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Post by marcflint on Dec 2, 2009 13:35:55 GMT -5
5:30. Damn, it couldn't be that time already,Monday and 5:30?! He could've sworn it was Friday yesterday... Wait, yea, it was Saturday, but he'd said he'd get some shopping done. Yawning, he rubbed his eyes and shoved some clotehs on. As he left, he pecked Clara on the cheek.
"Back in a bit, sweethart," he whispered.
It was 6:30 by the time he got there, and a few witches and wizards were slipping in and out, yawning and chattering contentdly. Marc suddenly wished he had someone next to him, so he wouldn't be as bored and have something to do.
A long hour later and the shopping was done. He smiled, then made his way into the icecream parlor, asking for a strawberry, please. He smiled at the irl next to him, feeling the need to make some polite converse.
"Good morning," he began, "My name is Marc Flint."
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Post by nan on Dec 17, 2009 11:29:10 GMT -5
Angela had just entered her kitchen, while she noticed that she lacked many supplies. She always loved cooking, and it was one of her stressbusters. If she didn't have any outlet, she'd use cooking as one. That particular day, she was looking at forgetting Trent, all over again. Her running into him had brought back all those memories that she'd forced herself to forget, all those feelings that she'd pushed deep inside her heart.
Why couldn't Trent have just gone his way? Why did she have to bump into him of all the people? And now, she just couldn't get him out of his mind. More so, she couldn't get over the feeling of guilt. Now that she'd run into him, she had to tell him about Aaron, but she didn't want to. She did not want to share her son with her ex-husband, because she was sure, his family, his fiancee, his girlfriends, whatever, would never love Aaron as much as she did. Rather, they would try to separate Angela and her son. She didn;t want that happening.
Glancing at the figure of her sleeping son, she apparated towards Diagon Alley, to buy herself a few supplies. As she walked, and chose all that she needed. Being tired herself, she decided to order a cup of ice-cream. As she sat, and devoured on the first bite of her favorite flavor, she heard a rather familiar flavor. When he introduced himself, she turned back, and smiled. The voice belonged to none other than Marc Flint, her husband, no, ex-husband's cousin, and also one of her friend, Clara's boyfriend/fiance/baby daddy. "Hi Marc," began she, "Long time no see! How have you been?!" She enquired of him. "And how is Clara?"
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Post by marcflint on Dec 18, 2009 3:23:55 GMT -5
"Hi Marc," began she, "Long time no see! How have you been?!" She enquired of him. "And how is Clara?"[/i]
Marc, tired, confused and well, a boy, stared at Angela, confused, then a slow smile spread across his trusting face.
"Angela," He smiled, "You're right, not seen you in ages! I've been ... " He thought about his answer carefully. Was he really OK? With the news of Clara being pregnant? "...Alrightish." He smiled wanely at her, hoping she'd know what he was on about. "And you, how've you been doing?"
"Clara's ... fine. I suppose." He muttered. Marc sighed heavily. "You know, don't you?"
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Post by nan on Dec 28, 2009 16:58:44 GMT -5
Angela almost burst out laughing at a tired and confused Marc. Her lips twitched, but he finally smiled, she had a huge grin on her face. "Clara keeping you up late?" asked she, in an amused tone. Clara could be a tough one, at times. She sometimes wondered, if she and Trent were together the time when she was pregnant, how tired would Trent have been? Because, she knew he would insist on taking care of her, doing each and every little thing for her. And she would never know, as their marriage had ended for good.
She gauged Marc's reaction carefully. Was he really okay with Clara being pregnant? Granted they were a little too young to have a kid already, but still? Or was it just, tiredness? She smiled reluctantly, as she returned, "Me? I have been doing much better than I had for some time now." And then he'd asked if she knew. She laughed softly, "Of course I know, she came running to me, I was there when she took the test. How is the pregnancy treating her? Has the morning sickness hit her?" Inquired she.
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