippy was extremely uncomfortable at this point. His five year old son had just crawled into bed with them after they'd fucked. It was uncomfortable.
"Mikey, she's gotta go home." Tristan gently pulled Mikey back down beside him.
"I'll give you a call tomorrow okay?" He asked her...but figured this would probably be the end of their awesome sexcapades.
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Post by Zippy on Sept 1, 2011 10:04:49 GMT -5
"You don't have my number," she reminded him gently, and squeezed Mikey's hand. "sorry about your nightmare, kiddo. I'll see you soon!"
And then zippy slipped out.
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Post by tshamien on Sept 1, 2011 10:08:49 GMT -5
Tristan sat at the head of the class, the room was nearly empty of students. Most of them grumbling because SURPRISE they hadn't done well on the midterm. He had literally designed the class for a bunch of morons and he ended up with morons times ten.
He rubbed his fingers against his forehead and made a note on his notebook. He glanced at his watch. Mikey would kill him if he was late today, they were doing a pageant after school about the changing of the seasons or something ridiculous like that and Mikey was a snowman.
Tristan had spent over three days making that fucking costume and Mikey complained that he couldn't put his arms down. Tristan had told him to shut up and wear it. Then he asked if Zippy was coming and that started a whole different conversation about Zippy not being around anymore. In short he'd had a complicated week.
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