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Post by bambi evans on Aug 18, 2007 16:56:09 GMT -5
ha. now who had won? she smirked, then laughed when her squeezed her. she nodded when he let her go. she grabbed one more skittle before she handed them over.
she laughed. "I knew it. You want food dont you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "Just admit it." she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. She actually was getting a bit hungry herself. "Where do you want to go?" she asked, yawning. she looked up at the sky, sighing. if only the day were nicer than it was.
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Post by Oli Racer on Aug 18, 2007 17:04:22 GMT -5
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[/color][/CENTER] He took the bag gratefully, pouring out about six skittles. He dropped them all into his mouth at one time, and began to chew. Once most of it was down, he answered her question. "I am ABSOLUTELY starving," he admitted. "I'm a fatty. Fatties need food," was his defense. He wasn't fat; he merely lacked the build most of the guys from Bentley had. He might have a six-pack, but it was covered in a cushiony layer of pudge. It just made him that much more comfy to lay on. He wasn't self concious about it in the least, so everyone was happy.
"Well, since I think I only have about five dollars in my name right about now, I'd say McDonald's is our best bet," he bared his bottom teeth and moved his eyes to the right. Being the priveleged child that he was, he should have more money, but he had just purchased a new guitar, and Mommy hadn't put any more money in his bank account yet. "Unless, like, you just want to get rid of me, and then I can just skate to the dorms and sulk by myself and eat five pints of cherry garcia from ben and jerry's." he smiled sweetly.
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Post by bambi evans on Aug 18, 2007 20:58:24 GMT -5
haha. told you she was phsycic. she rolled her eyes, but nodded. "okay, okay...we'll go eat. But you ARENT fat." she said, looking him up and down and shaking her head. no. he was deffinently far from fat.
she made a face. she didnt like McDonalds. "Ew. Ill bring you...you eat. Im not eating that crap." she said, shaking her head quickly. she started walking towards the exit, listening as he spoke again. she stopped, turning to look at him. "If your going to go eat Cherry Garcia, your not going alone." she said, watching him.
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Post by Oli Racer on Aug 20, 2007 9:29:31 GMT -5
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[/color][/CENTER] "I am fat, silly," he pulled up his shirt, and grabbed the skin of his stomach between his fingers. "You know itt. That's why you like layin yo' head on me soo much." he giggled, then wrinkled his nose. Soon after, he scratched the tip. Didn't it mean someone was talking about you if your nose itches? He thought so, but could be wrong. Let them talk their shit.
"I wasn't kidding about the Cherry Garcia. We could just go have a movie night, if you want. You, me, Ben, and Jerry," he smirked. "Haha, no, but we could. And you can invite all of your little friends," he grinned. He'd love to have a dorm full of girls.. Or just a dorm full of Bambi. She was entertaining enough. Now that he thought about it, he was hoping she went for the idea, and didn't invite her friends.
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Post by bambi evans on Aug 20, 2007 14:22:08 GMT -5
she laughed, watching as he pinched what was no doubt skin, not fat. she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Okay. Whatever you say." she said, not bothering to fight with him anymore about the fact of whether he was fat or not. They did this at least twice a week, and it always ended up with Bambi throwing in the white flag.
Her eyes lit up at the thought of the amazing ice cream. She listened as he spoke, and she bit her lip. When he was done, she took an extra few seconds to think. "all my little friends? Eh. I dont feel like sharing." she said, referring to both the ice cream and Oli. she stopped to think again, then spoke. "Butttt...I want to watch a scary movie." she said, nodding.
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Post by Oli Racer on Aug 20, 2007 18:14:26 GMT -5
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[/color][/CENTER] He grinned, knowing he had won this battle, at least. Sure, he knew he wasn't fat. But still he didn't have the washboard abs the other guys here had. Seriously, he hated the way they looked anyways. They were a major TURN OFF for him. Only a certain type of guy caught his attention; he was picky. That's why he mostly stuck to girls.
Another small, almost shy, smile turned his lips up when she agreed to come over. And she didn't want to share. Somehow, the thought of her not wanting to share him instead of the ice cream crossed his mind. His mind wandered down the gutter for a minute, and he quickly corrected himself. He didn't really WANT to think of Bambi like that. She seemed kind of innocent. It might just be the fact she was named for a baby deer, or it might just be her face.
"A scary movie it is!" he said. He had a large collection of scary movies at his dorm, as she well knew. At least forty. "Wanna go now?" he questioned. He'd have to stop by and get his bookbag from the locker.[/color] [/blockquote]
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Post by bambi evans on Aug 20, 2007 18:47:45 GMT -5
yet again, bambi had herself feeling awkward. She did this kind of thing with Oli all the time. why then, did she feel so awkward about it this time? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she had said that she didnt want to share, and she hadnt just meant the ice cream. But. He WAS her Oli. And she didnt have to share him if she didnt want to, did she?
she knew that he had a shit load of scary movies, half if which she hadnt seen, the other half she had seen a thousand times. she smiled when he agreed with her, and she stood up. "Yeah. I guess." she looked around, a confused look on her face. "Oli. wheres your bag?" she knew that he ALWAYS carried that bag around with him. it was filled with all kinds of shit. she looked up at him, after she determined that the bag was nowhere in site.
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Post by Oli Racer on Aug 20, 2007 23:01:05 GMT -5
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He watched confusion fly across her face. "Oh, my bag. They made some new fucking rule where you HAVE to put all large bags in a locker while you're riding go-karts. You can't leave them at the front anymore. They caught an employee stealing shit while people were on rides." he rolled his eyes as he started towards the building, holding the door open for her before passing through it himself. Chivalry wasn't completely lost on him, no matter how uncharacteristic it seemed.
He turned left, entering a room with a bunch of metal lockers. After searching all of his pockets, he finally found a key to open his locker. With a little bit of tugging, he retrieved the bag. "Goddamn, this is heavy," Oli said as he heaved it onto his back. He needed to clean it out badly. "Ready to go, sweetcheeks?"
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Post by Halley Mitchell on Aug 20, 2007 23:15:55 GMT -5
she wrinkled her nose, rolling her eyes. "Thats retarded." she said, more for Oli's sake than anything. She couldnt care less really, but it did seem kinda dumb. And, why the hell did they hire people that stole shit? that was the damn retarded part. she shrugged, following him into the locker room.
she watched as he had to yank on the bag a few times, then struggled with the weight of it. "fuck, Oli, how much shit you have in there?" she asked, resisting the urge to laugh. She raised an eyebrow at the name he called her, but chose not to respond, instead, she nodded, walking ahead of him towards the parking lot. She found her car parked towards the front, (thankfully), and hit the unlock button, sliding into the drivers seat. she started the car, watching Oli and waiting for him to get in.
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Post by Chris Brody on Aug 21, 2007 10:56:21 GMT -5
He ignored her question for a few minutes, trying not to fall over from his back pack. "There's a whole lot of shit in here," he replied plainly. He straightened out his sleeve, having scrunched it up under one of his bookback straps. He really didn't need half the shit in there.
Oli hurried after her, the weight on his back causing him to lean forward a little. "You're so sensitive," he whined. He recognised her car easily, and waited for her to unlock the door before taking off his bag and putting it in the floorboard. With a slight 'ooompf', he climbed into the seat. "Let's go all ready. Goddd," he looked at her, widening his eyes.
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