romance soap?
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Thread Topic: romance soap?
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"I won't hurt you if that's what you're thinking. You're hurt, I'm not just going to let you wander around with a bleeding face all night." He huffed and kept his distance from her. "What happened anyway?" He already knew the answer.
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"I'm not worried about that, and I have this glass table, in my room, and I tripped and cut myself, I'm kind of clumsy." She hated to lie so she chose her words carefully, so not all of it was a lie.
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"Huh." He narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head. "Do you always do that? Trip over everything?" He couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped his mouth as they got closer to his house. He looked around slowly and relaxed slightly.
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"Don't laugh at me. So I'm a little clumsy, no need to be mean." Janice had a light chuckle in her voice.
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They arrived at his house and he went through a mental check that everything was put away. "Come on in, welcome to my house." He held open the front door for her that led into a dining room and connected with the kitchen, living room, and a hall way to the left.
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Janice rubbed her cheek against the shoulder of her t-shirt. "Nice house." She mumbled. Suddenly her scar hurt more than before.
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He led her towards the kitchen and pointed at the chair at the kitchen table. "Sit." He said simply and began to bru coffee before dissapearing down the hall and coming back a moment later with medical supplies in his arms. "Thanks."
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Janice sat down in the chair. "Its fine you know, you don't need to be a doctor." She moved her head in a way, so more hair fell in front of her face.
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He sat infront of her and frowned. "Stop being stubborn before I tie you to the chair." He brushed back her hair and started to clean away the blood. "It looks like you might have a scar above your eye but that's it, the rest is shallow."
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Janice flinched. She pulled away her head. "That hurts." she moaned, ignoring he said something.
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"I understand that it hurts." He wrapped one hand behind her head and held her in place. "Suck it up, I'm almost done." He finished his work and butterfly stitched the top part of it and he let her go. "Done." He stood and walked to put everything away.
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"Oww, What did you do?" She placed her head on the table. "Can you pick me up tomorrow, my mom probably won't like if I walk by myself, and my head hurts."
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"Tomorrow's Saturday lassy." He called with a hint of a Scottish accent. He placed a steaming cup of coffee infront of her with the foam in the shape of a leaf. "Drink this, you'll feel a lot better."
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"I knew that." She sat up, and looked at the coffee. "This is like the coolest thing ever, how am I suppose to drink it?" She placed her hands around the cup.
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"Like this?" He sat down next to her with the same thing except his was black coffee, and he took a long drag from his cup. He smiled slightly, just a hint of it turning the corner of his lips up.
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