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Post by Arya Carso on Aug 21, 2007 18:06:18 GMT -5
Isn't Something MiSSiNG? ____
Arya pressed her lips together tightly when he tickled her cheek and neck with his nose. Her hand that was on his cheek moved down so it was on his shoulder, her fingers pressing lightly on his shirt. She smiled at him lightly when he withdrew again. Glancing at Mally, she withdrew a little to, keeping one hand on his shoulder.
When Logan crawled over to Mally, she didn't want to seem lika a jerk so she kept her words to herself. She had to remember that Logan was Mally's best friend--no matter how much she hated it. And, of course, she had to respect that. She pulled her legs up again. She poked at the ice cream carton, not feeling very hungry anymore.
Arya wanted to hear what he was whispering but didn't strain or anything. She reminded herself once again that they were best friends--even if Arya was with Logan. She pursed her lips, slightly, still carressing the ice cream carton with her fingers.
She watched at the boy scooted back towards her, his eyes watching her carefully. She lips curled to a small smile as she watched him. When his hand came up and touched her skin, goosebumps ran up her arm, making Arya shiver slightly.[/color] [[Okay, this is probably one of the worst posts I've ever seen. -.-
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Post by Malachy [MALLY] Jones on Aug 21, 2007 22:15:08 GMT -5
There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know howMore PDA ensued, and Mally got that feeling in her heart, the one where it felt like it had been ripped out and there was just a sort of floating void. She shifted slightly, the only outward sign of her discomfort. She had no sooner been ever so valiant in her attempt to let them be together, than Logan completely misinterpreted her kind gesture, detaching himself from Arya’s grasp and moving over to her. A small part of Mally was happy that he did care for her in some way, even if it wasn’t necessairily the way she wanted. It was better than nothing, so she kept her mouth shut and smiled.
”You didn’t do anything you dork, she admonished him as he whined, thumping him lightly on the top of the head. ”I was trying to let you and Arya have your little moment.” She almost winced as the words trailed out, she failed at keeping a slight hint of contempt from tainting the last words of the phrase. If there was anyone that could make her loose a grip on her otherwise tightly controlled emotions, it was Logan. He complimented her hair and she rolled her eyes, flipping a strand over her shoulder. ”Yes, I know.” she said, mimicing the concieted tone of many girls at Bentley (one of which, in her own opinion, was sitting just across the room). She was not surprised to glance down to find him looking over his shoulder at Arya. Logan was always loyal to his friends, and Mally loved him for it. It was fitting in to the friend category that she didn’t love. Ah, well. Life was life, what could you do?
She supposed the slightly unconvincing tone of her voice when she admonished him (darn those pesky emotions!) was enough to make him worry, because he was worried enough about her being angry to invoke his nickname for her. He was, of course, the only person in the whole world who was allowed to use that name. She chuckled softly, rolling her eyes again. ”I’ll take you up on that, but I’m not mad. Really. “ She forced some extra sincerity into the words. As they slipped from her mouth she felt rather triumphant, that was far more convincing. In fact, it even sounded heartfelt. She wasn’t, of course, mad at him. More like at the situation in general.
He gave her a slightly pitiful look, reaching up to smooth her hair from when he had completely wrecked it earlier. She giggled slightly, shaking her head as his hand withdrew, moving her own slim fingers up to fix it. Lord only knew what he had done to it, after all. Logan’s definition of fixed was never necessairily the same as anyone elses. She didn’t miss the slightly disgruntled body language Arya was conveying, and apparently neither did Logan. He scooted over to sit by her, and Mally felt the all-too-familiar pang that went with the renewed confirmation of position in the ‘just a friend’ category.
She could see in the way he was looking at Arya that he really did like her, maybe even love (not that she was letting herself consider that conciously). It hurt, but she expected it. After all, everybody loved Logan and with good reason. She was used to watching him with his girlfriends. They just didn’t usually irk her as much as Arya did. Besides, it was never really any less painful. She shifted, slightly uncomfortable, as they gave each other the sickeningly sweet, adoring little smiles and glances that were so common among couples. She drew her knees up to her chest, still tugging at the pages of her script absentmindedly. The smile on her face was relatively fake at this point, but you couldn’t tell. It was another specialty. Besides, she didn’t want Logan to think she was mad. He should be happy. Or something like that, right? [ew..its totally ucky.Sorry >>]
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Post by Logan Miller on Aug 23, 2007 10:58:02 GMT -5
All in all it's just another day now, you're falling down what you gonna do
As Mally chastised him about his idiocy, he gave a sheepish smile, "Oh, well...I thought you were mad, besides, you shouldn't have to hang out by yourself, that's not nice." He nodded profusely as blond hair flapped about his face in dull waves. When he spoke of her hair, and she commented back, he practically snorted at her tone before saying, "Told you Barbie Girl was the perfect song." Sticking his tongue out at her as he did so. As she spoke of his offer brows furrowed slightly, poking her in the forearm with a finger and saying, "well, if your not mad then your sad. What's the matter?" True, he wasn't exactly smart - but he knew his friend for a while, so he would obviously pick up on her habits, even if he didn't realize the reason behind them.
As he went to sit back by Arya, he puled at her arm, moving her hand so it was in front of his face, fingers moved to seperate hers as he seemed to examine the size of her hand, measuring his up against her own he managed to whisper out, "teeny girl." A small smile donning his features as he did so. Fingers moved to interlace around hers as he frowned at Mally who was flipped rather harshly through her script. "Mally, want help practicing?" He asked, head tilted to the side as he did so, when he realized the position he bent down to brush his lips across the tips of Arya's fingertips.
Lips formed a pout as he withdrew, he was one of those people who needed everyone to be happy, entertained, which may have been why he was so prone to jumping off large buildings and other such things which provoked serious injury. Palm tapped against his jeans as he procrastinated. He had been planning to do something for a bit, and he finally sucked up enough courage where he planned to say it right now. But he didn't know if he should do something like that in front of Mally, as he didn't want to break any more best friend rules.
Biting at his lip, he grabbed a form that was supposed to be for some kind of chess club, along with a stray pen embellished with the schools name in bold letters which littered the side of the bright green plastic. Grabbing the cap of with his teeth, despite whose hands the thing could have been in, he scrawled in his messy hand a message on the back of the white sheet;
Tossing it up behing his shoulder so the folded paper resided in her lap, he looked over his shoulder at her - of course, he planned to actual ask her rather than scrawl out a messy note, but it was the thought that counting, right? He even drew a lopsided heart, that had to count for something. Besides, she seemed like the girl who would maybe sorta not mind all that much. Eyes swiveled back around, he really didn't want to watch in case she made a disgusted face or something. That would not be good. Instead his eyes swayed to Mally, he felt bad - maybe because whenever he had a girlfriend she seemed to support him, but she rarely had anyone and she never seemed all that happy - besides, he could never ever be nice to her boyfriends like she was to his dates, he always felt like punching them in the face, which of course, not all that wise. Of course, that's what big brothers do...right?
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Post by Arya Carso on Aug 23, 2007 17:37:09 GMT -5
Isn't Something MiSSiNG? ____
Arya ran her hand through her hair as she watched the two of them quietly discussing something. She tried not to look too interested, though she was. She sighed silently, pursing her lips. Her fingers trailed through her blonde hair again, pulling on the blue and pink strands. Arya glanced around her eyes darting from Mally to Logan to the door. Then back to Logan. She could still here thir quiet murmurs and it somewhat aggitated her--as if they were keeping secrets from her.
Her lips parted to a wordless laugh and she moved a little so she was leaning against him, watching as he played with her hand, a smile almost painted lightly on her face, her eyes watching every movement his hand made. When he spoke to Mally, she seemed to snap back, as if she had been day dreaming. She shook her head conciously, and listened to what he said. Help practicing? Help Mally practice what? Only then did Arya notice the script in her hands. She shivered, glancing down when she felt lips touch her fingers.
Arya watched as Logan wrote something on a piece of paper, though she couldn't make out the words. She shrugged, thinking it was a note for Mally. Probably to lift her mood, since she seemed like she was... well, extremely gloomy. But, when it landed in her lap, she raised an eyebrow, unfolding the paper slowly.
She was tempted to read it aloud but thought better, reading it silently to herself. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes lit up. She threw her arms around Logan's neck, kissing him on the lips. Arya's heart thudded in her chest--he asked her out! She grinned at him when she withdrew, giving him another quick peck on the lips.[/color]
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Post by Malachy [MALLY] Jones on Aug 23, 2007 19:17:15 GMT -5
There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how
Mally sighed, shaking her head with a faux-woeful expression. ”Really Logan, you ought to worry more about her, then about me. Wouldn’t do for her to get bored and leave now would it?” she pointed out, while simultaneously wishing she could swallow the words again. There she went, encouraging him. Twining a strand of bright red hair around her finger, she tugged at it, noting the odd contrast between her pale skin and the vibrant color. Maybe that was the problem, maybe she was ugly. She glanced at the girl across from her, noting her skinniness and looked down at her arm. Maybe she was fat. Shaking it off, she mentally berated herself. She was NOT going to do this, she would not get silly and crazy and self-loathing. She was happy with her looks, hadn’t she just chosen this hair color the other day? Returning from her daydream, Mally grinned at his worried look, rolling her eyes again. It was a default response, nice and generic. Safe, one might say. “I’m not sad either Logan, really.” She insisted, making every effort to be sincere. She didn’t realize that in the midst of her wallowing, she completely forgot to respond to his Barbie Girl comment. Whoops.
She focused on her script, turning the pages but not seeing the words. Her mind glazed over the lines, not taking anything in. She was too busy concentrating all her effort on not noticing the couple across from her as they got sickeningly romantic the more time she sat there. She glanced up at the door,then back at the script in her hands. She was just about to get up and run away (figuratively speaking of course. She would walk), when Logan’s voiced reached her ears and she looked up. ”Nah, its all good. I’ve got in under control.” she said, flapping a hand dismissively. In a lighter tone she added, ”But thanks for offering.” It helped, a very little bit, to know that she would still have her friend even if there wouldn’t be anything more.
She concentrated on the script again as Logan took to scribbling something on a piece of paper. Wondering what he coud be doing, she watched from the corner of her eye as Arya received the note. Logan looked over at her with a sort of odd expression, like he was considering something. He looked oddly thoughtful, and Mally met his gaze slightly confused. What could he possibly have been thinking about? He looked almost..sorry for her. Good lord, what was going on in that boy’s mind? Scratch that, it was Logan. Chances were, she didn’t want to know. Probably wouldn’t make sense even if she did.She offered a bright smile, hoping it was convincing. She knew it was. It always was. Arya had found the note, in the meantime, and was starting to read it. Arya’s face lit up, and she kissed Logan full on the lips. It almost made Mally physically ill to see. Obviously something fantastic had happened. Something that would undoubtedly make her miserable. Wonderful. They were probably making plans to go make out in the janitor’s closet if Mally didn’t leave soon. It would be just like Logan to do something like that, too. Allowing a scowl to cross her face momentarily, she looked up, quickly replacing the black look with a bemused grin. One eyebrow raised slightly, as though she was nonchalantly, wordlessly inquiring as to what the hell was going on. Of course, at the same time, she was fervently hoping someone would call and she would have to rush away with the utmost haste.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 3, 2008 20:47:00 GMT -5
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