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R. L. Gallagher & Whitnee
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Whitnee
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Jul 15, 2014 05:07PM
(Good! I have found a show that I am totally addicted too.)
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(Witches of east end. I'm obsessed. )
(Haven't seen it. Is it on Netflix?)
(It is! And that's where I am watching it. So what's up?)
(Working on this damn Phoenix trip thing as well as finals stuff. You?)
(Watching my show and thinking about finishing my reply to you…)
(Just thinking about it lol? Nah, don't worry about it. Just enjoy your show :))
(Pshhh yeah right. I am still writing a reply.)
(Weeeee is correct. ;) )Jaxon looked up from what he was doing, his hands shaking ever so slightly. That's just one of the things that flawed him the most. He was a shaker. Always took a while. But at least he was good at what he was doing. His blue eyes lingered over the girl. She was in his group for the mission. And he had definitely seen her around with some of the other students. But he wasn't much of a social butterfly and he had no idea what her name was. Hell. He didn't know three fourths of the names of the students that went to the school. He was just this awkward ball and he didn't expect people to know who he was either. "Hi." He mumbled, his eyes flickering down to the weapon in his hands. He thought he was going to be alone. Guess he was wrong.
"As dumb as it sounds, I'm not going to hold you back from being around her. So if you desire it… I'm not going to stop you. I know I was a nasty bitch about it before…" Kieera just took a deep breath. No more arguing or fighting over this. God, Kieera knew she wasn't even worth fighting about. Monroe wasn't. He could do whatever he wanted. He had his own choices to make. How could she throw their friendship and even more so their relationship on the line? She still needed to get to know Ace more though. It was a lot more than making out and stuff.
Gewls sat there for a moment, before moving towards the edge of the bed to sit next to him. God, he made her crazy… crazy in love with him. But she just couldn't do this to him. Place him back into a relationship with someone who wasn't even sure what would happen to herself. She reached over and took his hand in hers. "I love you Jack, I really do. So much, it's hard… and this makes things ten times harder than it probably would be if we were married. We are just teenagers… and I just… I feel it's best that we just stay separated for now." She knew she wasn't making a rash decision. She wasn't positive she was pregnant. There was one pregnancy test marking for positive. But she still needed to go take a couple more. And even see a doctor.
At this point though… she felt like she was pregnant. She had all the symptoms. And she wanted to just keep Jack safe. He wouldn't understand why she felt this way, but hopefully one day, he would. "We are teenagers… we gotta figure out what we are even going to do… and I'm not going to be in a relationship. Even if I really want to be. I have to keep my head on and thing clearly.
Monroe hadn't even expected to get a reply out of the busy-looking student, so when she did her head popped up from the knife in her hand to look back over at him. She always seemed to take other greetings as permission to start a conversation, so no matter how busy either of them might be, she didn't shy away from talking to him. "Are fire arms your weapon of choice?" She asked slowly, walking over to the edge of another work desk as she carried a bottle of oil and a sharpener with her along with the knife. Ace let out a deep sigh as his lips turned up into a half smile, shaking his head lightly at her. "I'm not ditching you for her. End of discussion." He gave her another smile before he straightened himself up, looking over her into the dorm to see how Jack was dealing with his current situation. "You know what I've been craving lately?" he murmured with a devious grin down at her. "Pizza." He wanted so badly to believe that things were okay, that things could go back to being perfectly okay and to the way they were, but he wasn't even sure if Kieera was still mad at him or not.
Jack felt speechless. His voice felt stuck in his throat, and his hand felt too numb to even acknowledge her fingers wrapping around his. He felt like fire and ice were dancing inside his gut, twisting and turning in a havoc of emotion. He knew this feeling. He remembered sitting in an uncomfortable chair in his doctor's office with a pile of charts staring at him like death certificates.
"Don't I get a say?" he demanded, suddenly furious as he pushed himself off the bed, staring down at her. "This relationship isn't just all you, Gewls. That child is half me. Why won't you let me have a say in what I want to do with my own future, if I want it to involve you and - especially my kid." He swallowed again, his voice catching in his throat. He knew this was a bad decision to come here.
Jaxon blinked, she was making small talk? Who was this girl? And where did she even come from? Nobody talked to him and it was most likely because he didn't say much himself. "Umm… I guess you could say so. Though I know that other weapons could be more useful in different situations." He focused more on the structor of guns. But he worked with everything. "What about you? Are knives your area of expertise?" Maybe she knew something he didn't and she would be willing to teach him a thing or two? Who knew? There were plenty of things that you could learn whole attending Harvey. And some different weapon techniques couldn't possibly hurt. Kieera glanced behind her before back at Ace. They needed to get out of there as soon as possible. She wasn't going to play games and pretend things were going fabulously for the other couple. "That sounds lovely. Pizza is yummy." She was also super hungry and some could say it had something to do with the fact that she hadn't been eating in days. Thanks to her over analyzing a situation that didn't even need to be looked over the way if was. Something overthinking only bruised an ego, rather than making things feel better.
Gewls felt her heart hammering in her chest. She didn't want him involved?! Why did he want to be so badly? She pushed herself up off of her bed and stared at him, trying to figure out what to say. She was an intelligent girl, but this… situation, made her feel irrational. "I don't want you involved. Get out." She pointed to the door. "Just be the stupid deadbeat dad other regular teenagers have to deal with rather than the perfect boyfriend girls crave for! Better yet, go find yourself the perfect girlfriend to match it. I am most definitely not her. And I don't want to be made into one either. So go, run along."
(I HAVE BEEN SITTING HERE REFRESHING THIS DAMN WEBSITE FOR THREE HOURS TRYING TO GET IT TO WORK GODDAMMIT i'm sorry i haven't replied yet i'm working on it)
(Yeah, I tried the same thing when I got up at noon. But I eventually gave up. It's okay by the way.)
(Oh my God I just gave the worst speech of my life)
( I just wanted to let you know that I freaking miss you so dang much! And the last couple days have been super sucky without ya.)
(I've missed you too!!! I'm so sorry I've been so inactive lately. I've got finals next week so I have had a million things due recently ugh I hate college)
(Oh I understand completely. I really do.)
(I'll post a reply for you right now, don't worry!)
Monroe felt herself chuckle darkly as her eyes fluttered up to the boy across the room, honestly surprised that he was willing to continue the conversation. "I wouldn't say that, no," she admitted honestly before her attention flickered back down to the metal object in her hands. "But I need the practice." As she began sharpening the life slowly and carefully, she tried to pinpoint his name, remember what she'd heard during the mission, but she simply couldn't get her mind to remember anything that didn't have to do with the mission itself. "Remind me your name again?" she requested with a raised brow, though her eyes remained locked on her current activity. Ace's face lit up excitedly as he pushed himself off the wall, stealing another glance into the room where Jack and Gewls were... well, it looked like they were fighting, and he really didn't want to get into the middle of it, let alone listen in on it. "Let's get going then, shall we?" he said in a mock English accent, flashing her a smile before he started down the corridor.
Jack shook his head, catching sight of Ace and Kieera out of the corner of his eye before he looked back at Gewls. He was suddenly incredibly jealous of their so simple relationship; his was suddenly so complicated. "How am I not doing enough for you?!" he nearly shouted back, taking a step over to shut the door so the neighboring dorms wouldn't have to hear every little detail of their fight. "You can't honestly stand there and tell me that you want me to just walk away, to let you handle this huge decision on your own! That's bullshit, Gewls, and you know it." He let out a deep breath, lowering his voice again as he insisted, "Let me be the boyfriend that you need, Gewls. I want that for you, for us." He couldn't help the way his eyes drifted down to her stomach when he said us, but he quickly met hers again before he felt himself staring too long as if there would already be a bump.
(Dude, I think something is wrong with me.)
(What do you think is wrong with you???)
(I don't know. I think I might be sick or something.)
(What kind of sick? Believe, I know illnesses. I'm the most sickly child you'll ever meet. If I don't get sick once a month I start to worry something might be wrong with me.)
(Okay, so this past week I have woken up everyday with sore muscles in my neck, head, and back. Then last night I woke up and I was freezing cold even though I had a blanket on me! So I slept under like a thousands blankets and I was still cold. Then I had this extreme thirst for water. So now, I am burning up, my head hurts, my throat is sore. And I feel like yet again, I was hit by a car.)
(Fever symptoms, darling. Definitely a fever. As for the sore throat: are you coughing, or is it just painful to swallow?)
(I was coughing. This sucks because I don't believe in being sick.)
(I was going to say strep, but since you're coughing, I'm not so sure... But with the fever, strep is definitely a possibility. I prescribe your favorite pain killer (aspirin, ibuprofen, etc.) and lots of hot tea and soup. If it starts to hurt swallow, my suggestion would be to go see a doctor to get a strep test. Secondly, you don't believe in it?)
(Thank you Dr. Rose. Yeah, I don't ever get sick because I don't want too.)
(You're welcome :) I wish it worked the same way for me. I always seem to get sick when I need it not to happen)
(:/ I just say it's a mental thing. Then while everyone else is dying I'm like… haha suckers! Ya think Karma would slap me around a bit. Guess that's why I am dying right now.)
(It's okay!! Just follow my advice and you'll be feeling better soon. But don't push yourself today otherwise it'll only get worse. You need to coddle the fever to make it go away)
(I need to feel better before five. I work tonight. So… I've been laying in my bed. I went downstairs earlier and made some toast so I could have something in my stomach when I took my ibuprofen.Anyways… I shall reply soon. Lots of intense stuff is going down.)
(Please feel better soon! I don't want you feeling like crap. That makes me sad :( friend needs to get better)
(I shall work towards it. I just wish that I didn't have to work the next couple of days.)
(That is never an option! I always complain about people who do that because I usually work even when I feel like shit… I'm kind of awful.)
(I do that too, but if you've got a fever you really should stay home. Fevers mean you're extra contagious, and you're going to be extra exhausted just a few minutes into your shift. I'll go to work or school with any condition as long as I'm not throwing up or I have a fever. Those are my standards.)
(I'm going to be fine. I have some ibuprofen. It's going to be okay. I probably picked up the disease from someone at work anyways.)
(I'm sorry friend :(( if I was there I'd bring you a million bowls of Chick-fil-a's chicken noodle soup because that stuff is to-die-for when you're ill)
(Haha, they have soup? I freaking love Chick-fil-A's spicy samiches. And their waffle fries… I'm kind of hungry.)
(Yisss they have delicious chicken noodle soup. Now I want Chick-fil-a man)
