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Post by Script on Jan 6, 2012 20:55:04 GMT -5
"Goddammit, Rose, open the fuckin' door!"
Maggie smiled a little. "I, uh...baked brownies. A lot of brownies, actually."
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Post by Skittery on Jan 6, 2012 20:58:27 GMT -5
"Tyler, I don't want to see you right now! Please just go away." She didn't move from her spot on the couch.
"Brownies? Oh man, brownies are my favorite," he said, smiling. "I haven't had a really good brownie in a long time."
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Post by Script on Jan 6, 2012 21:00:01 GMT -5
"Goddammit, Rosie, I am sick to death of yer bullshit! Don't you realize I'm fuckin' in love with you?!"
She paused a beat, then said in a very small voice, "You...could come over...'
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Post by Rose on Jan 6, 2012 21:02:27 GMT -5
"I know that! But I don't love you! Please just go away!" She was sounding a bit more desperate now.
Michael cleared his throat. "I...could? I mean, are you officially inviting me over?"
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Post by Script on Jan 6, 2012 21:04:20 GMT -5
His voice softened and he leaned his head against the door. "I don't expect ya to. But I know ya like me, Rosie. I know ya do."
Maggie bit her lip. "Yeah...yeah, I am. I--I want you to come over."
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Post by Skittery on Jan 6, 2012 21:07:42 GMT -5
"Tyler...Just leave. You're wasting your time."
Michael got out of bed and started rummaging around for some clean jeans. "Text me your address, I'll be over as soon as I can."
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Post by Script on Jan 6, 2012 21:11:00 GMT -5
Tyler swallowed down a lump in his throat. "What are you so scared of, Rosie? Huh?"
Maggie grinned. "Okay, see you soon!" She hung up, texted him, then ran to change into jeans and a cute top.
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Post by Rose on Jan 6, 2012 21:14:29 GMT -5
Rose sighed then finally got up, walking slowly to the door. "I'm not scared...I just...I don't feel that way about you."
He drove to her place as quickly but safely as he could. He combed his hair down and took a deep breath before knocking on her door.
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Post by Script on Jan 6, 2012 21:16:40 GMT -5
Tyler gave her a sad, desperate look. "Then why'd ya kiss me? Why would ya do that to me, knowin' how I felt?!"
Maggie took a breath before answering it, then couldn't help but smile brightly at him. "Hey, come on in."
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Post by Skittery on Jan 6, 2012 21:19:12 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I...I wasn't thinking straight."
Michael almost fainted when he walked in. "Holy shit, it smells good in here."
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Post by Script on Jan 6, 2012 21:21:32 GMT -5
Tyler stared at her, feeling his heart break in his chest. Then he turned around and walked away, without so much as a word.
Maggie blushed. "Baking helps me think." She led him to the kitchen, gesturing for him to sit on one of the stools at the island. "I kept them warm."
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Post by Rose on Jan 6, 2012 21:31:46 GMT -5
Rose shut the door and went on with her day. But something wasn't right. She kept checking her phone to see if Tyler had called. And also to play the Words with Friends game she started with Tyler the other day. He didn't update that much. But when he did he came up with these crazy point words It was annoying.
He sat down where she told him, smiling and waiting for a brownie. "So when did you start baking?"
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Post by Script on Jan 6, 2012 21:34:33 GMT -5
Tyler didn't call, and he didn't play any games. Instead, he went home and got piss-ass drunk, then passed out on the couch.
She served him a brownie and a glass of milk. "Oh, I've been baking since I was a kid. Mama taught me."
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Post by Skittery on Jan 6, 2012 21:38:40 GMT -5
Later that night, Rose called him.
He nodded, taking a bite of the brownie. "Oh my god," he said, mouth still full. "This. This is amazing."
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Post by Script on Jan 6, 2012 21:39:57 GMT -5
Tyler had gotten up at some point, showered, then gone back to drinking. "Hullo?"
Maggie blushed, smiling. "It's just a brownie..." Except she knew it was good. Her brownies were the best.
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