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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 1, 2007 21:01:57 GMT
"Kind of."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 1, 2007 21:18:11 GMT
I smile,"and what is that reason, if you dont mind me asking?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 1, 2007 21:19:12 GMT
"Like I said, you bring out the best in me, I guess you make me smile too."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 1, 2007 21:19:46 GMT
I blush slightly,"So it's me?" I ask quietly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 1, 2007 21:20:05 GMT
"You're the only thing I can think of."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 1, 2007 21:30:00 GMT
I blush, not saying anything.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 1, 2007 21:30:30 GMT
"Sorry. I mean-...I know-...Sirius-...sorry."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 1, 2007 21:37:23 GMT
"It's alright," I tell him,"It was a cpmpliment, harmless," I say biting my bottom lip.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 2, 2007 9:26:39 GMT
"Yes, harmless."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 2, 2007 13:42:05 GMT
"Harmless," I repeat."But just in case we wont mention it to Sirius."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 2, 2007 15:27:27 GMT
"Yeah, just in case. He seems...nice. But...just in case."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 2, 2007 15:47:09 GMT
"He is, thick-headed stubborn rude, but nice." I smile.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 3, 2007 9:58:45 GMT
I smile weakly. "Good."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 3, 2007 18:09:10 GMT
"Yeah," I say smiling weakly. I felt bad about talking about Sirius in front of Ian Wait...why? Sirius is your boyfriend 'I know it's just...' Just what? Dont tell me you like this guy... 'I didnt say that!' I shake my head drowing out the voice.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 5, 2007 15:10:22 GMT
I arch an eyebrow. "You're shaking your head...did I offend you?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 5, 2007 16:10:48 GMT
"Wha?" My head snaps up meeting his gaze,"No-No. It's just," I shake my head again,"Voices," I mumble a blush creeping onto my face.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 8, 2007 16:06:29 GMT
"Ah," I laugh slightly. "Voices. Get them all the time. None of them like me very much."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 11, 2007 18:52:40 GMT
I luagh,"I get them alot too, nosy little buggers, always telling me what to do,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 11, 2007 18:57:00 GMT
"Mine insult me all the time. They're very cruel."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 11, 2007 19:00:17 GMT
I laugh and cross my legs,"WEll my are nice, some of the times,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 11, 2007 19:04:47 GMT
"Some of the time...? No, don't answer. I wouldn't want to pry."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 11, 2007 19:05:56 GMT
I laugh,"No it's okay, a lot of the time they yell at me for the mistakes I had, like back in 3 year when I jumped off the astormy tower, boy did I get an earful," I smile weakly,"It's like they're my parents, I suppose."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 11, 2007 19:07:37 GMT
"I guess mine are like my parents too. They encourage me to jump off high places. You jumped off the tower in third year?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 11, 2007 19:17:24 GMT
I nodded,"Yeah seemed like a fun thing to do at first, but when mum and dad found out," I let out a long whistle,"Let's just say they werent proud,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 11, 2007 19:21:17 GMT
I thought about my parents reactions if I jumped off a tower. Probably quite the opposite. "Well, I imagine they wouldn't have been. Any normal parent isn't going to take it so well, if they're kid jumps off a tower, are they?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 11, 2007 19:26:54 GMT
I smile,"My da probably would have," I laugh slightly,"Just as long as there was a net at the bottom."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 11, 2007 19:30:06 GMT
I laugh. "Kind of defeats the object but...nevermind."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 11, 2007 19:36:07 GMT
I laugh,"What were you trying to proove? That of course my parent would be mad? I knew that, I just didnt care."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 11, 2007 19:44:46 GMT
"Well, good then."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 11, 2007 19:46:25 GMT
"Yeah bloody brilliant," I mutter grabbing a firewhiskey.
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