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Post by Ray on May 2, 2006 19:31:27 GMT -5
Ray was confused. He had left the lower levels and headed straight to his room, partly to wait on Sam but mostly to be alone so he could think. With his room at the very end of the hall, and him without a roommate, he didn't get visitors much. he picked up his room a little, and then sat down on the sofa opposite his bed. He sighed, and looked over at his les paul.
It had been his father's guitar, and signed by Les Paul himself. But after nearly thrity years of play, it was a little on the worthless side. He could score twenty bucks on eBay, if he ever tried. But he wouldn't. The Guitar was priceless in Ray's opinion.
He picked it up, strumming the strings to see if it was in tune. After tuning it, he began to play, his fingers picking out a gentle, low tune, emotions being threaded into the vibrations the strings produced. He started to calm down, and then, he began to think rationally.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on May 5, 2006 17:51:49 GMT -5
About twenty minutes after Ray went into his room. Sam walked out o of his room and shut the door behind him. He made his way up the hallway and toward Ray Crisp's room. He had told him he'd stop by his room later, To talk, and he wasn't about to back out on him, Considering it was his idea to talk and he wanted to know the truth about what happened between him and Paige. Sam wasn't entirely sure he could believe what Ray said to him, But he could try, right?
Sam walked over to Ray's door and knocked on it. While waiting for a reply he teetered from heel to toe, It was a nervous habit he had gotten into. Sam wasn't extremely nervous right now, but he didn't know what they were doing.. And that creeped him out.
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Post by Ray on May 5, 2006 21:09:12 GMT -5
Upon hearing the knock, Ray abruptly stopped playing. He was sitll for a moment, the sighed. It had to be Sam. Rising, he set his guitar against the wall, and headed for the door. He opened it, silently stepping aside so that Sam could come in. He didn't exactly look Sam in the eye, not sure what to do.
"Come on in..." Ray said finally, walking over and sitting on his bed, while ushering to the other seats in the room; "So..." he wasn't sure where to start, he hadn't been pissed off after all, just mortified.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on May 6, 2006 21:07:38 GMT -5
Sam forced an , obviously forced, half smile at Ray when he opened the door. "Hey." He said and continued to teeter until Ray say he could come in.
Sam walked into the room and shut the door behind him. He saw Ray motion toward the seats, but made no move to sit down. He leaned on the door and looked around the room. "Cool guitar..." He muttered as he noticed it laying by the bed, Then realized he should probably talk to him.
"Okay. Uh." He said and paused trying to find the right words.
"Ah am aware that you guys probably just fell off of the chairs..." Sam said and shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. He noticed his accent slip and took a breath, He had been trying to get rid of it and clam down while he was in his room and he was doing fairly well... "But what would you have done if I hadn't walked in?" He said and looked out the window.
"I figure Paige would've stopped you..." He said quite unsure. "But I mean.." He said and trailed off figuring he'd wait for Ray to answer the first question before jumping into something else.
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Post by Ray on May 6, 2006 21:34:40 GMT -5
"It was my dad's..." Ray muttered, quieting down as Sam continued. Then, he sighed; "Nothing," he said honestly, "That's the God-Honest truth, Sam. I'm just about as awkward as you are when it comes to girls," he said with a half-hearted laugh; "And you shouldn't worry 'bout your accent. I don't care."
He had noticed that Paige did the same thing, tried to hide her accent. He didn't understand why. Not that that mattered at the moment.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on May 6, 2006 22:25:16 GMT -5
"Awe sure." Sam said and continued to look out the window. "Listen.." He said and paused thinking of how to word what he wanted to say.
"Ah don't want Paige getting into." He said and paused again. "Gettin' into smoking and stuff." He said and began to teeter from his toe to his foot. "Ah mean. Ah know yah said you only smoked once or twice a week.." He said and trailed off again. "But, Ah don' even want her doin' any of that.." He said and looked around the room again. He realized his accent was slipping again...
"An' Ah mean, yah guys can still hang and stuff." He said and looked over at Ray for the first time since he entered the room. "An' ah realize you probably don' do that anymore." He said and gave Ray a thoughtful look, as if to imply something.
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Post by Ray on May 6, 2006 22:32:14 GMT -5
Ray shook his head, not able to believe what Sam was saying. Well of course he beleive him, Sam didn't lie, but still, it left him baffled. He got up and ran a hand through his hair again, then looked at Sam critically.
"Come on, man!" he said; "You think I would influence her? If ever I do something most people here would look down on, I don't do it here. And I most often do it alone. I wouldn't want Paige smoking, anyway, tobacco or other stuff..." he paused, voice fading.
Sam had every right to say what he had. "There'd be no point..." Ray muttered, looking down. He'd never been so confused in all his life. He looked back up at Sam then, desperate and quiet, respectful and subdued.
"I could take care of her, Sam." he said; "I... I want to do good by her more than any other person here. I want to make her laugh, I want to help her be confident. I... I wanna be there whenever she's upset, so I can cheer her up," he paused; "And... and I'd be so good at it you wouldn't have to worry. That might be hard to do, but I would do it," he paused again, his voice having steadily grown more confident and firm as he spoke; "Paige means something special, Sam. You know me: once I care about someone, there's little that could stop me from being loyal and protective of them."
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Post by Sam Guthrie on May 6, 2006 22:39:01 GMT -5
Sam made eye contact with Ray as he spoke. "Naw Ray." He said and gave him a stern look. "Ah don' know yah." He said and continued to watch his eyes. Sam could usually tell what a person was feeling through their eyes, His brothers used to look him in the eyes and tell him he was lying about whatever he was saying.. And he didn't know why he believed them.. considering he was older.. But they were very convincing..
"Ah still want yah tah see 'Er." Sam said sort of quiet. "She obviously reallay likes yah." He added reluctantly. "But ah am gonna be watchin' yah." He said and rasied an eyebrow. "Bein' the protective bro' an' all." He joked, attempting to lighten the mood a little.
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Post by Ray on May 6, 2006 22:41:06 GMT -5
Ray smirked; "Well if you didn't I'd be angry," he said, "After comin' in my room an' all!" he laughed; "But that's cool, that I have your approval," he mumbled, looking away for a second; "Hey, we're cool though, right?"
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Post by Sam Guthrie on May 6, 2006 22:45:23 GMT -5
After Ray looked off Sam looked back out the window. "Yeh." He said unsure if he was actually serious or not.
"Ah bet ah could beat yah in a spar." He added and smiled attempting to change the subject. "But yah probably wouldn' wanna.." He added with a wave of his hand. "Considerin' ah'd beat yah, so bad." He said and stood up straight.
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Post by Ray on May 6, 2006 22:48:08 GMT -5
Ray looked at him quizically; "Spar as if fight?" he asked, holding up his fists slightly; "I'm from homes, Sam. Ya might wanna rethink that!" he said with an air of joking.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on May 6, 2006 23:03:13 GMT -5
"Awe yeh?" Sam said and raised an eyebrow at him. "Let's do it." He said competitively. "Outside. Front yard." He said and opened the bed room door. "Power duel?" He questioned and crossed his arms. Sam wasn't exactly sure what to call it.. So he figured 'power duel' was good enough.
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Post by Ray on May 6, 2006 23:09:15 GMT -5
Ray laughed at the term, shaking his head; "Okay, sure," he said; "But if we end up tearin' up the yard, I am not takin' the blame!"
((new thread?))
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Post by Sam Guthrie on May 6, 2006 23:14:53 GMT -5
((Yeah!, lol. Call it kicking Sam's butt, jk.))
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