~The Cellar~
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Thread Topic: ~The Cellar~
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Ann furrowed her brow and tilted her head in confusion. Landon hadn't said anything about being asthmatic, then again there were lots of things she didn't know about the attractive teen. She took a few hesitant steps forward "Is he okay..?"
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Charles nodded as he held the inhaler against the boy's mouth. "Yeah, he's fine. Happens all the time. Landon gets attack regularly. And I can't really call an ambulance because I don't want to raise suspicion about you being here." Charles shook his head, clicking his tounge. "He'll be fine." He repeated.
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Ann nodded and scooted a little closer. "Ah, okay.." She looked at Landon's face for any sign that something was wrong. She still didn't trust Charles.
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Landon was pale and his bright eyes were closed shut, his breathing slow. Charles rolled his eyes. "Brat.." He muttered, moving the inhaler away.
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Ann sidled up alongside Charles, as opposed to slightly behind him. She lightly placed her fingertips on the side of the bed and leaned ever so slightly forward, still giving him space. "Landon...?" she whispered.
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Charles stood up and left the room, leaving the inhaler on the bed. As he climbed the stairs, Charles yelled down at the two. "I'll be back at seven for dinner!" He shut the door and locked the cellar door, then was gone.
Landon's eyes fluttered open then closed again. He curled up into a smaller ball, groaning. -
Upon Charles' departure, Ann sighed and relaxed. "Thank goodness." She turned her attention to Landon and gently laid a hand on his shoulder "Are you alright?"
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Landon nodded slowly, his heas throbbing. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the clock. It was almost five o'clock, so he decided he better start making dinner before his father came down in a couple hours.
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Ann stupidly nodded back and stood up straight, removing her hand. "You should rest. I can make dinner, just let me know what we're having."
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Landon shook his head quickly, too quickly. He pressed the back of his wrist against his forehead, as if that would ease the pain. "I can cook, it's fine. All I have to do is throw some noodles into a pot and turn the oven on. Were having spaghetti, but I have canned sauce." Landon crawled put of the bed and stood up, making his way towards the living room.
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Ann frowned and let a low growl of distaste. She followed him to the living room, and at that time grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the couch. "Sit. Down." She said, glaring at his head.
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Landon sighed and let the girl pull him towards the pure white couch. He sat down and curled up into a ball.
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Ann gently patted his head once and muttered "stretch out." She headed off to the kitchen and started rummaging through the cupboards, familiarizing herself with the kitchen.
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Landon rolled his eyes but did as he was told. He stretched his legs out with a groan, and lied on the couch quietly.
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Ann peeked into the living room from the kitchen and nodded. That should get the air flowing. She went back to making dinner; boiling noodles, cooking veggies, and adding her own little spices to the sauce so it tasted less manufactured. She couldn't find any Italian bread, so she just used regular sandwich bread.
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