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Post by Alisia Jackson on Sept 3, 2007 15:44:50 GMT -5
[[TRISTON]]
The wood was cold as Triston walked barefoot across it. She had just hidden her dress in her closet with a few charms so Hunter wouldn't see it. It was hard to contain her excitement. There was a lot more to do.
Sitting on the couch cross legged she propped her notebook on her lap and began writing the guest list, waiting for Hunter to ccome home. She wanted to know if ... if his dad was coming. The thought terrified and sickened her. He wasn't a good man and the last time she'd seen him...well Triston didn't want to remember that at all.
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Post by Hunter Astin on Sept 3, 2007 16:10:15 GMT -5
Hunter entered his house to find Triston sitting on the couch with a notebook. "What are you doing?" He asked as he slipped his shoes off and sat next to her, sitting cross-legged, trying to peek over the side of the book. He rubbed his eyes, they kind of hurt.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Sept 3, 2007 16:14:39 GMT -5
Reaching over she scratched his scruff and kissed his cheek. "Making the invite list." Chewing on the end of her pen she tapped her foot lightly.
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Post by Hunter Astin on Sept 3, 2007 16:53:07 GMT -5
Hunter made a little groaning noise in his throat and meanuvered himself so his head was in Triston's lap and his feet hung over the side of the couch. "How's it going?" He asked, looking up at her.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Sept 3, 2007 16:56:47 GMT -5
Running her fingers through his hair, still chewing the edge of the pen she shrugged. "Not much now...I'm distracted." She laughed. His hair was softer than usual today. "You used my shampoo didn't you." She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile.
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Post by Hunter Astin on Sept 3, 2007 17:02:28 GMT -5
"Yes. I ran out of mine." He smiled. "Who're the bridesmaids?" He asked, looking up at the list, but he couldn't really read it in his position.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Sept 3, 2007 17:05:20 GMT -5
"Well mine smells better anyway." She teased, kissing his forhead. "Well Gabby is the maid of honor naturally. The girls are going to be maids....I tihnk I'll have Cambree be the little flower twirly person..." Triston tapped the paper with the pen. "Whose your best man?" She asked him.
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Post by Hunter Astin on Sept 3, 2007 17:16:21 GMT -5
Hunter nodded as she spoke. "Ben." He shrugged. "What color are the dresses? The flowers should match.. I don't want to mess that up." A lopsided grin spread on his face.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Sept 3, 2007 17:17:50 GMT -5
Letting her head fall against the cushioning of the couch Triston let out a low laugh. "Alli's dress is the one I wore to the gala in seventh year, Gabby bought it for me then. It's green. The rest are going to be a lighter green." She said, smling at him. She was damned well going to be the only one in white. "You walking down the aisle with me?" She asked, towseling his hair.
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Post by Hunter Astin on Sept 3, 2007 17:25:48 GMT -5
"Green. ok." He reached up to touch her haird, just because. "Am I allowed to do that? I thought someone was suppose to give you away to me." He chuckled.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Sept 3, 2007 17:29:01 GMT -5
"Well you've owned me more than anyone." She laughed, loving the feel of his hand in her hair. Leaning over she pressed her lips to his gently but hard.
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Post by Hunter Astin on Sept 3, 2007 17:39:14 GMT -5
Hunter smiled against her lips. "But I can't give you to myself!" He laughed. Then he put his hand on her cheek and kissed her again. "But we'll do whatever you want."
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Sept 3, 2007 17:41:33 GMT -5
"I guess I could ask your best man." She said, kissing him again. "Sound good?" She asked kissing him a few more times, smiling against him. Laughing inside herself. Putting her hand on his that was on her cheek she smiled at him.
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Post by Hunter Astin on Sept 3, 2007 17:59:52 GMT -5
"Sounds good." He smiled back. "I have a headache." He said in a whiney voice and closed his eyes. "Make it better."
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Post by Triston Astin on Sept 5, 2007 18:31:43 GMT -5
"Aw, poor baby." She giggled, kissing his forhead and trailing kisses down his cheek and jawbone to his lips, biting his bottom lip gently and pulling away. "feel better?" She asked him with a smirk.
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