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Date Posted: Sat, Aug 23 2003, 10:07pm PDT
Author: gex
Subject: gots a new sn: x ubilee x la de da!
In reply to: .the.mcallistors. 's message, " [.to:justin,erica,di.] .confused." on Mon, Aug 04 2003, 3:48pm PDT

>
Emma’s thin shoulders
>seems to hunch as Justin’s mouth flew, spouting foul
>words every now and then… all directed at her parents.
>The same two people, who yes – were nasty and evil,
>but nonetheless – were the two and only people who had
>raised her. In some twisted way, she loved them – and
>owed them for that. Stealing a quick glance at her
>parents’ angry eyes – she shuddered. She could see it
>now, they’d forbid her to marry him after this little
>display of his. Everything would be ruined. The
>thought of not being able to marry Justin tore through
>her like jagged glass… it was simply something she
>didn’t want to fathom. Even though Emma knew what
>Justin gave her parents was what they deserved, she
>still felt like crap. Shaking ever-so-slightly, she
>allowed herself to give his hand a slight squeeze only
>after he’d finished his whole speech and what not.
>“Thank you…” she whispered quietly, touched by how he
>had stuck up for her. “But… I think… maybe we should
>go.” She added, her eyes shifting away from his own,
>embarrassed at her cowardly attitude; she was almost
>never a coward. Then, she turned away from her
>parents, unable to give them even a decent farewell as
>she gently began tugging herself – and Justin, away
>from them… She didn’t want to be here anymore. It all
>just hurt too much.
>
>“Yeah, we’ll only get married
>once… so, we want to plan everything. We want to make
>it ours. I know you understand, Mom.” Ended Owen,
>closing the conversation for good. He knew the whole
>thing was making Erica nervous. I mean, she was only
>18, and to be getting married at such an age… well… it
>must be hard, and Owen knew it -- too. And then having
>your fiancee’s mother trying to pressure you into
>letting her plan the wedding… well, yeah – that was
>hard too. As Erica’s rock, Owen held her steadily in
>her place, one toned arm snaking snugly ‘round her
>waist. With a bit of a grin, he looked down to Erica.
>“Yeah… we do have that thing. Y’know… the thing – at
>thing.” His grin sort of grew and his eyes gained a
>micheavious quality; fooling his mother was fun – and
>so was the idea of getting out of here. “Yeah, Geeze –
>Mom… we really have to get going, we can’t be late… or
>else… um… Melvin.. Yeah, Melvin… he’ll be really piss
>– er – irked… at us. Us, being Erica and I.” Owen gave
>a bit of a nervous chuckle as he ran his free hand
>through his hair and over his forehead which had
>gained a light sheen of sweat. “It was really great to
>see you too again,” Owen looked from his Mom to his
>Dad. “Erica and I will have to call you again soon… to
>let you know about the wedding, and everything.” Owen
>plastered on one last phoney smile ‘fore looking down
>to Erica, his eyes laughing – as per usual.
>
>Joe was still having a good,
>ol’ fashioned staring contest with the murky stream’s
>water. The only thing was… it didn’t really have eyes,
>so it really wasn’t staring back, so yeah – it was
>more of a one-way game. To be honest, Joe was suddenly
>so focused on the stream because he knew that if he
>was to look anywhere else – it’d have been Di’s eyes.
>Those eyes, that would make him spill everything…
>They’d send him spinning into circles because they
>were oh-so-intriguing… oh-so-confusing; like a puzzle
>that one could never solve. The problem with Di’s eyes
>was that, Joe knew that he wasn’t the one who should
>be looking into them… Within himself, he knew it was
>wrong… and he knew that he was right about that. At
>the moment, Di’s words were making little sense to
>him. I mean, what did she mean by saying that she
>didn’t have the courage to kiss someone she should
>have? …Joe didn’t know if she meant that he had been
>right to kiss her. Lordy, girls were confusing… Di,
>was confusing. With a deep sigh, Joe leaned forward to
>rest his elbows on his knees, and his head into his
>hands, allowing his long fingers to rake through his
>chocolate-hued hair. “I’m confused…” He whispered
>airly, his eyes closing tightly to the point that his
>lashes pressed hard ‘gainst his cheek. “Di, you’re
>confusing. And… I’m… I don’t know whether I’m right or
>wrong. But kissing you… if felt…” Joe paused, silence
>enveloping him for a long few minutes as a faint
>blushy hue grabbed his cheeks. “…it felt right, and
>wrong, at the same time.”
>
>Shocked, appalled, offended and
>angered were the 4 expressions that registered on Mrs.
>McAllistor’s face for a good few moments, before she
>just exploded; lurching forward and grabbing the
>collar of Justin’s shirt as she hissed, “Don’t you
>ever talk to me again like that you little retarded
>street rat… They should have your kind caged up – or…
>euthenized like dogs with rabies! You’re perhaps the
>most hideous and disgusting beast on the earth and I
>despise you more then I despise the world’s maggot
>population. By no means, will I ever let you
>marry my daughter… let alone touch her! To have
>grandchildren out of you would be a sin – for the
>whole McAllistor family.” Still unfinished with her
>outburst, Susan McAllistor currently had her long,
>red, shaking nails digging into the stubbly skin of
>Justin’s neck. “Have a great life in hell, Justin… I
>sincerily hope you burn there… it’d really be great
>for the whole entire world.” She hissed finally, ‘fore
>letting Justin go and wiping her hand almost
>disgustedly on her skirt. Yes, Mrs. McAllistor really
>did seem like the female version of the devil. One
>could really love to hate her… And I mean,
>really love it. The woman needed a cold, hard,
>slap of reality – and Justin had only given her a
>pinch… but nonetheless, she hadn’t liked it. This
>whole time, before and after his wife’s outburst,
>James McAllistor had stood stern faced and rigid
>before the boy who had insulted him, and the girl who
>had no relation to him whatsoever. He really did
>despise them both. Calmly, but wickedly, he leaned
>towards Justin and got all in his face before
>growling, “You don’t know me… or anything… so keep
>out of it.” After a few moments, the frail lady
>known as Susan McAllistor -- composed herself and
>turned to Erica and Owen, with a stony face; devoid of
>any emotion. “No Owen, I don’t quite understand… but
>I’ll let it pass, this time. Another disappointment
>from you is to be expected, as always.” That said, she
>gave her eldest son a pat on his chest and a quick
>kiss on the cheek, ‘fore turning and giving Erica a
>bit of a hug and hissing, “Take care, then…” to the
>both of them. James simply turned to his eldest son
>and patted his back roughly in farewell. All that was
>given to Erica from Papa McAllistor was a bit of a
>crumbly smile, and a polite kiss to her cheek.
>“Goodbye…” the grainy old man finally whispered, his
>face – once again – devoid of emotion.
>
>[...wow, that was long -- and really hard to write.
>i really feel bad for justin. =hugs him= the mommy and
>daddy mcallistors are assholes, obviously. i think
>maybe all the characters in RD should gang up and give
>it to 'em! yes yes... that'd be good. lol. anyways, i
>just wanted to let u two know that i'll be gone for
>about 3 and a half weeks because i'm getting an
>operation on my wrist and i won't be able to type to
>well, and i'm also taking some vacations liek goin'
>places, etc. i may get a chance on... but we'll have
>to see, i'm not sure about that. :-P anyways, have a
>fun few weeks you two! :-)]
>


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