List Of Doom {Jared}
Jul 27, 2010 0:55:40 GMT -5
Post by Ayla Russo on Jul 27, 2010 0:55:40 GMT -5
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Holly had been gone for about half an hour now, and still Ayla sat on her bed, feeling a bit fidgety as her fingers kept picking at a loose thread on the hem on her shirt, her right leg bouncing slightly, her eyes drifting between the clock and the notebook that lay on the desk in front of her. Stupid Holly with her stupid nosiness, trying to involve her in it while she was at it. So what if Jared had written five pages of reasons why he loved her? That wasn't... she didn't... he had... oh, who was she kidding? She was using every single ounce of her self control not to pounce on the stupid thing so that she could read it all. But she kept telling herself not to, that she shouldn't start being meddlesome like Holly. If Jared had kept this from her then it probably meant he didn't want her to read it, right? Right. But then... well, she was curious, obviously. After all, Jared wasn't one to share his feelings a whole lot, it wasn't that frequent that he even told her he loved her though she knew he did, or at least she tried to remind herself of it every day, that it was just his way. But there were times when she felt a bit insecure, and well... maybe just a peek... a glimpse... a tiny, teensy look...
No! It wasn't any of her business. She let ouf a frustrated sigh and got back to her feet, wishing she hadn't let Jared's mom come over to take Shawn with her until tomorrow morning. If her baby boy had been here, she'd have had something to do to keep her mind off that stupid notebook, but as it was, there wasn't much she could do. Well, there was a pile of dishes to be done... she wrinkled her nose a bit at the thought, but once her hands were busy in the soapy water filled sink, she wouldn't go back to the bedroom to open that notebook and read every line of every page of that list. She quickly made her way to the kitchen, practically sighing in relief as she started scrubbing at the plates and bowls, rather put off at the fact that there were so few dishes to actually wash and she would be done in an instant. Once everything had been dried and put away - she'd even washed and dried the sink itself - she turned and leaned back against the counter, biting down on her bottom lip lightly. Maybe... maybe just one small... ugh, this was driving her completely insane. Why would he even make a stupid list anyway? Why couldn't he just be like every other guy and stop the list at how he appreciated the size of her boobs or something like that? Really at this point, she wouldn't care.
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