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Date Posted: 18:39:43 01/09/06 Mon
Author: Shay
Subject: Get out of my dreams and into my car
In reply to: Shaylin McAlistar 's message, "
You used to say that I was special, everything was right
But now you think I'm wearin' to much makeup and my dress is way to tight
You got no reason to be jealous, I've never been untrue
What does it matter if their lookin'?
I've only got eyes for you
" on 18:32:37 01/09/06 Mon

She frowned at the hand on her arm and then at the statement, turning to give him yet another piece of her mind before she froze, her lips parted and a thousand emotions going through her vibrant green eyes as she looked at him. "...Remy?" She questioned softly, her voice a little hesitant as if unwilling to really believe it was him. Her first semester at Columbia had been spent pining over him after her letter came back to unopened with a 'return to sender' stamp on it. She had cried more then she thought humanly possible before she had gotten back on track. As the years went by she had just resigned to the fact she wouldn't see him again and cherished the memories she had. She still chatted with his parents when she was in RD and saw them and sometimes would wander up to her old room and sit out on the roof where they used to just to be nostalgic but lately she had been so wrapped up in everything going on that she hadn't though about anything but business. Now though, that he was looking down at her with those eyes that she had stared into so often, it seemed like she had to be mistaken, it couldn't really be him.

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  • (He tracked every fleeting emotion that flittered across her face and let his eyes search hers for anything that might come out on top, to clue him in on what she was thinking. His hand stopped gripping her arm, instead his thumb made a slow, lazy circle against her smooth skin, something he used to do as a kid with her. A smile graced his handsome features as he looked down at her.) Yeah, it's me. (He lifted a hand to finger her jaggedly cut locks, taking a few liberties with touching her, because his mind hadnt caught up to his heart yet. He hadnt thought about the consequences of touching her, of whether she belonged to someone else, of how she looked just like those photos that drove him crazy with protective jealousy.) (NT) -- Remy, 18:40:09 01/09/06 Mon
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