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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 23:47:49 GMT -5
((yeah they are really great!))
She continued to be red in the face and slipped on her sunglasses so he couldn't see the embarrassment in her eyes. "I like...well, I love 'Missing You'.....I know all your...usual fans didn't love it, but I like your softer stuff. You have a very sexy voice when you are singing a slower song." She cleared her throat, wishing she still had a cigarette. She'd be coughing later, but that burst of tobacco would really calm her nerves right about now.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 23:51:16 GMT -5
"That's the most personal song I've ever written," he admitted to her, "it's about Mikey." he said and then cleared his throat.
"You know every year he's sent me a birthday card? This year he could actually write his name," he looked back over at her.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 23:56:17 GMT -5
Despite this conversation getting a bit too Lifetime for Erin's taste with Tristan, she offered him a half smile anyway. "He's gonna love you, Tristan. Even if you fuck it up."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 10, 2012 0:06:51 GMT -5
Tristan laughed, "I've fucked up enough for three lifetimes. If he never loves me it'll be fine, he needs someone to take care of him, and I'm gonna do it."
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Post by Zippy on Jan 10, 2012 0:08:33 GMT -5
"Do you know anything about kids?" She asked him, glancing over. She had to admit, it was a new side of Tristan to be so...caring.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 10, 2012 6:56:47 GMT -5
"Not a lot but I'm sure I'll figure it out," he said with a shrug.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 10, 2012 11:34:40 GMT -5
"Tristan what about your house. It's not...good for a little kid. And you can't get mad at him if he touches your guitars and stuff," Erin reminded him, a million things on her mind.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 10, 2012 13:16:06 GMT -5
"My house is fine for a little kid, he'll have his own space and stuff there. Erin, it'll be fine. Please stop making me think of everything that could fucking go wrong cause then I'll loose my nerve." When the care stopped in front of the police station his eyes widened at all the cameraa flashing. He looked over at Erin.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 10, 2012 13:19:42 GMT -5
Erin was just as dumbfounded as he was. "Nancy's accident....maybe they figured..." she parked the car and glanced at him. "Want me to go in there alone and get him ? I can go out through the back...you can pull the car up?"
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Post by tshamien on Jan 10, 2012 13:27:18 GMT -5
"No," he said and shook his head. "I'll go in and get him. Just be here okay?" he said to her and then grabbed the handle, opening the door. There was shouting and the camer flashes were bursting, but Tristan plowed through them and hurried up the steps into the police station.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 10, 2012 13:39:14 GMT -5
Erin cursed and got out of the car to clear the backseat.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 10, 2012 13:51:56 GMT -5
Tristan emerged a minute later with the five year old clinging to him for dear life, his hands curled into his father's shirt. He held the boy tightly. Tristan yelled at the photogs to get back and one got too close and hit him in the shoulder.
"Hey!" Tristan shouted. "Get back! You're fucking animals, can't you see how see scared he is!?" He grabbed the camera lens and shoved the guy back into the crowd before finally getting himself down the steps with Mikey still in his arms.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 10, 2012 14:02:40 GMT -5
"JESUS! TRISTAN!" Erin yelled, opening up the backseat door. "Don't ever ever assault a photographer!" she scolded at him, groaning because now she was going to have to do damage control.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 10, 2012 14:04:39 GMT -5
"Son of a bitch was right in the kid's face," He said angrily, getting Mikey into the car. He shut the door and then hurried around to the passenger side. Once Zippy was in he ordered her to "Drive!"
Mikey immediately buckled his seat and then looked at the girl sitting in the driver's seat. He wiped his nose.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 10, 2012 14:09:23 GMT -5
Erin immediately began to drive but pointed her finger at Tristan. "Calm down!" she ordered sternly. "Now. Here, drink this." she handed Tristan a Gatorade that was in her cup holder.
At a stop light, she glanced over her shoulder at Mikey, managing a smile. "Hey kiddo. I'm Erin. Are you hungry? Want some McDonalds?"
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