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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 17, 2013 20:02:45 GMT -5
I look up when Drew speaks until I hear the snickering. When he turns around I huff and take off the sticky note, handing it to him and rolling my eyes. "You two need to seriously grow up," I growl, picking up Chelsea and walking to the dock, my phone in my hand. A sigh escapes me when I sit down and I roll my eyes, looking down as she sleeps, my eyes gazing over her. I guess I should be use to it but there was no way to get use to people commenting about stuff like that. My feet dip in the cool water and I frown even more.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 18, 2013 17:03:25 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows as she hands me a sticky note and my face turns a beet red color after I read it and I watch Varla walk away. I crumple it in my hand and toss it away, running a hand through my hair frustratedly. After a moment I get up and decide that I couldn't just let her walk away like that and start down to the dock to plop down beside her. "I, uh, apologize for the,.. " I mumble, not looking at her face.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 18, 2013 20:58:18 GMT -5
I look up when Drew comes becide me and shrug as he speaks. "Don't worry. You're not the one who wrote it," I mumble, keeping Chelsea close to me. I look over at him and smile slightly, leaning over to hug him slightly. "Thanks though...common casualties like this aren't that normal for me anymore," I say, shrugging before kissing Chelsea's head. I try to keep my mind off of everything as I look over at him before I lean back and lay on the dock.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 19, 2013 19:14:40 GMT -5
I shrug a bit as she replied. still not meeting her gaze. I felt guilty about even asking her if she wanted to come and eat- actually thinking they were serious. "I, uh, I'm not very good with American things yet.. I tend to take things serious when they're not meant to be." I mumble to my lap, drawing my knees up and resting my chin on them, not looking voer at Varla. It would probably be best if I just got up and elft, nevr spoke to her again, but something kept me rooted to the dock.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 20, 2013 21:14:00 GMT -5
When he doesn't answer, I want to shrug and leave but don't, being glued to place almost. I look over as he speaks and shrug. "Don't worry. I'm still the same way," I say, looking down a bit. I've never spoke about my life before I moved here but for some reason it was natural. "I use to live in Barcelona, Italy," I admit, my Italian accent finally coming out. I giggle lightly and look over at him before sitting up and accidentally resting my hand on his. I pull my hand away quickly and blush.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 16:20:05 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows a bit as she speaks and I look over at her with a curious expression. "Really." I breathe, this little fact hitting me hard. She wasn't from here either- she must know how I felt at times. "With those two as my mates, it doesn't help me learn good customs." I say, shrugging my shoulders a bit. A blush crosses my face as Varla's hand rests on mine for a moment and I look away, embarassed.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 16:26:02 GMT -5
I smile when he looks at me and nod before he shrugs his shoulders. "Well, there really isn't anywhere to learn 'good' customs," I mumble. My eyes rest on Chelsea for a moment before I look over to Drew and smile. "Thanks for not being a total ass though," I say, lightly kissing his cheek before getting up. I rented a little house not far from the lake so I guessed it would be okay for me to go and allow Chelsea to sleep. "Um, if you want, you can come with me to my place. It's just down the road," I say, blushing already.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 16:35:56 GMT -5
"Convenu." I mumble, nodding my head a bit after she spoke. I still spoke French to myself sometimes, especially when I didn't know the Englsih word for something. "I try." I chuckle, shrugging. My brown eyes widen as Varla's lips press to my cheek and I look away, raising my eyebrows. "I, uh.. okay." I reply, nodding as I got to my feet.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 16:53:37 GMT -5
I smile when he nods before giggling as he replies. I'm turned around, looking at him before he agrees and a small blush grows on my cheeks as I wait for him. "Um, let me get Chelsea's stuff first," I say as I begin up the dock to the grills. My hands reach for everything and I do my best to ignore the guys as I pick up all of her stuff and shove it into the bag. An arm protects Chelsea's head from the table when I lean over to grab her bottle that fell to the ground and I soon feel someone behind me, holding me by my hips and I growl inwardly.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 17:05:20 GMT -5
"Okay." I say, nodding as she started abck up to the grills. I walk up, bending over to open the cooler and pull out a beer to crack it open and take a sip. I look up as Joseph goes up behind her to grab her hips, I raise my eyebrows, a frown crossing my face, though I don't go up or say anything. I really didn't know what to do or say, honestly, so I just sort of stand there.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 17:13:00 GMT -5
I think of some way to get out of the grip of this person and I soon remember being trapped like this in Italy once. My leg goes between his and soon makes a very tough impact with his crotch and I smirk before standing straight and walking away. "Sei proprio cattivo come lui," I mumble as I walk away. I look at Drew and motion for him to follow as I walk to my car and throw the stuff into the back. Chelsea is soon put into her car seat and I crawl into the back to buckle her up before going to the driver's side and buckling myself up.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 17:17:22 GMT -5
I can't help but chuckle as Joseph doubles over, clutching at his crotch and I nod hastily as Varla called to me. I trot after her, slowing as I neared her car and I take a sip of my beer, patting my pocket to make sure my phone was in my pocket. I go over to the passenger side, pulling the door open and sliding in, placing my can in the cup holder. I knew Dave and Joseph probably thought I was going to 'get some' but that was honestly one of the farthest things from my mind.. unless Varla was fine with me jsut leaving after, as I usually did when I slept with someone, which was once in a blue moon.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 17:28:40 GMT -5
I hum silently as I sit in my seat, starting the car and looking behind me as I back up. The drive was short- No more than ten minutes at the most, if there was traffic. I open my door and smile over at Drew as I climb out to get Chelsea and her things. "So, welcome to my lake retreat," I say as I get everything together and walk to the door, opening it and smiling when I step in. It was nice to finally be back somewhere that had nothing that reminded me of Brad. I walk to the corner of the living room and put down the stuff before walking to the crib and putting Chelsea down in it and smiling.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 17:37:25 GMT -5
I look out the window as we drive before she pulls up outside a house and I unclip my seat belt and grab my beer before climbing out. "I would have opened the door for you." I huff softly as Varla opens the door and I step in, closing it behind as I I stand there akwardly for a moment, looking around as she laid Chelsea down in her crib. I eventually take a sip of my beer and move over to sit down on the couch, looking at my feet.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 17:40:36 GMT -5
I look behind me as he says he would have opened the door and shrug. "I'm so use to being independent that I really don't know how to act when I'm helped," I say before I walk into the kitchen and look around. "You want me to get you anything?" I ask, poking my head out of the kitchen before I realize I'm still in my bikini. I could sneak into the laundry room and change quickly if I needed to. I bring Drew the remote after I turn on the TV and smile at him.
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