*sigh* I would, but I'm just trying to get over that guy >=( If anything, I think that if Gaara were to soften up that much, he might like...
Traffic jam O.o lawl I hate it when threads are stuck like that. *cough*dannyphantomthread*cough* ^^
"I only know what I heard between Hannah and Van Helsing," Michael replied. "That wasn't the best version," Hannah grumbled.
Oh, LOL. Red light! XD
How sad. Everyone offline?
Hannah took a deep breath. "I don't think he meant to shoot her.... But the fact is he did, and I think we're all very angry with him. The only reason I'm not doing what you did is Bee's health. I don't want to leave her side, but at the same time, I want nothing more than to-" "Hannah," Michael cut her off. "Don't start thinking like that or you will lose control." Hannah realized her hands were balled into fists and forced them, and the rest of her muscles, to relax. "Sorry..." She muttered.
Oh I'm sure he enjoys the attention XD
Hannah moved away from Michael. "Edward, do you need to be alone? I don't want to bother you if you're still angry."
lol No problem. If I were him, I'd be very afraid =D
Woo! Go get 'em! lol XD
"Alright," Hannah let her arms hang by her side. "We'll do it your way." She was quiet for a moment. "Michael... can I ask you something?" She tried to change the subject. "What's on your mind?" Michael responded. "What happened back there..." Hannah faded off, unsure of how she wanted to phrase her question. "Your tears?" Michael guessed. Hannah nodded. "Do you know anything about that?" "No," Michael shook his head. "Sorry." He glanced warily at Edward and then lightly brushed Hannah's cheek with his fingers. "Don't think about it too much, okay?"
Hannah folded her arms. "She's sixteen, Edward."
"Game?" Angel repeated. "What are you thinking?" She asked slowly.
*pouty face* I'll think about coming back. I do feel badly about just leaving you =(
OOC: mmm john XP BIC: "Somebody in town has to be a doctor," Hannah started. "We could... borrow some things from them."
Hannah cringed. "No, Edward. I meant it would have to be either Carl, Van Helsing, or Anna. And since none of us want Van Helsing or Anna anywhere near Bee, it'll have to be Carl." Michael clapped Carl on the shoulder. "Alright then. Looks like we got our man." Anna swore and stood up from her croutched position near the corps. "Bury it." She told the men with her, wiping her hands on a rag.
"No," Angel repeated, but smiled. "Besides... this is our first... 'date.' So you have no claim yet."
It's not fully his fault. I may be being oversensitive. But I'm standing by my decision.
"What 'hm'?" Angel asked. "And, no, you can't hurt him."
"Pencils down," Mr. Lancer annouced. Danny sighed. Daine closed her book and looked at Danny, giving him an encouraging smile. Danny tried to smile back but didn't do a very good job. He could hardly count a quiz to be fifty questions. Mr. Lancer gathered the quizes. "These will go in your grades at double the points."
