Post by Ammery on Dec 6, 2011 23:13:42 GMT -7
It was quickly found that Dea’con’s asshole behavior would never suit sweet little Blake’s personality. She was sure of that. Not to mention if he ever turned into her brother she would be forced to murder him. It would be duty bound of the planet to kill him in order to save the world from destruction. One Dea’con was enough for the planet. And she loved Blake the way he was. He was sweet for the most part; or normally.
Ammery knew that he wasn’t as fond of this shopping as much as he was of their real shopping fun. She did her best to make it fun for him letting him try on stuff he wanted as much as stuff for her parents meeting with him. It was hard to see him as panicked as he was. He was as much her boyfriend now as he was her best friend previously. Of course the last thing she wanted to see him like was panicked and upset. She really was trying to keep him calm through this whole thing but it appeared he was going to latch on to the feelings he had.
Ammery was less then pleased at her mothers bitchful reception at the door to both herself and of course to Blake. At least her father appeared to be his normal relaxed self. She had always wondered how he stood that woman but he knew it was different when it was just them. He kept her mother sane somehow and far less bitchy then when she was alone. That was one thing she had to give her father; he has passed some of that on to her. She was far happier to be more like her father then her mother in that respect. Her mother was no more then some stuck up bitch.
Ammery sighed standing next to Blake chewing her bottom lip. Her eyes drifted to one of the doorways that Dea’con happened to be walking through to where they were. ”My sister!” he said with a smirk throwing his arms open wide and hugging her tightly. She growled at him and just stood there until he let her go. ”Leave her alone Dea’con” her father warned and Dea’con slinked off to what she guessed to go cry to mommy. ”Do you want help with your bags or no?” he dad asked and she shook her head grabbing hers and motioning for Blake to follow.
Ammery walked up the hardwood stairs to where the hallway was and walked to the third door to the right to where her room was. She opened the door walking into her room and setting her bag down sitting down on the bed and patting the spot next to her.
She sighed heavily and leaned back to flop on the bed the rest of the way closing her eyes. Ammery stared up at the black ceiling which was surprisingly the same color from when she had last been here. It amazed her that her mother had never changed the color from when she had painted it as a teenager. The walls were a darker rich purple with black trim. Her floor was hardwood with a furry black carpet on it. The lamps were all different funky shapes and an array of dark grays.
”I guess we will head back downstairs in a few minutes” she mumbled still keeping her eyes to the ceiling. She glanced over at him and sighed heavily at the thought of having to sit down and deal with her mother for a whole dinner. After that she would certainly be retreating back up to her room with Blake. She didn’t want to spend time with her family at all!
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