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Post by Justin Adylin on Jul 12, 2009 14:00:09 GMT 2
Word Count: 145
Status: Complete
Kristina took him by the arm, leading him over to the area where they stored the vegetables. Some weren't in the fridges, rather being stored in open baskets with some kind of weighing thing near them. He eyed it, cocking one eyebrow then looking at Kris as she spoke.
Uh...
He fumbled in his pockets, feeling around all of them until he found the list. It wasn't too crumpled. He opened it up, sticking his tongue out a bit in concentration as he eyed the list of different foods.
All of the vegetables under the sun apparently.
He joked, eyeing the long list then looking over at Kris. His eyes stayed on her for a lingering moment, his lips parting a bit and then he cleared his throat.
Any idea what a...
He looked a bit closer at the list.
Sweet potatoe looks like?
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Post by alyc on Jul 12, 2009 18:44:07 GMT 2
She giggled at the face he made as he looked at the list, and looked around, trying to decide what to make for dinner. She heard him talking, and looked back, smiling softly. When she heard his question, her eyes grew slightly wider. "Sweet potato?" she asked, astonished. "You don't know what a sweet potato looks like?" she asked, her jaw hanging loose. "Do you live under a rock?" she asked, her blue eyes on his, her eyebrow raised. Where was this boy from? He seemed lost in her alien world.
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Post by Justin Adylin on Jul 13, 2009 19:52:32 GMT 2
Word Count: 122
Status: Complete
Lyrics: American Idiot by Green Day
Kristina's eyes had widened and despite his larger-than-life ego, he felt like he'd lost out on something. Was it really that obvious? It came on a plate - 'nuff said.
A diamond rock, yeah.
He replied cockily, although his smile was a bit playful.
Don't want to be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
This stuff comes on a plate. Never used to be more to it until now. Unless of course it involved sneaking cereal out of the cupboard in the middle of the day.
Not that anyone actually minded the last part. Justin shrugged, then looked back at the list. He laughed whilst shaking his head.
I told them that it was dangerous to send me out here.
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Post by alyc on Jul 13, 2009 22:18:56 GMT 2
She rolled her eyes at his cocky comment, not caring one bit. She was very obviously not impressed by money, or where someone grew up. That doesn't make a person.
She slightly wondered if he really didn't know what a sweet potato was, or he just wanted her to help him. She quickly passed over the thought, she wasn't that interesting to be around, especially not to a pretty boy like him.
Kris shook her head, looking around quickly, she found the sweet potato's. "How many do you need?" she asked, looking back at him, and watching his eyes.
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Post by Justin Adylin on Jul 14, 2009 16:43:35 GMT 2
Word Count: 288
Status: Complete
Justin had been brought up with wealth and despite the fact that his parents had tried to steer him away from becoming self-centered, it just hadn't worked. So, what happened? Thirteen, that's what. He became a teenager and when his friends changed, he did too. He had been a good guy up until then but he didn't change for the best. He became a little selfish and money just wasn't an issue. He got into a circle of rich brats for friends and let it go to his head. He could have been the good guy again but he chose not to. With B, the "love of his life", Justin had behaved for a while. But their relationship ended and he changed again. Now, standing alongside Kristina, he was reminded of how out of touch with normal things he was.
Six.
He eyed the plastic bags all rolled up on a roll. He read the sign above it then after tackling the deadly plastic bags, managed to get one off.
Success.
He laughed with an animated, evil tone. Then he looked at Kris. He really could act the fool. He counted sweet six potatoes, which Kris had pointed out to him. As he was doing so, he spoke again.
So, got your own place?
He paused.
Don't answer that if I was a bit forward.
He apologized, tying a knot on the top of the bag and getting it weighed. The girl operating it was young, maybe sixteen. She looked at him and batted her eyelashes. Although Justin smiled back, there wasn't much of flirtation in it. He was looking at Kristina by that point, looking somewhat normal without all the goofy faces or masked voices. Just JT. |
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Post by alyc on Jul 14, 2009 20:24:39 GMT 2
She watched him struggle with the bags, and giggled, getting one for herself, deciding she would get some Irish Potato's, and make baked potato's, steak, and corn for dinner. She watched him tied the bag, and eyed the flirting teenager, rolling her eyes before handing the girl her bag.
Once it was weighed she put it in her cart, moving it around his to find the corn. She glanced at him, thinking about his question. "No, I live with my grandparents." she said, suddenly a little embarased by the the fact. "Me and my brother do..." she said, moving to the other side of the baskets of vegetables. "What else do you need?" she asked, counting out ears of corn, enough for the whole family. She got seven, and used the scale close, herself.
She watched him, and looked at his list. "Do you have your own place?" she asked, out of curiousity. He didn't seem like he would be one to live on a ranch or anything, so why was he here.
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Post by Justin Adylin on Jul 14, 2009 21:11:48 GMT 2
Word Count: 250
Status: Complete
Justin watched her, not daring to lean against her trolley because of the -landing-flat-on-her-butt episode. He had left his basket on the floor and picked it up. He didn't really want to know what kind of grummy hands had been on it. Once you'd seen what happened in clubs and been in them often enough, germs aren't quite the issue. He dropped the bag in the basket, packing up on a few other vegetables that he actually knew. Then he turned towards the fruit section. Justin referred to the list.
The usual. Apples, grapes and what not. Nothing particularly exciting.
He looked up at her next question.
Yeah.
Then he paused, sighing and shaking his head.
Used to, I mean. Had my own place before I came out here. Now I'm boarding with my gran. With my sister. So we're in the same place.
He smiled, despite the fact that the shine in his eye had dulled. Once again he was reminded about how he didn't want to be in Westin. He wanted to be around his sister but not Westin - a small town without the kind of life that Justin was used to.
It can happen any other time so I suppose it ain't so bad.
He leaned in to her, lowering his voice to a whisper comically.
Too bad its a rule that you have to walk around the house with clothes on.
He joked, grinning cheekily when he leant away from her.
The good old days! |
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Post by alyc on Jul 17, 2009 22:33:50 GMT 2
Kris stared at him, suddenly stuck with the image of him naked in her head. She smirked, as she looked away, blushing. Great, now the rest of the shopping would be awkward. She smirked, the image of him wasn't that unappealing. He obviously took great care of himself, and she didn't mind the thought.
She stood waiting for him to get the rest of the fruits and vegetables. She saw the little girl, still watching Justin, and it made her smirk, she was probably picturing the same thing, maybe taking it a bit farther than Kris did, but she was getting there, if she didn't get a distraction... She wondered if he had a girlfriend back, wherever he was from.
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Post by Justin Adylin on Jul 19, 2009 15:18:20 GMT 2
Word Count: 194
Status: Complete
When Kristina looked away from him, Justin took a little satisfaction in it. He had been waiting for that reaction, which was exactly why he had said he. Justin was bold when he spoke and his sister denied knowing him for it, but it was all in good fun.
Freedom of movement.
He held up a fist in the air, like he was protesting, but in the end Justin laughed, shaking his head and looking up at Kristina.
Okay, I'm stopping right there.
He continued to laugh, eventually letting it die down. He heard the girlish giggle of the girl by the baskets of vegetables. Behind the melons, to be exact. Justin cracked a lopsided smile, his eyes shining again. He walked on with Kristina, taking one or two things along the way. Time to hit the next aisle.
Do you think you'd let me take you out sometime? To thank you for putting up with all this.
Justin had started out looking ahead, one hand in his jeans pocket. Hell, he'd already gotten a naked image of himself in her head, what other kind of harm could he do to the poor woman? |
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Post by alyc on Jul 20, 2009 5:25:03 GMT 2
Kris looked up at him, still a little red. She watched his eyes as he asked her out to...where ever. She bit her lip, thinking about it. Why shouldn't she? It would be a nice change. "Ok, but, you have to come to dinner at my house." she said, offering her hand to shake on it.
She thought a second. "And no talking about yourself naked, you'll give Carla a heart attack." she said, smiling up at him. "And Ashley would get rather pissed..." she said, giggling a bit at the idea of her brother turning red and leaving the table as Kris fantasized. Pa, of course, would just agree. But that was Pa.
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Post by Justin Adylin on Jul 22, 2009 15:37:46 GMT 2
Word Count: 139
Status: Complete
Dinner at her house. Well, he'd have to take that as a rain check. She'd just turned his offer around on him. Justin looked down at her hand then with a smile on the edge of his lips, he shook her hand with one firm shake. Justin didn't have a smart ass comment to give Kristina when she warned him about not talking about himself being naked. He just laughed, shaking so hard that his hand held his stomach. He'd really have to try and remember that one.
Doesn't she have a sense of humour?
Justin had been talking about Ashley, who had just gone from male to female in Justin's head. Of course he would insult her brother without knowing it. Totally oblivious, he waited on an answer, looking rather amused when actually, he was being a dumbass. |
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Post by alyc on Jul 23, 2009 7:05:19 GMT 2
Her hand returned to her cart, and a broad smile spread over her lips. Her face fell, becoming very serious and stern. "Ashley is my brother." she said, rather mono-tone.
In all honesty, she didn't care one bit that he had called Ashley a girl. She actually found it quite hilarious. But, she had to have a little fun with him, right? She kept her cold stare on him, waiting for him to twitch.
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