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Post by SCARLETT WYNTER SCHMIDT on Mar 21, 2009 15:03:56 GMT -6
 ·if you think that a kiss is all in the lips·[/color] ,, c'mon, you got it all wrong, and if you think that a dance is all in the hips, oh well- do the twist.
[/font][/center] friday nights should be spent out with friends, having fun and dancing till the music stops playing. definitely not in an emergency meeting made up by your boss to deal with the budget problems. scarlett had made all these plans for tonight to go out and have fun, and one of her coworkers was going to watch anya. and guess what? this little 'emergency meeting' had ruined all of that. ever since she had gotten the news early that morning, her whole day had been ruined, her mood shot. her students had noticed when she actually wrote someone up, and from then on they'd managed to get her to fume about the ridiculousness of a friday evening meeting. they agreed wholeheartedly that it was ridiculous, and complained about their jobs as well. by some miracle, she managed to relate it back to the poets they were studying, though she had been fishing with that one. the meeting was supposed to be at six, at the school of course, and even though she only lived a couple of miles down the road, scarlett was running hopelessly late.
she'd picked up anya after school as usual, which was quite out of the way, and then called dylan, who she usually called last minute to babysit. she'd begged, and pleaded, and promised that she owed him her life for babysitting on a friday night, of all nights. anya just loved him to death, mostly because he was like a giant child. she did like people like that. however, it'd become evident when the little girl started to doze off after dinner that there was no way she was going to stay up to keep dylan company. it wasn't even five-fifteen before scarlett had no choice but to go lay her in her crib after a quick cup of milk. and that was that- anya was out like a light, leaving scarlett to get ready. but thirty minutes later, the blonde was getting nowhere fast as the seconds ticked down. she had on a pair of nice-ish pants, and had yet to find a top. it wasn't that she was picky, she just really needed to do laundry. so, what had she done? quickly tossed one into the dryer, to fluff it up, only she'd forgotten about it as she cleaned up in the kitchen and shoved all sorts of crap into corners and under couches. her house was anything but clean, always.
it wasn't dylan wasn't already aware of this. how many times had he found her crap shoved between cushions? she cringed at the thought. the mess wasn't embarassing, she just didn't want to leave him in it. there she was, trying to force papers she'd been meaning to grade for weeks into a haphazardly stacked pile, trying to think of where to put them, in nothing but pants and a bra. it was quite a sight to see. her hair, wavy from having been up in a sloppy bun all day, was now up in a ponytail, strands falling out every time she moved her head jarringly. and she was supposed to be at the school in fifteen minutes. oh joy. she glanced up at the clock, and her endeavour to tidy up found new passion as she noticed the time. 5:48, in those annoying green letters. "damn it." she muttered under her breath as she quickly, literally started shoving things under the couch.
then a knock came on the door, and scarlett looked up for a brief second before double timing it. "one second!" she yelled, glad that this time he hadn't taken her advice and let himself in. she had told him a hundred times before, just let yourself in. she didn't mind, really. she thought she had him half convinced. maybe the door was just locked. she pulled on a tank top that was laying around and ran to the door after making sure she was satisfied with the way things looked. yep, locked. she pulled it open and then stepped back to let him in. "thank you thank you thank you. um, yeah, i'm a bit late, so i'm going to talk and get ready all at the same time, kay?" she said, already making her way towards the laundry room. well, he didn't really have a choice.
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Post by DYLAN ANTHONY SMITH on Mar 21, 2009 16:04:03 GMT -6
 how dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable
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catching up with friends were something that always was a good thing. he enjoyed all of his friends, though him and matthew were polar opposites in more ways than one. he loved basketball, were as dylan hated it with a passion. but the one thing or rather person they had in common was a girl named juliet. he had been friends with her for some time, but knew she used to date matt. he didn't follow drama nor did he want to get put in the middle. he loved his friends because most of there were actually like family to him. but cause drama between any of them and want him in the middle he would just walk away and pretty much hide for a good week. during that time he would be able to create music on his guitar that was more thought out than just random words on a piece of paper. he knew his little band wasn't going to become a famous group like paramore but he wanted them to. he wanted to be another one of those bands that started with nothing and became a legend of music.
it was a dream that could be true if the group actually wanted to leave the town. dylan feared leaving only because well, he loved the town to much to actually leave it. he had arrived not long ago and didn't want to leave just yet. catch him in another five years maybe just maybe he would become bored with the ocean water, and the drama but til then he didn't want to. life along the coast of an ocean was an enjoyable site, and it caused him to get some more inspiration from his surrondings more than anything. it was difficult to live near the ocean but not just go out one more and just watch the sunset on the coastline. he was immature, even considered a two year old at times but still loved watching it. it was something that everyone had to see before it was there time to go.
laying on his mattres that wasn't on a boxboard, he rolled onto the floor and continue rolling until he hit a wall. he always was the child out of his friends because he didn't want to grow up. he knew his nickname suited him well. DYLANPAN. it was something most of everyone called him even the little girl he watched began calling him it because he didn't mind. though she had been a joy before she passed out. she usually knew how to work him out before she was even so much show any signs of being tired. anya had basically his favorite child to babysit though most parents didn't like the idea of another child that could drive being left lone with there son or daughter. dylan wasn't a risk to anyone, well if he was it was it ownself most of the time for doing stupid things most people wouldn't even think about doing.
hearing his cellphone ring he pushed himself off of the floor and walked over to the counter were it had been laying from the day before. he had been out and about and laid it on the counter when eating with his buddies in his kitchen. it wasn't a big place but it was big enough for him to manage life. he only had himself to worry about and at times little kids he brought over to babysit which was rare at times knowing he usually when to the persons house instead. answering his phone he heard the woman, and didn't need much of anything to watc the small girl. she was a sweet heart, and basically all around fun for him. it was a win, win though he did at times pass out on the couch with the little girl on his chest curled up into his shoulder sleeping. he was in the shirt, and clothes from yestreday. he walked to his dresser and pulled out a clean shirt that was faded from being washed. he grabbed his phone and slid it into his pocket before heading outside.
he got into his jeep and drove down the street to the woman's house. he knew that she said he could just enter without knocking but he knew it looked wrong in more ways than one. he knocked on the door praying that it was locked so he wouldn't have to get the wrath of scarlett about how he could have just came in. usually anya was already there at the window waiting for his jeep to pull into the drive way so she could throw herself at him. he somewhat was sad to see the girl not open the door assuming she was asleep from school it wouldn't be long until the girl was up running about through the house for sure. watching the woman open the door he smiled lightly give her a small wave before letting his hand fall back down to his side. "haha umm.... okay." he followed her to the laundry room, though it was apparent that it wasn't a really clean place.
he understood that she was working, and barely had enough time to clean. but he also knew that her ex husband or whoever was still in the picture at times. he would be playing with anya when the man would come in all over her either drunk from a party or something. dylan would just leave not wanting to see the two grope and moan over each other. it wasn't alot but maybe once or twice that scared him from thinking about the woman in the same way. jumping up onto the dryer he looked at the woman, "so why are you having a meeting so late at night? that's kinda of stupid i think. you should just skip and hang with meh instead." dylan was attracted to the woman dispite the age difference though, anything more than a kiss with her might have just made things more difficult. it was already complicated that she was still with her ex but not at the same time.
tag :: scarlet
song :: harder to breathe , maroon 5
notes :: aww <pets> cuteness
status :: done
word count :: enough babe gurl
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