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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 10, 2013 19:58:25 GMT -5
"Yes ma'am!" I shout, chuckling before going over to grab two plates from the cupboard, not knowing if she jsut needed the onw or actually needed two. So I hand them to her before wandering out of the kitchen and across the living room to my bed room to grab my phone off the top of the dresser. I wander back out, typing a reply to Riddle as I slowly walk, focused on not spelling something wrong. Soon I click 'send' and look back up as I re-enter the kitchen, watching Christa bustle around. It was nice not having to cook for once, though much more boring than actually doing something. "Done yet?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 10, 2013 20:07:47 GMT -5
I smile as Gene hands me the plates and place them beside me, chicken now on each plate. I pour in the sauce into the skillet and the pasta into the now boiling water. I smile slightly as Gene leaves and hum to myself. I place the chicken back in and put some cheese on top before leaning back on the counter. I must have forgotten how close I put the plates to the stove because when I leaned back, I burnt my hand on the side of the plate. A sigh escapes me and I shrug it off; it wasn't the first time and it was surely not the last. Smiling as I put the chicken on the plate with the sauce following with some pasta, I hear Gene walk back in. "Yep, now you better enjoy it," I say, sticking my tongue out before turning to him with the plates in my hands.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 10, 2013 20:42:56 GMT -5
I smile as she turns towards the with the plates in her hands and I walk out the kitchen and towards the table that was shoved against the wall. I pull out a chair for Christa and wander past her to flick the switch so that the light over the table turned on. I grab some forks and napkins from the kitchen and walk back towards the table, setting down before huffing. "What do you want to drink?" I ask as I stand again. I grab myself a beer from the fridge, cracking it open to take a sip. It probably wasn't even noon yet, but whatever. "It's five o'clock somewhere." I say aloud to myself, before grabbing Christa a soda and heading back to the table.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 10, 2013 20:55:29 GMT -5
I walk over to the seat that Gene had pulled out for me and smile. "Thank you," I mumble before placing his plate at his side and sitting down. I watch as he moves around then sits then goes back to the kitchen with a small smile. "I'll take some water," I say from my spot before Gene comes back in with a soda and a beer for him. "A soda works, too. It still has water in it," I say, looking at him before beginning to dig into my wonderfully crafted meal (though it didn't look that way.)
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 10, 2013 21:11:24 GMT -5
I stop just short of the table, looking from the soda in my hand to her. "You took too long to answer." I finally say, sticking out my tongue at Christa before handing it to her and sitting down across from her. I take my fork and cut into the chicken, putting it into my mouth. I had to admit, it was good. Better than I could have done, if I'd thought of it. But, I wasn't about to tell her that. Instead, I lift more food up to my mouth before taking a sip of my beer, feeling bad about having gotten her a soda instead of a water. But, nothing I could do about it now- I was too lazy to get up again. Even for Christa.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 11, 2013 20:29:07 GMT -5
I smile as he says I took too long to answer and shrug. At least he got me something that I would drink. I take another bite of my chicken before opening the soda and taking a sip. I smile as Gene takes a bite and decide not to ask him how it tastes. I hear my phone vibrate from the bathroom and get up, running to see who it was. I come back to the table, focused on replying to the message from my co-worker. I smile and set my phone on the table before taking another bite and looking at Gene as he ate.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 11, 2013 21:23:38 GMT -5
I take another bite of my chicken, eating in silence. I try to think of something to say, though I wasn't used to it. I was used to rough and usually perverted banter between Riddle, Att and I, not soemthing that would have to be civilized. My light brown eyes watch as Christa gets up to go to the bathroom and I take a couple more bites of my chicken, not bothering to worry what her reaction should be to my boxers hanging in there. I honestly didn't care. I take another sip of my beer, watching as she returned, her face tilted down towards her phone as she texted. "This is good." I finally say, reaching a stray hand up to push my hair from my face. "Thanks." I add.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 15, 2013 22:43:46 GMT -5
I smile as the text goes through and pick up my plate, finishing what I had left on there before walking to the kitchen and putting the plate in the sink. I took a sip of the soda when I got back and smiled. "Well, thank you for saying so. Just call me over if you need a cook, I'll gladly do so," I say, shrugging. I sit on the chair again and smile at Gene before reaching over and taking a sip of his beer. I smile as it goes down and put it back down on the table before looking around and listening to the rain pound down. I wasn't going to leave until it stopped raining, even if it lasted days.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 17, 2013 15:00:13 GMT -5
I look up as she comes back to finish what was on her plate before walking into the kitchen. I take the last couples bites of my food as Christa returns. "Got it." I reply, nodding slightly. "You're not old enough for that." I scold as she takes my beer, though it doesn't actually bother me. I supplied Riddle and Att with alcohol all the time, but I didn't need to tell Christa that, I'd just rag her about it. I stand and take my plate, walking into the kitchen to wash it off before laying it in the other side of the sink. I walk back out and peer out the sliding glass door to my tiny balcony. "Damn, still pouring." I mumble, shaking my head.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 21, 2013 10:14:51 GMT -5
I shrug and continue sipping on the beer before putting it down in front of him and jumping on the couch. I look outside as he opens the door and shrug. "Not like I have any place that will welcome me with open arms. You might but not this girl," I say shrugging and leaning my head back before closing my eyes. If it came to it, I'd stay here if he didn't mind. Sure, it would be kind of weird but I didn't care. I sigh and get up, hugging Gene from behind and smiling as I kiss his cheek. "So, any plans for the rest of the day?" I ask. For me, the day wasn't even close to ending. I pressed my lips to his lips before smiling and pulling away. Maybe I was acting like that overly obsessed girl... I couldn't help it. He was cute and from what I knew he had an interest in me. Not that he asked me to be his girlfriend but I still hoped he might want to later on.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 21, 2013 15:10:08 GMT -5
I chuckle as she jumps onto the couch, though she doesn't reach for the remote. I'm about to say that she should turn something on before Christa's arms wrap around my waist. I grin as her lips press to my cheek. "Nah. You?" I reply, raising my eyebrows as I turn in her arms. I had an idea of what I wanted to happen, but I probably wasn't going to act upon my fantasy. I cup her cheek as she kisses me before breaking the contact. I snake a single arm around Christa's waist, pulling her to me as I lean down to press my lips to her's again, the noise of the rain a hum in the background. I hoped it would rain all day, then it'd give her an excuse to stay here longer.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 21, 2013 15:20:34 GMT -5
"Nope," I say, smiling at him as he cups my cheek. I smile mentally as he wraps his arm around my waist before kissing me again. I keep my arms around him and I'm almost tempted to lead him to the couch. It wasn't like me to want us to be so close after one day but for some reason, I trusted him more than most people. I pray to whatever God there was and hoped that it would keep raining. I didn't want to have to go home just yet. I like being here, in Gene's arms. Close enough to where I could feel our hearts seem to beat as one...or was that just my imagination? I didn't care. It was nice in his arms where it was warm and made me feel safe.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 21, 2013 15:35:18 GMT -5
Our lips meet before I pull back, a mischievous gleam in my eyes. She didn't have any plans, I didn't have any plans. "Maybe we can make some plans?" I ask innocently, cocking my head to the side. I rest my forehead against Christa's, taking a small step back, the cool glass meeting my back. I make a face, that shit was cold, and I only had a shirt on, not like I had two or anything. I bring her lips to mine again, my light brown eyes closing as I did so. I was glad that I'd made my way to the park today, that I'd gone over to sit on the swings and, in turn, say something to her. If I hadn't, I'd probably just be sitting here, practicing drums or watching something on TV. Instead, I was kissing a pretty girl. I'd chose this any day.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 21, 2013 15:54:43 GMT -5
I smile as Gene asks if we could make some plans and I think I know where he was headed. "Well, that would be nice," I say and lean closer. I shrug and follow him as he walks back. I smile as he makes a face and feel his lips against mine very soon. I kiss back and allow my hands to travel up to his neck, lacing my fingers in his hair. If he wouldn't make me a one night stand, I'd be willing to give myself up to him but at the moment, it was still something I had in the back of my head. From what I could tell, we both had an interest in each other and that was all I wanted for now. If he asked me to be his girlfriend and promised me I wouldn't be a one night stand, I'd let him have his way but right now it was all about what we could focus on without it getting to far.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 21, 2013 16:24:50 GMT -5
I grin at her reply, maybe I would act on my thoughts, after all. But, I didn't want to push the topic, I'd just let it be. Our lips meet again and Christa's hands travel up my neck and up into my hair. Girls seemed to have some sort of fascination with it, and sometimes Riddle would insist it was where all our artistic inspiration and shit came from. I soon deepen the kiss, my tongue flicking across her bottom lip playfully before I pull her to me. I break the kiss and press my lips to her neck happily. "You're amazing, you know that?" I whisper thickly, chuckling before pulling back to look at her.
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