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Post by Sam Guthrie on Apr 24, 2006 13:47:36 GMT -5
Sam walked into the living room wearing a pair of head phones with music blasting through his ears. He plopped down onto the couch and glanced around, but no one seemed to be there.
He swung his legs over the back of the couch and hung his head upside down over the front of it. He set his walkman down on his stomach and spread his arms out onto the other two cushions.
He was practically taking up the whole couch, But no one was there so who would really care?
Sam laughed as all the blood came rushing down to his head and it felt silghtly heavy. He started swinging his legs and bobbing his head to the song 'Animal I have become' coming from his head phones.
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Post by Ray on Apr 24, 2006 14:12:10 GMT -5
Ray could hear music coming form somewhere. Distant, hazy, but music none the less. And it was real music, not the reedy stuff Ororo played while she watered plants, or the concertos The Prof. liked. And it definitely wasn't that Pop crud Jean blasted every morning. No, guitars, drums, bass... [Music. He found the source in the living room, and saw a lanky kid sprawled out on the couch. Ray watched him for a while, wondering who the kid was. Then a name struck in his mind: Sam. Alright, seemed good enough.
But being in the living room made Ray think of why he had been heading down the hallway in the first place. Seeing the teen preoccupied, he slowly started to make his way across the room, hoping to go unnoticed.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Apr 24, 2006 14:20:14 GMT -5
Sam continued to listen to his music until he saw someone moving across the room out of the corner of his eye.
Caught off guard Sam rolled off of the couch and hit the floor with a thud. He slipped his head phones off, the music still playing through them, and looked over at Ray."Uh.." He muttered turning slightly red. "Hey." He said and pulled himself up into a sitting position.
Sam was slightly embarrassed at the fact that he hadn't noticed the kid coming into the room.
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Post by Ray on Apr 24, 2006 14:36:49 GMT -5
Sam falling shocked Ray out of his "stealth mode" and he yelped, backing up into a shelf and knockign several books down. He felt his neck heat up like it always did when he was embarassed.
"Hey," Ray said slowly, then he saw which books he had knocked down. S**T S**t S**T! he thought, dropping down and collecting the books in hopes the teen hadn't nocticed. He set them all in a disfunctional stack on a table, and then composed himself with a cough.
"You're Sam, aren't ya?" he asked, trying to change the topic and focus of the situation.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Apr 24, 2006 14:55:54 GMT -5
Sam looked over at Ray with a confused expression. "Yeah..." He said and stood up. "Want some help putting those back?" He asked and walked over to Ray. He looked down at the books on the table. "Your.. Ray?" He asked and continued to stare at the books.
The teen standing in front of Sam seemed pretty messed up once he noticed the books on the floor, So Sam figured maybe Ray thought he'd damaged them or something.
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Post by Ray on Apr 24, 2006 15:17:29 GMT -5
"Yeah," Ray said, "Nah, I'm good," he said; "So... where you listening to?" he moved in front of the stack, noticing that the plastic to a baggy was sticking out. Daggumit! he thought. I really need to straighten up.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Apr 24, 2006 15:21:46 GMT -5
Sam noticed a plastic bag sticking out from one of the book and he looked over at Ray with a curiosity. "Three Days Grace." He said and kept watching Ray. "What's that?" He said pointing toward the plastic bag that Ray was apparently trying hide.
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Post by Ray on Apr 24, 2006 15:31:12 GMT -5
Oh yeah, he was knew. Ray thought bitterly. But Sam seemed genuinely cuious. And, judging by his accent, he would not doubt know what the contents of the baggy were. That was just a stereotype, though. With a sigh, Ray picked up the boook, opened it, and tucked the baggy back in.
"My stash," he said, glancing at Sam as he reclosed the book; "No one's supposed to know about it but me." He was about to continue, but he didn't. He just stared at Sam, waiting, wondering if he would make Sam uncomfortable enough to just foget the whole thing.
Then, he quipped. "Three Days Grace, huh? They're alright. I'm more of a Tool person myself, but," he shrugged, "To Each his own, right?"
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Apr 24, 2006 15:43:19 GMT -5
"Yeah, sure.." Sam said and eyed the book. "So what stash are you talking?" He questioned and looked interested.
Sam was very curious and slightly interested in what Ray was hiding and if he had to.. He'd beat him down and take the books! okay so he wouldn't really, but he could keep questioning him right?
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Post by Ray on Apr 24, 2006 15:53:47 GMT -5
OKay, this kid's lost some o' his cool points, Ray thought.
"Look, it's just pot," Ray said; "And Tobacco so I can roll my own cigarettes. That's it. So now that you know will you lay off?" His voice grew testy, dangerous. He wasn't keen on people nosing around in his business, no matter if it was concern or curiosity that brought it on.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Apr 24, 2006 16:00:35 GMT -5
Sam's eyes went wide. "Oh its just pot." He said sarcastically.
"Do you have any idea what that can do to you!?" He said and snatched up the books. "I'm sorry but I have to take these." He said and took a few steps away from Ray.
What is this idiot thinking?! Sam thought and gave Ray a look as if he had three heads.
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Post by Ray on Apr 24, 2006 16:14:54 GMT -5
Ray was ahead of him in a flash, snatchign the books back; "Don't take what's not yours," he ground out, glaring; "Yeah I know it's bad for you, so's breathing. But I only do it when I'm stressed, okay? Which would be now, so if you don't mind..." he readjusted the book and straightened up; "Nice meeting you, Sam."
He turned and began to head for the door.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Apr 24, 2006 16:22:14 GMT -5
"You think you can get away that easy?" Sam said and cannonballed into him, knocking him clear down the hallway. Sam flew down the hallway and snatched the books back from him. "Yeah, I guess breathings bad in some places." He said and shurgged.
"But Ray, This might hurt your pot brain so try thinking really hard. People need to breath Ray, Do they need to smoke pot?" He said then shrugged and cannonballed down the hallway, making several holes in the floor as he did, and back into the living room.
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Post by Ray on Apr 24, 2006 16:27:00 GMT -5
Ray had gotte nthe wind knocked out of him. He coughed finally, and got up, fuming. What was it with people butting into thoer people's business? He quickly ran into the Living room, fists lit up with charged energy.
"I'm not stupid!" He said angrily; "I have my reasons!"
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Apr 24, 2006 16:30:26 GMT -5
"Ookay, Ray." Sam said and flew over the couch. "What ever you say." He winked at him then chuckled. He landed on the other side of the couch and ran for the stairs. "Name some good reasons, Ray. I wanna hear some reasons."
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