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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 28, 2012 1:49:09 GMT -5
Richard smiled faintly, watching her get up before returning. He wondered what her mother would think if she knew what had happened earlier, if she knew he liked her daughter as more than a sister. He chewed on his lip thoughtfully, drawing a leg up under himself before realizing they had left Sedrick. But he figured he was sleeping. He would come out here when he woke up. He clearly needed it after what had happened. Especially if they were still taking him in to ight after dinner.
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Post by tisha noelle gillespie on Jun 28, 2012 1:56:57 GMT -5
Noelle leaned against the sofa, twirling her hair around her finger. She yawned, pulling her knees back up to her chest.
"The neighbor boy was asking about you earlier." Her mother said, and Noelle reached up to rub her eye.
"What about me?"
"He asked if you wanted to go to his party this weekend. I told him you were busy."
"Oh. I don't like him.. He's mean. And perverted. And he always smells like soup." She said, and her mother nearly choked on the water she was drinking. Noelle smiled, looking over at Richard. She couldn't help thinking why would she want the neighbor boy when she could have Richard?
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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 28, 2012 2:00:56 GMT -5
Richard laughed. "Soup?" He scoffed, smirking. But something protective lingered in his eyes. He stretched, trying to pull off indifference as he rubbed at his face.
"Are we taking Sedrick tonight?" He questioned, glancing towards Noelle's mother. It had gotten worse since losing their parents, and he was terrified of Sedrick hurting himself even worse next time.
He pushed his hair back from his face.
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Post by tisha noelle gillespie on Jun 28, 2012 2:09:04 GMT -5
"No. We were afraid that if we brought him to the hospital, they might remove the two of you. So I asked a friend of mine if he could come look at him and talk to him and see if there was anything he could do. And besides, we don't want him getting tired and passing out or something." Her mother finished what she was working on, and started to move the screen down a bit so she could work on the next part.
"Is that that big Jesus thing you were making before I died?" Noelle asked, reaching up to scratch her head.
"No, I finished that one. It's in your casket. This one's a ballerina for your room."
"Oh. I always hated dance. They said I wasn't graceful enough." She wrinkled her nose.
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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 28, 2012 2:14:24 GMT -5
"Ah, alright," Richard breathed, thinking that a much better idea. Hopefully. He rubbed at his nose carefully, watching her sew for a moment before listening to Noelle quietly. He smirked to himself, raising an eyebrow her direction before reaching to ruffle her hair as he got up, slinking to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He filled another glass with more juice for Sedrick, hoping the sugars would help him since losing so much blood, and wandered off to go find him, sipping at his water along the way.
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Post by tisha noelle gillespie on Jun 28, 2012 2:20:11 GMT -5
"RICHARD IF YOU DON'T STOP MESSING UP MY HAIR!" She squeaked, reaching for him. She just ended up flopping on the sofa, getting up seeming to be too much work.
"You all have to go to bed early tonight. We're going to help your dad paint his office tomorrow. Your father and I are going to do the main office and his office, and you and Richard will do the bathrooms and the spare room. And we're going to have Sedrick sort through his papers, so he doesn't have to do any heavy lifting."
"Oh. Okay." Noelle said, then stretched.
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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 28, 2012 2:25:36 GMT -5
Richard laughed on his way, found Sedrick still zonked where he had crashed. He nudged him gently, watching his brother stretched and yawn, and gave him the juice.
"Ouch Ricky, your arms look terrible.. Want some pain killers?"
Sedrick shook his head and he frowned.
"Okay. We're out there, whenever you wanna come."
His brother nodded and he turned, heading back towards the other two and plopping down on the sofa again. "Now, what was that about your hair?" He teased.
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Post by tisha noelle gillespie on Jun 28, 2012 2:36:02 GMT -5
"I'm gonna beat you with a pillow!" She said, bonking him with one before she propped her feet up on him. "You can rub my feet while you're down there." She teased, smiling over at him.
"What if he doesn't like feet?" Her mom asked.
"He's gonna have to get over it. He's been messing with my hair all day."
"What if he's scared of feet?"
"Ooooo." She rubbed her foot on his chest before she giggled, dropping it to his lap.
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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 28, 2012 2:40:55 GMT -5
Richard huffed. "Hey!" He groaned as she beat him with the pillow. "That's Sedrick's job." He scoffed at her insistence to rub her feet, flicked each one of her toes. "Ewwww..!" He teased, wrinkling his nose and pokin at them again. He smirked, laughing softly.
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Post by tisha noelle gillespie on Jun 28, 2012 2:52:26 GMT -5
Noelle giggled, pulling her feet away. "Who appointed Sedrick to rub my feet?" She asked, hiding her feet in the space between the couch cushions. She looked over at him, her eyes tracing his face.
"Dinner's ready." Her dad said, and she bent backwards to look at him.
"Yay!" She jumped up, pulling Richard up. "I want cheese and lettuce and a tomato and ketchup and mustard.."
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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 28, 2012 3:02:15 GMT -5
Rihard laughed. "I meant throwing pillows at me! But yeah, he can rub your feet, too." He stuck his tongue out, groaning in complaint as she pulled him up, and began to follow her.
"Sedrick! Dinner!"
He waited for his brother to wander out sleepily, setting the sleeping puppy in its box out of harms way before dollowing them outside.
"You've been appointed the official Noelle foot rubber," Richard drawled.
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Post by tisha noelle gillespie on Jun 28, 2012 3:07:42 GMT -5
Noelle giggled, taking her plate from her dad. "And the only person allowed to play with my hair, too. Because your brother doesn't do it right." She said, taking a seat next to her dad. She picked up her burger, taking a bite out of it. "I wanna pickle.." She said with her mouth full before she walked inside and into the kitchen to retrieve a pickle from he fridge. She walked back, taking her seat again before she put the pickle on her burger.
"Hungry?" Her dad asked.
"Just a little."
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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 28, 2012 3:10:57 GMT -5
Richard smirked. "I don't wanna do it right." He complained, making his burger before helping Sedrick since his wrists were obviously hurting. He carried the plates over and sat down next to his brother , glancing at his quietly for a moment as he picked at his food, before smiling Noelle's way. He picked up his own burger, taking a bite, careful not to look like to much of a pig or make a mess, on himself or the table.
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Post by tisha noelle gillespie on Jun 28, 2012 3:14:59 GMT -5
"Hey sleepy head." She said, waving at him before she started in on her burger again. Her dad was talking about something to her mother, who was nodding and eating her burger slowly.
"Did your mother tell you about tomorrow?" Her dad asked her.
"Yeah. She told me. Sedrick was sleeping and I dunno if air head heard." She said, covering her mouth with her hand as she looked over at Richard, her eyes bright. "You got the roof done?"
"Almost. I'm going to finish it tomorrow." He told her. Little did she know, 'finishing it tomorrow' would end up horribly, at least for her.
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Post by richard marcus johnson on Jun 28, 2012 11:26:47 GMT -5
Richard stuck his tongue out at her. "I heard," He groaned. "We're gonna paint." He reached over, ruffling her hair, and returned to his burger before she could do anything, watching Sedrick smile faintly her way, tucking hair behind his ear.
Richard glanced around quietly at the others, trying to get used to this setting.
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