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Post by Bails on Sept 29, 2008 15:42:55 GMT -5
Isla was sneaking out of her room. Mom and Uncle Caleb were sound asleep by now and wouldn't notice that she was gone. The only one who could have noticed was Aunt CJ but she'd been gone for a few years now, having moved back to California with Uncle Abbott. Yup, a lot of things had changed in the seemingly short six years she'd been with her family.
Landon was waiting for her. The two of them had been hanging out more lately- Not that she minded. He'd always been her close friend and it was cool that she could keep up the friendship. Her Dad teased her it was something more. But it wasn't. Not that she knew of at least...
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Post by landon on Sept 29, 2008 15:48:08 GMT -5
Landon of course was waiting for her. When wasn't he waiting for her? outside school, at break, he was always there, when she wanted him to be of course. he didn't do the whole late thing, something about being 2% bird.
Tonight he waited, perched on her garden gate. He often spent time outside, sleeping not being something he was big on doing for long periods of time, an hour here, twenty minutes there, but now he sat and waited, swinging his legs on the wooden fence.
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Post by Isla Brackner on Sept 29, 2008 15:50:56 GMT -5
"Hey, birdman." She came over, leaning on the fence posts beside him. "Funny to see you around here." Yup, she had inherited CJ's vernacular.
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Post by landon on Sept 29, 2008 15:52:38 GMT -5
Landon raised an Eyebrow, slipping form the fence. "And Landon, caught again without the witty remark." he smiled. "Hey La." Ye, everyone else seemed to call her Is, so he called her La, to be different. Lala, when he was teasing her.
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Post by Isla Brackner on Sept 29, 2008 15:57:06 GMT -5
She laughed at her nickname. Only he called her that. "Whatcha wanna do tonight, Pinky?" Yup, she'd found some mortal cartoons and Pinky and the Brain was her favorite.
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Post by landon on Sept 29, 2008 15:58:24 GMT -5
Landon laughed with her. "He doesn't know, Your the brain." he pointed out with a grin, swinging open the gate.
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Post by Isla Brackner on Sept 29, 2008 15:59:15 GMT -5
She looped arms with him, "Swim?"
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Post by landon on Sept 29, 2008 16:00:52 GMT -5
"Sounds good. Run?" He meant run there of course. "Or fly?"
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