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Post by { A D D I E donavan on Feb 28, 2008 15:39:27 GMT -5
Parker didn't notice her glaring too much, or her curses. He caught them, but didn't really care too much to be honest. He wasn't really thinking straight anymore. He shut the door on her side once she'd gotten in and moved around to his side, opening the door, sitting down and closing the door again. He fished the keys out of his pocket and put the one that went to the car in the ignition. The car started up just as she spoke, so he didn't catch most of it. "What are you going on about...?" He questioned, looking over at her with a confused face. He hoped she hadn't taken that wrong, he could have phrased it better... Oh well. He backed out of the parking space and drove out of the parking lot.
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Post by Anna Blaire on Mar 1, 2008 12:42:55 GMT -5
"What's your issue?" Anna asked, in a rough and mostly stern voice. This boy went from extra flirty and playful to serious and angry. Either he was bipolar, or just plain crazy. "One minute your flirting left and right and then next you are biting people's heads off. Not literally of course." She sighed, rolling her eyes. Anna was not in the mood for his annoying behavior. |
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Post by { T O N Y stonem on Mar 16, 2008 18:49:05 GMT -5
"No issue. Just thinking, am I allowed to do that." Parker turned to her and a smile tried to appear on his face. He was trying, she was drunk and he couldn't let it go. Why did that bother him. "I'm pretty sure your head is intact so don't worry your pretty little self about it." He noticed he almost missed the turn for the guys dorms and turned when it came. He parked in his normal space and turned off his car. |
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Post by Bridgette Riser on Mar 17, 2008 20:00:38 GMT -5
“Oh yeah. If you can handle thinking…” Anna replied, with a smile on her face. She was so drunk, and so unaware of what she was doing. “Maybe… okay. Sure.” Anna sighed. She didn’t really understand what he was rambling about. It was either he was just talking nonsense, or she just forgot what she said to him earlier. The second choice was more likely. Anna watched Parker almost miss the turn to the dormitories. She was going to comment, but decided not to. The boy looked stressed enough already. After Parker turned the car off, Anna hopped out. “What number is your dorm?” She asked, her voice dragging. Anyone could tell she was exhausted. |
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