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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 22:36:05 GMT -5
"...me?" Erin blinked, and hit him hard in the head. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! I'd do anything for you, Tristan Shamien, but I'm not...I absolutely won't...be a part of this idea." She glared at him.
"Ask Rae. She loves kids. I'm..." she shook her head.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 22:37:46 GMT -5
"Rae? Are you crazy? It'll just be until I can get my shit together," he said.
"Erin, come on..." he pleaded with her.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 22:44:37 GMT -5
"Just because I do a great job taking care of you doesn't mean I would do a good job taking care of you AND your kid." Erin snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's a hell of a lot to ask, you know that! I haven't even gotten laid in months, I can barely take care of myself! The last thing I need is a kid."
Plus that was awfully close to blurring the professional/personal line. And Erin really didn't want to step on that line...it was just plain dangerous.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 22:45:51 GMT -5
"Fine, then I'll do it alone," he said. He left the balcony heading toward his room. He'd never been so sure of anything before. This just seemed right.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 22:57:40 GMT -5
Erin watched him walk away, and reached for one of those cigarettes he left on the chair. She lit one, taking a long drag. "Fine. I'll do it."
She followed him into his room, waving her cigarette around. "But you are paying me extra. And taking me to the Grammy's this year. And I refuse to clean up anything that comes out of him."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 22:59:58 GMT -5
"done, done and done," he turned to smile brightly at her.
"You smoke?" he asked her, seriously confused.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 23:04:54 GMT -5
Erin shook her head. "I took up smoking for 6 months in college after my ex left me. I only do it when I'm seriously in need of one now."
Which was now. Clearly. She began to help him pack, grabbing his shirts that he was tossing in and refolding them nicely. "You need to childproof your house. And you need to buy him a bed, all your guest bedrooms would be awful for a little kid."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 23:13:47 GMT -5
"See, you're good at this. He can have whatever he wants. If he wants his old stuff we'll move it to my house." he said.
When they were done packing he took a deep breath and looked at Erin. He paused before he decided to speak, "I wanted you to help cause I trust you."
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 23:21:46 GMT -5
Erin rubbed her eyes with her hands, taking a deep breath. "Of course you do." She managed to look at him. "I'm gonna go check you out of here. You want to just take my car, or should I call your driver?"
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 23:24:47 GMT -5
"Your car is fine," he said, he collected his bag and hoisted it over his shoulder, following her out of his room.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 23:27:18 GMT -5
"Well put a hat and sunglasses on," Erin told him, sighing loudly and heading over to the front desk, and arranging for home therapy for him.
"I'll...be staying with him. So I'll make sure he doesn't use." Erin told the doctors, glancing awkwardly at Tristan. Great. Just great.....Now she was going to have to babysit not just one but two Shamiens.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 23:30:13 GMT -5
When he was signed out and ready to go, hat and sunglasses on, they headed out to Erin's car.
Once securely in the vehicle he took a deep breath. "you think the press got word of this?" he asked her.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 23:32:34 GMT -5
"No. Let them think you're still here. I made all this very clear to the doctors and staff there. You gave them a bonus to keep their mouths shut," Erin told him, turning on her ignition and Tristan's music started blasting from her stereo. She immediately turned it off, blushing a bit and switched on the radio.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 23:42:14 GMT -5
He couldn't help but smile, he looked her at her, "So you actually like my music?" he was a little surprised and actually happy she did. Just because she worked for him it didn't mean she had to listen to his stuff of even like it.
"What's your favorite song?"
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 23:42:57 GMT -5
((gah! I can't wait till they get together!))
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