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Post by Londyn Thomas on Aug 25, 2013 15:36:42 GMT -5
"I'm not going to go through your stuff." I reply, shaking my head and sticking the rest of the cracker in my mouth. I rest my head back on Jayson's shoulder, blue eyes running over the titles on the spines on the books around us. "Yeah, and he'll cave to Att eventually." I add, a small smirk lifting one corner of my mouth. If anyone could pester and annoy someone into going to the doctor or whatever if would be my brother- he'd gotten me to go, though I wasn't about to put on one of those gowns or take off my hoodie- my head was the only thing messed up. I reach over for another cracker, feeling a little guilty about taking Jayson's food.
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Post by Jayson Christopher on Aug 25, 2013 15:41:44 GMT -5
Jayson chuckled softly. He didn 't know her brother so he couldn't disagree. Plus if Con was in love, he would do anything. A hand played absently with Londyn's hair as she reached for another cracker. He didn't mind. He always had food just as he always had weed. And his sharpie. He dropped his hand from her hair, tracing his thumb slowly over one of her wrists.
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Aug 25, 2013 15:50:03 GMT -5
He played with my hair as I pop another cracker into my mouth and I lean back against him, chewing. Jayson's thumb runs over the wrist of my long sleeve shirt and I hesitate for a moment before holding it out to him, thinking he wanted to see my wrist. I knew most had scabbed over, a few from yesterday still an angry red color. Some of my scars were fading, and I felt sort of lost without them, like they anchored me to who I was. I bite the inside of my lower lip, looking away before reaching for another cracker.
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Post by Jayson Christopher on Aug 25, 2013 15:57:32 GMT -5
Jayson looked down at her curiously, and offered a reasurring smile before gently pushing up her sleeve. He brushed the fresh cuts and old scars slowly, tenderly, but never said a word or made a face. After a moment he lifted her arm, pressing a kiss to each of the visible marks.
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Aug 25, 2013 16:46:53 GMT -5
His grin made some of the tension in my body leave but I don't look at his face as my sleeve was pushed up, fearing Jayson's reaction. I take a small bite out of my cracker, blue eyes watching as his fingers brushed over my marred arm before he lifted it to his lips. My lower lip trembles for a moment and I bury my face in Jayson's neck, appreciative of the fact that he actually seemed to care, and not to judge of appearance.
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Post by Jayson Christopher on Aug 25, 2013 16:50:00 GMT -5
Jayson let go as she buried her face, and his arms wrapped back around her again, protectively this time. He hummed softly, a lullaby his moth used to sing to him and his brother when they were little. After a moment the humming trailed off and he tightened the hug around her.
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Aug 25, 2013 17:08:27 GMT -5
I pull my sleeve back down after he lets my arm go and I wrap both around him to hold myself to him. Jayson's arms wrap around my and I close my eyes, listening him hum, my nerves calming. Soon he stops and I reach around for my iPod to flip through songs until I bite my lower lip, nothing catching my eye. "You choose something." I mumble, holding it out to Jayson.
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Post by Jayson Christopher on Aug 25, 2013 17:53:16 GMT -5
"Noo you," Jayson whined, voice hushed. He flipped her hair back and forth with a smirk, finally reaching to hit shuffle on her phone so he wouldn't have to make up his mind about anything.
He pulled a can of soda out and glanced around the corner before cracking it open and taking a sip, offering it to Londyn.
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Aug 25, 2013 18:04:08 GMT -5
I huff as he doesn't choose a song and my blue eyes rest on the screen before Jayson reaches out to hit shuffle. I roll my eyes and set it down as I, Dementia by Whitechapel starts playing. I roll my eyes as he pulls out a soda and peers behind the corner before opening it. I take it from him and take a small sip, reaching for anotehr cracker to take a small bite out of it as I lean back against him. "So." I start, trying to think of something that could start a conversation that wasn't about weed, self harm, or me getting hit by a car.
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Post by Jayson Christopher on Aug 25, 2013 19:10:59 GMT -5
"So," Jayson drawled lazily, pulling out his worn sharpie and pushing her sleeve up as far as he could. He began drawing intricate designs on her arm, yawning lazily. "Is your brother anything like you?" He asked randomly. May as well get tonknow her better.
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Aug 25, 2013 19:36:23 GMT -5
I roll my eyes and let him roll my sleeve up to my shoulder, a few scars amrring my pale skin, but not as many as my wrist. My blue eyes watch the sharpie move across my skin before they find Jayson's face again. "Uhh. We sorta look alike.. we're both caring, I guess." I reply, shrugging my shoulders a bit. I wasn't really used to comparing us so it took me a second to think of something that we had in common.
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Post by Jayson Christopher on Aug 26, 2013 1:52:34 GMT -5
Jayon smiled and nodded, most of his focus on his inticate design. He could probably draw an entire sleeve and never get bored. He'd love to go into tattooing, but God forbid him be some useless junkie. He sighed a bit. "What's your dream job?" He murmured thoughtfully, lifting his head to gaze at her curiously.
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Aug 26, 2013 17:46:39 GMT -5
I nibble on my cracker, being careful not to move my arm for fear of Jayson having a fit or something. "I don't know, have some writing published or something- maybe something with hair, I like hair." I reply, chuckling a bit and stuffing the rest of the cracker in my mouth. "What's your favorite animal? I like snakes, I know its weird." I ask, my blue eyes watching the sharpie move over my pale skin.
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Post by Jayson Christopher on Aug 26, 2013 18:11:30 GMT -5
Jayson chuckled a bit. "I can tell," He teased playfully, blowing on her hair. She asked about his favorite animal and he thought a moment. "Snakes are cool. I gotta say cats, especially kittens. Ooh! Or birds. Birds are really cool. I always wanted an African Grey," He rambled. "My father's an uptight asshole though." He paused in his drawing to shrug.
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Aug 26, 2013 18:46:16 GMT -5
"Hush." I huff, rolling my eyes playfully as he blows at my hair. "Kittens are cute, but birds seem like they could get annoying." I reply thoughtfully before wanting to shrug but I stop myself. I watch Jayson's face for a moment as he pause to shrug before the marker met my skin again and I glance away. "Favorite.. day or the week." I say randomly, chuckling.
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