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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 27, 2012 2:07:15 GMT -5
Richard bit his lip. "I just figured-.. I dunno.. It's not like people enjoy dealing with somebody always slicing themselves up.. I'm sorry.. If I had known he was still so bothered this morning.. I wouldn't have left." He ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't want to add 'suicidal' to the foster and adoption papers because, I guess... I wanted a good family, I was afraid nobody would take us together if they knew.." He bit his lip, rubbing at an arm.
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Post by tisha noelle gillespie on Jun 27, 2012 2:13:13 GMT -5
Noelle shook her head, tossing the noodles and inner tubes back in one at a time. "No. They took you in. And I'm sure they'd like, adopt you two but you're like.. grown men. And 'mom and dad' kinda come with that." She shrugged, walking over to the grill on the patio. She took the grille off of it, and walked over to the hose to hose it off before she walked back up the patio to the grill again. "You don't have anything to worry about. I like having you guys here. And I know my mom does cause she always wanted more kids." She pushed her bangs back, slowly cleaning out the inside of the grill. "It's dark in here.."
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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 27, 2012 2:18:59 GMT -5
Richard bit his lip. "I guess.. I just worry about his to much.. Because the thought that he might finally get what he wants one of these days scares me.."
He watched her, smirked faintly. "No shit, Sherlock." Wandering closer, he covered her eyes with his hands. "Now it's reeaally dark."
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Post by tisha noelle gillespie on Jun 27, 2012 2:32:04 GMT -5
"Oh, you're hilarious." She said sarcastically, putting down the brush she had in her hand. She reached up, gently pulling his hands down before she turned around. She raised an eyebrow at him, looking up into his eyes. She reached up, smudging charcoal on his nose. She smiled, wrinkling her nose before she turned around and started to clean it again. She reached up to brush her bangs back with the back of her hand before she leaned a little closer. "I still can't seeee."
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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 27, 2012 10:32:31 GMT -5
Richard laughed. "Heyyy," He complAined, smirking as he dropped his hands. But when she turned again, it left him right behind her, and almost absently he brought his hand to her waist, tracing up and down slowly. "That's you own failt."
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Post by tisha noelle gillespie on Jun 27, 2012 12:50:03 GMT -5
She blushed as she felt his hand on her side, and she couldn't deny she wanted to completely melt. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. "How's it my fault? I didn't make it." She said quietly, starting to brush the other side of the grill before she dusted her hands off over it. She grabbed a damp towel her dad had left for her, and started to wipe off her hands before she turned around, reaching up to wipe the smudge from his nose. She looked over his face, reaching up to gently push his hair out of his face.
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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 27, 2012 12:56:53 GMT -5
Richard smiled, gazing down at her as she worked. "You're the one stickin' your head in it." He teased, smirking as she turned and wiped the smudge from his nose. He gazed down at her quietly as she pushed his hair back, reached out and ruffled her own. "Ha."
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Post by tisha noelle gillespie on Jun 27, 2012 13:00:37 GMT -5
"If my hair sticks like that, you're gonna have a time washing honey and flour our of yours." She smirked, reaching up to fix her hair. She heard a slow song come on the stereo, and figured her dad must have been out here earlier.
"Dooo dododoooo dododooo." She sang twirling herself to the other side of the patio to switch it off. She started wiping off the table, then the seats of the chairs there. She knew if her dad was grilling, he was gonna want to eat outside.
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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 27, 2012 13:07:06 GMT -5
Richard laughed. "I dare you." He watched her dance across the yard, thinking she couldn't be more beautiful. Biting at his lip self consciously, he wandered towards the stereo, smirking as he flipped it back on, held out a hand. And, mimicking a proper accent, he bowed. "May I have this dance, m' fair lady?" He wiggled his fingers, smirking crookedly.
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Post by tisha noelle gillespie on Jun 27, 2012 13:16:59 GMT -5
"You act like you've ever learned how to waltz." She said with a smile, giving him a polite bow before she put her hand in his, and her other on his shoulder. She smiled up at him, wondering just how she ended up dancing in the back yard with the cutest guy in town. She followed his lead naturally, not really concerned with all the things they'd argued with her about in dance class. "What would your brother say?" She teased, reaching up to push his hair back again before her hand rested on his shoulder again.
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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 27, 2012 13:21:47 GMT -5
Richard laughed. "How would you know?" He teased, his free hand sliding to her waist. He moved with ease across the patio, smiling at her sheepishly. "He would tell me to get my head outta the clouds." Wrinkling his nose at her, he pulled her close then stepped back to spin her playfully. "At least I don't have two left feet, hm?" She was beyond attractive, but he didn't want to get in trouble by taking it further, they were supposed to be siblings now, right?
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Post by tisha noelle gillespie on Jun 27, 2012 13:26:09 GMT -5
"Yeah, well. You got that going for you." She teased. She saw her parents leave out the front door, and guessed they were getting stuff for dinner. After all, Noelle being goofy on the back porch was nothing new. She draped her arms over his shoulders, looking up at him. "Why you gotta get your head out the clouds? It's not like we have anything we really gotta get done. I already did what dad asked." She shrugged, slowly swaying to the music.
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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 27, 2012 13:31:25 GMT -5
Richard brought his other hand to her waist as well. He shrugged. "With everybody it was always 'get your head out of the clouds, Richie. You can't have what isn't yours.'" He smiled. "But sometimes it's just the same old song and dance, and you need something new, you know? Even if it's an angel near impossible to catch." He rested his chin on her head for a moment, drawing in a quiet breath, hummed softly to the song before straightening up to search her face again, biting his lip thoughtfully.
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Post by tisha noelle gillespie on Jun 27, 2012 13:39:17 GMT -5
"Oh? I'd rather have my head in the clouds. It's much more fun that way. And maybe it isn't the angel that's hard to catch, it's the cute red head." She offered, looking up a him as he pulled back a bit. She didn't think her heart had ever beaten so fast in her life. She didn't see a single thing about him that she didn't like, didn't think was utterly perfect. But maybe it was just because she knew she liked him. Even if she probably shouldn't.
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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 27, 2012 13:44:57 GMT -5
Richard smiled. "Yeah it is." He reached up to fx his nose ring, then brought his hand to her waist again. "Oh so now I'm cute?" He teased. "Aren't you supposed to be pretending I'm your brother? Aren't siblings supposed to call each other ugly?" He smirked faintly, but it softened as he drew in another breath, trying not to let his heart pound. She was amazing. "What would you do if I kissed you..?" He shouldn't be asking, shouldn't be getting into this with her. He was just setting himself up for failure, right?
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