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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Dec 11, 2008 16:22:20 GMT -5
Sharpay was wondering where Newt was. He was coming home in, from what he had told her on his last text, '10 minutes, babe.' But, he was a blonde. Blondes tended to exagerate. She was sitting down on the couch. She'd tried several different positions, trying to get comfortable, but she was antsy. It was nearly 30 degrees outside. No way was she gonna go out there and wait for her. "Hurry, hurry, hurry.." she muttered, tapping her fingers impatiently on the table next to the couch. |
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Post by newt devan livingston on Dec 11, 2008 16:29:01 GMT -5
He came inside the freshly cleaned house. Im hooooome! he shouted.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Dec 11, 2008 16:33:53 GMT -5
She looked over at him and grinned. "NEWTY!!" she screamed, then ran up to him and jumped on top of him. "I missed you so much!" she held onto him. |
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Post by newt devan livingston on Dec 11, 2008 16:39:01 GMT -5
He caught her, I missed you too, pumpkin. he winked. Like the new nickname?
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Dec 11, 2008 16:43:52 GMT -5
"Mhm. Of course I do. I like everything you call me," she smiled. She put her head on his shoulder. "I'm glad you're here. I was like so hyper and now I don't have to be because you're here." she grinned, then kissed him. |
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Post by newt devan livingston on Dec 11, 2008 16:46:44 GMT -5
He kissed her back. Have you been litening to our CD much?
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Dec 11, 2008 16:53:12 GMT -5
"Well, duh! Of course I have!" she giggled. She took her head off of his chest. She looked in his eyes and kept her arms around him tight. She sighed. "I love you," she said, looking into his eyes, gently rubbing his neck. |
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Post by newt devan livingston on Dec 11, 2008 16:55:29 GMT -5
I love you too..! he said with a smile, taking off his shoes.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Dec 11, 2008 17:02:19 GMT -5
She smiled. "I know." she said, in a sing song voice. She kissed him again, then pulled away fast. "And I never got you a anniversary present, so..." she walked over to the table and grabbed a scrapbook. "It's a bunch of things you gave me and that remind me of you. Like the first notes you ever wrote to me in class, and a rose you gave me one morning before school and a bunch of pictures of us." she smiled and handed it to him. |
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Post by newt devan livingston on Dec 12, 2008 16:52:42 GMT -5
Awee, Pay. This is incredible.. he said flipping through the pages, with pictures from prom, calfornia, when they first met, and just haning out.
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