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    [size=20pt]Well. . . that's a question. . . Bethany bit her lip, thinking about it for a minute before responding, “I've, um, always found you the most attractive. B- but, i don't really like to have, um, crushes on people whom i don't know, and, of course, because you're a celebrity. . . um, i- i could never get to really know you. . .” she paused, letting out a sigh, “i don't- i don't know why everyone likes to go for Gerard. You seem like the best person on. . . on stage, in my opinion. . .” The female then smirked, chuckling, “I've always dreamed, always awaited, this moment to meet you.” she breathed, mostly to herself. “Who's your favorite member, or most, most trusted friend, in the band? 'Cause i- i. . . i don't believe what the internet says. . .” Just waiting for me to wake up next to some guy i never met because i got too drunk last night. . . Am i stuttering? Bloody hell. . . i'm stuttering.[/size][/justify]

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    [size=20pt]Bethany couldn't help but smile, slowly taking a gulp of the coffee in an attempt to hide it. She looked over at him, raising an eyebrow for a split second, going back to her normal facial expression quickly. “You never asked a question. . .” she said, slowly, trying not to stutter the best she could. The female tilted her head, looking at the skeleton gloves he was wearing. “I love bones. . . skulls, mostly. . .” she whispered, talking to herself before pinning her gaze back onto Frank. I also love you. she said to herself, making her smile at her own remark, looking away to turn her chestnut gaze onto the cup set before her.[/size][/justify]

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    [size=20pt]She half smiled, tilting her head before standing up, walking over to the couch and sitting down next to him, leaving some room in between him and Frank. "No, my last relationship was a year ago. . ." she paused, hesitating to ask her own question. "Why would you ask a question like that?"[/size][/justify]

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    [size=20pt]Sethany cleared her throat, biting her lip to try and take attention away from her burning red face. She winced, biting her lip a little too hard and jumping in her spot, lifting her hand to see if she drew blood. No. The female lowered her hand, eyebrows furrowing. “I'm not even sure what I'm feeling. Anxiety? Weariness? Content?” she paused, letting out a sigh “It's strange that someone like you wolf ask someone like me that. . . I'm just waiting for my body to wake up.” She finally stopped biting her lip, only to find herself tracing her fingers over the designs on the cup. “Hobbies?”[/size][/justify]

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    [i]but I'm sinking fast, so it's all right.

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    Frank blushed slightly at this. "Well, I like to play guitar, which I guess was obvious, and I really like movies. Especially in the dark, on the couch with a blanket. I also really like storms, I don't know why, but I play my old bass when it rains. I enjoy drawing, even though I'm not great at it. I also like to sing. And I used to love going down to the creek behind my old house and looking at the different creatures that lived there." He smiled softly as he talked about the old, nostalgic times.[/fancypost]
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    [size=20pt]Bethany half-smiled, looking down at her feet settling themselves on the carpet. She inhaled deeply, adding a semi silent comment, “I love the smell of rain. . . And pine trees. . . And burning pine. . .” the female slunk back into the couch, continuing to trace her fingers over the design of the cup. “Hm. . . Ask me a question, lov-- sorry, I had a tendency to call people. . . Err. . .“[/size][/justify

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    [i]but I'm sinking fast, so it's all right.

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    "T-that's okay..." He smiled slightly as she almost called him love. Though the word was often used for many people, it still made him feel fuzzy inside. "What do you like to do, sugar?"[/fancypost]
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    [size=20pt]The female's face flushed red when he called her ‘sugar’, making her pull her hair down to cover as much of her face as she could. “Um. . . I- I sing, usually when. . . um, when i'm alone. . . I play video games, on PS3 and PC, for the most part. . . And I work at a vid- video game design company. . . So, I suppose I am experienced w- with drawing and writing. . .” She took another gulp of the coffee, keeping her head down, “Favorite alcoholic drink?”[/size][/justify]

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    [i]but I'm sinking fast, so it's all right.

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    "Any kind of beer, don't have a favorite. As you can probably tell from last night, I tend to like a lot of it as well." He said, blushing slightly. But he smiled as he saw Bethany blush. He would have to remember to call her sugar more often.[/fancypost]
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    [size=20pt]Bethany half-smiled, seeing Frank blush in the corner of her eye. But this moment of excitement quickly flushed away. She looked up, staring at the fireplace just up ahead. She looked back over at the male, once she was sure she had stopped blushing, of course. “I prefer bloody mary's or screwdrivers. . .”[/size][/justify]

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    [i]but I'm sinking fast, so it's all right.

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    "Maybe I'll take you out for one sometime," he said, smirking slightly. "Do you draw?" The boy bit his lip slightly, the lip ring sliding into his mouth. He tapped his fingers together lightly to a beat playing in his head.[/fancypost]
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    [size=20pt]Her muscles twitched as she sat in place. Or we can both snap back into reality. . ? “Yes, i have a whole room with sketches and several shelves filled with art supplies. . . W- why?” [/size][/justify]

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    [i]but I'm sinking fast, so it's all right.

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    The guitarist smiled. "You seem artsy. I can tell with people. Artsy people tend to be creative and often speak intelligently. The artists that I've known had a bit of a difficulty speaking to people they don't know well, but paint out their feelings beautifully. Or draw or write or whatever." Frank continued to bite his lip slightly, a sight that would drive most girls crazy with just the thought of it.[/fancypost]
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    [size=20pt]Bethany gave Frank an odd look, her eyes flashing with some emotion that she didn't even recognize herself. She finished off the glass of coffee, leaning forward to set it down on the coffee table, slumping back into the couch. “O- okay. . .” she murmured, folding her arms over her stomach, looking over at him through the corner of her eye. “How does that make you artsy? Someone could just be trying to find some sort of coping skill. . . As they say. . .” she whispered the last few words, more talking to herself than anything.[/size][/justify]

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    [i]but I'm sinking fast, so it's all right.

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    Frank blinked. "I've only met a few people who have successfully outletted their pain through writing or art. It isn't a very easy way to cope, in my opinion, at least. I always found other things." His smile had faded and he looked almost sad. But when he looked up at Bethany, he smiled softly again, his eyes shining with unreadable emotion.[/fancypost]
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    [size=20pt]She shrugged, “I- I wasn't trying to say that's why i'm into the arts. I. . . Um, just know of someone who does -- used to -- get their emotions out like that. . .” She then started to comprehend Frank's own words. “W- were you depressed? Or are you?”[/size][/justify]