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Date Posted: Thu, Sep 04 2003, 7:35pm PDT
Author: .the.mcallistors.
Subject: .i'll.never.know.what.you.did.to.help.me.out...so.don't.expect.thanks.
In reply to: gex 's message, "gots a new sn: x ubilee x la de da!" on Sat, Aug 23 2003, 10:07pm PDT

Emma -- the big sister of the McAllistor family -- hadn’t heard a single word that Erica (her somewhat disliked sister-in-law…) had spoken. As Erica had learned in to seemingly kiss the earlobe of Emma’s rotten, bitch-infested mother, all the poor girl could do was stare oddly at Erica – and raise a quizzical eyebrow. What the hell? thought Emma almost unconsciously as she began to walk away from her horrid excuse for a loving, close-knitted family. “Can we just… leave? Please, Justin?” She whispered as she caught the man she loved kind of stalling a bit. “I just want to get the hell out of here…” were the whispered words that greeted a long bout of silence, as Emma trudged onward – intent upon getting into her spiffy, little, yellow VW and driving -- past the speed limit – out of here, with Justin by her side.

Owen just kind of stood in silence as Erica broke away from him to give his mother a short kiss ‘pon her cheek ‘fore they got the hell away from the crumbling, old hag. Although the middle-child did sort of think it odd when Erica’s lips began to move beside his mother’s ear, he still continued on within his veil of silence. As soon as Erica was returned to his side (just where he wanted her – forever, and ever and ever…) and his hand was snuggled within hers, and they were walking towards his favourite ‘ol red mustang… Well, my faithful reader, that is when Owen chose to lean close to Erica’s perfectly shaped ear-lobe and casually whisper, “What did you say to her? I mean… I just, well… was wondering.” When Owen pulled away, he couldn’t help but give the girl beside him one of those wonderfully cute, and oh-so-guilty smiles. You know how they had those curious George books? Well, I’m thinking they should start a new series… Curious Owen.

At Di’s request, Joe slowly (and somewhat reluctantly) averted his eyes from the murky stream, to the face that was so similar to his brother’s fiancee’s. “I’m looking…” Joe whispered, his hazel eyes nervouisly trained ‘pon those of the blonde beauty to his left. As she spoke, he tried so hard to listen and not get so caught up in the way her hair fell across her cheek, or the way the sun caught in her eyes and he found it to be just… well… beautiful. Joe McAllistor tried to concentrate on…. not wanting to kiss Dionysis Moore. After Di’s words had hit Joe and then bounced off into silence, the youngest McAllistor brother allowed himself to exhale deeply and then continue on the uncomfortable silence that had formed. Once a few minutes had come and gone, Joe stood up and simply said, “Okay… but –“ before he turned around and just took a few paces in the opposite direction of Di… just to catch his breath, thoughts, and words. “But, I mean… I’m not Owen. I have hazel eyes, he has brown. I have light hair, he has dark… We look alike, but we aren’t, no matter how much I –“ Joe trailed off for a moment, staring into space ‘fore he continued onwards… “I get in fights, I sometimes smoke, and I even drink – and manage not to get sick, I don’t want to be anything great and brave like a firefighter, and I’m not strong enough to walk away from the life created for me by my parents. You need to know I’m nothing like him…” With a bit of a sigh, Joe turned ‘round to face Di, his eyes hollow and seemingly bottomless… all Joe ever seemed to amount to was ‘not as good as Owen’ – and Di had to know this… for some reason. For no reason at all, a large capture of unwelcomed silence followed Joe’s words ‘fore he finally ended up murmuring an inquisitive, “okay?”

[And I shall post a hugemonstorous postie with Mommy and Daddy McAllistor later, as a reply to Justin and everyone else -- because I am feeling like a lazy girl right now… *goes off to sleep*]

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