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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 17, 2008 15:50:44 GMT -5
"Alright. That would work. If I can find them." Frank hated any guitar that wasn't made from Guitar Hero. It wasn't that he wasn't a talented musician, hell, he'd been playing guitar since he was fifteen, but guitars just seemed to bore him. Sure, they made a great sound for a band, but Frank didn't want to be in a band. Perfom a Beethoven song in front of millions of people, yes. But band? No, thank you. He stared at a painting on the wall, wondering if he should straighten it. Of course, if he didn't straighten it, it'd bug him until he did, but he didn't want to get up, either. He'd just sat down, for God's sake. "Excuse me one moment," he said to Twigg and stood up. He turned the picture to the left then took a step back. Too far. He pushed it to the right just a hair, then stepped back. Perfect. He sat back down next to Twigg and smiled. "Crooked picture."
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 17, 2008 16:12:02 GMT -5
"If not, my place is only like 2 secs away hun," crossing her legs beneath her she flipped open the top of her Dr Pepper and took a swig, washing away the sour taste of the chips from her mouth, leaving her refreshed. Following his eyes once again she saw the crooked picture and this time rolled her eyes as he stood to straighten it. "Oh come on Frank, that wasn't necessary," she joked, though there was a hint of seriousness in his voice, there were only so many strange quirks she could take, after all she had enough of her own. Looking back at the picture she nodded "Perfect," before motioning for him to come sit back down beside her.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 17, 2008 16:19:44 GMT -5
Frank looked at the now straight picture then back at Twigg. "Yeah, it was totally nessceary," he said, then took a sip from his almost empty Dr Pepper can. He smiled. "Things have to be in perfect order," he said, shrugging, then giving a small laugh. He was actually pathetic when it came to his OCD problems. "Ah, I love you, Twigg." He said. He meant it. She was probably the reason he was alive, not buried twenty feet underground taking an eternity-long nap.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 17, 2008 16:24:24 GMT -5
His entire utterance drew a genuine laugh from her lips, that for once weren't as blood red as usual, but a paler more subtle colour, mostly because she'd managed to lick half of her lipstick off by now after dealing with Tyler and drinking her Dr Pepper. Taking another mouthful she shook her head at her best friends brother, marveling again at the closeness between them, usually Twigg's sexual partners barely lasted the night, let alone stick around as long as Frank had. When he announced his love for her she giggled again, "Ah, you know I love you too Frank baby," rising from her position on the floor she crossed the carpet and planted a small kiss on his lips before grabbing the empty can from his hand and crossing back into the kitchen to dispose of it. "Want another love?"
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 17, 2008 16:36:51 GMT -5
Frank felt blood rushing into his cheeks when their lips met...Just for a moment, which wasn't near long enough. "No, thanks," he called back to her moments later. Brain cells apparently moved slower at times like these. "But I'm going to look for the guitars. Pretty sure they're in my study room." He stood up and put the coasters back into the drawer and slowly let his feet lead him to his study, a place where he'd be locked inside during finals time. There was even a cot in one of the corners. The bills were piled high on his desk and were scattered around the floor, most of them belonging to his cell phone provider, giving him warnings to turn in his bill very soon. Frank opened the closet and coughed when a wad of dust flew onto him when he patted the first hard thing he found. He pulled out the box, his guiatr case. "Hello, beautiful," he whispered when the case was opened. The guitar had been expensive, but it was beautiful. It was black with hot pink strings. Very smooth, very prefect. "Found it," he announced to Twigg, setting it down on his couch. "Beautiful, no?"
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 17, 2008 16:56:58 GMT -5
The kiss had just been one of those things that she did without consideration, but she had noticed the look on his face and felt the butterflies return to her stomach as she disappeared into the kitchen. Hearing him call back a negative she pulled open the refrigerator and selected a can for herself, once she had can of the stuff she had to have another, it was like an addiction that lay dormant until she awoke at the most annoying moments. Closing the door again she padded back into the living room, her slippered feet muffled on the purple carpet, seeing the room empty she took her seat back on the sofa and crossed her legs under her again, making sure her dress covered her legs as much as possible. When she heard his voice again she turned and watched him drop onto the couch beside her, a black guitar in his hands that she recognised vaguely, "perfect" she repeated, her eyes flashing as they met his.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 17, 2008 17:09:39 GMT -5
Frank smiled when he realized he had apprently done something right by finding a beautiful guitar hidden away in his closet. He ran his fingers along the strings and his smile grew even bigger. "Isn't it?" he agreed with her word. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. "Well, I'm glad you like it," he said, kissing her cheek gently. "Don't scratch it, whatever you do. It was expensive as hell." He took her hand and led her back to his room. "Just set your drink on my desk, I guess. Or finish it and throw it away." He shrugged. "Whatever."
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 17, 2008 17:42:31 GMT -5
Normally she would have scolded him from keeping something so nice hidden away from the world in a dust closet and not playing it like it was made to be, it annoyed Twigg when rich people bought loads of guitars and just displayed them, they were meant to be used. When he pressed his lips against her cheek in much the same way as she had earlier she couldn't help but smile, turning her head slightly so he met her lips instead. Rising from her chair she took it in her hands. "I promise to treat it as if it were my very own," giving him a wink she let him grab her wrist and lead him back to his room, setting her drink on his cluttered desk she gripped the guitar and strummed it gently.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 17, 2008 17:55:22 GMT -5
Ah, she was happy with the guitar, which would make the shot even more natural. "I'm glad you like it. It suits you very well." He kissed her again, but his time on her lips, and didn't break away after a second. Twigg really shouldn't be doing this to him. Wait, she wasn't doing anything to him. But, they were just friends...with benefits? Maybe more? Oh, his head was spinning when he broke away. "Ah, well, that wall awaits," he said, trying to catch his breath as he turned on his camera.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 20, 2008 13:24:32 GMT -5
Doing a small theatrical bow she grinned, throwing him another wink as she rested the precious guitar on the bed. When he leaned forward to kiss her again she hid the mix of shock and delight from her face and leant into it, allowing her eyes to flicked close and her lips to linger until he pulled away once more. Slightly distracted from the topic of conversation she blinked a few times, his words barely registering before she heard wall. "Oh.. yeah," she finally managed, flicking her hair in attempt to make herself feel more put together, turning slightly she picked up the instrument she had only just put down and returned to her position facing him, a small smile back on her lips as she met his eyes.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 20, 2008 18:29:20 GMT -5
"You're playing it," he called a pose as he stared at Twigg from the screen on the camera. She made such a beautiful, perfect model. Ah, he had to stop thinking about her like this...romantically. It seemed so wrong. She was his best friend, nothing more, despite his and Kennie's wishes. "You're beautiful," he encouraged. "You're a rockstar!" Frank tried to sound professional, but wasn't sure if he was making the cut for professional photographer.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 20, 2008 18:35:01 GMT -5
Twigg found it extremely cute as he began to direct her, she knew he probably felt uncomfortable so she fought the 'aww' that bubbled up inside her, desperate to escape and tell her true feelings. Nodding slightly she crossed to the wall, holding the guitar loosely in her fingers and striking a few chords every few seconds before changing her position slightly or her facial expression. After getting a little too carried away she began playing a simple tune before breaking into a grin and looking up at Frank. "Nothing like authenticity" she teased before leaning her back against the wall and looking him in the eye, fighting back another involuntary action, this time a sigh, a sigh that only she and Frank would understand.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 20, 2008 18:54:25 GMT -5
Neither one of them were really into this "photoshoot" obviously. Turning off his camera for the last time, Frank looked into Twigg's eyes. "Today is obviously not the day for a photoshoot," he said, throwing the camera onto the bed. "But I say it'd still be fun to chill," he added with a small smile. Honestsly, Frank wasn't too fond of living alone, after living with Kennie all his life, so he tried to keep company to stay over as long as possible. "Hell, I'll even pay the babysitter's fees for watching Ty," he pleaded with both his eyes and his voice for Twigg to stay.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 20, 2008 19:01:33 GMT -5
Green eyes followed the discarded camera as it bounced across the soft surface of his bed, staring at it for a moment as it finally lay still atop the familiar covers before they were raised to his face where they rested for along while. Not speaking for a few seconds she gave a nod before a warm smile curled her lips, Twigg wasn't generally one for smiles like this unless she was around her son or Kennie, but it seemed Frank was also one of those exceptions. "You don't need to pay, it's fine, she'd probably be glad of something to do," maybe it was abit harsh of her, she wasn't sure what she'd do without Janey, but the girl really was a bit of a drip. "Chilling sounds great to me," still leaning against the wall she gave him another grin before walking across his room and sitting on his bed to put her feet back in his slippers where she had left them.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 20, 2008 22:41:27 GMT -5
Ah, great minds think alike, as always. "Chilling is always great," Frank said, flinging himself onto the bed next to Twigg. "If you hang with the right person, it's even better." The only question was, what was there to do in Frank's house. The only video games that weren't totally ruined were guitar hero CD's. "Too bad there's nothing to do in this house of mine," he complained, resting his arms on his legs and sighed. He looked around his room. Posters, pictures, posters, pictures. Exciting room? Oh, you know it.
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