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Post by jesse michael hollows on Sept 8, 2010 4:51:19 GMT -5
Since what happen with Matthew getting taken Jesse thought it was better off if he took a few more days off from work to be at home well all the time. He was sitting out in the garage working on his car like normal when he got a text from Caroline. He thought she knew he was home but I guess not so he stopped what he was doing and headed up stairs too her room, it said she had something to show him. "Hey Carrie what do you need to show me?"
He walked in and smiled seeing her sitting on her bed messing around with her laptop like normal. "Can I ask you a question how well did you know Tiffany? I just found out some information that she was hiding not to mention the killer took Matthew from right under my nose i am waiting to hear back from a friend of mine in New York who is willing to watch him there for a bit until this all blows over."
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Post by caroline juliet hollows on Sept 10, 2010 17:42:50 GMT -5
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[/b][/color] she said sarcastically. Then she turned back to her computer and shut it down. Closing the lid she placed it in one of the drawers underneath her bed. Jesse spoke again and a puzzled expression crossed the girl’s face. “I was never really friends with Tiff to be honest. I mean, I was never really friends with that whole crowd, apart from Abby of course.” She paused and nodded then shuddered at the sound of the killer. Hearing that Tiffany had been hiding something was not particularly good news either. “Good idea Jesse. That must’ve been scary but I’m glad you got him back.” Smiling again she closed both the notebooks and placed them in the drawer next to the one her laptop was in. This was her usual OCD-like quality. Everything had its own place. Standing up she walked over and grabbed one of the acoustic guitars of its stand. She vaguely recalled that it was one that Jesse had given her for a birthday present one year. It was really quite a beautiful guitar, her favourite too, apart from the one her parents had given her. Sitting back down on the bed she pulled a pick out of one of the drawers. This particular draw was filled completely with various guitar picks. Looking over at Jesse she smiled. “I finished it Jesse; I mean seriously, I finally finished it.” She beamed at him. It was amazing how many times she had spoken to the family about that song she was writing, originally because Abigail had asked her to. But she’d never been able to finish it. [/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE][/ul][/SIZE] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
TAG jesse hollows
WORDS!? - 571
MUSE!? - toxic by britney spears
CLOTHING!? - click
NOTES!? - old school song i was listening to just then...really terrible song too
CREDIT!? - Goes to Squee @ CautionTwo.Oh, bishes.
>_> Steal it and I'll eat your face.
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