Getse’s Comments (group member since Dec 25, 2009)

Getse’s comments from the Yes, I know...Another RP Group? Of Course! group.

Matt turned his head to the window, smiling when he saw Brooke dancing with a hairbrush.

Chris narrowed his eyes, glaring at him, grabbing his arm and pinning him to the wall, "She didn't cheat on me," he snapped, "Don't go near her."

Matt raised the volume on his ipod, laying down on his side, closing his eyes.

Chris rolled his eyes, stifling a laugh at his arm, "She's not my girlfriend," he snapped back, standing up, "And are you sure you're a real man?" he asked, glaring slightly.

Chris narrowed his eyes slightly, "What the hell do you want?" he asked, taking the earbuds off his ear, sitting up.
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Matt laid down on his bed, turning his ipod on and staring at the ceiling.

Matt smiled back at her and went inside his house, up to his room.
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((haha, of course. it wouldn't be an rp without it ;D))Chris didn't hear the door open or the knock because of his ipod and put the pillow down, staring at the ceiling.

Matt nodded, "'Kay. Call me..." he murmured, walking towards his house.

Chris turned his ipod on, raising the volume as high as it could go and shut his eyes, putting a pillow over his head.

Matt nodded, standing up, "'Kay. Want me to walk you home...?" he asked, helping her up.
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Chris licked his lip where it was bleeding and took off the bandage, throwing it into a trash can, laying down on his bed.

"Hypocrite. Never talking to her again..." he muttered, shaking his head, kind of pissed off, walking into his house.

Chris looked straight, walking to his house, refusing to look back. "Yeah, and I freaking dumped her," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

Chris looked away from her, hurt in his eyes and nodded. He bit his lip hard, making it bleed slightly, "See you...maybe," he whispered, walking out of her house.

Chris clenched his fist, making it hurt, and stood in the stood in the doorway, "God, Jasmine! Shut the fuck up. I didn't freaking leave you and I'm not doing it now. I told you to just call me. Is that so fucking hard to do? No."

Chris rolled his eyes when he heard and followed her outside, "I told you I didn't frigging leave you. Stop saying that," he said, walking back inside.

Chris winced slightly when she cleaned it and stretched his fingers when she was done. "I look stupid with the bandage on..." he muttered to himself, planning to take it off when he left, "Thanks anyway..." he said, smiling weakly, walking to the door.

Chris sighed, "No. Just let it bleed. I don't care," he said, shrugging, "Maybe I'll bleed to death..." he whispered quietly to himself.

Chris rolled his eyes, "I didn't dump you...I just said to call me when you stop acting crazy," he said, looking away, "Who cares if I'm bleeding? It's just a little blood."

Chris bit his lip, pulling his hand back, "It's nothing," he muttered, looking away, "What's up?" he asked, nonchalantly.

"No shit," he muttered, rolling his eyes, "Uh, yeah?" he asked, holding his hand behind him.

"What?!" he said, standing up, not noticing he sat on her foot. He sighed, "Perfect timing," he muttered, walking away, shaking his hand a little because it was bleeding.