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Post by Zippy on Jan 11, 2012 13:18:38 GMT -5
"Yeah...you think women throw themselves at you because you have money? It isn't just that...your poster sales are consistently high." Erin shrugged, stretching her legs out in front of her.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 11, 2012 13:19:30 GMT -5
He burst out laughing, "Alright I guess I know I'm fucking sexy." He shrugged and then finished off his second glass of wine. He studied her for a moment. So was she, he realized. "You ain't so bad yourself."
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Post by Zippy on Jan 11, 2012 13:31:50 GMT -5
Erin nearly choked on her wine and glanced at him, a bit uncomfortably. She was used to feeding him compliments but rarely ever heard one back. "uh, thanks."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 11, 2012 13:33:26 GMT -5
He smiled over at her and then curled a piece of her dark hair around her ear. He cleared his throat and then poured himself more wine. He rested his heels on the coffee table and sunk back into the couch.
((hehe let's see how long it takes before they start making out))
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Post by Zippy on Jan 11, 2012 13:38:51 GMT -5
Jesus. To say that Erin had a little crush on him was probably an understatement, but she was a professional first and always, and prided herself on her amazing work and talents.
But her vagina. It hadn't been touched in SO long. not that it was at all appropriate for her to be thinking about Tristan Shamien taking care of that. For all the number of women she's walked in on him having sex with, it just never seemed like a good idea.
It was a line that never ever should be crossed.
She gulped anyway, her heart doing one of those flippy things when he touched her like that. He was just happy she was here. That's it. She smiled at him, blushing like crazy. "You did good today, Shamien. I was really impressed."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 11, 2012 13:44:29 GMT -5
"Thanks, now I gotta keep it up...and we both know how good I am at that," Tristan had a track record of royally fucking up good things. Everything would start out fine and then somewhere along the line he'd do a total 180 and screw it all up. That went for women, family, friends, his music, at one point he'd almost screwed up his music career to the point that no one would book him.
He was glad Erin was there. She had been the single constant force in his life. She'd always done more than a publicist should, looked out for him even when he treated her like the scum of the earth.
"Erin..." He said and turned to face her. He felt his heart beating in his chest. He guessed he'd always known how he felt about her, but wouldn't let himself give into it. He valued her too much to treat her like trash.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 11, 2012 13:51:45 GMT -5
"Dont," she said, quickly standing up and backing away from him. "Don't say anything that will ruin this. Please." she gave him a desperate look. She wouldn't be able to say no to him and then...
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Post by tshamien on Jan 11, 2012 13:59:19 GMT -5
"I won't," He said and then leaned over, cupping her face in his hand before kissing her softly, sliding his fingers up into her hair.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 11, 2012 14:04:41 GMT -5
She guessed she should have specified don't DO anything, but of course Tristan Shamien would do what the hell he wants anyway.
"Tristan." she kissed him back and then pulled away. "It doesn't work this way. I'm not gonna just fall magically into any place you need me to be."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 11, 2012 14:06:30 GMT -5
"I know that," He said to her and then stroked hsi thumb across her bottom lip. He looked down and sighed.
"I should get to bed. Kid wants to go to school tomorrow." He smirked at her. "You know, just uh...take whatever room you want.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 11, 2012 14:33:49 GMT -5
She nodded, a sinking feeling inside her stomach that she may cry. Which was ridiculous because the poor kid just lost his mom and she hadn't cried since college.
"you should make sure the school has your cell."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 11, 2012 20:10:48 GMT -5
"I'll give it to them," he said, "night Erin," he said and then took his glass of wine and headed toward his room.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 11, 2012 20:14:40 GMT -5
Erin waved awkwardly and cleaned up a bit, mumbling to herself that she had become his damn maid. She eventually found her way into one of the guest bedrooms, the one with its own bathroom, and passed out.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 11, 2012 20:26:33 GMT -5
Tristan didn't sleep, instead he was sitting up in bed, smoking a cigarette, scribbling notes on a pad. He was strumming his guitar.
He heard sniffling in his doorway and looked up. Mikey was standing there, rubbing his eyes.
"I can't sleep," he said.
"oh," Tristan set the guitar down and looked at him.
"mom would, she would let me stay with her," he started sniffling.
"cmere," Tristan said. Mikey came into the room and he lifted him up onto his lap. Tristan picked up his guitar.
"wanna learn?" he asked his son. Mikey nodded up at him. Tristan placed his hand on the string and then had him strum a few notes.
"a pro already," Tristan said and Mikey smiled at him.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 11, 2012 20:40:02 GMT -5
((awww STOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP. the cuteness may kill me))
The next morning, Erin took a shower, trying really hard not to think of Tristan. She felt sorry, for him, she really did. And maybe it was time she go on that blind date her neighbor kept trying to set her up on. She cursed when she realized she forgot her blow dryer, and was forced instead to pull her hair back in a frizzy bun. When she went downstairs, she glanced around, surprised no one was up yet.
She walked back upstairs and knocked on Tristan's bedroom door. "Tristan.." She poked her head inside, praying to god he had clothes on and didn't find a secret stash of drugs. Instead she found him and Mikey both passed out, and she sighed. "Get up, time for school." She shook Mikey gently.
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