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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Nov 9, 2008 17:37:11 GMT -5
She came back and handed the cookies to him. "Eat them, and enjoy them; that's all you get and you better be my normal Newt Livingston when you're done." she glared angrily at him and sat down, mindlessly drinking more of her coffee.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Nov 9, 2008 17:47:52 GMT -5
he glared at the cookie bag, and stared it down. His eye started to twitch, blocking everything out that Sharpay was saying he jumped from his chair and jumped on top of Sharpay, he grabs thre cookies and jumped off, he ran up to the old lady and screamed COOKIES! IN YOUR FACE! then he grabbed one of his cookies and took a big bite. He then ran up to the newlyweds that were going on their honeymoon, he arn up to them you aint gettin none of my cokies, no yah arent YOUR NOT GETTING THEM MUAHAHAH then he ran up to a little girl. COOKIES he said to her. my moms got a tazer. the little girl screamed. Her mom comes up and tazers the cookie. MAN NO NOT THE COOKIE then he falls to the ground and starts to cry.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Nov 9, 2008 17:55:50 GMT -5
Sharpay watched him spazz out. "After this trip, he's so getting his ring back...." she sighed, then admired her ring. "Nevermind. I'm keeping it." she smiled to herself, and glanced at him. She sighed. Damage control, she thought. "Newt...Um...Get up...You're causing a scene." she said softly, running her fingers through his hair. "I can get you a few more cookies....If you want....Just get up. I don't care. I'll do anything to get you to get up." she said softly. "Even if you want to casually slip off to the bathroom with me. I don't care. JUST GET UP!" she said, pulling on his sweatshirt.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Nov 9, 2008 17:58:45 GMT -5
More cookies? he said. He got up, and wiped a tear. I like cookies. He said. Now boarding to LAX, first class. they said over the loudspeaker. Lets go. he said.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Nov 9, 2008 18:02:05 GMT -5
"Thank God," she said softly, and grabbed her cup of coffee and her carry on. "They have cookies on the plane, I think, hun. Don't worry." she said, putting her arm around him and resting her head on his shoulder. Somehow, even if he was cookie obsessed for some reason, he was still irresistable to her.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Nov 9, 2008 18:09:34 GMT -5
He smiled and ate another cookie. I like cookies. he said, he passed the lady the boarding pass. Here you go, by the way if i dont get any cookies on this flight. he said and looked around and whispered in the womans ear, everyones gunna die.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Nov 9, 2008 18:18:11 GMT -5
She slapped him. "Don't act like a terrorist!" she hissed, handing the lady her pass. "Sorry, he's um..a little....Crazy." she said. That was the easiest way to describe him. She smiled at the lady. "Sorry." she mouthed and the lady nodded. "My husband is the same way." the lady mouthed back. Sharpay rolled her eyes. "Men!" she mouthed back in agreeance, with a soft wave, before grabbing his arm and dragging him onto the plane. "Okay...Seats 1A and 2B." she said and found their seats. She sat down in her seat and sighed, closing her eyes. Maybe she could rest so they could have fun when they got to California.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Nov 9, 2008 18:22:03 GMT -5
He skipped down the hallway going onto the plane.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Nov 9, 2008 18:29:01 GMT -5
She hummed a little. They were leaving in 10 minutes. She hoped he'd be faster getting to his seat because she was eager to hang all over him. She couldn't help it. She wanted him all the time now that he had made all these little rules about making out and her other privelages.
She sighed, tapping her nails impatiently on the armrest next to her. The seats were leather, but they weren't as comfortable as they could have been. "Hurry up." she thought impatiently. Life wasn't good if she couldn't hang over him and try to turn him on, as much as it didn't work most of the time.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Nov 9, 2008 18:36:16 GMT -5
He ran to the plane. He grabbed his carry-on and gave them the baording passes. He found their seats, a nice white leather with a table with peanuts, and champange. they were one of the last people on the plane. They locked down the doors and over the loudspeaker the pilot came on.Hello, first class. We are boarding to go to LAX, very popular. But we are suffering a bit of a hold up. You'll never believe this but there is a turtle on the runway, we have sent out for help. Dangit. he said, he saw the paunts on the table. DUCK! he said, he threw the peanuts out of the seat, and they all eneded up by the flight attendant. He then looked out the window then saw the guy try to pick up the turtle, but couldn't the turtle was to heavy.
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