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Post by Shannon on Aug 19, 2009 1:13:30 GMT -5
I removed my hand, standing up with her. "I can drive you there if you'd like... as long as your parents don't mind of course." I had always feared shot gun-toting fathers. Parents in general made me nervous. I wasn't used to having friends nearby or having to meet parents. I used to spend most of my time alone.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 19, 2009 2:00:31 GMT -5
My eyes lit up when he mentioned a ride. I had never had the chance to ride with him before so it made me rather frivolous. “No I don’t mind and I’m equally sure my parents won’t either.” I smiled widely as I took his hand and more a less dragged him the front door. I had to stop there to put my shoes back on.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 19, 2009 2:06:32 GMT -5
I followed her, being careful not to trip over anything. I slipped on my black converse shoes and tied them quickly before grabbing the keys to my black Honda Civic. I led her out the door and locked it, being fiercely protective of my possessions. My car was in the car port at the bottom of the single flight of stairs that led up to my apartment. I stuck my keys in my pocket for the moment until I needed them again. |
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 19, 2009 2:15:59 GMT -5
I wasn’t sure how I had not noticed the very nice car sitting there before, it seemed so obvious to me now that it was right there in front of me. I had to try and keep my jaw from dropping; it’s all I could do to keep from looking like a moron. “Shannon this is a nice car are you sure you want me in it?” It was a dumb question but I was rather serious.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 19, 2009 2:20:13 GMT -5
I looked at her skeptically. "You're not diseased or anything. Besides, I'm not a car freak. I won it in a bet with Jase." I clicked the unlock button on the keys, unlocking all four doors. Honda Civics were pretty common and the only reason the car still looked brand new was because my perfectionist side required me to keep it clean. My apartment was the same way. Completely spotless except for my bedroom and studio. Those were the two areas that were required to be messy.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 19, 2009 19:44:39 GMT -5
I made no protest and when I hear the click of the lock I almost hopped into the car without opening the door I was so excited. Once inside I looked around taking it all in. It looked like a new car, like off the lot new. “Wow Shannon this is…immaculately clean.” I smiled warmly at him trying to make my comment seem nicer then it might have actually sounded.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 19, 2009 22:13:14 GMT -5
I nodded, sliding into the drivers seat and put the keys in the ignition. "My apartment's the same way. I like to keep most of my stuff extremely clean. Unless it's my bedroom or studio." I hit the down button on the volume a couple of times. "Grim Goodbye" was playing on the radio and I had left the volume pretty high the last time I drove somewhere.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 20, 2009 23:51:12 GMT -5
I nodded to let him know that I was listening and taking in what it was he had to say. It seemed like he was the same, but at the same time not. I wasn’t sure what it was, perhaps it was just me thinking to hard on that stupid folder that I had found.
I pushed the thoughts out of my head with another one, one that was less important but also less nerve racking. It was what exactly I was going to grab when I got to my house. I didn’t want to keep him waiting too long so I decided to think on it before we got to my house. “So Shannon you nervous about going to my house?” I nudged him lightly as I spoke.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 21, 2009 0:00:35 GMT -5
I transferred one hand from the steering wheel to the gearshift, switching to reverse and backing out of the car port. My apartment wasn't far from her house but the road we had to take was pretty unpopulated. I was driving fifty by the time we reached the road.
At the question she posed, I smile crookedly. "You know me too well. I'm terrified that your dad is going to murder me if he finds out what we're doing." I was terrified of parents. Probably because I feared my own father I feared just about anybody who could be a parental figure.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 24, 2009 6:47:50 GMT -5
I smiled warmly to try and melt a little of the fear off the top. I felt it best to leave out the little detail that my father was an officer. That would only worry him more. Chances were he was at work and wouldn’t be around anyway. “I’m sure I can keep a secret and I doubt my parents suddenly developed ESP.” The idea made me laugh a little. “Besides Shannon what not to love about you?”
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Post by Shannon on Aug 24, 2009 18:12:29 GMT -5
I shook my head at her question. "Umm... I don't know. I paint my nails black occasionally, I have a thing for motorcycles, I hang out at night clubs- sometimes illegally, my brother is obsessed with body modification and I haven't had any real parental supervision for three years. I have no idea why they might not like me." I grinned charmingly even thought every reason I had just rattled off was true. "And I sincerely hope they're not clairvoyant." My grin turned devilish. "Because if they are, you might just have to stay with me until the paint wears off which is about... two weeks." I shot her a dangerous look, hoping she wouldn't smack me in the back of the head for that comment.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 24, 2009 23:32:38 GMT -5
I couldn’t think of anything to say to his seemingly long list of why parents would hate him. I was sure my mom wouldn’t matter but my dad was something else all together. I had no time to really worry about that for long. All of a sudden the subject had changed. I was sure he was kidding, but it still felt personal to me. “Would you be willing to put up with me for that long?”
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Post by Shannon on Aug 24, 2009 23:44:11 GMT -5
My hand tightened reflexively on the gearshift. "I would actually. Coming home every day to an empty apartment is difficult. It doesn't even make sense to call it coming home really because it doesn't feel like home. Not yet. It's too empty for that." The hallways were always empty, the apartment always quiet. The light that filtered through the windows seemed cold and gloomy. I had no personal attachment to it. I liked my apartment but it didn't feel quite like the haven I wanted it to be. I wanted to feel like I could rest there, not be reminded of how alone I am.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 24, 2009 23:57:48 GMT -5
I leaned in a little towards him. “So then would it be to much to ask if maybe…” Thinking about it was one thing but saying it was another thing all together and I realized that after I had gotten most of it out. “Umm never mind.” I looked to the window contemplating weather or not to smash my head into it or just throw myself out for not having any guts with the one person that really mattered to me that was not in my family.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 25, 2009 0:02:26 GMT -5
I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, still keeping the majority of my gaze on the road. My eyes flickered back out in front of me. "I wouldn't mind, you know. As long as your dad doesn't come after me with a dangerous object, I'm sure it would be good for the both of us. You could always bring up the independence argument if your parents are against it." I wasn't totally sure I was on the right train of thought but I hoped I was.
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