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Post by Lena and Angel O'Hara on Jun 15, 2006 14:38:46 GMT -5
"Thanks," Angel took the bottle of water. "You're the host....surprise me," She arched a brow and gave a smile.
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Post by Matt and Lacey Good on Jun 15, 2006 14:54:07 GMT -5
"Hmmmm whatever shall we do?" He smiled.
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Post by Lena and Angel O'Hara on Jun 15, 2006 14:55:26 GMT -5
"Hmmmmmm," Angel let out a dramatic breath, noting that they were on his couch, close, and it was dark outside...
(((hehehehe)))
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Post by Matt and Lacey Good on Jun 15, 2006 15:04:37 GMT -5
Matt leaned over and kissed Angel lightly on the lips. He drew back from Angel and smiled.
((hehehehe))
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Post by Lena and Angel O'Hara on Jun 15, 2006 15:30:13 GMT -5
Angel didn't have time to kiss him back cause he drew back. "Oh, are you being naughty?" She asked, pushing him down into the couch and getting ontop of him. "Pulling back, eh?" She pulled herself close to him, her mouth against his ear. "You're it." she muttered. She jumped off of him and tried to conceal herself in the unknown house...
((she's playing hide and go seek with him, hehehe))
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Post by Matt and Lacey Good on Jun 15, 2006 15:34:54 GMT -5
He laughed. He jumped up off the couch and began looking for Angel. "Hmmm oh where oh where could she be?" He looked around checking behind doors.
((heehee fun idea))
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Post by Lena and Angel O'Hara on Jun 15, 2006 15:42:15 GMT -5
Angel had concealed herself under his dining room table, up in the part where your knees go. She was thankful he had a table cloth, even tho it wasn't that attractive. She heard Matt call out for her, but she kept quiet, trying not to let her breath ruffle the table cloth.
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Post by Matt and Lacey Good on Jun 15, 2006 15:45:42 GMT -5
Matt walked into the dining room. "Annnnngelll" He dragged Angels name out. He was looking around the dining room thinking of spots for where Angel could be hiding. "Hmmmm."
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Post by Lena and Angel O'Hara on Jun 15, 2006 15:51:46 GMT -5
When Matt was turned away, Angel slid away from the table, walking slyly into the laundry room. She watched Matt just stand there and almost let out a laugh, almost.
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Post by Matt and Lacey Good on Jun 15, 2006 15:56:09 GMT -5
Matt sighed. He thought he heard something but thought it was only his imagination. He kept looking for Angel. He walked around the dining room once more before leaving that room and moving on to a new room.
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Post by Lena and Angel O'Hara on Jun 15, 2006 16:03:13 GMT -5
Angel knew this way going to take awhile, so she decided to switch rooms. She slid behind Matt, walking up the steps and entering a random door, finding his room. "Hmmmm," she muttered softly. She saw a few nice, expensive cameras and a few albums. She knew it was rude to look at other people's stuff but she couldn't help it so she picked one up, starting to skim through. She saw a lot of nice shots, then came across a few of herself. Weird..., she thought to herself...
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Post by Matt and Lacey Good on Jun 15, 2006 16:09:25 GMT -5
He turned around and headed towards his room. He put his ear to the door to listen to see if anyone was in there. He opened up the door and saw Angel standing there. "Hah I found you! And I see you have found some of my work."
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Post by Lena and Angel O'Hara on Jun 15, 2006 16:12:58 GMT -5
((i'm giving her a reason so they are just friends))
Angel looked down at the album, counting about a dozen shots of herself, then handed it to Matt. She felt exploited, stalked...and she ran her hands up and down her arms. "I think I'm going to leave..." she muttered, trying to head past Matt for the exit.
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Post by Matt and Lacey Good on Jun 15, 2006 16:17:52 GMT -5
"Wait! Angel!......It's not like that!" It was too late, she was gone. He looked down and shook his head. A single tear streaked down his cheek.
((awwwww *tears*))
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Post by Lena and Angel O'Hara on Jun 15, 2006 16:20:26 GMT -5
Angel grabbed her clothes from the couch, walking out the front door. She couldn't believe it; he was just another creep who thrived for attention from her. She shook her head, hailing a taxi.
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