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Post by EMMA MAE ARGENT on May 20, 2013 13:12:49 GMT -5
“Matt!! Come on!” Emma shouted impatiently from the living room. To be fair she really didn’t give him much warning this morning. Matt, Nash, and her had a discussion about who was going to teach Emma how to drive. Since, you know, she was sixteen and was determined to learn more than one way of transportation. Neither really volunteered on the spot, but they all agreed that April would not be a good idea. So Emma did what she does best, volunteer Matt against his will. He was like her slightly older brother. Matt was closer to her in age then the rest of them were and for some reason she favored him slightly more than the rest of them. Even over her actual older sister. Em found Matt extremely entertaining and he was the only one she was…well sassy around. Her older sister was kind of mean to her and she didn’t really have the guts to stand up to her. And it was a hit or miss with Nash on a day to day basis. Then again it was a hit or miss with Matt too, but Emma looked past that.
So she went to his house and basically told him that he was going to teach her how to drive. Without any warning or room for refusal, like it normally was with them two. Despite Matt being an alpha, it seemed like Emma had a little more power in their relationship. At least that’s what she thought, because this is her thought process and not Matt’s. Or Matthew as she liked to call him often. So there she was sitting in his living room, waiting for his slow butt. Being her ADD-self, she glanced at the table and suddenly got an idea. Thanks to Youtube and the television, Emma has learned a little about music. When she gets bored the girl finds a new hobby and learns new things. Em was very intelligent because of this trait, but of course that didn’t help her in the whole social thing. Though people seemed to like her more so than a lot of other people, they were still put off by her ability to not have a filter.
That being said, she caught site of a very conveniently placed paper and pen. And she began drawing a treble cleft on random lines and then proceeded to write music notes. It looked like a mess, but Emma was able to pick things up so it probably sounded good out loud. But of course it looked disorganized because that’s how her mind was set up. She began to tap the pen on the side of table in a pattern, staring at the paper. “I think I’m becoming a musical genius!” she cheered to Matt, who was probably not even paying attention to her and still getting ready. Or doing whatever he was doing in the back. Maybe jerking off. That was always possible. After a few minutes of doing that, she grew bored again and leaned back on the couch. “At this rate, I’m going to be 80 by the time I learn how to drive,” she mumbled angrily to herself. |
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Post by MATTHEW REED on May 22, 2013 23:54:12 GMT -5
Matt!! Come on! He was coming on, and he was doing it at his own goddamn pace because Emma thought it was fun to interfere with his plans to sleep until noon on a regular basis without giving him any sort of heads up. That’d be cool and all…if they did awesome things but this morning they were sort of risking fatal injury by getting into a car with Emma at the wheel. It could have been worse… April could have been driving… but that sort of thinking was optimism and Matt’s didn’t turn on until the afternoon hit. Give me two minutes! Jeez, Emma was a girl-- Matt highly doubted she could do any better. He was getting ready as quickly as he could, and if it had been Nash she wouldn’t be so bold as to rush him. Or, maybe she would but Nash’s responses would be as patient. Nash should have been the one teaching her anyway… since he was older. Matt was barely older than Emma. Sure, he knew how to drive, but he could be sleeping right now.
Matt got up, washed his face, brushed his teeth, threw on some clean clothes and went to look for his keys. His room was sort of a mess and there were clothes everywhere and he often left his keys in his jeans pockets and so finding his keys was usually a difficult task. It would have been difficult enough without distractions, but someone else in the house was in much better of a mood that morning and so she was being quite the distraction. I think I’m becoming a musical genius! Matt knew that Emma was good with music stuff—he didn’t know any of that shit. And in any other mood, he’d probably have assumed she was doing something pretty cool downstairs that was music related and proving herself to be a musical genius but he was pissed off and tired so that didn’t occur to him. That’s great, Em, he called back down to her before finally finding his keys hidden in a pile of clothes.
He walked down the stairs and saw Emma in the living room. At this rate, I’m going to be 80 by the time I learn how to drive. He rolled his eyes. I heard that. You can get it by 60 if you focus, c’mon, he said, gesturing for her to follow as he walked out the door and to his car. He’d put thought into letting Emma drive it and ultimately figured that he had to risk damage if she was going to learn. She was like his little sister, so he had to give her the chance and put a little trust in her. He tossed Emma his keys and got into the passenger seat. Okay, Em, have you ever gone driving before? Do you know how to back out of the driveway? Gear shift in reverse, wheel to the left. Matt’s driveway led to a dirt road surrounded by trees, right on the outskirts of Forks. The road was pretty narrow and barely fit two lanes, so it was basically either hope other cars didn’t come by from the other way or drive to the side and hit a tree. The road wasn’t very busy in general so he figured they’d be fine, and his confidence in Emma’s driving was that horrible. He expected her to be skittish and spastic, but he knew she could do it. [/size] |
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Post by EMMA MAE ARGENT on May 24, 2013 2:50:24 GMT -5
the world can never... [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn16/w0lff4t3/PostTemplate%20Requests/AlexPostThings/purplemusic.jpg); border: solid #510707 2px; border-radius: 0px 50px 0px 50px;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #510707 2px; width: 395px; float: center; padding-right: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 45px;][/style] [style=width: 380px; border: solid #000000 2px; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: bookman old style; font-size: 12px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color: #640967; line-height: 100%; background: #000000; opacity: 0.9; text-align: center; float: center;] THE TAGGED FEW:: Matthew <3 /// CHECK THE THREADS
Emma barely caught his comment about her being a musical genius. Honestly, Matt was probably not even paying attention. And again Emma would totally understand that if she was a normal person. But she wasn’t, unfortunately for everybody else around her. People needed to learn how to focus on multiple things at once. Em rarely had her focus on one thing, and one thing only. The only commonality in her life was Matt and her small pack. It was the only thing that didn’t change in years. Other than that Emma’s mind and the world around her was constantly going. Just because your parents die doesn’t mean the world stops. April’s hair changes biweekly. Nash and Matt’s mood change within seconds. And Emma was lucky to stay on a subject for longer than five minutes. The world was always going and always revolving. Some people just couldn’t keep up. Emma wasn’t one of those people. Honestly she saw it as the world had a hard time keeping up with her. Some people might call that spastic or ADD, Em called in revolutionary. The girl learned things by watching them and teaching herself, she always kept going in her mind and in her life. Yea, she might not make the smoothest transitions between each event but the girl was still pretty fast with things.
Hopefully that wouldn’t be a problem with driving. The girl had stayed up the majority of the night watching car instruction videos and races all at the same time. It wasn’t her fault Fast and Furious was on at the same time she was trying to learn the rules of the road. Hopefully her mind won’t jumble up the information she got from the videos. Though driving a car seemed relatively simple it was all of the rules of the road that she had to keep straight. Something that Matt would hopefully teach her. The black haired girl glanced behind her when she heard Matt’s voice, a small smile forming on her lips instinctively. “Focus is my middle name! Well actually my middle name is Mae, which you already knew. And technically when I become 18 I can change it to focus, but honestly I don’t want to. Could you imagine what my full name would be? Emma Focus Argent? That’s not pretty at all.” Having no filter apparently also meant having no ability to stop talking once she started. Generally she was spouting out useless information and random things that would come in her head. Or she would be thinking out loud. Like now. She should have stopped at focus is my middle name, but she continued her thoughts out loud. See? No filter. It was a miracle she even had friends at this point honestly. It was probably because she was cute and adorable.
The sixteen year old quickly got to her feet and followed the boy out the door and to the car. She was a bit caught of guard when he tossed her the keys. She fumbled slightly, but managed not to drop them on the ground. She grinned up at Matt before entering the car. Em glanced around the car, this was Matt’s car. Something about that brought her to reality and made her realize that if she screwed up it would be very bad. She quickly adjusted everything like the instructional videos showed her, buckled up, and turned on the car. “No,” she answered Matt before quickly added, “But I know how to back out, the instructional videos I watched last night showed me. They also told me that when in reverse you turn your wheel in the opposite direction of where you want your car to turn. Right is left and left is right. And you are telling me turn the wheel to the left.” This was not her informing Matt, okay so it was a little bit. But it was mostly just her thinking out loud. If she didn’t say any of this out loud then she would not focus and wouldn’t be able to calm her mind.
Emma put her foot on the break, put the gear shift in reverse, and slowly began to reverse. Suddenly the teen grew very nervous and stopped the car, throwing it back into park. “Are you sure about this? Should I be driving your car? Maybe you should put a sign on one of the windows or something, stating that I’m a student driver. Well I mean technically you aren’t a teacher and I’m not your student. But I am learning and generally student drivers ride in those cars with the signs on them, so other cars know. I just…I don’t want to crash your car.” It was weird. Em was very confident about her quick learning skills and her ability to do this. She was perfectly fine with the idea, honestly she was even happy that Matt volunteered his car. But now that she was actually behind the wheel, reality hit her hard. All the accident statics that she looked up were running through her head. And this was Matt’s car. His only transportation. What if she wrecked it? She could hurt or kill them. And if they did managed to survive then Matt would be mad at her forever, she couldn’t have that. No, she could do this. She was a good learner, she could do this Of course she would feel a lot better if she was driving Nash’s car, really Nash had a better chance at getting a new than these two did. It was one of those rare moments that Emma actually got nervous and began to second guess herself. It was an extremely rare moment, because Em wasn’t one to be a damsel in distress.
~:~ HOW MANY WORDS:: 949
~:~ JUST A FEW NOTES:: Um, um, yea….Emma…being spastic.
~:~ STUCK IN MY HEAD:: DANZA KUDURO ~ Don Omar ft. Lucenzo
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Post by MATTHEW REED on May 25, 2013 14:27:28 GMT -5
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GRAB HOLD OF THE REINS
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[/color] Emma had a way of taking the simplest of comments and turning it into some long and complicated story. Focus is my middle name! Well actually my middle name is Mae, which you already knew… And then she started talking about how she shouldn’t change her name and it was just clear that ‘Focus’ was not her middle name, or something she was capable of having. Matt laughed as she said how ‘Emma Focus Argent’ didn’t sound pretty. The fact that that had even come up as a point in her mind was ridiculous. He had meant what he said though, that she needed to focus. Driving was like the ultimate test of multitasking (That’s why Tilly can’t do it). Emma needed to pay attention to what she was doing and not get distracted by the tangents going off in her head.
Matt was there to help her, though. He wasn’t much older than her, though he’d picked up driving pretty quickly and was fairly good at it, minus his crappy sense of direction. No, Okay, so he was starting her from scratch. At least she knew the basic stuff, like how to use the gear shift and how to steer the car while going backwards. They also told me that when in reverse you turn your wheel in the opposite direction of where you want your car to turn. He nodded in confirmation. And you are telling me to turn the wheel to the left. ”You got it, because you’re making a right turn.” He turned around to look behind them as she backed up, but she stopped before he could even turn back around.
She went on this whole rant about how she didn’t want to mess up and crash his car and how others needed to be warned because she didn’t know what she was doing. He let her vent uninterrupted while holding back a smile. When she finally finished, he came in with his two cents. ”Em, you’re fine. I told you we’re using my car—it’s fine. You’re not gonna crash it. Don’t worry about other people… we’re not going on a main street, okay? There aren’t even going to be other cars for you to hit.” He put hs hand on her shoulder with a grin to get her attention on him before gesturing toward the back of the car. ”Now, you’re gonna back up. Check your mirrors—here you don’t need to worry about other cars, but you should make that a habit before you back up or pull out. Just go slowly.” He knew she could do it.
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Post by EMMA MAE ARGENT on May 27, 2013 16:45:48 GMT -5
the world can never... [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn16/w0lff4t3/PostTemplate%20Requests/AlexPostThings/purplemusic.jpg); border: solid #510707 2px; border-radius: 0px 50px 0px 50px;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #510707 2px; width: 395px; float: center; padding-right: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 45px;][/style] [style=width: 380px; border: solid #000000 2px; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: bookman old style; font-size: 12px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color: #640967; line-height: 100%; background: #000000; opacity: 0.9; text-align: center; float: center;] THE TAGGED FEW:: Matthew <3 /// CHECK THE THREADS
Emma was glad to hear that her watching YouTube videos, late at night, was success. It was a confusing concept going reverse in a car. Turn the wheel this way so your car can go the other way. Really, she had to actually read multiple things about it before actually getting the concept. It was a little ridiculous how that was the only thing that was truly confusing about driving. Everything else was truly just common sense. And Emma liked to think that she had a lot of common sense. Whether she actually did or not was truly up for debate at this point. It wasn’t like she didn’t understand social cues…she just chose to ignore them half the time. There was no point in trying to please people right away, they were going to learn about Emma’s true nature. Might as well learn right away then find out later and reject her after stringing her along like a puppet.
The woman forced herself to stop talking while Matt spoke. She had said everything she needed to say, just didn’t say everything she wanted to say. There was a huge difference. She nodded once at him, forcing herself to once again not open her mouth. It was a wonder she had this much self-control today. The girl really wanted to learn how to drive. And, since we are being honest, she really wanted to spend the day with Matt too. Yea so what, the girl had a crush on him. It was a harmless crush, so Emma really didn’t acknowledge it often. But she couldn’t help but notice it when Mr. Matt put a hand on her shoulder. “Check the mirrors, well that makes sense. The video said the same thing. It seems this is the only hard thing about driving. It all pretty much seemed like common sense after this. The video also made driving on the high way seem like a lot of fun.” While she rambled, Emma managed to look at all her mirrors, reverse the car, and successfully get the car onto the road without problem. So maybe rambling was her way of staying focus. Strange since she jumped from topic to topic while talking.
Emma looked down at the gear shift and put the car in drive before lurching slightly forward. Okay so the video didn’t exactly go over the sensitive accelerator possibility. “Sorry,” she muttered as she accelerated more slowly down the road. Emma gripped the steering wheel tightly as she glanced around for the speed limit sign. “I don’t see a sign indicating a speed limit. Most roads are 40-45, around here I have noticed. But sometimes a 35 gets in there too. So I think 40 would be a good speed right? Or do you know the actual speed limit to this road?” Emma glanced around, looking at the road, the mirrors, and still couldn’t find a damn sign. Then again she was more focused on not crashing the car than actually going to correct speed. “Is there a certain place you wanted me to drive you to? Or are we just driving around?” Emma didn’t really care either way. But it would be very productive for Matt to get errands done while he had someone to drive him places.
~:~ HOW MANY WORDS:: 949
~:~ JUST A FEW NOTES:: HEY TILLY!
~:~ STUCK IN MY HEAD:: DANZA KUDURO ~ Don Omar ft. Lucenzo
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Post by MATTHEW REED on Jun 3, 2013 20:41:23 GMT -5
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CLAP OUR HANDS AND STOMP OUR FEET
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[/color] Check the mirrors, well that makes sense. The video said the same thing. She was so caught up with what the video told her to do that she seemed to believe it was all black and white when it came to driving. He’d have interrupted her to tell her to calm down but while she was talking, she managed to get on the road and she didn’t knock anything over so he was just going to let her do her thing. ”Good job, Em,” he commented as he watched her put the gear shift into drive. She had done fine until she suddenly jerked the car forward. Sorry, ”It’s okay…just loosen up. You’re doing fine. Lay your foot on the gas gradually.” The second time she did much better and the car was moving at a reasonable speed. I don’t see a sign indicating a speed limit. Most roads are 40-45, around here I have noticed. Matt nodded. ”This one’s forty…the sign is about a quarter mile back. Toward the beach it goes down to thirty, and then back up to like forty five when you get downtown.” It had taken him a while to get used to knowing where the signs were for speed limits around there, but by now he had most of the memorized.
Is there a certain place you wanted me to drive you to? Or are we just driving around? Matt hadn’t really thought about that before. All that had really been on his mind was that he was going to be spending time with Emma. The more he thought about that, the more nervous he began to get. That was really weird because he hadn’t ever really gotten like that before. It was really sudden and random. He didn’t usually lose his head. ”Uhh, whatever you want. For now we could just drive around but a little later you can drive us somewhere I can buy you dinner or something…unless you’re not hungry. That’s okay too. We can go back to my house and hang out…but it’s not really fun there…and besides we’re teaching you how to drive…that’s what we’re doing. Just…keep driving.” He’d have given himself a face palm if he was alone. Spazzing and rambling? It was Emma’s job.
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Post by EMMA MAE ARGENT on Jun 5, 2013 19:51:59 GMT -5
the world can never... [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn16/w0lff4t3/PostTemplate%20Requests/AlexPostThings/purplemusic.jpg); border: solid #510707 2px; border-radius: 0px 50px 0px 50px;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #510707 2px; width: 395px; float: center; padding-right: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 45px;][/style] [style=width: 380px; border: solid #000000 2px; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: bookman old style; font-size: 12px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color: #640967; line-height: 100%; background: #000000; opacity: 0.9; text-align: center; float: center;] THE TAGGED FEW:: Matthew <3 /// CHECK THE THREADS
“Well that’s a little spastic,” Emma stated about the speed limit. It was a bit spastic. Going from three limits in a matter of miles, that was a little ridiculous! Really, was it so hard to stay on one limit? Was it necessary to change like that? She could see maybe one change but not three. Though she shouldn’t really talk, she was just as bad. Actually she was probably worse. It was a wonder she wasn’t driving them off the road by now. Or at least attempting to take some random detours. There was something about the whole life or death thing that kept her focused. Well as focused as Emma Argent can get. Her mind was still reeling with other things. Things that weren’t even relevant to her situation at the present time. Like what she was going to watch when she got home. Or what new things she could discover in this new place. So yes Emma was the definition of spastic and shouldn’t really be throwing that word around like it is a bad thing. “I mean I shouldn’t be talking really. I mean I wasn’t saying spastic was a bad thing. It was just an observation. I would know what spastic is anyways, I’m the definition of spastic. In a good way.” Yea, Emma was definitely a spaz. But she felt like clearing that up with Matt and the road. “Sorry road!” She whispered in the car, wouldn’t want to insult the road now.
Em was glad to be spending time with Matt. Honestly up until recently the two were like siblings. And then Em became a teenager and well…you know where this story is going. Matt was actually nice to her, unlike April. Well Nash was nice to her too, he took her places. Like the mall, even though he hated it. But there was just something different about Matt. Nash was more like an older brother that was very protective of Emma. Matt was…well he was Matt, enough said. The brunette gave Matt a confused look. It wasn’t that complicated of a question really. And that whole rambling thing, it was her job to do that. Not his. What? “Matt, are you okay?” Emma asked with concern on her face and in her voice. Was he nervous of her driving his car? No, he seemed perfectly fine back at the house. Of course they weren’t on an actual road. They were in his driveway, with no other cars. And while Emma hasn’t seen a single car yet, she knew this was an actual road and not a safe driveway. Maybe it was hitting him what he was allowing her to do.
Then his words replayed in her head. Dinner..? Hanging out? Sure the two of them have hung out before and ate a meal before. But there was something different to his question this time. “Are you asking me out?” Emma asked in a shocked tone. She had to stop herself from slamming on the brakes. This was not April’s car, dangerous driving was not allowed. And then she realized that she could totally be reading too much into that whole thing. Like a ridiculous female. “I mean…” She glanced out the windows and tried to search for the words to make the situation better. For once Emma was struggling to find words. Or form thoughts. “Sorry, I was jumping to conclusions. You were just asking to hang out, right? Of course you could be asking me on a date or something too, I’m not against that. It just seemed like that with the nervous tone you and your uncharacteristic rambling. But I could also be reading too much into it because I want it to sound like that, I mean! Either option is okay with me, I just don’t want things to become awkward between us because of a misunderstanding. Not that my rambling is helping much with that, but it was worth a shot. I guess…I’m just going to keep driving, like you said.” Her grip tightened on the wheel as she kept her eyes on the road.
~:~ HOW MANY WORDS:: 949
~:~ JUST A FEW NOTES:: HEY TILLY!
~:~ STUCK IN MY HEAD:: DANZA KUDURO ~ Don Omar ft. Lucenzo
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Post by MATTHEW REED on Jun 11, 2013 19:57:01 GMT -5
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CLAP OUR HANDS AND STOMP OUR FEET
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[/color] Well that's a little spastic. Matt laughed and nodded in agreement. It really was. "Guess it's lower there because of all the pedestrians, but Forks is kind of obnoxious like that." Most of the area was. Emma was right when she said that she was spastic, so at least if the road was going to be spastic she could be one with the speed limits. Sorry road! Matt chuckled. "I'm sure it forgives you, Em." Couldn't have her all freaked out about the road hating her and her crash into a tree or something.
And then things got randomly really uncomfortable for Matt because he didn't really know what to say and so it was all just pouring out. He usually knew what to say--and what not to say. He didn't ramble. This time was different because he was realizing he had no idea how she'd respond. He realized that he was asking her out, and it was terrifying. He'd rather be fighting a vampire at the moment to be perfectly honest. Matt, are you okay? He nodded quickly. "Yup, I'm fine. Don't know what happened there." He sort of pushed the thought off to the side hoping it wouldn't be brought up again, but then she answered him and he was happy she did.
Are you asking me out? He became aware of the pit in his stomach as she bluntly said it aloud. He was pretty nervous...but then she saved him with her rambling and she actually wanted the same thing he did. She said she'd be okay with it, amongst many other things and Matt didn't want her to get distracted. "Keep driving," he repeated, keeping her on task. He then smiled again, laughing a little at himself and the big deal he'd made out of it."Yea, Em. I'm asking you out. Was that an acceptance?"
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Post by EMMA MAE ARGENT on Jul 15, 2013 15:43:28 GMT -5
the world can never... [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn16/w0lff4t3/PostTemplate%20Requests/AlexPostThings/purplemusic.jpg); border: solid #510707 2px; border-radius: 0px 50px 0px 50px;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #510707 2px; width: 395px; float: center; padding-right: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 45px;][/style] [style=width: 380px; border: solid #000000 2px; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: bookman old style; font-size: 12px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color: #640967; line-height: 100%; background: #000000; opacity: 0.9; text-align: center; float: center;] THE TAGGED FEW:: Matthew <3 /// CHECK THE THREADS
“Well that makes sense, the amount of pedestrians do influence the speed limits. So I don’t think Forks is being necessarily obnoxious. It’s being cautious and protective of its few citizens. But for the sake of learning how to drive it is being extremely obnoxious.” Emma had to stop herself from expanding that ramble and telling Matt the definition of obnoxious. Which she knew by memory. Along with YouTube videos, Em also spent her time looking at the dictionary and even Urban dictionary. She figured the more words she knew, the more she would be able to interact with people. The experiment was currently failing but to be fair the only people she has interacted with is her pack members.
Emma didn’t really believe his response. There is no way Matt was okay when he was rambling like that. “You caught the Emma disease,” Emma finally stated after a couple moments of silence. “I mean that’s not the medical term for it. But you do have one of the symptoms. Excessive rambling. Next you will be saying random factiods, get a mean older sister, and have the need to YouTube videos at random moments of the day. There are more symptoms, but those are the more well-known ones.” Em was just making things up as she went along, trying to make this disease sound legit. Of course she was doing this to make light of a very awkward situation. Which she thinks she did a great job doing. It wasn’t difficult to do. While Emma had an unlimited amount of factiods in her head, she still had an extremely active imagination. You mix that with her somewhat flawed logic, well you would get a spastic, rambling, overly bubbly girl.
Emma nodded stiffly as she kept her eyes on the road. Maybe staring at the spastic road ahead of her would help clear her mind and make this situation a little better. Her stomach did an awkward flip flop at Matt’s next words. Her fears no longer mattered. Matt was asking her out and she was accepting it, in more words than needed. But that was Emma for you. She never actually thought it would happen, she thought Matt considered her more like a sister than anything else. Of course Emma wasn’t going to try to guess what changed his mind or over analyze things, she was way too happy for that nonsense. She grinned ear to ear and nodded once more. “In more words than needed, yes.”
~:~ HOW MANY WORDS:: 417
~:~ JUST A FEW NOTES:: I’M SORRY THIS SUCKS!
~:~ STUCK IN MY HEAD:: DANZA KUDURO ~ Don Omar ft. Lucenzo
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Post by MATTHEW REED on Jul 17, 2013 10:36:49 GMT -5
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CLAP OUR HANDS AND STOMP OUR FEET
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[/color] By the time they were having the pointless conversation about pedestrians and speed limits Matt wasn't all that focused. He absentmindedly glanced over at Emma every few seconds which he'd have normally been opposed to since it was hard to make sure she wasn't going to crash without watching the road. "I guess it can get confusing, but you're doing really well." He wasn't nervous...not about Emma's driving. He knew she could do it. He was nervous about...everything else. You caught the Emma disease. That was exactly what had happened. He'd rambled just like Emma. He didn't do that--not while he had a leveled-head. As she listed the symptoms, Matt laughed a little with mock relief. "I don't have a sister yet so maybe I can be cured." He awkwardly looked out the window in time to see a new speed limit sign. "Switched to forty-five," he said, partially making sure Emma hadn't missed it and partially just to say something.
And then things escalated (I mean at the rate things were going they were going to be having sex in the forest before the night was over--oh wait never mind I'm not a Phips character) and it could've gone disastrous but it actually didn't and that relieved Matt from a little bit of his nervousness. In more words than needed, yes. "Wow, that was the least ramble-y thing you've ever said," he stated with a taunting grin. I mean you'd think something like being asked out would have her talking about something for at least fifteen seconds consecutively but she did a good job getting to that point so he had to tease her about it, clearly much less nervous at that time now that he knew her answer (and now I'm the one rambling sorry about that). "I don't even know what I was saying before--we can do whatever you want," he added, letting her know that the suggestions he'd made weren't things she had to choose from. He didn't really care what they did as long as he was with her. "Dad never let me drive much on the main roads--Apparently I don't break soon enough at intersections...so... good job...with...your breaking. Hey-- d'ya think Nash is short for something?" he said, slightly laughing at himself for, yet again, a stupid attempt at conversation.
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Post by EMMA MAE ARGENT on Jul 27, 2013 1:22:31 GMT -5
the world can never... [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn16/w0lff4t3/PostTemplate%20Requests/AlexPostThings/purplemusic.jpg); border: solid #510707 2px; border-radius: 0px 50px 0px 50px;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #510707 2px; width: 395px; float: center; padding-right: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 45px;][/style] [style=width: 380px; border: solid #000000 2px; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: bookman old style; font-size: 12px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color: #640967; line-height: 100%; background: #000000; opacity: 0.9; text-align: center; float: center;] THE TAGGED FEW:: Matthew <3 /// CHECK THE THREADS
Emma grinned at his compliment, absolutely beaming with happiness. It was one thing to be asked by her crush it was another to actually know that he thought you were good at something. Honestly Emma pretty much assumed that her pack mates that she was only good at rambling and knowing random facts. That and finding the most random YouTube videos. But that wasn’t something they generally saw or harped on. Usually they told her to be quiet or just blatantly ignored her. Something that was kind of hurtful but Emma never said that out loud. Her feelings were probably the only thing that she had a censor for. “Yea, the sister symptom is a pretty big one. I mean it is the most to deal with. Having a verbally abusive sister that would rather see you move out than actually help you in a life or death situation. Don’t get me wrong I think April would come to my aid, if she was beyond wasted. I mean…” Emma had to stop herself when she noticed that her true feelings for her sister were showing. “I mean it is not that bad to have a sister like April. She’s pretty bad ass and sticks up for herself.” She knew Matt wouldn’t say anything to April about her little slip and even if he did, it wasn’t like the two sisters interacted much anyways. April could probably care less what Emma thought of her.
“But since you don’t have a sister I have high hopes for you!” Emma once again grinned at matt before turning back to the road just in time for the speed limit to change. She nodded when Matt had informed her of something she had already seen. Em was glad to pick up this whole driving thing pretty easily. It was like second nature to her. Okay so it was third nature to her. Her first was being a human and obviously her second was being a wolf. So this was third. Third wasn’t bad. How did that rhyme go? “First is the worst, second is the best, third is the one with the treasure chest…or is it hairy chest?” Emma questioned out loud without much realization. Everything was going back to normal when Emma starts to say things that come from nowhere. Okay they didn’t come from nowhere. They came from a train of thought that Matt could have followed if he was reading her mind. But seeing as how they were in their human forms and Matt did not have that power as a human, it would seem that her inquiry came from nowhere.
“Well I figured you did enough rambling on the subject for both of us. Now I know how you guys feel, doesn’t mean I’ll change though. You know me, I have no censor. My therapist said so himself.” Emma let out a small chuckle at her own joke. Okay so when her parents were alive they did take her to a therapist and that’s exactly what he said. So maybe it was the truth but at least she could joke about it. Emma had given up on changing herself a long time ago. She found people that could tolerate her…hey some of them even liked her. Like Matt, here. And she was relatively sure Nash loved her like a little sister. More so than April ever did. That was good enough for her! “Well I haven’t been out to dinner around here yet…and I hear the movie theatre is a nice place to go. I wouldn’t know of any movies that are out or how much a move ticket cost. Honestly I would be cool with ice cream and walking on the beach. But I understand if that’s too corny or girly for you. From my understanding the majority of the male gender prefer to do traditional things like movies and dinner. Something that isn’t too…romantic or girly for them. So I completely understand if you reject the idea.” Yup Emma was back and in all her glory. The whole short answer thing wasn’t going to last long. (I think we both knew that.)
“Thanks, I think…. That was a compliment right? I would assume it was since you were indirectly insulting yourself and trying to make me feel better. Which you don’t have to do. If I’m doing a bad job at something you need to tell me. Especially if its breaking, I wouldn’t want to cause an accident or hit an innocent deer….or tree.” Yes trees were innocent and Em didn’t know if Matt was complimenting her or not. Growing up with April she didn’t hear a lot of them. All of her confidence came from within. She grew up complimenting herself and making herself feel better. While Nash and Matt did give her compliments on occasion it was still a foreign concept to her. “What?” Emma questioned, slightly shocked at the random change of subject coming from Matt. And then she realized what he said and actually went quiet for a few seconds. “The only thing I can think of is Nashville. There isn’t anything else that would make sense. But that would be a strange name to give to your kid. Well Nash is a strange name in itself. And he is a strange person so I guess it fits. I don’t know…maybe if we call out Nashville and he answers, then we know that it is correct!” It made perfect logical sense to her.
~:~ HOW MANY WORDS:: 918
~:~ JUST A FEW NOTES:: omg, she would not stop…>>
~:~ STUCK IN MY HEAD:: DANZA KUDURO ~ Don Omar ft. Lucenzo
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Post by MATTHEW REED on Sept 20, 2013 15:09:30 GMT -5
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CLAP OUR HANDS AND STOMP OUR FEET
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[/color] Emma described how having a sister was a pretty big deal when it came to being Emma while at the same time completely bashing her sister. Matt laughed. ”Come on, she’d feel bad if you died or something. She wouldn’t have anyone to terrorize.” He knew deep down April had to care about Emma a little bit, but he also agreed that the girl was usually just annoyed about people. He was trying to help but honestly April didn’t give him much to work with. Sticking up for herself and being badass wasn’t enough. You could do that without being rude. Matt wasn’t going to speak too harshly about April (I mean, she was Emma’s sister) but he wasn’t crazy about her. ”See? She was some redeeming qualities. Good job—you found some!” Emma’s thoughts were safe with Matt. He knew better than to go telling everyone. She could trust him and she knew that she could. ”But I think it’s safe to say I’m not Emma.” Being Emma would be pretty interesting but he wouldn’t be able to do it. He’d rather just hang out with one. That was easier. When she continued to ramble about ridiculous things Matt was more than happy to see the subject move away from his own rambling. He didn’t want the focus to be on that—it had been highly out of character for him and Emma had caught onto it. That’s why Matt’s relief didn’t last long. ”Okay so I rambled a little bit but we already established that I caught it from you so it’s not my fault and I can’t be held accountable. And you’d be boring with a censor. I’d be afraid.” He obviously didn’t have a problem with Emma. He liked her just the way she was.
He laughed at her thought process when coming up with something to do. ”We’ll figure something out. For today we can get some food…you can practice your drive-thru skills. “ He really didn’t have a problem with doing anything with her so he didn’t want her to stress over it. He’d do something corny if it was what she wanted. ”Then before we go back home we can get ice cream and eat it as we gaze into each other’s eyes,” he added, though he wasn’t totally serious about it. That’d be a little stereotypical…and Emma and Matt weren’t stereotypical people. Emma went on about how Matt was only trying to make her feel better…which wasn’t true. ”Emma, you’re driving my car. I’d tell you if you were doing something wrong,” he teased. But come on, he didn’t want them to crash either. He didn’t think they would. He wasn’t worried about it, and to give her a little more confidence he offered her a grin. ”Seriously, you’re doing fine.” He knew she’d be really upset if she hit something but again, he wasn’t worried about it. Then Matt changed the subject suddenly out of feeling awkward and nervous again…it seemed like he couldn’t do it without her picking it up. Again…Matt wasn’t Emma. ”I’m definitely calling him Nashville from now on,” he said, a smirk on his face.
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Post by EMMA MAE ARGENT on Oct 2, 2013 22:39:08 GMT -5
the world can never... [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn16/w0lff4t3/PostTemplate%20Requests/AlexPostThings/purplemusic.jpg); border: solid #510707 2px; border-radius: 0px 50px 0px 50px;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #510707 2px; width: 395px; float: center; padding-right: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 45px;][/style] [style=width: 380px; border: solid #000000 2px; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: bookman old style; font-size: 12px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color: #640967; line-height: 100%; background: #000000; opacity: 0.9; text-align: center; float: center;] THE TAGGED FEW:: Matthew <3 /// CHECK THE THREADS
“That’s not true she has you and Nash!” Emma exclaimed let out a small laugh at it. Yea, April could probably not care less about Emma. Which was okay with Emma at this point. She had the other two. And they were so much better than April. She just smiled at him as a thank you for telling her good job. Yea April didn’t necessarily have a lot of good qualities but she did have some. And Emma just had to remind herself about them to get through life with her. Actually that’s how she normally deals with life. Just kept reminding herself of all the good things in life. All the good qualities people have. Just got to stay positive. Something that made Emma very different from other people. Well that and her lack of filter. Something that apparently she could only pull off without making a situation weird. No, Matt was not Emma. And that was good thing. Definitely made his life simpler. But once again the girl wouldn’t want to change anything about herself or Matt. They were fine just the way they were. “It technically is your fault. You choose to be around me all the time, I was bound to rub off on you. It’s just logical.” She smiled at him. Though it was all true. The two spent a lot of time together, along with Nash. But apparently Emma had a more impressionable personality, more so than Nash obviously. “The day I have a censor is the day I get possessed by a demon…or alien! Oh my god! If that happens promise me you will call Dean and Sam Winchester! They would be awesome and I would be so happy to see them through demon eyes. I’m just saying. Between Dean’s one tear eye and Sam’s puppy face, they can nearly do anything. I mean look at how many times they have died and come back to life!” Yes, Emma was a Supernatural fan. Clearly she watched a lot of YouTube and Netflix.
“That sounds like fun! How’s McDonald’s sound?” Emma would very much like to practice her drive-thru skills. It was all a part of the driving experience. She just hoped she could do it and not drive into the building or something. The turn and the lane were so tiny. And then they had those yellow post things every few feet. It was unbelievably scary to think about. But she would have to do it eventually, might as well do it while she was being taught how to drive. And Matt was probably dying to eat, which was probably his original motivator. Emma let out a laugh at his next idea about ice cream and gazing into each other’s eyes. “I highly doubt we would be able to sit long enough after eating ice cream.” Let’s be realistic about this. One obviously they were both joking because something like that didn’t exactly match up with their relationship. And two Emma is a hyper active child on her own. When you give her more sugar to fuel her personality, well then you are just asking to never talk or sit still again. Really he should think that one through more. If he was being serious which he clearly wasn’t. “Promise?” Emma questioned when Matt said he would tell her she was doing something wrong. She trusted Matt enough to keep his word about that. Especially since it was his car. “Good, when do you think I can go get my license? I would really like to get it soon. It would mean I am growing up. Oh God, I’m growing up. When did that happen?! Do you remember when we were kids? Before everything happened? You were still crazy paranoid, April was a brat, and I was that kid that drove teachers crazy. I’m still that kid only now I’m driving…” Emma would love for her parents or at least April to see her now. But Matt was here and really that was good enough for her. She had Matt and Nash. Really they were probably the best she was going to get and she wouldn’t want anything else. She let out a laugh when Matt declared he was calling Nash, Nashville from now on. “You know that gives him room to call you whatever he wants. Like Matthew…wait no, he can’t do that. Only I can do that.” She turned and smiled at him briefly before turning back to the road.
~:~ HOW MANY WORDS:: 749
~:~ JUST A FEW NOTES:: There are some feels in this!
~:~ STUCK IN MY HEAD:: DANZA KUDURO ~ Don Omar ft. Lucenzo
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