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Post by Shasta Cohen on Sept 8, 2007 20:28:29 GMT -5
"yes you are. YOu're way to good for me but I want you... I'm selfish like that." She smiled as she was pulled into both of his arms.
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Post by Matthew Amsterdam on Sept 8, 2007 20:31:04 GMT -5
Matt smiled. "Well you can have me, Shasta. You can be selfish all you want." He said, nodding for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.
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Post by Shasta Cohen on Sept 8, 2007 20:32:58 GMT -5
((Should he find the stash in her pocket?))
"Yay!" She kissed him lightly in responce. "That's it, you're mine now." HEr smile turned to a slightly evil smirk as she eased herself into his lap.
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Post by Matthew Amsterdam on Sept 8, 2007 20:35:23 GMT -5
Matthew smiled again, and he kissed her back, just as lightly as she had done to him. As she sat herself upon his lap, he kept his arms wrapped around her, but he placed them on her waist. "Mhmm, I sure am."
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Post by Shasta Cohen on Sept 8, 2007 20:41:06 GMT -5
((I think so and then she can promise him to try and stay clean...))
"And I'm all yours. Ain't I?" She smiled putting her hands on top of his as the were around her waist.
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Post by Matthew Amsterdam on Sept 8, 2007 20:44:16 GMT -5
[Ok. But how should he find out?]
Matthew nodded. "You sure are. All mine." He said, leaning forward to kiss her.
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Post by Shasta Cohen on Sept 8, 2007 20:48:14 GMT -5
She tilted her head back so he could reach her lips and kissed him. As his hands rested on her waist she prayed they didn't move to find what was hiding in her jeans pocket. Shasta knew he'd hate her habbit... but she couldn't quit, the high felt so good.
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Post by Matthew Amsterdam on Sept 8, 2007 21:03:01 GMT -5
As the kiss went on, Matt ran his hands up and down Shasta's waist. One of them went past her jeans pocket, and he felt something a bit lumpy in there, and he heard a sound that sounded like a bag was in there. He ran his hand over it again, and it was the same noise, and the same feel. He broke away from the kiss, and he turned his gaze to her jeans pockets. "What's in there?" He asked, taking his hand and having it linger over the pocket. After a bit, he slipped his hand in her pocket, and pulled out a bag. He looked at it, and was surprised as to what was in it.. He shook his head, and looked at Shasta. "What the hell are you doing with Weed?"
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Post by Shasta Cohen on Sept 9, 2007 8:05:09 GMT -5
Still concious of what was in her pocket she let him run his hands down her waist as they kissed, but then his hand hit the pocket. Then it hit the pocket again... this wasn't good. Shit, now he knows, Shasta was dreding this moment, she didn't want to quit her habbit but she also didn't want to quit being with Matt.
"I smoke it... helps ease some pain. You should try it, very soothing."
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Post by Matthew Amsterdam on Sept 9, 2007 12:55:58 GMT -5
Matthew looked from Shasta, to the bag of Weed, then back to Shasta. "Eases pain? What pain? And hell no I don't want to try it!" He said. He lowered his eyes, looking hurt. Because he was. Why would ANYONE want to do something as stupid as Weed? What pain was there that it needed to ease? And in any case, Weed was not the solution to solve the problem.
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Sept 9, 2007 20:20:23 GMT -5
"Yes it helps me relax." She said bluntly... which was true, she really needed to relax most the time because everything piled up on her quick.
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Post by Matthew Amsterdam on Sept 9, 2007 20:34:00 GMT -5
Matthew was speechless. As much as he liked, maybe even loved, Shasta, he despised drugs. He hated them! He looked away from Shasta, and he eyed the ground, not saying anything. He didn't want to look at Shasta at that moment.
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Sept 9, 2007 20:36:02 GMT -5
"YOu hate me don't yoU?" She asked letting her head fall as she took a deep breath... "Matt you have no idea what I go through everyday, the things I have to do to survive. It helps me level, keep calm."
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Post by Matthew Amsterdam on Sept 9, 2007 20:39:58 GMT -5
Matthew shook his head, and he opened his mouth so speak, his voice suddenly soft. "No I don't hate you. I hate what you're doing." He said, still not looking at her. He sighed. "What do you go through, Shasta, that makes you do this?"
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Sept 9, 2007 20:46:13 GMT -5
"I work 12 hour shifts every day and that barely gets the rent payed, not to mention my apartment is too small for me, Rayne and Twitch but I can't do nothing about it because it's the best thing I can get. Then I have mounds of homework, not to mention detention, throw in you and I can't breath." She curled into a ball on his lap and put her head on his shoulder.
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