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Post by James Dean on Apr 10, 2006 0:13:51 GMT -5
James Dean was sitting at his kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal and reading the morning paper. A lit cigarette was sitting in the ash tray in front of him. He sighed and put the paper down. Picking up his glass of orange juice he thought about Quinnlan Arielle. He hadn't spoken with her in the week since she found out her grandmother died. He called, she didn't answer. He stopped by, she "wasn't home". He was rather worried about her. He placed his glass down and leaned back in his chair, adorned in his boxers and plain white t-shirt puffing on his cigarette. He didn't know what he could do for her but he wanted to do something. Snuffing his cigarette out he stood up and stretched, running a hand through his mussed up hair. He heard a loud honk from outside and meandered to the front of the house. He glanced out the front window and saw a red head in a black Corvette. He scowled and opening the front door stepped on to his porch and took in Quinn sitting there waving at him.
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Post by Quinnlan Arielle on Dec 26, 2006 21:11:58 GMT -5
Quinn turned the car off and got out. She rushed up sidewalk and took him in. Mussed hair, boxers and a scowl. Now really wasn't the time but he was very sexy and she wanted to... She cut her thoughts off right there. She would not let them go any farther. "Hi." She smiled as she stopped in front of him.
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Post by James Dean on Dec 26, 2006 21:37:34 GMT -5
"Hi" He mumbled and looked behind her to the shinny new car. Scowling he looked back at her. She was smiling up at him. Looking particularly cute in white dress, red pumps and a white knit hat that flopped the the right. "That yours?" He questioned motioning toward the car.
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Post by Quinnlan Arielle on Jan 14, 2007 13:24:19 GMT -5
Quinnlan looked back at the car and then turned to James smiling wider then before. "Yeah! Isn't she the best? That's why I came over... to uh... see if you wanted to take a ride." She clasped her hands behind her back nervously and shifted from one foot to the other. She'd never asked anyone out before let alone a movie star.
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Post by James Dean on Jan 14, 2007 13:29:48 GMT -5
James scowled at the car through narrowed eyes and frowned down at Quinn. "How'd you get it?" He ignored her question completely. As far as he knew Quinn worked at some magazine and she made just enough to pay rent and buy food, so how could she afford a brand new sports car?
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Post by Quinnlan Arielle on Jan 14, 2007 13:36:59 GMT -5
Quinn sighed and poked her bottom lip out as she looked at his lawn to the left of her. "Well my grandmother was saving money and when she passed I got it. And I needed a new car so..." She trailed off and put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "I don't see why you should care how I spend MY money."
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Post by James Dean on Jan 14, 2007 16:39:17 GMT -5
James sighed and pulled his hair as he ran his hand through it in frustration. "I know what you're doing." He told her quietly. "You're not dealing with the issue at hand. You're covering up your feelings with buying things." He paused and took a breath and folded his arms across his chest. "I know what you're doing because I've been where you are. I lost someone close to me too." It wasn't everyday that James Dean opened up and confided in people he barely knew but he figured it was something that she needed to know.
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Post by Quinnlan Arielle on Jan 14, 2007 16:45:39 GMT -5
"Don't pretend you know me. Because you don't. We've known each other what? Like a week!" Quinn was irate to say the least. How dare this pompous, arrogant, movie star stand there and judge her. She wasn't going to stand for it. She turned on her pretty red heels and started to stomp down the sidewalk toward her new car. "And don't bother talking to me again! Jerk!" She yelled over her shoulder. Maybe she was overreacting just a bit but she was Irish and a red head. She was stubborn and had a temper, she couldn't control it. It was who she was. And it was why she didn't have any friends, eventually she pushed them all away. She slid into the car and fired up the engine. Slamming it into drive she pulled away from the curb and sped off, tires squealing. She didn't bother to look at him. She really thought that he was different, but all guys were the same.
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Post by James Dean on Jan 14, 2007 16:49:45 GMT -5
James stood there and tried not to let the fact that he was completely blown away show on his face. He'd never been in this situation before. Had never dealt with someone like her. This was all new to him and he needed some help. Turning he shuffled back into his house and picked up the phone. There was only one person who would be able to help him. Someone with many experiences of dealing with girls under his belt. He was calling Elvis.
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