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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 1, 2012 18:59:13 GMT -5
Sean nodded. 'Makes sense, good pay if you work at it, too.' He followed his gaze to the other two for a moment, then glanced back at Nash, only catching bits of what he had been trying to say, confusion washing over him. He felt like an idiot, but smiled when Nash pointed at his eyes.
At least he knew that much; 'thanks'. He reached for the notebook again. 'Being an encantado had part to do with it.'
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 1, 2012 19:07:41 GMT -5
'So that's why he's so alluring.' He thought, watching him for a moment. 'I could be alluring, but my step mom jipped me out of my voice. So..' He leaned back in the seat, running his hands up and down his legs. He yawned and his ears popped. He winced, but he could hear the faint drone of the people around him again. He pulled his beanie down over his ears again, wrapping his arms around himself. 'I'm running a fever or something. I'm freezing to death..' He thought, wondering if he could just stay home from school tomorrow.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 1, 2012 19:14:19 GMT -5
Sean watched him curiously, the way he moved, acted. 'Cold?' Again he cursed knowing so little in sign, had never really thought he would need it. Again he reached for the notebook. 'Not to be like, a creeper or anything, but if you're not feeling well, you're welcome to finish studying in my truck, I can crank the heat. Have more grading I was going to do out there anyways.'
He drew back hesitantly, watching him a moment longer before jotting down a note on his own folder that the pile was finished and ready to give back to the students.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 1, 2012 19:23:11 GMT -5
Nash would have, but he thought it would be his luck Dylan showed up and got pissed about it. Even if he didn't seem to much care about Nash anymore. He debated it and figured that if he had to think about it, he shouldn't be doing it.
'No thanks. I think I'm going to go hide at my dad's and sleep or something.' He wrote down. But made no move to collect his things. He was entirely too tired. He sat there for a moment longer, then sighed and began gathering up his books and papers. The headache he had was starting to make his vision double. 'I'm miserable.' He thought.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 1, 2012 19:27:00 GMT -5
Sean nodded quietly, watching him with a frown. He didn't want to scare him off, but if he was so tired and not feeling well, and if he was walking, he should at least offer, right..?
He grabbed the notebook before he could leave. 'Persistent I know, sorry. You at least want a ride?' He felt like a complete idiot. But when didn't he? Glancing at the clock on the wall, he chewed on his lip. He had vocal lessons in a few hours anyway, should be getting home himself as well.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 1, 2012 19:41:38 GMT -5
Nash looked down at the notebook. He guessed he may as well.
"S-sure.." He said, hugging his books close. He didn't feel like arguing about it. He followed him out to his truck, climbing in and putting his books in his lap. He leaned back in the seat, laying his head against the back. "M-my dad's apartment is just a.. mile or so from here.. The a-apartment complex near the.. edge of town.." He mumbled, wondering if the guy could even hear him. But he was too tired to care. And soon enough, sleep had crept up on him.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 1, 2012 19:46:16 GMT -5
Sean nodded, glancing over at him every now and then. He pulled up to the apartment slowly, noticed him still asleep and chewed on his lip some. Shuffling through his things, he was lucky enough to find the apartment number after a few minutes. He slipped all of Nash's things in a bag over his shoulder, threw a blanket over his guitar in the back bench seat before getting out.
Rounding the front of the truck, he unbuckled the male and lifted him bridal style with a faint grunt. He headed for the apartment, knocking softly on the door.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 1, 2012 19:55:01 GMT -5
Nash moved closer to him, trying to get away from the cold wind. Aubri got up from the couch on the inside. She had remembered her uncle, who was pretty much her only living relative besides Nash. She opened the door, peering around the corner.
"We didn't order a Nash." She said, looking up at the man. "Uncle G! Nash is being brought in by strangers!"
"That Nash." He said from where he sat.
"Is'e sick?" She asked, raising up on her tip toes to look at him. He was paler than she remembered. She touched his forehead. "Uncle, he's running a fever."
"Well, bring him in then." He said.
"NASHVILLE." She screamed in his ear, but he didn't move. She poked him, then tickled him, but he still didn't move. "Did you kill him?"
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 1, 2012 23:10:06 GMT -5
"Hey, hey," Sean huffed with a faint smile. "He's fine, wasn't feeling well and I offered him a ride. Fell asleep in my truck."
He ducked inside hesitantly, not wishing to feel like he was intruding. Blue eyes studied the two curiously. "Where do you want me to lay him down?"
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 1, 2012 23:38:50 GMT -5
"He killed him!" She exclaimed and his dad shook his head.
"I doubt he would have any reason to kill Nash, Bee. Calm down. You can go lay him in his bed. It's the last door on the left." His dad said, and Aubri shrank over to the sofa, sitting down. She played with the remote, flipping through the TV channels.
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