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Post by elizabeth keighle on Dec 5, 2009 19:41:50 GMT
Like Keith said, I'm absolutely... Fine. My voice cracked at the end of my sentence.
I didn't like my friends fighting, arguing or whatever Keith and Jay were doing right now. I don't get guys. I know they don't get along. They both have a horse, they're both jocks... And something else... That I prefer not to say because I'm not that sure...
My eyes shifted from Keith, to Jay and to the floor. I didn't feel that comfortable, if someone else walked in now who didn't know what was going on, they might have thought I was some kind of pimp. BLECH! NO!
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Post by keith gray on Dec 6, 2009 15:04:56 GMT
"oh, you bitch," keith glared at jay as he laughed and sat down beside elizabeth. the scottish teenager turned away a bit, arms crossed, feeling the irish jock's gaze on him as he said he wanted an answer from the elite. a small smile came upon the blonde's face as he thought to himself. boys can be so interesting sometimes, keith almost laughed at his thought, but he kept quiet, turning back to elizabeth and jay just to hear the blonde elite say something. "told you she was fine, bitch," keith said. jay can be such a bitch so that's what i'm callin' him... keith thought, raising an eyebrow at the jay before he heard a ringtone. he frowned, taking his phone out of his pocket, looking at the caller id. stables.
"ehh, hold on a sec'," the blonde murmured quietly as he pressed the answer button. immediately he heard a loud comment about his horse. the scottish male sighed, and just said, "tack should be in the main tack room," pause, keith growled quietly and looked at jay. "you need to get rhythm clipped soon," keith furrowed his eyebrows before he nodded and hung up.
he looked at the two people sitting on the bed. keith raised an eyebrow at them, crossing his arms. dammit, he wanted them to get out so he could work. and it was probably like, eight o'clock now. whoa. three hours had passed since he met elizabeth? wow...
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Post by jay macburren on Dec 7, 2009 20:17:25 GMT
I looked at Lizzie as she was talking, nodding. "That's good. Glad you're not hurt. Although, I am surprised that Keith could take care of you." I laughed, and looking at Keith, I rolled my eyes. "You don't even deserve to be a bitch. Wait... wouldn't you be the bitch? Your the gay one." I laughed. I couldn't wait for this upcoming race... A win meant a new horse from my father. I loved Rhythm tons, and probally if I ever got a girlfriend she would have to settle for me loving the horse more than her, but still, I could use another horse. Another horse meant I could race everyother race with them, and more rest time.
"You need to get Rhythm clipped soon," I looked up at Keith, snapped from my thoughts and rather shocked. I liked Rhythm's longer mane. I almost whined that I didn't want to get her clipped but insted I threw my head back and hit the top on the wall. "Ow! Damn..." I looked at Keith. "Fine." I wanted to smack him. And really I didn't know why.
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Post by elizabeth keighle on Dec 8, 2009 18:35:13 GMT
Now this had nothing to do with me. Why did they have to be at each other's throats all the time? They looked like an old married couple through my eyes. And that's just... Wrong. In so many awful ways. Yeah I bet they'll be kissing next... Not!
I'll go now, thanks for not leaving me, Keith, and it was nice seeing you too, Jay.
I clutched the edge of the bed when I stood up, hopefully, now I wouldn't fall again. When I was up properly, I began to walk out of the room, then I turned back to wave, and exited properly.
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Post by keith gray on Dec 8, 2009 21:14:44 GMT
a smirk slipped its way onto keith's face when jay laughed. yes, he was gay, which would mean he... could, would, should be a bitch, depending on if he was more uke or seme. and, well, let's just say that the blonde teen was probably more uke, which meant he'd prefer to recieve the sex and whatnot, rather than dominate and take control. though, the jock may actually dominate every once in a while.
he blinked slowly, the smirk off his face but almost immediately returning as soon as jay hit his head on the wall, before saying a rather blunt 'fine'. that almost made keith laugh. so interested he was in his thoughts and in jay, he seemed to have forgotten elizabeth until she said that she was going. immediately the fifteen year old's hazel gaze switched to her, and his smirk changed to a small smile. "no problem, liz," he said, watching the female get off the bed, managing to keep her balance as she walked across the room, turning to wave. he gave the year eight a slight wave back before he turned to jay as soon as she left.
"you can leave too. unless you want to stay here with me longer, and do some... stuff," keith raised his eyebrow rather suggestively, smirking. then he let out a quiet chuckle and pointed towards the door. "i'm too young anyway. go on, get out, jason," oh yeah, keith knew jay's real name. owned, bitch! "and if you hurt me, i'll hurt rhythm." he definitely will. keith had a fascination with knives as well as blood... he was a strange, strange teenager.
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Post by jay macburren on Dec 11, 2009 0:26:29 GMT
My head hurt and I wanted to punch Keith hard enough to at least knock a tooth out. My green-ish blue-ish eyes fallowed Elizabeth as she went to the door, and I bluntly waved good-bye with a slight almost twitch of my hand. I sat on the bed with my arms crossed over my bear chest wishing I had fallowed Elizabeth out of the door. I rolled my eyes when Keith suggested something, bitterly thinking, Ew. I desided quickly on a snotty remark. "No thanks, I'd perfer to leave unmolested, Thank you." I said, glaring.
Then I glared. What did Keith just say? Stupid little fag... Stupid stupid little fag! No one calls me by my name. I stood up from the bed, my fist clenching, muscules tightening, shoulder getting ready for power to accutally be behind the hit, but then, the stupid little fag said he would hurt Rhythm. I consitered it, standing there for a moment ready to punch him, thinking I could just sleep I Rhythm's stall, (not like I hadn't done it before), and watch to make sure the stupid little faggot didn't harm her, but with a race comeing up that wasn't an optain.
I lowered my arm, still glaring, and took a step towards the door. "Faggot." I didn't look back, but my glare showed in my voice. As I walked angerly down the hall, my shoulder blades were sticking out because my fists were clenched so tight. Before walking into my room, I clearly imagined Keith's stupid little blonde face and punched the wall as hard as I could. It broke some of the dry-wall, but my knuckles didn't hurt and it let off steam. As I walked into my room, I faced Aura, who was not a very happy cat. "Ow! Damn!"
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Post by keith gray on Dec 11, 2009 20:20:10 GMT
(---note | i feel like using first person... xD)
i pouted, narrowing my hazel eyes at jay as he glared at me, rejecting my small suggestion. a smirk slid its way on my face as i looked away ever so slightly, watching the jock from the corner of my eye. he stood up, clenching his fist. i almost twitched, narrowing eyes ever more so, and i smirked once again as the horse rider lowered his arm, going towards the door. i suddenly growled at the insult, almost laughing at the same time. is that the best he can come up with? i thought, smiling as jay walked out of my room. i went towards the door and closed it, locking it.
i heard a loud shout, and i chuckled as i went over towards the sofa.
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