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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Nov 21, 2013 4:43:36 GMT
 Rowan hated high school. She hated being in tenth grade, she hated being sixteen, and most of all she hated all the girls in her grade. They were backstabbing whores, and the exact reason that most of her friends were boys.
They were at her home, a place with way too much room for just three people. Salem and Lance were staying for the weekend, it was late Friday night, and her parents didn't mind. They trusted her enough to let both boys stay in her room.
She was in a simple t-shirt and a pair of boxers. They sat on the floor next to the bed, a gamecube controller in each of their hands. "Motherfucker." She mumbled as Lance and Salem found more emeralds than her in Sonic Adventure 2. "You assholes suck." She mock pouted. "I'm hungry guys, wanna go raid the kitchen?"
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Nov 21, 2013 5:33:54 GMT
Lance really wasn't one for making friends, especially a lot of them. It was a miracle that the friends he had were even still around. For that reason alone, he knew they were keepers for life. If they could be around his sarcastic mouth every day and still allow him to come over and spend time with them, let him eat their food, and play video games with them almost every night, then hell... Maybe he wasn't as bad as he thought himself to be?
He grinned at the insult, finding it funny instead of offensive, and continued to whoop her ass at the video game they were playing. "Hey, it's not my fault you suck at this."
When Rowan mentioned food, he almost immediately put the controller down and stood to his feet, "Hell yeah, I'm hungry. What do you have in there to eat, anyway? Something good I hope." He grinned at her, giving his bare chest a soft scratch. Just like Rowan, Lance, too, donned the boxers, though his were covered in little smilie faces. Ironic, considering who was wearing them.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2013 5:50:00 GMT
Salem jumped at Rowan's suggestion, tossing his controller aside with an irritated glance at the screen as he stretched. It probably had something to do with Lance beating him. Salem had always been something of a sore loser and a braggart of a winner.
He caught Rowan's eye behind Lance's back, giving a pointed roll of his eyes before he stood up from where he was perched on the edge of the bed.
"More importantly," he added. "You got anything to drink?"
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ah sorry for the wait bbies <3
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Dec 30, 2013 5:49:13 GMT
| "I do not suck, I can honestly tell you that." She crossed her arms over her chest, still pretending to be mad over losing. It didn't bother her though, it was just a game after all. She placed her controller down at her feet and stretched her arms. She had a pain in her shoulder, probably from slouching forward.
"Got nothing home-made, dad's been getting night shifts in the ER. We all know that my mom can't cook for shit." She scratched her noise, she never understood how a nose could get so fucking itchy. "We have those ramen packet things, and left over Italian." And things that could probably make a meal, but Rowan never bothered to cook, it was too much work for her.
She stood up, and looked at Lance. "Wine, that kind that tastes like sparkling grape juice." She could never remember the names of any of those brands. "And soda, lots and lots of soda."
"Come on dickwads, let's head to the kitchen."
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THE WORDS ARE DANCING ON MY TONGUE AND I CAN'T GET THEM OUT. SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME, I MIGHT BE DROWNING IN IN YOUR AWKWARD EYES.
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