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    I walk out of the bathroom, feeling ready to tackle the day! Fuuuuck no. I walk back to my bedroom and go over my plan of action. A.K.A. What I'm going to wear for the day. I blink a few times, staring at the clothes in my closet and groan. Instead, I grab a baggy grey sweatshirt with a faded Batman logo and a pair of ripped black skinny jeans. Yay, done! I decide to let my shoulder-length blonde-brunette hair air dry because I'm just too fucking lazy to deal with the hair dryer. I go back downstairs and stare out the window where I can see that the kids are re-appearing.

    A snowball hit the back a box in my truck labeled 'Fragile', and I heard shattering. I felt rage flow through me and I screamed "YOU... LITTLE...-"- Fuckers. I finished in thought as I finished up the boxes. I'd explore my house again later. I work out every day, and even though it's a bit pompous to say I'm pretty buff, but that... that was fucking difficult. Especially moving a huge ass T.V alone. I sit down on the bench on the front yard of my house, face in my hands.

    "What?! Noo! Fucking hell why didn't I get that on camera? Fucking brats..." I cross my arms, my face all screwed up in anger. I take a moment to beat the shit out of a pillow, then I'm feelin' better. Those fucking kids have bothered the shit out of me since I moved in. Finally, I realized that the crazy key guy was sitting on a bench. Outside. In the middle of winter. Was he insane?! Fearing for his mental health, I threw my coat and boots back on and trudged outside. I gritted my teeth against the cold, and found myself wishing for the shower again.... "Snap out of it bitch." I muttered to myself as I neared the guy.

    I hear some snow shuffling and I look up slowly, seeing the mailbox hater girl. I raise an eyebrow and try and think about what I could've done to piss her off. Or maybe she was just saying welcome to the neighborhood. Though the chances of that were very slim. I just look quizically at her with my lime green eyes, parting my medium dark blonde hair slightly.

    "Um, Hi. I was just going to say that I'm worried about your mental health because it's freezing right now. But that seems mean, so... Hi! You must be a new person! Welcome to hel- I mean here. The neighborhood." I realized that I was babbling like an idiot, so I shut my mouth and fought the urge to laugh nervously. Nice second impression, bitch. I lowered my pale blue eyes to the ground, worried that if I look back at the guy I'll lose it totally.

    I smile and laugh, this girl babbling like that was kind of cute. "Well..." I said, still smiling. "I'm, uh, I'm fine about the clothes, shit, I mean cold." what the fuck was he saying? "I'm not carzy." I lowered my voice and murmured "Not that crazy at least." Oh GOD! I'm suck a fucking moron "And erm... Thanks. It's a beautiful neighborhood. The only downside is those little shithe- um, I mean children next door."

    "Yes, they just brighten up the neighborhood." I force myself to stop speaking because then I'll freak this guy out who could potentially be my soul mate and I'll end up alone with 59 cats! I gasp out loud and cover my mouth. I will not let that happen! I stare at the guy, but say nothing because I don't wanna be an old crazy cat lady!

    I look at the girl in confusion at the random looks of fear and gasps she just made. "You okay, there?" I asked looking closely at her. I shook my head quickly and say "Um, nevermind. What's your name? I'm uh..." I facepalm and think What the fuck is it..? "Solas. Yeah. That's it. Sorry; it's been a really long drive." What the FUCK is wrong with me?! I scream in my mind, I'm acting like a fucking brainless calf thats been slaughtered twice!

    I finally let out that pent-up nervous laugh. "Oh. Yeah, nothing's wrong. Nothing at all! My name? Oh, right! Brooke. That's it." I bite my lip and for a moment, wonder if that's my real name... I shake my head. What the fuck, have I thrown my brain in a blender or something? Yeah. You're making a reeeeal impression on this guy.

    OOC: Uuuummmm....... I dunno. Just pick a random one. XD

    UMM


    North Carolina


    Suddenly: I remembered something that smacked me like that fucking snowball... THAT FUCKING SNOWBALL!... Ahem... that my T.V wasn't set up! and how the fuck am I supposed to procrastinate without Xbox, or Comedy Central.
    "Hey, Brooke, I uh, need some help." I said. Hooking up a 60 inch HD T.V alone was not easy. And this girl was... interesting. And cute.
    "Do you think you could help me install my T.V?" I finished.
    You sound like a fucking prick.

    OOC: XD Okay!
    IC:


    "A T.V huh?" I suddenly had horrible flashbacks of my childhood and tools. Then everything went black. I shrugged away the memories and nodded, "Yeah, sure." I tried to sound all cool and confident, but I probably sounded like a strangled rat. And I didn't plan to tell Solas that if I didn't help him with the T.V, I would just go home and watch HGTV. Sad existence.

    "Thanks a bunch." I sighed, shivering from cold.
    "Lets uh... Lets go inside." I say, still hating myself. First, I'm freezing my balls off, next, I'm speaking to a really cute girl and still freezing my balls off. I didn't know how the hell he would tell her the T.V was fucking huge, and there was about five hundred wires...

    "Yeah, before we die." I nodded briskly, because that sounded like a very good idea at the moment. I jumped up and down on my toes to attempt to warm myself, and a stupid, cheesy smile was suddenly on my face. Damn.

    I laughed, and didn't hesitate to haul ass into my warm, cozy home. Looking around my house, I wanted to fucking scream. Boxes everywhere, and it was dark. God damn. He. was. a. fucking. moron.
    Flicking on all the lights, I sighed contentedly, and said "Sorry bout the mess. The T.V is right in the living room, here." I said, pointing at the huge television.

    My eyes widened as I took in the T.V. The mess? That was nothing. My house would look like that once and a while. I gulped nervously and nodded, trying to get pumped. "Yeah, I can do this. Yeah..." Fuck bitch, what have you gotten yourself into? Alone with a giant fucking T.V. And a guy. Maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought...

    I looked at her, and saw her nervous expression and I stammered "Um.. Do... W-whats the matter?"
    You're so fucking braindead.
    "Sorry if I'm..." I stopped because I'm an idiot. I walk over to the T.V and picked it up, grunting under its weight.
    "The... table... Is the... One with the wheels..." I said, still carrying the television.
    "I'd like it... over here..." I wheezed, nodding to a nice spot.
    "And the Cables... are in the... closest box to it..."
    fuck
    this
    is
    so
    fucking
    heavy.

    It took a moment for me to finally realize what he said, than I nodded and scrambled over to the box. The wires inside. So many.... All of the colors.... I picked up and box and grinned triumphantly, "Cabels, prepare to be owned. Mutha fuckahs." I added the last bit for good measure.

    I set the t.v down on the table, sighing heavily. "Holy shit." I breathed "That is fucking heavy as hell." I looked at her and grinned and said "Hell yeah, you tell those damn cables!"
    but then I realized.
    I'm braindead around this girl I just met.
    What the fahk, man?