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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ a lazy summer afternoon seemed like the perfect opportunity for alyssa to drag her best friend to the tv room in the mansion; it seemed like an even better idea to play new moon as their movie of choice, having missed the chance to see it in theaters because of final exams and graduation.

she keeps quiet, too enthralled in the thought that tony had actually agreed to sit down and watch it with her... up until they get fifteen minutes into the movie, that is. shifts slightly in her position against tony, a disgruntled look appearing on her face. ]

This movie is nothing like the book!

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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

No, I think your dad should inherit them, in memory of his only son's one true love.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ hums in agreement. ]

Do you want my PSP then?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

But I don't know how to use it.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I think smelly has one too. You can ask him.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ moves one arm from around him, using a few fingers to pinch his arm. hard. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ flinches. ]

Ow!

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ beams up at him. ]

What was that? You'll teach me when we get back home? Oh, how can I ever thank you!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ rubs at his arm. ]

But I'm dead. I promise I'll be with you in spirit when you go ask him.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ just socks him in the shoulder before rolling off of him, not gracing him with a proper reply. ]

1/2

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ yelps again, not bothering to even try to sound dignified in his pain. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ sits up after a while, rubbing his shoulder gingerly. ]

There's nothing wrong about asking for help.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ lays there on the floor for a good moment or two, not moving an inch. instead of inflicting physical pain she sits up after a bout of silence fills the air, slowly crawling towards him on all fours. ]

No~?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ... slowly starts scooting back, his self-preservation instincts ringing on full volume. ]

. . . No. Probably.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ keeps on going, though she pauses briefly for effect when speaking. ]

Then I need you to help me with something. Something very important.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ & keeps moving backwards, getting onto one foot to bolt if necessary. ]

I need to go to the bathroom.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ eventually crawls on up to him, not making any sudden movements just yet. ]

Huh~? But you're supposed to help me when I need it the most, darling.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ reached the wall by now & is using that as leverage to upright himself more fully. ]

I'll help you when I get back, honey.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ sits up on her knees, tugging on the waistline of his pants. ]

How about I go with you?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Emergency. Bye.

[ immediately gets to his feet & starts for the door. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Oh no you don't!

[ leaps at him, wrapping her arms around his waist to keep him in place. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ freezes. then starts trying to drag himself away. ]

But. Emergency!

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ keeps on clinging. ]

Don't you lie to your girlfriend!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ keeps on struggling. ]

I'm telling the truth. Cross my heart, hope to die.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Then you'll help me get undressed when you get back? Cross your heart, hope that my daddy doesn't find you hiding somewhere?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ just. stares down at her, his next words coming out with his next exhale. ]

. . . why is that necessary?