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Post by Jordan Parker on Oct 8, 2007 20:28:53 GMT -5
Jordan watched the flame. He shook his head. He wasn't going to move. He didn't want his sister seeing that dude. No way in hell was he going to move.
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Post by Evie Parker on Oct 8, 2007 20:33:13 GMT -5
Evie moved the flame about an inch from his ear, close enough to feel it and far enough away from his mouth so he couldn't blow it out. Looking through the small crack in the blinds made her smile, she saw Logan standing there with her bag.
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Post by Jordan Parker on Oct 8, 2007 20:34:47 GMT -5
Jordan had no problem with fire, according to his past experiences with fire. He didn't care if it was an inch from his ear. He liked the warmth.. and he really could care less if she burned him. Not like he hasn't burned himself with fire before.
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Post by Evie Parker on Oct 8, 2007 20:43:21 GMT -5
Evie lit his hair on fire with a smile as the sweet scent of burning hairspray hit the air. HE surely would move to put it out, and then sweet freedom to Logan.
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Post by Jordan Parker on Oct 8, 2007 20:45:02 GMT -5
As it has been said, Jordan had no problem with fire. He turned to look at Evie, and he shrugged. He lifted his hands up and smacked his head a few times, still pressing himself against the door. He also shook his head, and smacked it a few more times, and the fire was out. He shrugged, and looked back at Evie, smirking.
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Post by Evie Parker on Oct 8, 2007 20:47:13 GMT -5
Evie did not like this... Jordan was supposed to hate fire. Enough was enough, Evie kicked his special spot and waited for him to fall to the ground in pain.
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Post by Jordan Parker on Oct 8, 2007 20:54:16 GMT -5
Ok, this Jordan did not like. He doubled-over and fell to the ground. He had done all he could; he tolerated the fire, but just like any other guy, he couldn't stand being kicked in the 'special area'. He didn't want to let his sister get to that maniac, so he tried his best to stand up without falling over again. He finally managed, and he saw Evie going for the door. He shook his head and waddled over in front of her, once again blocking the door from her. He then bent down a little bit and covered his 'area' with his hands, but being sure to guard his sister from the door.
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Post by Evie Parker on Oct 8, 2007 21:01:15 GMT -5
Evie hit her head with her hand. Duh.. the back door. Before Jordan could even think of that possibility she ran though the house, out the backdoor into the yard and then she jumpped the fence so she could get tot he front yard and to Logan. KNocking on the front door she smirked and waved at what would be her brother looking through the peep hole.
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Post by Logan Chey on Oct 8, 2007 21:12:28 GMT -5
Logan had been debating on wether or not to throw open the door the whole time. The sound of struggle was a bit alarming; one did not expect such a thing when knocking on a door. The absence of screams didnt surprise him, though. This was Evie. And just as he thought of her, Evie rounded the corner of the house and flung herself onto him. Logan grabbed her and held her at arms length. "Evie, what the hell is going on? Were you in a fight? Why didnt anyone open the door? What the..." The was a slight groan of pain coming from the other side of the door. He looked at Evie suspiciously. "Evieeee.....what did you do?"
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Post by Jordan Parker on Oct 8, 2007 21:16:52 GMT -5
Jordan sighed, and he turned and looked out of the peephole, seeing his sister being held by that Logan person. He growled angrily, and he threw open the door. "Dana-Eve Maria Lynn Parker!" He loved to torment her with her full name. He then turned to Logan. "Hey! Get away from my sister, NOW!" He said, stepping out onto the Porch and stepping in front of Logan, backing Evie away from Logan. Logan was much taller and bulkier than he was, but Jordan didn't care. He would do anything at all to protect his sister.
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Post by Logan Chey on Oct 8, 2007 21:24:23 GMT -5
Logan glared angerly as he and Evie were separated. "You have no right to tell me or Evie what to do!" He growled, suddenly extreamly pissed. But he took a step away from Jordan, trying to control his temper. This was not a good way to win over her brother. "I get it, your her brother," He said, his voice a little more calm. "But she is old enough to decide for herself what to do."
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Post by Jordan Parker on Oct 8, 2007 21:31:09 GMT -5
Jordan shrugged. "I can't tell you what to do, but I can try and protect my sister from people like you. I know I know nothing about you, but from what I saw in the Art Room, I can already tell I won't like you.. and I don't." He turned his head a little bit to try and get a glimpse of Evie. "And I'll be telling Aunt and Uncle about what you've been hanging around with." He then turned back to Logan, and he growled.
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Post by Evie Parker on Oct 8, 2007 22:25:17 GMT -5
Evie watched intently, watched the boys argue, watched herself being forbade to see Logan by her brother, watched as Jordan tried to do what he thought was right, but now was time for action. With two quick movements, she hit Jordan on the back of the head and then flung herself back into Logans arms and she kissed his cheek. With a smile she took Logans hands, put them around her waist and held them in front of her.
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Post by Jordan Parker on Oct 8, 2007 23:08:06 GMT -5
Jordan was hit on the back of the head by his own sister. He stepped back and looked at her in the arms of that Logan person. He sighed sadly, and his hatred toward Logan only grew. Evie had never acted like this, and one guy changed it all. And as his hatred for Logan grew, some little part of him hated his own sister, too. So with his hand on the back of his head, he turned and walked inside. But before he closed the door, he looked at both of them and said, "I f**k**g hate both of you." Then he slammed the door shut and walked away.
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Post by Logan Chey on Oct 9, 2007 14:21:32 GMT -5
Logan stared down at Evie in shock and amazement. Everything had happened so quickly, first with Evie hitting Jordan, and then the harsh words. He shook his head. "Evie, I think we could have worked something out. At least your brother was only mad at me before."
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