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Post by Ian O'Shea on Jul 7, 2010 18:34:25 GMT -5
Ian ended up in the games room after what had happened in the main hall. He couldnt believe what had happened.Anne had kissed him. Was that the reason Wanda and Mel had been upset? Had Anne said something to them about this. He was so devastated. He walked to the corner so only half of him was covered by lamp shade light. He pulled his knees up to his chest and crossed his arms over them. He put his face in his arms and sighed. What would Wanda think of him now. He had possibly hurt her , and badly.
He felt tears well up in his eyes and he stifled them back. Men werent supposed to cry. Especialy in times like these.
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Post by Anne Caroline Patterson on Jul 7, 2010 18:53:37 GMT -5
Anne stepped into the games room and saw Ian in the corner curled into it. She walked over and bent down. She placed her hand on his head and stroked it lightly. "I'm sorry Ian. I shouldn't have kissed you." Anne whispered before draping her arms around his shoulders. "I didn't want Wanda to see. I didn't mean to hurt either of you." She lied about both. She wanted Wanda to see, and she wanted to hurt Wanda. She then looked down. "If it makes you feel better. Mel punched me in the nose." Anne muttered.
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Post by Ian O'Shea on Jul 7, 2010 19:16:02 GMT -5
Ian looked up to examine her nose. It was red and puffy, but he didnt think it was broken. "Are you ok?" he said, taking one of his hands and running it through his hair. He felt bad for causing all of this."How much does it hurt?" he said, examining her nose. He sighed and turned towards her, getting closer. He made sure her nose was straight before he softly touched it."Tell me when it hurts."he said, softly poking it.
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Post by Anne Caroline Patterson on Jul 7, 2010 19:28:40 GMT -5
Anne flinched and pulled back a bit. "That hurt." She muttered before sighing and placing her hand on his and pushing it down gently. "Ian. Don't worry about me. After all. It's my fault that this happened." She sighed leaning against the wall and bringing her knees up to her chest and looking at Ian. "I am sorry." She whispered and looked down at her shoes.
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Post by Ian O'Shea on Jul 7, 2010 19:34:24 GMT -5
Ian frowned when she sat down and said sorry. "It isnt your fault but it is your fault.Why did you do that?" he said, picking up her hand and holding it in his. He was mystified on why she did. He didnt expect that to happen, and Wanda to see. He never wanted this to happena nd Wanda and Mel to hate him. He wondered if Jared had heard.
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Post by Anne Caroline Patterson on Jul 7, 2010 19:40:35 GMT -5
Anne blushed softly that it didn't stand out on her skin when he held her hand. "Because I like you. I don't know why I choose to kiss you then. That was a little stupid of me." She muttered and placed her head on her knees.
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Post by Ian O'Shea on Jul 7, 2010 19:52:42 GMT -5
Ian smiled slightly. She liked him. But didnt she know that he was with Wanda? She had to have known. She had taken into consideration hurting Wanda's feelings. He didnt know when she had started to like him but he blushed to. He felt bad for thinking of her wrong. It was simply just a crush. "You didnt have to kiss me." he said in a small voice.
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Post by Anne Caroline Patterson on Jul 7, 2010 20:02:28 GMT -5
Anne nodded and looked at him. "I know I shouldn't have." She muttered before patting his arm. "I am sorry." She said clearly, before adding "I would go apologize to Wanda, but Mel probably won't let me in the same room as Wanda." She explained with a short humorless laugh.
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Post by Ian O'Shea on Jul 7, 2010 20:26:28 GMT -5
Ian sighed again and turned towards her. "Well, what you did was wrong. Wanda is.....fragile. She doesnt need that." he said, letting go of her hands. He was getting mad at Anne. She might have ruined him and Wanda. He hoped she didnt. He didnt think he could go on if she did.
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Post by Anne Caroline Patterson on Jul 7, 2010 20:48:00 GMT -5
Anne stood up dusting her pants off. "I know. Wanda's fragile. That's all anyone says about her." Anne said, annoyed now. She stared at him putting her hands on her hips. "Did she ever ask to be fragile? No." Anne said, not knowing why she was defending the soul.
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