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This week is show week. I have an estimate of 5 hours left of homework (I calculated this)... That being said, I have rehearsal Monday-Wednesday from 2pm - 10:30pm, and Thursday-Saturday I have the show from 6pm-roughly 11pm. I won't be on much this week, and I'm sorry in advance for that. I just can't take on so much at one time, and avoid being sick. I should be back Sunday, and I might be able to get on for some fleeting moments here and there.

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jk dylan’s hot ur hot ily

Hahaha Dylan is hot. Idk about me man I mean I haven't even posted a pic of myself so xD

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Eugh, tell me about it, man. You actually have to put effort into your appearance.

Damn it, going to a club is so much work.

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Y'know, it's funny. I keep conveniently missing social gatherings.

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"You don't need to thank me for being around, Bones. It's not like it's a chore," Cooper chuckled softly, casting her a soft smile. "You don't expect me to lie, do you? Because I could take it back, but... It really wouldn't be too truthful of me."

The boy was too busy trying to stop himself from thinking about what his heart yearned for, to tell Essex the truth -- the whole truth regarding his feelings, the ones he'd been harboring for quite some time. But... He was scared. Would it be worth it, losing Essex over something he could simply hide away from view? It was getting more difficult by the minute to conceal his feelings, to the point where it almost tore at him. He could tell Essex... But she'd probably laugh, pass it off as a joke... They were friends. And, based upon his late nights spent tossing and turning, mulling over the situation in his restless mind, it was almost certain that they'd remain as such.

She couldn't ever feel like that about you... You're you, Cooper reasoned with himself, biting his lip. There's a shitload of better guys out there, ones that could obviously surpass you in every area necessary to win her heart. There's no fight; there's no chance of anything happening. You're Cooper. Her best friend. End of story. But, despite his mind's urges, his heart continued to hope, continued to wish, that perhaps, in his wildest dreams, she could still have a chance of reciprocating his feelings.

"O-oh, um... Yeah... Sure," Cooper said softly, letting out a quiet, nervous laugh. His cheeks darkened in color as he bit his lip, taking a few seconds to compose himself before gently reaching out to take the shirt -- his shirt, he noticed, and couldn't help but blush a bit more due to the fact. The chestnut haired boy helped Essex get into her shirt, gently easing the soft fabric over her head and onto her slim frame. His fingertips grazed her waist, an accidental touch that was tender nonetheless, as he straightened out the shirt, his honey-brown eyes flickering from her upper back to the floor. His cheeks heated a bit more as he bit the inside of his cheek, mentally kicking himself for staring before.

"All set," he said softly, smiling, albeit a bit sheepishly.

"No, just my life." She teased playfully. "Not yours." She let her fingers bring her hair to one side, leaving room for Cooper to slide her zipper down without catching on her locks. "Thanks for being here, Coop." She told him. "I’m not your life’s purpose. Don’t say that." She heard the sound of his soft footsteps pad toward her, and then he rested his hands on the zip.

Essex could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. Never in her life had she been this personal with a boy, especially of all, Cooper Daniels. She could feel the warmth radiating off of his body as his hands gracefully tugged the zipper along, it moving swiftly and smoothly down her back. The cool air stung her burns, causing her to wince. Never had she imagined that she would be undressed by Cooper. Ever. But something was right about it to her. It felt to right to have his loving and tender touch grace her skin so gently as he always managed to do. Gentle.  That was a word she could use to describe him. He was so harmless, and his touch was nothing but soothing. Like a hot bath on a cold winter’s day. Just soothing.

She turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of Cooper from the corner of her eye. Everything about that boy was perfect. Essex was thoroughly surprised that he hadn’t noticed the way she melted when she saw his eyes, or how her cheeks flushed a bright red when his skin brushed hers. He’s oblivious. She thought. He’d never see it in a million years. This is what the friendzone looks like. She sighed.

"You could help if you want." Her eyes widened at what she’d just said, and she looked down at the ground, letting her hair fall to cover her red face. "I mean, I just… if you wan— I should probably stop talking." She muttered a few words to herself, sighing heavily, "I’m a bit sore, but if you could help me get my shirt over my head, that’d be great."

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Hey hi yes so my teachers thought it'd be convenient to assign me 5 hours of homework tonight, plus rehearsal is running until 8pm and I have a French exam tomorrow. I hate not being able to get online, but tonight's going to be damn crazy. I'll try my best to get online, if I ever get through this pile of work. :l

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notskylar replied to your post: [[MOR] YOU GUYS MY TEAM FOR MY SHOW CHOIR...

omg jimmy neutron nICE go kick some butt ok!!!!

Okay and I will totes post pics on Saturday night~. :D

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YOU GUYS MY TEAM FOR MY SHOW CHOIR SCAVENGER HUNT JUST DECIDED THE THEME

IT'S JIMMY NEUTRON

AND GUESS WHO I AM BECAUSE I'M THE ONLY ONE WITH LONG ENOUGH HAIR THAT'S THE SAME COLOR

JIMMY

Ohmygosh. We are going to win this costume contest. :D

Okay, carry on~

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"I don't know... I don't really do much in the line of fire." Cooper's skin tingled with Essex's tender touch, his eyes flickering up to meet Essex's gaze. He looked up at her through dark lashes, his eyes holding nothing but warmth, affection, and a concern one could only possess for a person whom they cherished like no other. Essex, of course, was that person to Cooper.

"I won't. I might as well owe him mine as well," the chestnut haired boy murmured, wrinkling his nose a bit as Essex poked it, a slight smile seeking residence on his lips. He watched Essex get up, practically itching with the instinct to stand, to help her up, to minimize the pain. He shifted a little, sitting up as she stood, ready to help at a moment's notice.

"Psh, yeah, right. You're practically my life's purpose, Bones," Cooper noted jokingly. Behind the humorous front, however, there was nothing but truth. He wouldn't be able to live without her. Not for long.

"Hey, no," Cooper shook his head, smiling softly as he stood. "It's not silly at all." He made his way over to her, reaching out to take a hold of the zipper. He then pulled it down ever so slowly, careful to keep his eyes from wandering.

She was gorgeous; she was beyond beautiful... Even with scratches, bruises, and burns littered across her skin, Essex was still absolutely dazzling. Hell, she could be wearing a trash bag, or have green skin, and Cooper was sure he'd still find her absolutely breathtaking.

"Okay... There," he whispered breathlessly, having completely unzipped the dress. "Do you need help getting out of it, or...?" he said softly, his voice maintaining a smooth, composed sound, whereas his face was practically burning up. His heart was racing, fluttering within his chest, and he tried not to focus on the fact that he was literally helping Essex undress. Cooper cleared his throat, bringing up a hand to rub at the back of his neck. "But, um... If you don't, that's totally cool too because, uh... I'm not like... Underestimating your capabilities or anything, I... Yeah." He let out a nervous chuckle, brown eyes darting to the floor.

"You’re just as strong as me." She told him. Her fingers lightly skimmed the skin of his jaw, "If not, you’re stronger." Essex had grown to admire Cooper’s strength. If she were him, and had to watch her best friend basically go into what had the potential to be a war zone, she’d be terrified beyond compare. But Cooper, he lived every day in fear that Essex wouldn’t come home, and she hated doing that to a person — instilling that fear of death on them, but she couldn’t help it.

Essex watched his expression morph into different ones as she let the story pour from between her lips. “Don’t forget to thank Luca, okay?” She told him, poking him lightly on the nose, “I owe that boy my life.” She sighed, and pushed the horrific memories of the night out of her head. She attempted to sit up, and she smiled sadly when she’d made it up, but the pain shot through her body. “Ugh.” She muttered. “I’m sorry, I need to change.” 

She slid off the bed, nodding at him as he spoke. “You’d live without me. I’m not much to miss.” She chuckled softly, limping over to her dresser and pulling a shirt of his out, which was baggy and came to about half way down her thigh. “I know this is silly,” She began, “But could you please help me out of my dress? I can’t get the zipper.” She blushed, but she faced away from him, hoping he’d comply.

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You did what was best, Max. She wouldn't have been safe if you let her live alone. Making decisions for others, especially people we care about, is difficult. And I know it's probably not much of a consolation, but you made the right one. She's safer now, and, whether you believe it or not, probably happier, too. She's with people who can care for her properly, and help her live her life to the fullest.

I... My father, he... It's... It's not like that. It's not like he was ill and I made a decision for him, or did anything for his best interest. I, um... After thirteen years, I...

Don't give him the power to control you. I know it's hard. After all this time, you need to focus on what's best for you. If you give him the power then you'll always fail. You can't repeat the past but you can mend it. My mother... she was the smartest woman in the whole wide world but then she... I was very close to her but she was a paranoid schizophrenic and when I turned 18. I had to send her to an institution and...I'm never going to forgive myself for doing it.

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It's nothing personal, honestly. I'm just really not open to talking about much.

Sounds like fun. The gory kind, or the classics?

Liar.

Nope, but I was totally gonna binge-watch horror movies tonight, which is really more excitement than I need on a daily basis.

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No Google involved, I'm afraid. I don't like putting my credibility in the hands of an internet-based search engine. The internet is a hub of incorrect articles of information that are based more upon opinion than fact.

Interesting. Did you use Google?

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I don't think I can, is the thing. I mean... I shouldn't be so affected by this. It's been five years. You'd think I would have gotten over it by now, but... It keeps eating away at me. I hate that he -- that this can still make me feel this way, even after so long. He -- It still has power over me after all of this time, and that's what I hate the most.

Sometimes we all need to feel human, it’s normal that you want to block bad things from you but they always come back, and all we can do is face them. I have my up and down’s too, even if it’s hard to believe. But you have to let it out, it’s better that way. if you want to cry, cry. Here’s my shoulder, not too strong but I can hold you.

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I'm not sure if you can call that speaking, per se. It's more of a parroting of what they hear, hence their name. But, animals do have their own means of communication within their own species. Humans just can't breech that lingual gap, let alone begin to interpret it. While we rely on more obvious modes of communication -- body language, verbal expression, facial expression -- animals can detect much subtler frequencies and indications of various situations and interactions. Whether they can reach and maintain the level of communication humans have is debatable, but there's some aspect of interaction between various species that can lead us to deduce that they may have a more complex communications system, one that may, in theory, resemble our own.

I never understood how parrots can speak. If they can speak then I’m positive other animals can too, they just don’t show it to us.

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Thanks. Maybe I'll take you up on that sometime.

That's good to hear. How's your day been going? Anything exciting happen?

Sounds fucked, I’m sorry. If you ever, like, need someone to talk to—I mean, I’m kinda useless with emotions, but whatever—I’m around.

I accept your not-so-subtle change of subject, angel. I’m great, as always.

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Thanks, Holmes. It means a lot. I, um... I guess I'm just more attached to things than I thought I'd be. Y'know, convincing myself I can distance myself from emotions and all that. But... It's kind of harder than people make it look.

I’m here Watson, I’m always here for you. So don’t worry, you’re not alone.