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Post by Zippy on Dec 22, 2011 17:36:18 GMT -5
"So, that was his dad, that's not him!" Melody narrowed her eyes. "Why'd you throw him out, Dad? You didn't even give him a chance!"
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Post by David on Dec 22, 2011 17:40:10 GMT -5
"He doesn't deserve one!" He took a breath, not having meant to snap at her like that. "Mel, sweetie. You deserve so much better than Michael Shamien."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 22, 2011 17:47:12 GMT -5
Melody glared at David. "You don't even know him! How could you say that! I don't care about money, I just want Mike! I love him!"
Zippy blinked at her daughter. This was worse than she thought. "Mom. Please. I don't understand." Zippy shook her head.
"We'll never approve." She told Melody sternly.
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Post by David on Dec 22, 2011 17:54:19 GMT -5
David sighed, raking a hand through his hair, taking his glasses off and tucking them into his pocket. He pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. "Tell her, Erin. Tell her, or she's never gonna understand."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 22, 2011 17:57:21 GMT -5
"I used to date Tristan Shamien. Your father hates him because of it." Zippy told her, barely able to keep a straight face. It was almost funny. Almost.
This barely phased Melody. "So. That must have been like...over 20 years ago. Get over it, Dad."
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Post by David on Dec 22, 2011 18:00:16 GMT -5
David glowered. "That is not the whole story, Erin. Don't pin this all on me."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 22, 2011 18:06:36 GMT -5
Zippy frowned, and sighed. "We had...an interaction, per say, after he was married. God only knows if those two are still together," she said to David.
Melody glared at her parents. "That still has nothing to do with Mike!"
Zippy gave Melody a desperate look. "We want nothing to do with that family, Mel. Plus you need someone to take care of you, your father has worked too hard for you to throw it all away on someone without a good job. Just stay in school, you'll find someone."
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Post by David on Dec 22, 2011 18:10:17 GMT -5
David frowned darkly. "He's too old for you, he clearly drinks far too much, and his father is a self-righteous, murdering asshole."
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Post by tshamien on Dec 22, 2011 18:11:50 GMT -5
(( I love this thread!))
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Post by Zippy on Dec 22, 2011 18:18:25 GMT -5
Melody shook her head, refusing all of it. "You can't make me stop seeing him. You don't even know him!"
((rae, shall we zoom?))
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Post by tshamien on Dec 22, 2011 19:22:29 GMT -5
((Sure thing lady))
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Post by Zippy on Dec 22, 2011 19:40:13 GMT -5
Melody walked up the stairs of the Shamien house and knocked on the door nervously. She had sent a telegram to Mikey but he hadn't responded, and she needed to see him. She had taken a carriage over to Brooklyn, and waited nervously on his porch.
What if he hated her now? Her parents were absolutely awful to him and she was so embarrassed. And...what if... what if his parents hated her too? Now that everyone knew who everyone else was...
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Post by tshamien on Dec 22, 2011 19:43:08 GMT -5
Mikey did not answer the door, instead Tristan was standing there. He blinked and stared at her for a second. He'd been right the first time, she looked exactly like her mother.
"You're looking for my son ain't you?" He asked her.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 22, 2011 20:12:50 GMT -5
Melody gulped, a little intimidated by him now that she knows what he can do to people...
"Y-yes sir. Is he home?"
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Post by tshamien on Dec 22, 2011 20:21:51 GMT -5
Tristan nodded, "Yeah he's home." He said and then stepped away from the door, motioning for her to come inside.
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