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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 22:29:36 GMT -5
Tyler rolled over, intending to hug Rose to him. When she wasn't there, he opened his eyes, sitting up, seeing her standing by the bed. "Rosie?"
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 22:33:20 GMT -5
She jumped at the sound of his voice, turning to look at him. Then she promptly blushed when she saw how sexy he looked with bed hair. "Uh...hi," she said awkwardly.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 22:34:25 GMT -5
"Is, uh...is everything okay? Do--d'ya want me to go..?" He moved to pull his boxers on.
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 22:42:04 GMT -5
Actually she did. She was completely embarrassed, and she would rather not him see her like this. Though doubtless she was much worse last night.
"Uh...yeah. I mean, you can..."
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 22:43:31 GMT -5
He felt a twinge of something that might have been sadness, but he only nodded, standing up to grab his jeans. "It's fine. I gotta go, anyway." No he didn't. He didn't have anywhere to be.
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 22:45:42 GMT -5
"O-okay," she said before fleeing her room and taking refuge in the kitchen. She turned her coffee maker on and rummaged in her medicine cabinet for some Excedrin.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 22:50:06 GMT -5
He finished getting dressed, then headed towards the front door. "I, uh...well, Merry Christmas, I guess..."
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 22:53:53 GMT -5
Before he could leave, she called out to him. "Maybe I could...get your number?" She felt bad about kicking him out, but she desperately didn't want him to stick around for her shit-fest of a day... She grabbed a pen from the kitchen counter and held it out to him, exposing her wrist.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 22:55:13 GMT -5
He went to take the pen when his eyes caught sight of her wrist. "What--what's that?"
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 22:58:50 GMT -5
She quickly covered up the tattoo, blushing. "Nothing," she murmured. She gave him her other hand so he could write his number on it.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 23:00:39 GMT -5
He wrote his number down, then grabbed her wrist gently. "No, really. What's it say?"
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 23:01:58 GMT -5
She sighed, embarrassed. "It's my grandma's birthday." She silently begged him not to ask the story behind it. She really just wanted him to leave.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 5, 2011 11:31:48 GMT -5
He was about to say something else when he saw the look on her face. He frowned, dropping her hand. She wanted him gone, that much was obvious.
"Well, anyway. I'll get out a' yer hair." He gave her one last, almost sad, look, then walked out the door.
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Post by Rose on Dec 5, 2011 11:34:55 GMT -5
Rose let out a sigh of relief once the door was closed. But then she had a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. Like she wanted him to come back. ...Oh well.
Almost a month went by before Rose called him. She stood in her kitchen, drumming her fingers nervously on the counter, waiting for him to pick up.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 5, 2011 11:36:08 GMT -5
Because she'd never given Tyler her number, he didn't recognize it, but answered anyway. "Hello?"
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