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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 19:05:04 GMT
As kids, he'd always had the youngest Falk siblings over his house, and while Sonja normally was in the kitchen helping his mom, Indiana and Bjorn had found their own little cubby hole in the house. When he was younger, Indie always thought the giant room hidden in the library behind the largest bookcase, was the biggest room in the house, and as such, decided to use it as a hide-out with his best friend. Even now, it wasn't unusual to find the two of them in the library's hidden room on days where they should be doing homework.
He heard the creak from the hidden door opening, lifting himself up from his laying position, stubbing out he cigarette. As far as he knew, only his mum was home, and she hated him smoking. So when he saw the red-head of the twin to his girlfriend, he cursed in his native tongue. "What the fuck, Bjorn? I thought you were me mum. I just ruined a good cigarette!" He yelled at his friend as he jumped off the loft, landing on the pile of cushions.
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Post by BJORN FALK on Jan 23, 2014 0:16:25 GMT
“Indie. Why would I be your mom? Did you go around and tell everyone about our hideout? I’m disappointed in you.” Wearing a Cheshire grin, Bjorn plopped himself down on the cushion floor within the hidden room upon his being noticed.
Since he was very young, he and Indie had been friends. They spent a lot of time in the hidden room behind the large bookcase. It was something of a get away from real life, especially now that they were older. “Next you’ll be telling me you took my sister here.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2014 0:23:31 GMT
"Because my mum helped build the house and knows all the secret rooms" Indie admitted. He grabbed his cigarette again, sticking it in his mouth and lighting it up again. He blew smoke upwards, then glanced at his friend as he sprawled out on the floor. "I wouldn't care if she came in, just that I was smoking, and she doesn't really like me smoking in the house.. Or at all" He commented, laughing at his own comment.
His laugh turned a bit nervous at his comment, rubbing the back of his neck. Sure, Bjorn know he had a thing for his friend's sister. Well.. More like a full-blown relationship. And he wasn't sure if Sonja had even told him about them yet, or about the pregnancy. If she had, Indie was sure that Bjorn would be coming at his throat by now. "Hell no, bro. This is out place. I wouldn't bring a chick here" He said, taking a drag off his stick.
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Post by BJORN FALK on Feb 14, 2014 0:28:40 GMT
“Okay, bro. If that’s it then I’ll let you off the hook.” Bjorn knew how Indie’s mom was so he could sympathize with him. He almost wanted to ask for a cigarette himself. Nix wouldn’t be too happy with him if she smelled cigarettes on his breath though.
Bjorn was aware of his friend’s crush on his twin. A crush was a crush. He didn’t care as long as it didn’t go any further than that. Indie knew that. “Good. I’d be very upset.” He burst into a small fit of laughter. “So what’ve you been up to?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 3:51:28 GMT
Indie loved his mom, but some choices he had to make, and smoking was one of them. He didn't smoke to make him look cool, not at all. But, really, it was for stress and to keep from actually acting on his advances towards Bjorn's twin. Of course, the cigarettes didn't work, and at this point, his sister was pregnant. And that was one thing he wasn't going to tell Bjorn. He's head would be his best friends instead of on his shoulders.
He laughed a bit nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He stuck the cigarette into his mouth, stretching his arms upwards after a moment, hoping his stretch would mask his discomfort. He rolled his shoulders back before falling against the cushions behind him. "Other than my mum being on my ass about smoking and da buying me another carton, you can imagine the arguments between them" He commented, with a laugh of his own. He shook his head slightly. "My da's also thinking about surprising my mum with a puppy. A pit bull puppy, to be exactly." He commented, pulling his cigarette out of his mouth.
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