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Logan Love Ep. 1
Created By:
sgaskellgui
Country: United States of America
Language: US English
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Created: 07.03.2008
Last Updated: 07.03.2008
Number of Entries: 59
Description:"Finding the one voice that sticks out in the crowded streets of Donnel is a messy business..."
Family Name: Logan
Lot Name: CAS!
Categories: Comedy,Romance,Sims Life Stories
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Created: 07.03.2008 - Updated: 07.03.2008
Logan Love Episode 1
"Finding the one voice that sticks out in the crowded streets of Donnel is a messy business..." - Shannon Logan
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I stood poised, mouth ready for the speedy talking, for that great sales pitch I had been practicing this morning in my underwear.
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My eyes were quick to track down that one sales rep. That one I was going to pitch my sales to.
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And ultimately, I failed. Sitting in my jeep, "thrown to the curb" in some sense; I reviewed what she had said... "No." How lovely.
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I sighed yet again as I pulled into my space. Without thinking, I withdrew my keys, refusing to be thwarted by my ignition and promptly got out of my truck, boots sliding to the pavement.
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And before I knew it, my feet had flown from under me, a man in a bright orange vest had magically appeared under me and I had somehow managed to straddle the idiot and stroke his netherparts, all in the span it would take to kick myself in the butt.
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I quickly scuttled away, glaring at the buffoon, a blush rising in my cheeks from embarrasment. I was so shocked, so nervous, so flustered. Ugh who was this guy, sneaking up like that? I readied a steady stream of retorts, excuses and angry accusations, the embarassment quickly swamping my usually cool-headed demeanor.
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The man stood, brushing himself off and hooking his fingers through his belt loops and then winked at me! Seriously? I've met some pretty "interesting" people over my twenty years, but this has to be a first. Just knocked down, straddled and groped by a barely-adult woman, and you smile and make grotesque kissy faces?
He offered a hand and I felt incredibly rude to refuse, but I didn't care at that point.
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"Have fun?" His voice was masculine and a airy tenor, whispering sweet things into my ears. Quickly shaking my head, I brushed an emerald strand of hair from my face. "Your hair have a bumby ride?" He smirked in that arrogant way that only certain men know how. The anger that ran through my veins bubbled to my troat again.
Did I say anything to the guy? No. I just guwaffed at him, looking like an idiot myself.
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My mouth was open, a thousand accusations and insults on the tip of my tongue and all I could do was look like a gaping chicken?
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"What exactly are you doing here? Why did you run into me and why were you right next to my car," I demanded the answers. The orange-vest guy only smiled.
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I managed to beat a hasty retreat into my small townhouse, leaving the Orange-Vest man behind. I locked my door and plopped onto my couch, holding a pillow close. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the palm of my hand. Today wasn't very productive. At all. I needed another job, and that boutique looked attractive. I guess not everything works out though.
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I got up and stripped my sweaty clothes off. I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes yet again, this time it conjured up the man's face. Shaking my head I retreated to my bathroom to wash the day's dissappointments off and renew my positive energy.
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The steamy wather rushed down my back, down my thighs and ankles to drip down the drain in a steady stream, taking stress and tension with it. I reached my hands up, rubbed the shampoo into my hair and then washed my face. I smiled and laughed forcefully, shaking more of the bad vibes. The washer maching was going at the same time, so occasionally I'd get a burst of cold water, but a little bit of irregularity is good for you.
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No longer soaking, the summer day soon turned to night and I found myself inspired by my chance meeting with orange-man. I had started plenty of paintings, searching for inspiration, yet there were only a few great pieces that I actually finished. Those went to large copy-off painting companies who had distributed roughly ten of my pieces. Commercial america thought they were buying authentic European masterpieces and were instead getting my work. It was to only real way that I could pay for my house, though it dug deep when I had to give in to the consumer whores.
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I tenderly stroked the lines of his face, his vivid blue eyes and his strong jaw. When I was angry, I hadn't noticed how attractive the man was. I smiled a little to myself, it all seemed like ages ago. I used the tip of my finger to smear paint running down his arm. Would I see him again? Did I want to?
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Later on, after nuking a personal pizza I got the feeling that someone was watching. Even Ting Ting, my dog whuffed at the door once or twice. I chose to ignore it though after setting the burglar alarm after letting Ting out for her potty break.
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I have to say though, I love this neighborhood. Well, this whole city actually. Donnel was in the middle of the American-French society and had beautiful architecture. Beyond the hill that blocked my view of everything mildly interesting, there were beautiful plazas, salons, stores and swimming pools. Donnel had a lot to offer teens, and I don't know how many times I have wished I had grown up here. And Crime was almost non-existant.
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Some time around 11:30 I had dropped off and trudged to my bed, hiding my head beneath the soft violet duvet covers. I was sleeping peacefully until I heard the doorbell ring and Ting Ting go ballistic.
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I grumbled, scolded Ting and shuffled to the door. Low and behold, it was Mr. I'm-in-an-orange-vest-that-is-all-sparkly-and-stuff-so-I-therefore-rule-the-world-and-can-go-around-tripping-innocent-people-up. I mumbled some more, flipped him something not-nice and turned. He pounded on my glass door and smiled widely.
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The first thing I said as I walked outside was, "How dare you! I was s-l-e-e-p-i-n-g." I tried to slow the words down when he stared at me with that dumbfounded expression. He raised his eyebrows in an infuriating way. I fumed and waited for him to speak, to defend himself, but he only smiled and waited for me to finish. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "Jerk." Dammit.
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"Oh, but darling, I really needed somewhere to go, seeing as my best friend, erm, James just kicked me out of our aparment." As if that fake person existed, I decided to play along.
"Hmmm. Just one night?" "Yes Ma'am."
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"No."
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I stalked back into the houseand slid back under the covers to get the image of him out of my mind. "What a butthead." Somehow though, the ordeal had left me especially tired and I fell right into a deep rem sleep.
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Bright rays of light shone against my face. I smiled and turned my face towards the window, basking in the morning sun.
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Still smiling, I sat up and brushed the sleep dust from my eyes.
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As soon as I turned around though, I jumped up and quietly yelped. I had completely forgotten Orange-vest guy was here. But why the hell was he in my bed, scantily clothed? How did he get in? Doesn't "no" mean "no"?
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My legs kicked in the air, my voice moving quickly and quietly. "So Ting, as soon as he wakes up, I really want you to growl loudly, bark, look a bit firocious. Then maybe, if you feel up to it, bite his ankles."
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I giggled and rubbed Ting's leg. She sniffed at me and put her head back down, I could have sworn she rolled her eyes. I stared at her for a bit longer until I got bored and went to the coffee pot, my one sin.
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"AAAAaaaahhhhhhh! What's that noise?"
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I giggled from the other room. It might be a bit cruel, and that might be a bit of unusual punishment, but at least I hadn't called the Fuzz on the guy. I do admit that I get a little bit of sick satisfaction in seeing him suffer at the mercy of my alarm.
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In fact, I could almost imagine the look on his face as he scrambles around, trying to find my alarm, disguised as a music box. Did I bother to help? Nope.
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I'm sure he eventually found it, since it stopped sounding. However, Ting Ting is now a traitor since she didn't put our plan into action. She wagged her little tail in fact and toddled over to him, pawing at his foot and begged for attention, I'm sure of it.
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Ignoring this, I smirked to myself as he waltzed into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of my coffee. I mutely stared ahead, taking in all the clutter around. That's the only thing my house was missing, closets. Everything was strewn about the floor, painting supplies, Orange-Vest-Guys suitcases, my guitar, an extra comforter and laundry detergent.
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Interrupting my thoughts, I perred through the plant that my buddy had gotten me as a house-warming gift and watched Orange-Vest. Orange-Vest didn't look so bad from the back. I smacked myself. Peering through plants to peep at a stranger, one that you've already harassed and have been harassed by? Does that get you arrested?
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Surely in some states. I'd really have to think of a way to get him the heck out of here. Speak of the guy, he sat down without a word, or if he did talk, I didn't hear it. I didn't need to. He was leaving today. I had decided. Instead of telling him these things, all I managed to say was, "I call the shower."
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With that, I left, helping myself to his expression. He looked quisical and I couldn't help but hear something that sounded suspiciously like, "Go figure."
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I almost felt bad, me giving him the silent treatment. After my shower I was almost feeling charitable to the man. Still, I left with an off-handed goodbye, mumbling something about being back later. He was still on the couch, still in his underwear, still drinking his coffee, still staring at me.
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After a long and tedious drive through the afternoon traffic of Donnel, I arrived at Chez Donnel and was immediately greeted by the hostess. "So, you must be Samantha." "Shannon," I corrected. "Oh, I see." A dark light tained her face and I knew what was coming next.
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"I regret to inform you that we have far too many applicants and so we selected a server with a bit more experience." She smiled sweetly, only adding to the blow. Basically? I was too crazy for them. The hair, the tattoos, the lifestyle, I wasn't the ideal "Chez Donnel Girl". Ugh. F*** 'em.
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So yeah, I felt a little bummed, even after being asked if I wanted a table that so cleverly was located right next to the hostess. Splurging was not the thing I should do right now, but I didn't care. I ordered a heaping pile of crepes, all for the low price of twenty smackaroons. I could have "smack-a-rooned" the waitress when she asked me if I was sure I wanted it. "It has a lot of calories. You won't be able to keep that figure." Forget you, is what I could have slipped in curtly.
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And you know what? That 1500 calorie pile of crepes tasted damn good.
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Leaving the restraunt, I drove and ended up at Donneldon park, named after the famous french philosopher Sammy Donneldon. You'd think he'd be a Gaston or a Jean or a Claude, but no, it's Sammy. Stupid trivia like that doesn't really matter. What will happen to the world during global warming, people starving, things like that matter, I suppose. Not whether you pay off your student loans before you die.
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I brooded for hours, watching the little fishies, the little kids who weren't supposed to swim in the pond, the fishermen who were hoping to catch one of the whoppers... All of it passed by and soaked into my brain.
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I did eventually start heading home though. Hopefully, Orange-Vest would be gone, my house would be clean and Ting Ting would not have chewed on my slippers for once. Was it so much to ask for one pair of slippers? No. So I would be throwing a hissy fit if they were in disrepair.
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With a sigh I noticed his suitcases had yet to be absent from my home. I kicked them lightly and jingled the lock to the bathroom.
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"OH GOD. Oh my goodness. Oh gosh. Wow. Gosh." I could only ramble incoherently. I was traumatized, horrified and a tad bit of mistified.
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What lay on the other side of the door was a very naked Orange-Vest using my soap, rubbing his body all over my shower and managing to look really seductive while not knowing he had an audience. That's what I get for not knocking. What was really horrible was that I kinda wanted to peek again. Just one little peek wouldn't hurt... NO! I smacked myself in the head, hard.
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I brought my hands to my face and leaned against the door. Oh. My. Gosh. I. Just. Saw. A. Stranger. Naked. I'm so going to jail.
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The water turned off and I heard him grunt. I quickly rushed to the fridge and flung some chicken onto the counter and started the facade that I had been doing this all along, not freaking out over the naked stranger's body.
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When it was done, I quickly shepherded the food to the table and put out a plate for the both of us. I closed my eyes, trying yet again to not think of his body. Wet and soaking in the shower. Not thinking about it!
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I nearly fell into my seat, planting myself into my food. I shoved my fork in aggressively, at all costs avoiding his gaze. And of course there was a gaze, he was staring at me throughout this whole ordeal with the cooking and the fidgeting and the chicken.
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He silently touched his food, moving the burnt bits away and shoved a mouthful in. I kept my face close to my plate, blushing the whole time.
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"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but you're all anxious 'cause you saw me in the shower, right?"
Oh god.
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Ninjesama. And that's the end of Part 1! Okay, so here's the dealie with the Logan Love series: They're gonna generally be shorter, but they're gonna come quicker. Sound good? So a long time ago I started a series with the exact title, the story of Shannon and Henry Logan, newlyweds with a baby. It was lame, I know it. So yeah, decided that I wanted to bring them back, but revamp a few things. If you read the old version, hoorah for you because you'll be like one of twenty. Haha. So I hope you enjoyed the "beginning" and stay tuned for more episodes coming your way!
Check the Flickr at http://www.flickr/.com/photos/skgaskell
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Special thanks to:
The Sims 2 Writers Hangout for all their love and support to all of their members!
http://similik.proboards54.com
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And the Laundry Basket for their lovely skin jobs (clothes)!
http://tlb.110mb.com
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And you might want to check out my other series, the Tribute to Love which is a story about my cousin, Pokenam Shykes and what I think his life was going to be, incorperating many elements from his real life and the after effects of his suicide. Love, Betrayal and the Journey to Adulthood in the most literal sense.
Anywho, taa taa for now!
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Logan Love Episode 1
"Finding the one voice that sticks out in the crowded streets of Donnel is a messy business..." - Shannon Logan
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I stood poised, mouth ready for the speedy talking, for that great sales pitch I had been practicing this morning in my underwear.
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My eyes were quick to track down that one sales rep. That one I was going to pitch my sales to.
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And ultimately, I failed. Sitting in my jeep, "thrown to the curb" in some sense; I reviewed what she had said... "No." How lovely.
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I sighed yet again as I pulled into my space. Without thinking, I withdrew my keys, refusing to be thwarted by my ignition and promptly got out of my truck, boots sliding to the pavement.
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And before I knew it, my feet had flown from under me, a man in a bright orange vest had magically appeared under me and I had somehow managed to straddle the idiot and stroke his netherparts, all in the span it would take to kick myself in the butt.
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I quickly scuttled away, glaring at the buffoon, a blush rising in my cheeks from embarrasment. I was so shocked, so nervous, so flustered. Ugh who was this guy, sneaking up like that? I readied a steady stream of retorts, excuses and angry accusations, the embarassment quickly swamping my usually cool-headed demeanor.
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The man stood, brushing himself off and hooking his fingers through his belt loops and then winked at me! Seriously? I've met some pretty "interesting" people over my twenty years, but this has to be a first. Just knocked down, straddled and groped by a barely-adult woman, and you smile and make grotesque kissy faces?
He offered a hand and I felt incredibly rude to refuse, but I didn't care at that point.
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"Have fun?" His voice was masculine and a airy tenor, whispering sweet things into my ears. Quickly shaking my head, I brushed an emerald strand of hair from my face. "Your hair have a bumby ride?" He smirked in that arrogant way that only certain men know how. The anger that ran through my veins bubbled to my troat again.
Did I say anything to the guy? No. I just guwaffed at him, looking like an idiot myself.
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My mouth was open, a thousand accusations and insults on the tip of my tongue and all I could do was look like a gaping chicken?
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"What exactly are you doing here? Why did you run into me and why were you right next to my car," I demanded the answers. The orange-vest guy only smiled.
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I managed to beat a hasty retreat into my small townhouse, leaving the Orange-Vest man behind. I locked my door and plopped onto my couch, holding a pillow close. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the palm of my hand. Today wasn't very productive. At all. I needed another job, and that boutique looked attractive. I guess not everything works out though.
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I got up and stripped my sweaty clothes off. I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes yet again, this time it conjured up the man's face. Shaking my head I retreated to my bathroom to wash the day's dissappointments off and renew my positive energy.
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The steamy wather rushed down my back, down my thighs and ankles to drip down the drain in a steady stream, taking stress and tension with it. I reached my hands up, rubbed the shampoo into my hair and then washed my face. I smiled and laughed forcefully, shaking more of the bad vibes. The washer maching was going at the same time, so occasionally I'd get a burst of cold water, but a little bit of irregularity is good for you.
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No longer soaking, the summer day soon turned to night and I found myself inspired by my chance meeting with orange-man. I had started plenty of paintings, searching for inspiration, yet there were only a few great pieces that I actually finished. Those went to large copy-off painting companies who had distributed roughly ten of my pieces. Commercial america thought they were buying authentic European masterpieces and were instead getting my work. It was to only real way that I could pay for my house, though it dug deep when I had to give in to the consumer whores.
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I tenderly stroked the lines of his face, his vivid blue eyes and his strong jaw. When I was angry, I hadn't noticed how attractive the man was. I smiled a little to myself, it all seemed like ages ago. I used the tip of my finger to smear paint running down his arm. Would I see him again? Did I want to?
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Later on, after nuking a personal pizza I got the feeling that someone was watching. Even Ting Ting, my dog whuffed at the door once or twice. I chose to ignore it though after setting the burglar alarm after letting Ting out for her potty break.
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I have to say though, I love this neighborhood. Well, this whole city actually. Donnel was in the middle of the American-French society and had beautiful architecture. Beyond the hill that blocked my view of everything mildly interesting, there were beautiful plazas, salons, stores and swimming pools. Donnel had a lot to offer teens, and I don't know how many times I have wished I had grown up here. And Crime was almost non-existant.
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Some time around 11:30 I had dropped off and trudged to my bed, hiding my head beneath the soft violet duvet covers. I was sleeping peacefully until I heard the doorbell ring and Ting Ting go ballistic.
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I grumbled, scolded Ting and shuffled to the door. Low and behold, it was Mr. I'm-in-an-orange-vest-that-is-all-sparkly-and-stuff-so-I-therefore-rule-the-world-and-can-go-around-tripping-innocent-people-up. I mumbled some more, flipped him something not-nice and turned. He pounded on my glass door and smiled widely.
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The first thing I said as I walked outside was, "How dare you! I was s-l-e-e-p-i-n-g." I tried to slow the words down when he stared at me with that dumbfounded expression. He raised his eyebrows in an infuriating way. I fumed and waited for him to speak, to defend himself, but he only smiled and waited for me to finish. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "Jerk." Dammit.
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"Oh, but darling, I really needed somewhere to go, seeing as my best friend, erm, James just kicked me out of our aparment." As if that fake person existed, I decided to play along.
"Hmmm. Just one night?" "Yes Ma'am."
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"No."
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I stalked back into the houseand slid back under the covers to get the image of him out of my mind. "What a butthead." Somehow though, the ordeal had left me especially tired and I fell right into a deep rem sleep.
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