[CLOSED] the ghost of what we used to be.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan laughed softly. "Nobody likes him, little lady," He teased. "He only lets people he likes like him..." Or apparently know anything. Dyson managed to flip him off and he just shook his head, dropping his gaze to his lap, running his fingers over the police badge thoughtfully.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae snorted at the comment, getting into the car. He couldn't deny that was right. Dyson could be a pain in the ass, and a kiss up at the same time. Whether the boy noticed it or not. He looked behind him as he backed the car out of the parking spot, then started out of the school.

"Well I don't like him." She said again, looking out the window. "He's all icky. And he's not very nice. Daddy isn't hot. That's why daddy has air conditioning."

Clae covered his mouth, trying to focus on the road. "That's why I have air conditioning. The things that come out of her mouth." He said with a shake of the head.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan snickered, trying to keep his own mouth shut. "She's a doll," He huffed, secretly thinking that Dyson had been right with one thing though. He really was hot, though Ryan wouldn't say that out loud.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae smiled, looking back at her from the mirror. "She really is.. She has my dad's eyes. And her mom's hair. She looks like a living, breathing baby doll." He wrinkled his nose when she looked up, and turned his attention back to the road.

"I'm not a doll. Doll don't talk funny." She complained, crossing her arms again as she pouted.

"But Ryan thinks you're a doll. And you like Ryan." He said, and she sighed.

"Fine. But only Ryan's doll." She said, and Clae shook his head.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan chuckled. "Guess you guys have good looks on your side," He teased softly before she complained. He smiled. "And I can keep you forever?" He taunted gently, looking back at her.
Dyson groaned, moving around a bit and rubbing at his face.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Paislee smiled up at him. "Yeah." She giggled, and looked out the window.

"Oooooh. Paislee likes Ryan." Clae teased, and she turned red.

"Do not!" She complained, crossing her arms.

"Do too." He sang. He smiled up at her in the mirror.

"Nuh uh. I don't like him, daddy." She whined, and he shook his head.

"Uh huh. Yeah. You're lying. Your face is red and everything." He said, pulling into the parking lot.

"Maybe /you/ like him." She said sassily, and he bit his lip, shaking his head again.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan laughed at their antics. "Be right back.." He hesitated a moment, chewing uncertaintly on his lip before getting out and heading into the station. He hugged Rex, talking to him and breaking the news before turning in his badge and uniform and signing the release papers that he was quiting.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"You like him." Paislee said, pointing an accusing finger at Clae.

"No, because I'm a boy and I don't like other boys." He said, playing with the radio. He was starting to grow uncertain with his sexuality.

"Why? He's cute."

"Because I just don't like boys, Paislee."

"Why?"

"Because boys aren't the same as girls."

"So? He likes me. No girl you liked liked me." She said, wrinkling her nose.

"I can't help it you just can have everyone wrapped around your little finger."

"Why won't you like him?" She groaned, kicking the back of his seat.

"Stop that! I don't like boys, okay? Quit kicking my seat."

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan hugged Rex and a few others bye, glaring at the few he had never got along with, who had poked fun at him. He crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the ground as he headed back to the car and got in, sighing. He stretched a bit, looking back at Paislee and Dyson a moment before stretching his legs out.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Pasilee smiled at him, waving to him. She saw Clae glance over at him and smiled. She looked out the window on the way home, and started to wiggle when they drove up at the house again.

"I WANNA SWIM!" She exclaimed, trying to get the seat belt undone.

"You get her out and in her bathing suit, and I'll get Dyson on the couch." Clae said, walking around the car. He tapped Dyson to try and get him awake.