I suppose the most pertinent question would be whether or not these kids were in their right mind; they weren?t.
Love did that.
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Or stupidity, but at this point who was really paying attention?
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One really mustn?t ask how their actions came about. The story was too far fetched for even them to believe; a plot reminesant of a Shakespeare comedy, or a sitcom. It?s best to just nod your head and smile for the remainder of this story. Please, dear reader, try not to fall out of your chair.
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They made a mad dash for home: two sets of feet pounding the cobbles of WestEnd. The pair's breaths caught in their throats, hands linked together in a sweaty grasp. There was only twenty minutes left until the courthouse closed. Erin reached the porch first pulling Bastian behind her. Two sets of damp hands went for her purse. Little fingers made it in and out first and she turned to shove the key into the door. A push right....thunk. A push left....thunk. It wouldn't open!
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"Hurry! Unlock it!" Bastian crowded in on Erin, hands slipping around her waist as she tried to open the door. Her dress wrinkled under the urging of his fingers, and she pushed back into him, laughing. Push right...thunk. Smoke floated up from their mouths, the cold causing their breaths to mingle like snakes in the early evening. Push left...thunk.
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"I am?you?re distracting me!" Erin laughed and swatted at him. Push right and...clickclick; they finally got the door open! Both stumbled inside of the foyer. It was a tangle of arms and legs as they pushed over the threshold; his arms were around her waist, her hands pushed back on his stomach; their legs were twisted and intertwined. As the couple stumbled towards the bedroom, Erin called out, "Dibs on the bedroom! I need to change."
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Bastian, giving Erin a most mischievous look, pulled away from her, letting her tumble to the floor. It was easy now for him to beat her to the bedroom, taking the spiral stairs two at a time. She scampered after, clawing herself to her feet before dashing behind him up the stairs. Erin was no match for Bastian, though, and he even managed to shut and lock the door before she got there.Erin pounded her fists on the hardwood door.
"Sebastian de Vernon! Let me in there this minute! We?re going to be late!" Her voice was a cross between a panicky whine and matronly demand: just shrill enough, just sad enough, just mad enough.
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"Alright, alright!" He swung the door open and grinned. There was nothing different about him, just that cheshire grin and twinkling eyes. Erin grabbed him by the shoulders, yanking forward. Bastian gave a yelp as he was pushed into the hall and had the door slammed in his face.
Love did that.
?
Or stupidity, but at this point who was really paying attention?
?
One really mustn?t ask how their actions came about. The story was too far fetched for even them to believe; a plot reminesant of a Shakespeare comedy, or a sitcom. It?s best to just nod your head and smile for the remainder of this story. Please, dear reader, try not to fall out of your chair.
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They made a mad dash for home: two sets of feet pounding the cobbles of WestEnd. The pair's breaths caught in their throats, hands linked together in a sweaty grasp. There was only twenty minutes left until the courthouse closed. Erin reached the porch first pulling Bastian behind her. Two sets of damp hands went for her purse. Little fingers made it in and out first and she turned to shove the key into the door. A push right....thunk. A push left....thunk. It wouldn't open!
?
"Hurry! Unlock it!" Bastian crowded in on Erin, hands slipping around her waist as she tried to open the door. Her dress wrinkled under the urging of his fingers, and she pushed back into him, laughing. Push right...thunk. Smoke floated up from their mouths, the cold causing their breaths to mingle like snakes in the early evening. Push left...thunk.
?
"I am?you?re distracting me!" Erin laughed and swatted at him. Push right and...clickclick; they finally got the door open! Both stumbled inside of the foyer. It was a tangle of arms and legs as they pushed over the threshold; his arms were around her waist, her hands pushed back on his stomach; their legs were twisted and intertwined. As the couple stumbled towards the bedroom, Erin called out, "Dibs on the bedroom! I need to change."
?
Bastian, giving Erin a most mischievous look, pulled away from her, letting her tumble to the floor. It was easy now for him to beat her to the bedroom, taking the spiral stairs two at a time. She scampered after, clawing herself to her feet before dashing behind him up the stairs. Erin was no match for Bastian, though, and he even managed to shut and lock the door before she got there.Erin pounded her fists on the hardwood door.
"Sebastian de Vernon! Let me in there this minute! We?re going to be late!" Her voice was a cross between a panicky whine and matronly demand: just shrill enough, just sad enough, just mad enough.
?
"Alright, alright!" He swung the door open and grinned. There was nothing different about him, just that cheshire grin and twinkling eyes. Erin grabbed him by the shoulders, yanking forward. Bastian gave a yelp as he was pushed into the hall and had the door slammed in his face.