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Post by jamison on Jul 10, 2012 0:17:31 GMT -5
jamie picks up the phone from the wooden dresser by his bed, surfing through his contacts until he finds her name. he clicks ring and lifts the phone to his ear, waiting for her to pick up. when she finally does, he interjects before she can speak. "did you miss the sound of my voice?" |
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Post by desiree ryan sinclair on Jul 10, 2012 0:24:54 GMT -5
 desiree's eyes flicker back open as she feels the vibration through the bedspread. she rolls over, reaching to grab the phone from its position on the other end of her large bed, and sees his name flash across the screen. she smiles - just barely, a hint, and swipes to answer, taking in breath for her own greeting, when his cuts hers off. she lets out a breathy giggle, pointing her toes and stretching a bit. "how did you know?" she asks sarcastically. the stretch through her back makes a little hum behind her lips, and desiree relaxes, staring up at the ceiling fan and light. |
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Post by jamison on Jul 10, 2012 0:28:40 GMT -5
he makes a light sound that sounds like the beginning of a laugh at her response, and shrugs his shoulders, settling down onto his bed. "i know everything," he sarcastically replies, laughing, before continuing. "how are you, miss sinclair?" he asks, his voice light and playful. |
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Post by desiree ryan sinclair on Jul 10, 2012 0:31:04 GMT -5
desiree pulls herself up into a sitting position, tucking her legs in and running her fingers over her ankle absentmindedly, before snorting at his comment. "i'm alright, actually. kind of a long day, but i'll live. and you, mister frasier?" |
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Post by jamison on Jul 10, 2012 0:33:42 GMT -5
he smiles as she speaks, throwing himself backward onto his bed, letting it catch him. "long day doing what? pestering people?" his voice is teasing, but not in his usual sarcastic way. instead, his tone is lighter, playful. he groans when she asks about his day though. "i spent the day out with blayke. doing fun stuff." he snorts at his own comment, running a hand through his brown hair. |
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Post by desiree ryan sinclair on Jul 10, 2012 0:43:05 GMT -5
he teases her - like usual, and desiree does nothing but smile. "yes, a long day pestering people. no, i just had a lot to do. worked and stuff." he mentions hhis activities with blayke, and she pauses. blayke, the cheerleader? "blayke?" is all she asks, a tiny bit suspicious. not jealous - of course not. |
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Post by jamison on Jul 10, 2012 0:45:23 GMT -5
he laughs at her first words - the thought of desiree working at all, mostly, but his laugh drops when she speaks again. "yeah. you know, short, blonde, annoying." he's being sarcastic again and snorts to himself. "we're friends." best friends. |
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Post by desiree ryan sinclair on Jul 10, 2012 0:49:57 GMT -5
"oh." desiree nods (registering friends in her system), pursing her lips earnestly and then inhaling, preparing for a change of subject. "so. any other major plans before school starts?" des didn't have any of her own. |
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Post by jamison on Jul 10, 2012 0:52:19 GMT -5
"oh?" he echoes her, but his comes out as a question instead. his brown eyes drift to the ceiling, and before he can think it over much, she's speaking again. "no, not really." he was reminded, quietly, why he'd called. "are you busy on friday night?" |
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Post by desiree ryan sinclair on Jul 10, 2012 0:55:52 GMT -5
he echoes her, and desiree shrugs it off, not wanting him to get a big head because of the small flare of jealousy. he says he doesn't have any other plans, and she stays quiet for a moment. it's nice not feeling like she's forced to spew out meaningless words. and then he asks about her schedule on friday. she smiles, and you can hear it in her voice. "as a matter of fact, i am not. did you have something in mind?" |
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Post by jamison on Jul 10, 2012 1:19:36 GMT -5
he grins as she speaks. "do you by any chance like rollercoasters and pizza?" his tone is still light and playful, and he's smiling through the phone. he can hear her smile, too, and it relieves him a little. |
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Post by desiree ryan sinclair on Jul 10, 2012 1:24:30 GMT -5
his question takes her off guard, and all desiree can do is let out a laugh. desiree sinclair, riding roller coasters and eating pizza? who would have thought it? and really, desiree couldn't remember the last time she had ridden a roller coaster. it had to be even before she was a teenager. "um." she gives another small laugh and falls backwards again onto her pillows. "definitely the pizza part," she jokes and shakes her head. "actually, that sounds like a blast." |
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Post by jamison on Jul 10, 2012 1:28:34 GMT -5
he starts to get a little nervous as she laughs on the other end, biting his lip. even as she says it sounds good, he's still a little nervous, wondering whether she's just saying that. "are you sure?" he pauses briefly. "i could take you out for a nice dinner or something instead. i know you don't really like that other stuff and i didn't really think before i said anything.." he rambles quietly, before pausing and biting his lip again, feeling embarrassed. |
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Post by desiree ryan sinclair on Jul 10, 2012 1:34:46 GMT -5
she is surprised by his slightly worried tone, and even more so when he talks about nice dinners. "no, no, jamie," she rushes to reassure, and stops because a laugh spills from her lips. "it sounds like a blast. and plus, i could ask any normal guy for a nice dinner." she admires that he wasn't one of them. "i'd much prefer your style." her smile is audible again. |
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Post by jamison on Jul 10, 2012 1:39:20 GMT -5
he smiles as she speaks, feeling a little less worried. he rubs his forehead, before finally speaking. "alright.. awesome." he pauses briefly. "okay, well that's pretty much all i've wanted to say and so i'm going to hang up before we awkwardly run out of things to talk about." he grins as he speaks, laughing a little bit. "goodnight, desiree." he doesn't hang up, and instead waits. |
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Post by desiree ryan sinclair on Jul 10, 2012 1:42:10 GMT -5
he seems to accept her answer, and then suggests they hangup prior to awkward silences. desiree giggles again, shaking her head. only jamie. "you run out of things to say?!" she asks incredulously, only to laugh and close her eyes. he says goodnight. "night, jamie." she pauses a fraction of a second longer, and pulls her phone away from her ear, ending the call with a wide smile, and rolls over into her pillows. |
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