Soap?
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Thread Topic: Soap?
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Zoey looked up at him and now big eyelashes framed her face with a flick of black eyeliner under her eye and above give her blue eyes a cat like look. "It's really not that bad." She said with a shrug and smiled. "Can I put some on you?"
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Petro let out a fake laugh, though he was smiling at her. "Ha, ha, no," he said while shaking his head. "Besides, it looks better on you anyways." Petro sighed a little after that and he ran his fingers through his hair for about the millionth time that day.
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"You're going to be bald by the time you are twenty." She said with a small smile. She stood up from her sitting position and looked up at him. "Is there anything you want to borrow from me to wear? I'm sure my dad's clothes will fit you." She said with a small smile.
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A look of deep though crossed Petro's face as he thought about it. He didn't really want to wear anything special because he was afraid, knowing how messy he could get, he'd just ruin the damn thing anyways. "If Jen was there, do you think she'd slap or yell at me if I were to just stick with this? Or would she-" Petro didn't dare finish what he was about to say. He didn't want to.
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Zoey frowned. "Say it." She said and tilted her head to one side causing her hair to fall over one shoulder with it. Her eyes looked wide and curious like a child and her face looked hard.
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A sigh escaped Petro's lips as he started the sentence over. "If Jen was there, do you think she'd slap and yell at me if I were to just stick with this? Or would she just slap and yell at me either way because of... that night?" Petro questioned, his eyes fluttering away from Zoey's in the middle of the sentence since he couldn't look at her. He didn't know why, he just couldn't look at her.
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Zoey thought about it for a moment and shrugged slightly. "I think she wouldn't care what we wear or of that night because she would love the fact you saved me and brought me happiness."
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Petro felt much better at Zoey's words and he even smiled a little wile he looked back up at her. He nodded his head and sighed. "I'll be the rebel then," he stated while looking over towards the door.
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Zoey put on flats and grabbed his hand. "Come on." She opened the door and led him down the stairs and towards the back door. Her parents where in the front seat of an silver car and Zoey lead him towards the back doors. "Ready?@
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Petro sighed and nodded his head and squeezed Zoey's hand in a reassuring way. "Yeah," he said softly, a small smile on his lips. He looked towards the door and nodded at the door for some reason. "Let's go."
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Zoey opened the car door and slid into the back seat and once Petro joined her side she leaned against him for strength and closed her eyes. The car ride was quiet, but a peaceful sad quiet where everyone just needed some time. They pulled up the funeral home and Zoey looked out the window at the mass of people walking inside.
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Yet again, another sigh escaped Petro's lips as he looked away from the home and down at Zoey. He wondered what was going through her mind, what she was going to say about her best friend. Everyone's going to be looking up at her to talk about that night, and he wondered how she was going to take it. "Are you ready?" he questioned quietly while trying his best not to look out that window yet.
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"No." She said quietly and forced herself to pull off of Petro and go out the door. Eyes instantly found her and quickly looked away as if they were afraid she would shatter under their gaze. Lifting her head up and steeling her gaze she led the way inside and past the people who parted like she had a disease. Once up front she had to stop as her eyes fell on the open casket. Jen looked as if she had a smirk playing on her lips and her red hair looked like flame spread around her head and her skin looked unnaturally pale, even for her.
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The only thing Petro could do was follow after her. Nothing he could say would take the pain that Zoey felt. It might for a few minutes, but until she learned to accept the fact that she was gone, there was nothing he could do.
He followed Jen inside of the house, not caring about what everyone else was doing, and he stopped a few feet away from Zoey. He didn't want to get close enough to look inside the open casket. He didn't want to see the dead girl inside of it. Instead, he just stood there like a lost puppy and watched Zoey. -
Zoey blinked a few times as she tried to let the scene before her register in her brain properly. Jen. Body. Dead. The words repeated themselves in her head as she just stood there frozen and locked her legs unable to move and suddenly breathing became hard as if a million pound weight was resting on her chest.
Sucking in a hard breath she looked over to two grieving parents. One was a big muscular man who looked just like Jen in the face, in his arms stood a small petite woman with soft brown hair and sad green eyes. Zoey walked over and suddenly she was embraced into a big hug by both and she closed her eyes inhaling Jen's parents smells and the smell of their house.
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