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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 15, 2013 19:05:30 GMT -5
I hold Chelsea against me as I take out her floaty and bring it to the water, looking at her as she held onto my shirt and sucked on her thumb. When I put her down, she holds onto the seat and looks up at me as I sit on the bench and pull her into my lap to give her the bottle I had pre-made for her. She takes it and I huff lightly, looking around the calm lake and wondering if it would be cool enough to swim a little. If not, I would probably invite a few people over to have a cook out or something. It would be fun I guess.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 15, 2013 19:12:21 GMT -5
I snicker as Joseph finishes the story about when him and I had gone fishing and I climb out of the truck once Dave parks and sling my towel over my shoulder, grabbing the cooler as they grab the floats and the meat cooler- we'd planned on using the grills here. The three of us start down the dirt path towards the lake and I lay my towel out, setting the cooler beside it as I pull my plain black shirt over my head. I step out of my flip flops and push my hair out of my face. "I'm going swimming, you guys coming?" I ask, looking over at them. "Nah, we'll start the burgers." Dave replies and I shrug my shoulders before starting towards the dock. I plop down on the end, sticking my feet into the water to test its temperature.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 15, 2013 19:21:26 GMT -5
A huff escapes me and I pull Chelsea into my arms, forcing a smile onto my face as I head out to the water, her float in my hand. We make it to my shore and I stick my foot in before shrugging and guessing it was okay, putting her down so she can splash around a bit. I pull my top off of my head and throw it aside, putting the float in the water and putting Chelsea in it before wading out into the water some, brushing my blonde hair from my face and looking around, blushing when I notice a guy coming to the dock that was beside me. I watch as she holds onto the rope on the dock and giggle lightly, pulling it out of her grasp before splashing a little water at her.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 15, 2013 19:30:30 GMT -5
I don't notice the blonde and her baby until the giggle and the splashing and I look over. "Hi.." I mumble, thinking it was the polite thing to do, I just hoped that the simple word didn't show my accent too much that she'd comment about it, though it probably did. I look away again after a moment, not wanting to seem like a stalker or something. A soft sigh escapes me and I lean back on the dock, not caring about the splinters as I put my arms under my head and look up at the sky, the round, fluffly cumulus clouds floating across the light blue sky.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 15, 2013 19:36:17 GMT -5
I look up as I hear a voice and blush slightly, looking at Chelsea who was giggling and smiling at the guy. "Uh, hey," I mumble, holding onto her hand. "I'm sorry if we bothered you. We'll be leaving," I mumble slightly before looking up at him and swimming back slightly; I didn't want to be a bother so it would probably be best to just leave. Chelsea holds onto the rope again and I huff slightly, trying to pull it out of her hand before she starts whining and i decide to let it be.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 15, 2013 19:44:12 GMT -5
"Oh, uh, no.. you're fine." I start, hating how thick each of my words were. I sigh softly, not seeing that she was still there from how I was sitting. I brush my hair out of my face as I keep my dark brown eyes on the sky. After a moment I sit up, kicking my feet around in the water a bit, watching the crystal water droplets fly through the sky. "Drew! Ask your pretty friend it she'll eat with us!" Dave shouts from where he's flipping burgers and I roll my eyes. They probably thought that the few words had been meaningful conversation- and they didn't know that I didn't talk well to women, anyway.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 15, 2013 19:52:50 GMT -5
I look up when he speaks again and shrug slightly. He had an accent but I decided not to mention it; some people found it annoying and I found it rude. My blue eyes rove over Chelsea before I hear a guy shout and I look back. "Yo! Pretty friend has a name and can talk for herself!" I call back, rolling my eyes before pulling Chelsea out of the water and walking onto the dock, holding her in my arms and wrapping my top around her to keep her warm. "Uh, I'm guessing your name is Drew," I say, looking at him with a slight smile.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 16, 2013 15:48:59 GMT -5
I pull my feet up and stand after she starts down the docks and I push my hair out of my face. "I'm sorry, they... crazy." I mumble, pausing as I tried to think of the right adjective. I'd just immigrated here a year or so ago, but it was still hard to learn a whole new language and become fluent in it. "Uh, yeah, short for Andrew.." I reply, nodding a bit and looking away after I walk down to the end of the dock. I was lucky that I wasn't my older brother- he'd gotten this really old fashioned French name, though he was still living there, so I supposed it didn't matter too much.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 16, 2013 17:02:20 GMT -5
I smile and shrug, nodding as he described his friends. "I'm actually use to it now," I mumble, shrugging slightly. His full name comes to me and I nod, smiling and shifting Chelsea in my arms to hold out my hand. "I'm Varla and this is Chelsea," I say, motioning to my baby girl. She reaches towards Drew and pulls on his shirt and I try to remove her hand, huffing. "Sorry, she's usually very shy," I say, finally getting her hand from his shirt.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 16, 2013 19:16:16 GMT -5
"I, uh, nice to meet you." I reply, nodding my head a bit. I look down as Chelsea grips at my shirt and want to take a step back as Varla reaches out to free my shirt, her hand brushing against my chest a bit. "I-It's .. all good." I say, trying not to make my words sound wooden, but to be casual. "You coming to eat?" I add, not knowing whether Varla had thought they had been serious about it or not.. and I wasn't completely sure, either.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 16, 2013 20:04:08 GMT -5
I frown and huff when I finally get Chelsea's hand free, looking up when he asks if I was going to eat. "Oh, I thought they were joking," I say, biting my lip but shrugging and nodding. "I guess it wouldn't hurt," I add, beginning to bounce slightly as Chelsea got restless. It was about time for her nap anyway so I could feed her then put her asleep. She plays with my hair and I hold her close, kissing her head and huffing slightly.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 17, 2013 16:25:58 GMT -5
A panicked expression crosses my face- was it bad that I asked her to come? God, this was so fucking confusing. I nod a bit as Varla agrees, looking away for a moment. "The taller one is Dave, the brunette is Joseph." I say, starting back towards the grills, expecting her to follow me. "The accent strikes again." Dave mumbles to me after I come up and I shrug my shoulders a bit, wishing that they didn't joke about that shit around me. They knew I'd been cheated on, but not how many times- nor how much it had affected me.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 17, 2013 17:29:14 GMT -5
I nod when he names them and follow him back, bouncing Chelsea before looking at the guys and shrugging. "Not really the accent," I say, rolling my eyes before looking around. Chelsea reaches for Drew and I sigh, holding both of her hands and kissing them before watching her giggle. "Um, would anyone mind holding her so I can go get her bag?" I ask, looking around. I was kind of hoping Drew would offer since he seemed trustworthy enough. I didn't know the others and I wasn't ready to bring Chelsea back to the hospital for anything.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 17, 2013 17:34:17 GMT -5
A blush crosses my face as Varla hears what Dave said and I look away, pushing my hair out of my face. At her question both Joseph and Dave look at me and I mentally sigh. "I will.." I mumble, shrugging a bit and awkwardly reaching out for Chelsea. She's put into my arms and I almost have a slight panic attack, terrified that I'd drop her or something. The others snicker at me and I roll my eyes, shifting as her chubby hands made fists around my shirt.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 17, 2013 17:39:13 GMT -5
I look up when Drew blushes and smile slightly before he offers to hold Chelsea. I quickly put her in his arms before running to my car and taking out her bag and grabbing the bottle I was feeding her earlier. I'm soon back to the grills and take her from him with a smile. "Thanks," I say, bouncing slightly and giving her the bottle before sitting down and putting her blanket in my lap. I lay her down on the blanket, propping her head up with my crossed ankles and looking up at the rest of the guys as I held her bottle for her.
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