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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on Nov 27, 2005 18:05:20 GMT -5
Shane
She shrugged as she helped Parker into his seat and handed him a glass of orange juice.
"I don't know and I don't care."
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Nov 27, 2005 22:05:48 GMT -5
Dylan
Rubbing her face as she caught what her aunt and sister said.
"Well, well...I'm home and awake."
She sighed.
"If anyone cared! Pres...Parker! How's it going little ones?"
She smiled as she handed Preston her glass of O.J.
"I'll get myself some more." Walking to the fridge she got a cup and poured it in. Taking her seat at the table.
"What's for breakfast?"
She glanced over at Shane. Dylan then shook her head and drank her O.J.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on Nov 27, 2005 23:03:23 GMT -5
Shane
"Why don't you just look. It could help you out, you know, opening your eyes a little."
Her tone was a mixture of satire, sarcasm, and anger towards her sister.
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Nov 28, 2005 1:13:09 GMT -5
Dylan
Chuckling a little she got up.
"I think this is an occasion for coffee instead and did I ask for your little comment?."
Looking at Shane. Pouring and rinsing her cup she sighed getting some coffee and then sitting back down.
"I don't know why you are so pissed at me! I didn't tell you to stay out all night. Did I?"
She raised an eyebrow at Shane and then sipped her coffee.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on Nov 28, 2005 15:39:45 GMT -5
Shane
She rolled her eyes and stood up in a huff.
"Just forget it. You don't understand." She headed back upstairs.
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Post by Lynette Scavo on Nov 28, 2005 15:56:18 GMT -5
Lynette
::She decided not to ask about what was going on inbetween her nieces. Instead, Lynette answered Dylan's question.::
"I care, Dyl. And breakfast is sausage, eggs, pancakes, and toast. Butter optional." she smiled.
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Nov 28, 2005 18:51:11 GMT -5
Dylan
Sighing she nodded.
"Be back!"
Rushing out the kitchen she caught Shane at the steps.
"I don't understand huh? Make me understand."
She stepped on the steps with her sister.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on Nov 28, 2005 21:11:20 GMT -5
Shane
"Dylan, you just don't get it. It's not just you. It's everyone. Nobody here understands me, including you."
She held up a hand as if to silence her sister before she could rebuke her statement.
"No matter how much you think you do, you don't. We're different and you keep getting in my way. You complain about dad, who I happen to think is a good guy. A little dedicated to his job, yes, but it's not like he abandons us. It's like you think I'm a carbon copy of you and I'm not. Okay? So can you just back off?!"
She pushed her sister out of her way gently and turned around, grabbing her backpack and heading for the front door.
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Nov 29, 2005 0:41:47 GMT -5
Dylan
She was a tad heated...and a tad hurt. Using her telekinesis she moved Shane back to her and threw her backpack on the ground.
"Listen up! I don't make you out to be nothing but who you are. Dad, good guy, but still I feel like he abandoned us."
Breathing out she threw her hands in the air out of frustration.
"You have no idea what I went through or how I'm dealing. You say I don't understand you...well explain and let me understand. I'm in your way? HOW IS THAT!?"
Wanting to just orb away she felt she had to finally get everything off her chest.
"I FEEL ABANDONED...I didn't ask you to feel that way. I didn't want to live here...grow-up here. You need to know that everything I do or feel isn't because of YOU!"
Shaking her head she walked towards the steps.
"Maybe it's you who doesn't understand me." She then went up the stairs.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on Nov 29, 2005 11:39:31 GMT -5
Shane
She looked over at her aunt who was about to say something and she just scoffe, picked up her bag and headed for the door. Shane was angry at her sister and herself at the same time and talking about it wasn't going to make her feel any better.
She didn't even feel like going to the sports store. Instead, she was going to head out to hang with her friends, and maybe get a little drunk. she just needed not to feel at the moment.
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Nov 29, 2005 18:09:52 GMT -5
Dylan
Plopping down on her bed she made the most irritated noise.
"Why am I always the screw up!"
Breathing out she shook her head hitting her bed.
"Let's say that it's in your genes. But you'll grow out of it!"
Smiling he came and sat down next to her.
"Who are you?" She was oddly calm and not scared, she wanted to cry but held it back.
"I'm Jason. Your whitelighter...and friend if you need it."
His big bright blue eyes staring back at her. He had a calming to him that Dylan never had and that made her attracted.
"Uh, ok. I don't really feel like talking. I don't need a whitelighter, if anyone does, it's Shane. She's the one who drinks...so do I but that's beside the point."
She thought to herself as Jason laid back with her on the bed. She was gonna say something but didn't as they laid there in peace. Something Dylan was afraid of and she never knew why.
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Post by Lynette Scavo on Nov 29, 2005 21:31:40 GMT -5
Lohan
::She looked between the door and the stairs. She got up, head turned to head for the stairs.::
Lynette
"Lohan, I wouldn't." she warned her, but not sternly. "I don't think Dylan or Shane want to talk to anyone right now."
Lohan
::Nodding, she sat back down.::
"Got it." she sighed. "I don't get why they're always at each other's throats, but maybe that's just because I don't have a sister around."
Lynette
"You're right."
I'll finish this post later.
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Nov 29, 2005 22:43:32 GMT -5
Dylan
Ever few minutes she would glance Jason's way just to see his eyes closed.
"So, when are you leaving?"
She turned her head looking at him. Finally opening his eyes he turned and looked at her.
"Whenever u don't need me anymore."
He stayed staring at her, not looking in any direction. She felt a little blush come but held it back.
"Well, I...I...I don't need you anymore. Ok?"
Closing her eyes tears stained her face as all she could do was sit there and weep. Jason moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. Gently stroking her hair.
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Post by Lynette Scavo on Nov 30, 2005 5:20:36 GMT -5
Lynette
::She stopped some nitpicking between the boys, and managed to feed the baby some food. After about 15 minutes, she looked over at Lohan.::
"Ok, I know you want to so go ahead."
Lohan
"You read my mind." she kind of smirked.
Lynette
"That's what I do." she smirked back.
Lohan
::Lohan dashed up the stairs, and knocked on Dylan's door.::
"Dylan, it's Lohan. Do you mind if I come in?"
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Nov 30, 2005 22:19:59 GMT -5
Dylan
Looking up towards the door she wiped her face as Jason helped her with that.
"You, uh...have to leave. That's my cousin."
She sniffled.
Nodding his head he smiled at her wiping her face again.
"Yea, I know. I'll come back later."
Reaching his hand to her face a tissue appeared and he handed it to her.
"See ya."
Orbing out with a smiled Dyla wanted to smile but didn't have it in her. Sniffling one last time she threw the tissue on the ground and cleared her throat.
"Come in, Lohan."
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