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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 2, 2010 12:08:09 GMT -5
After giving them a look, the other guy, still nameless in Dylan's mind, walked off. Good ridance, Dylan was sick of looking at him. Charlie managed a smile, which surprised him, but pleasantly so. The bell rang and he rolled his eyes a little. He couldn't miss class but man, he was far from his normal studious frame of mind.
He thought back to all that happened. It was a little crazy and he figured everyone already knows now. Gossip spread so fast here. Maybe he shouldn't have kept fighting but he didn't feel regretful of it. It did bother him, how he could do that then tomorrow morning go to mass. He looked at her, remembering how he fell after that punch and how she got in between them. "Thanks." he said. It's been ages since he's had any sort of help, anybody giving him protection. For so long it's been him and him only to protect himself. He didn't know if he liked this change or not. [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 2, 2010 12:47:59 GMT -5
Charlotte and Dylan made quite the team, and Charlie was realizing this was a small smile to herself when he thanked her. Dylan was there for her, like when he tried to prevent the debacle in the cafeteria from happening, and countless other instances. And she had somehow managed to save him from getting the crap beat out of him. This was how real friendship worked. You gave back to somebody and trusted in them, and didnt necessarily expect to recieve anything in return. But you could count on your friends, and Charlotte knew she could count on Dylan - and she wanted him to be able to count on her. This was quite the epiphany. She had been so alone before, but now she had someone to rely on and who could rely on her.
"Youre welcome." Charlotte replied, quite pleased with the idea that she had finally realized she could - and would - do things to show Dylan that she was his friend too, and he could count on her. Even if she was a little timid sometimes.
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