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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Jan 15, 2009 16:17:36 GMT -5
If I strum chords, would you sing a song with me If I leave town would you leave along with me "Okay." she said and tossed the blankets off of her. She didn't care if they were messed up, it was his bed after all. She went into the bathroom and grabbed her towel before turning on the shower water. She swiped quickly brushed her teeth and then stepped into the shower. After about 5 minutes, which was all she needed in the shower, she grabbed her towel and dried off. She wrapped her hair in a towel and put on her make-up, which didn't take long. She went into her bedroom and put on a light pink sweater over a white tank top and a pair of pink skinny jeans. Her hair was finally dry as she came out of the bedroom and fixed it. She walked into the kitchen and started to make coffee for herself.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Jan 15, 2009 16:20:48 GMT -5
Our love is like a song.
[/font][/color] you cant forget it *[/center] Newt was by the stove, making eggs.Sorry hun, i forgot to make you, your coffee. he said. Scrambling the eggs. He put a dish towel over his shoulder and added some spices to the eggs. He mixed the eggs up and put it on two seperate plates. He took it over to the table.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Jan 15, 2009 16:24:04 GMT -5
If I strum chords, would you sing a song with me If I leave town would you leave along with me "It's fine." she said, quietly. She was surprised she was so quiet. After a minute the coffee was done. She grabbed a cup and poured the coffee in it, then walked over to the table and sat down. "Why don't you go put on some pants or something?" she said. "Weird...Never thought I'd say that to you." she muttered before scooping some eggs onto her spoon and eatting them.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Jan 15, 2009 16:33:24 GMT -5
Our love is like a song.
[/font][/color] you cant forget it *[/center] I will. You know my routine. I dont do anything untill i eat my eggs. he said. I love eggs. he smiled and poured a cup of coffee. He rubbed his bare stomach, and sat down. Taking off the dish towel.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Jan 15, 2009 16:41:39 GMT -5
If I strum chords, would you sing a song with me If I leave town would you leave along with me She sighed. "Sometimes I wish you were normal." she said, softly, grabbing the pepper and sprinkling it over her eggs, then set it down and started to eat her eggs some more.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Jan 15, 2009 16:42:56 GMT -5
Our love is like a song.
[/font][/color] you cant forget it *[/center] Whats that sopposed to mean. he said. Giving her a 'look'.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Jan 15, 2009 16:51:37 GMT -5
If I strum chords, would you sing a song with me If I leave town would you leave along with me She shook her head. "Nothing. Forget I said anything about it." she said, eatting more of her eggs. "I have a hangover. You know how I get when I have a hangover." she told him.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Jan 15, 2009 16:54:05 GMT -5
Our love is like a song.
[/font][/color] you cant forget it *[/center] He rolled his eyes. Unfortanatly. he said. He started to eat his eggs. He took a sip of his coffee, and ate a bit more.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Jan 15, 2009 17:02:01 GMT -5
If I strum chords, would you sing a song with me If I leave town would you leave along with me She gave him the same look he gave her just seconds ago. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in her fiance's direction.
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