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izzyalienqueen) wrote2009-02-09 02:26 pm
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The Halliwell Manor, Monday morning
As the night wore on, Isabel couldn't help but wish for the weirdness to be over. She was tired, her hand hurt and Fork kept skulking about. She was fairly certain he was either looking for another drink, this time straight from her neck or a chance to get past her and out into the city.
Eventually, as the sun came up, Isabel relaxed enough to fall into a light sleep on the sun room couch. Her last thought was a wish that when she woke up, she'd have her boyfriend back.
Eventually, as the sun came up, Isabel relaxed enough to fall into a light sleep on the sun room couch. Her last thought was a wish that when she woke up, she'd have her boyfriend back.
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Still in denial, he got up and went looking for Isabel, stepping into beams of sunlight with some trepidation, just in case.
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"I will kick your ass if I have to."
One eye cracked open and studied Wyatt in the sunlight. "You're you," she smiled.
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Crossing the room, she sat on the arm of the chair. "How are you feeling?"
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"Think about it. This stuff seems to repeat from year to year. Which means we might be getting a little visitor the morning after prom." She was surprised at how much she hoped it actually happened.
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