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[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ double-checks that everything in the house is straightened and in its proper place, despite having cleaned everything earlier that morning. a few peeks up the stairs towards her brother's room is the only other movement she makes besides nudging things here and there, taking a seat on the edge of a chair when she realizes that it probably won't be very long now. is quite aware (was made aware) that her brother had tricked anthony into thinking they were going to meet at twelve instead of twelve-thirty, but still can't help but glance outside the front window every few minutes to make sure that she would be there when he arrived. ]

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[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ jokingly flips her hair a little bit, deciding to flop down on one of the other chairs this time. ]

'Course. I'm awesome, after all.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ takes a sip of his sprite. stares down at him with a slightly confused expression. checks the can design just in case. looks up at michael. ]

Did you get me an expired sprite?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, reaching over to take the can and observe it. finding the expiration date he shakes his head, handing it back over. ]

It seems as if it is perfectly fine.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ scrunches his nose a little, then shrugs. takes a bigger gulp. ]

Okay. Thanks.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ nods, taking his seat next to anthony again, switching out the juice with his bottled water. ]

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ looks back and forth between them, and their drinks. sighs a little. ]

Goddamn, I take it back. You guys are perfect for one another.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

We're the modern Romeo and Juliet. Minus the feuding, death, and Shakespeare English.

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

Sounds romantic. [ takes a drink of her beer, slumping back comfortably in her seat. ] So! Got a real significant other, chicken boy?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ glances down at his drink briefly. ]

That's a facebook spoiler.

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

Aw, c'mon, big sis wants to know. You've gotta have at least a crush or two.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ rolls his eyes upward toward the ceiling in mock thought. ]

I think I used to crush on my highschool teacher.

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

Highschool teacher, huh. Did you confess to him after school like in those cheesy Asian romance films?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Nah, he was married. I didn't want to get him fired and divorced.

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

Smart decision. Was he hot?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

In the taken sort of way.

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

Meh, married men always seem hotter than they really are, anyway. 'Cause you can't have them and all that. [ tilts her head towards jeremy. ] What about you, blondie? You're a stalker, so I expect you to have a shrine somewhere in your closet of someone special.

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

Nah, no one special yet. I do have the altar built. Just need to find the subject.

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

Hmph. How boring.

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

Hey! You can't rush true, stalker love.

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

You can just find someone new later, y'know.

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I guess. But I don't want to have to reuse the altar, you know? It's kinda disrespectful.

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

Whatever, you should just stalk me instead. I won't mind.

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

Can't really stalk a willing participant. I have a building album for you though, don't worry.

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ small fistpump. ]

Y'got my good side, right?

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ thumbs up. ]

Always.