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Post by Rose on Jan 6, 2012 21:42:44 GMT -5
"Words with friends! It's your turn! Get on your damn phone and play already!" she said, laughing. "How are you beating me by the way?"
Michael shot her a look like she knew it was amazing. She had to know. "Seriously. How do you make these?"
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Post by Script on Jan 6, 2012 21:44:58 GMT -5
Tyler blinked, staring. Then growled. "Screw you, ya broke my heart, ya don't get to play with me anymore." And he hung up.
Maggie giggled a little. "Honey, you have any idea how many times I get asked that? It's a secret!"
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Post by Skittery on Jan 6, 2012 21:48:20 GMT -5
Rose furrowed her brow, looking at her phone. Okaaayyy... That night she dreamed about him again. Damn it!
"Okay, okay. Sorry. I won't ask again," he said, winking. "As long as i still get to eat them."
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Post by Script on Jan 6, 2012 21:50:58 GMT -5
Tyler spent the rest of the weekend drunk and miserable, feeling sorry for himself and ignoring Mike's concerns.
Maggie giggled. "As many as you'd like." She bit her lip, blushing.
((Off to dinner! Be back later!))
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Post by Rose on Jan 6, 2012 21:56:45 GMT -5
((okay!))
Rose had had enough. She'd been dreaming about Tyler for the past three nights, and she just couldn't get him out of her head. She couldn't stop thinking about that kiss. And how she'd felt in his arms. So she found herself knocking on Tyler's door on Monday evening, right after work. She was holding a plate of rice krispies treats.
"Good." He stuffed the rest of the brownie in his mouth then took a huge gulp of milk. "So, about this kiss thing..."
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Post by Script on Jan 6, 2012 23:56:06 GMT -5
Tyler was in a bad mood. Really bad mood. He'd had to go to work with a hangover, which was definitely no fun, and was still bent out of shape over Rose. Plus, the game was on and Mike wasn't even there to watch it with him because he was with Maggie. Again. He stalked to the door, throwing it open.
Maggie blushed pink, moving to wipe crumbs off the counter top to distract herself. "Yeah..?" She glanced at him, biting her lip.
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Post by Rose on Jan 7, 2012 7:15:53 GMT -5
Rose tried to smile up at him as she held out the plate of treats. "I made these for you. Your favorite," she said, her voice a bit shakier than expected. Maybe because Tyler looked like he could commit murder right now. And she was the first likely victim. "I..." Mike began before letting out a sigh. "If I had known it was going to make you feel that way, I would've kissed you more. A lot more. 'Cause...I like you." ((Sorry, I went to bed before you got back last night! I had to get up early this morning to take my car into the shop. I have a flat tire! Urgh! And I'm going golfing with my uncle  )) |
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Post by Script on Jan 7, 2012 12:26:30 GMT -5
Tyler frowned at her, blocking the doorway so she couldn't just walk in. "What're ya doin' here, Rose?"
Maggie blushed, but smiled, moving over to stand right beside him. "Really? You...do?"
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Post by Rose on Jan 7, 2012 13:57:41 GMT -5
"I'm here to apologize. And talk to you," she said without hesitation, her brows slightly furrowed as she looked into his eyes. She'd worn heels to work, so she was almost as tall as him. But he still had a few inches on her.
Michael let out a soft chuckle, reaching out to take one of her hands in his. "Yeah...I told Tyler when I got home that it was the best date ever. So..."
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Post by Script on Jan 7, 2012 14:03:12 GMT -5
Tyler frowned at her, then sighed and moved out of her way, leaving the door open. "Fine."
Maggie squeezed his hand, smiling at him. "The best date ever, huh? It was a pretty good date, wasn't it. I--I really liked spending time with you."
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Post by Skittery on Jan 7, 2012 14:10:55 GMT -5
Rose set the plate of rice krispies treats on the counter, standing there and trying not to notice how fast her heart was beating. "So, um..." She'd rehearsed a speech all the way here. But now her mind was blank.
Michael nodded then pulled her closer. One hand reached up to cradle her cheek while he kissed her.
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Post by Script on Jan 7, 2012 14:13:20 GMT -5
Tyler didn't give her any help, just folded his arms over his chest and frowned at her. "Well?"
Maggie kissed him back, sighing into it, melting into his touch.
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Post by Skittery on Jan 7, 2012 14:19:42 GMT -5
After a deep breath and a short mental pep talk, Rose began. "I know that I hurt you. And I...I hate myself for doing that. You don't deserve that," she said, her voice starting to choke up. "Damn it," she said to herself, turning away from him to wipe away a tear. What a fine time to cry, Rose!
Michael smiled a bit into the kiss, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. He took his time, kissing her slowly.
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Post by Script on Jan 7, 2012 14:22:03 GMT -5
His heart melted, despite himself, but he refused to touch her. "So, then why'd ya do it, huh? Why'd ya hurt me like that?"
Maggie's arms slid up his chest to loop around his neck, opening her mouth to his, pressing herself closer against him.
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Post by Rose on Jan 7, 2012 14:30:48 GMT -5
"If you asked me that night why I kissed you, I wouldn't have been able to answer. And I still don't know. But I...I sent you away because I've never wanted to like you," she admitted, turning back around to face him even though the tears were flowing freely now. "But the truth is, I can't get you out of my head. Or my dreams. It's rather annoying."
Michael slid his hand from her cheek to hold her, hands splayed on her back. He touched the tip of his tongue to her lips.
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