Anyone wanna soap?
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Thread Topic: Anyone wanna soap?
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She stepped on on her foot purposely, she found this awkward, "See ya around.. I guess." Lizbeth paused and stood there awkwardly. "Bye." She mumbled and turned around and slowly walked away.
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"Bye!" Oliver called, trying to sound upbeat and happy. "Thanks for your-time!" Midsentance, his voice cracked. He couldn't help it, but it did. His eyes teared up again.
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Lizbeth heard his voice crack, she stopped and glanced over her shoulder. "U-u-u-uh, y-y-you s-sure you're f-fine..?" She had a slight shock in her eyes, she turned back to him and shifted her weight.
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Oliver refused to answer this time, and decided to stare at his feet, with a small shrug, mixed in with a nod.
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"U-uh, okay.. If.. Never mind," Lizbeth said turning around. "You're a guy, you don't communicate your feelings." She mumbled and started to walk away.
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"I see." Oliver said, crossing his arms. The crisp fall air was finally beginning to get to his unmuscular body.
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"Oh and sulking doesn't accomplish anything." Lizbeth said loudly back to him and picked up speed heading towards her apartment.
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"Whatever." He said coldly. He didn't need to be ordered around by a stranger.
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Lizbeth smirked with a light chuckle. She looked down at her watch. "Crap, I'm late again!" she said half panicing. She started running. "Why and I always like the freaking White Rabbit?"
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Oliver shrugged, not really concerning himself with the stranger. He sighed and his teeth chattered as a fridgid gust of wind-- like his current emotion hit him. He bit his lip and curled himself up on the bench, a few more hot tears steaming.
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Lizbeth sprinted up the stairs to her apartment, she dropped her bag on the floor and took off her shoes. She jogged into her room, she took off her uniform and put on light blue jeans the were ripped on the knees and almost faided white on her thighs. She thought that the black tank top she had on under her uniform was fine. She grabbed her bag and her brown combat boots, she locked her door and ran down the hall. She ran down the stairs, by the time she got to the second floor she was trying to pull on her boot. When she got to the ground floor she was tying her boot with the other im her mouth. "Late again, Lizbeth?" asked the guy holding open the door for her so she could get out. "You know it, Bill." she hopped out the door.
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Oliver grit his teeth unhappily and decided it was time to make his way back. He sighed and began to backtrack his previous steps, trudging.
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