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Post by peter on Dec 4, 2010 22:57:01 GMT -5
 | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] The beef jerky was ripped from his mouth as Peter Patkins reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his cellphone. His brilliant blue eyes scanned the names in his contact list before he fell on the one he was looking for. He strolled down the lightly snow covered sidewalks, his red hair waving in the gentle breeze. It blew snowflakes into it as he walked, his large jaw chomping away at the jerk as he held the phone to his ear. Finally, at the sound of the line connecting, he commenced with his general annoyance.
"Tink, Tink, Tink, Tink, Tink, Tink, Tiiiiiink." He called to her, even though he was aware that she was on the other end, he didn't care. He shoved the rest of the last piece of jerky into his mouth with a dorky smirk on his handsome face. |
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Post by TINKA JADE BELMOUNT on Dec 4, 2010 23:28:01 GMT -5
 | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] Tinka rolled her eyes at the beeping of her phone. She was in the middle of watching the hills and someone was interrupting her. The jerk. Without moving her eyes from the screen, Tink reached to the couch next to her and picked up her phone. Only then did she look at the screen. Aw, Peter. A grin tugged on her lips as she pressed the accept button. Why did her heart jump at every mention of that boy? God, it was unfair. “Sup, loser?” She said into the phone. She could not let him know how happy she was to hear from him. “Lauren is fighting with Heidi, so hurry up.”
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Post by peter on Dec 4, 2010 23:35:03 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] It seemed that Tinka was always watching, reading, or doing something that drove Peter completely mad. The Hills? Really? He could give two shits. He actually despised reality television. Because none of it was realistic at all. It was all a joke. He rolled his eyes as he chewed the remainder of his jerky as he walked right in front of an oncoming car as it slammed on it's breaks to avoid him. The sound of it's horn blared through the air as Peter waved to the driver as if nothing happened and kept going. He got a hefty middle finger as the driver continued on, potentially with a new lump in their knickers. "I don't care about that, let's go out." He chimed, wrapping his arms around a light post and spun around it gently. "My apartment was closing in on me, we should go do something...fun. Heidi and Lauren fighting is hardly entertainment for me. So get off your tight little ass, put on a coat, and meet me outside." |
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Post by TINKA JADE BELMOUNT on Dec 4, 2010 23:42:54 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] Huh. Watch TV or go out with Pete? That choice was laughably easy. Of course it was Peter. In fact, that he had asked her sent a tingle down the blonde's spine. She loved that she was the first one he called when he was bored. In fact, she demanded it. Biting her lip, Tink tried to keep her voice sound casual. "Oh I don't know.." She started, grinning as she spoke. At his comment about her ass, Tink frowned. "Tight? Really.. Are you sure it's not too big?" Tink had ass issues. So any complement was nice. "Besides, I'm mot dressed to go out."
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Post by peter on Dec 4, 2010 23:48:51 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] Peter didn't understand Tinka's insecurities. Then again, he was just a boy, he didn't really understand a lot of things. No matter what changed about him. His weight, his muscle mass, his hair color for Christ's Sake, he didn't care. He was still the same shit head as he was yesterday. Just fatter. He rolled his eyes, slamming his head into the light post in frustration and impatience. He had a tendency to be this way. "Tink really? Your ass is amazing, can you please just come outside with me? I'm going nuts out here." He said, staring up at the building she was currently residing in. Peter knew what that ass looked like, with and without pants on, so really, he had no issues with it. His relationship with Tink was complicated, and frankly, he didn't really want to think about it. He didn't like labeling anything, he just liked to live. That was it. |
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Post by TINKA JADE BELMOUNT on Dec 4, 2010 23:55:51 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] Tink was kind of a terrible person. She liked to push people. See how far she could make them go. It was fun, actually, to see all the things she could get a person to do for her. It was easy, for the most part too. Most of Pete's friends did what she said without question, meaning she could manipulate his time anyway she wanted. Until of course, the boy himself pulled rank. Then she was in for it. "You'd have to wait for the episode to end.." she hedged, knowing Pete's patience was wearing thin. "Or at least help me choose something to wear." Smirking devilishly, she leaned back. "Or, why don't you stay outside and I can entertain you from up here.." Standing up, she moved towards the window.
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Post by peter on Dec 5, 2010 0:12:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] His brows furrowed in confusion before his blue eyes lifted up from the street to the window above him. His eyes scanned as the curtains were drawn and Tinka came into view. He gulped, staring up at him carefully as he tried to form a coherent thought but he was failing. Damn her. He growled into the phone, almost animalistic before a devilish smirk played across his mouth. "You're gonna get it."
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