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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 15, 2008 21:52:32 GMT -4
It wasn't uncommon to see Ophelia Wainwright toting around her guitar case, and even less uncommon to find her seated in the cafeteria on her free period, guitar in lap, fingers strumming away at some unknown song. She often sat at one of the tables i the middle of the cafeteria, so that her voice could reach the maximum amount of people.
She currently sat with Tatum, strumming away and making up lyrics as she went, most of which were ridiculous. "This is the story of a girl named Tatum. She never seems to have any tantrums. Ohweoh, Tatuuuum!"
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Post by Brody Rogers on Oct 15, 2008 22:38:15 GMT -4
Tatum tried to tell herself that she was used to, that it didn't embarrass her anymore, but it wouldn't take much to see that this was a blatant lie. Simply a mantra she repeated to keep herself sane, and to keep her cheeks from actually bursting into flame as more and more heat rushed to them with each word that Ophelia wailed. Really, she was an amazing guitarist, far better than Tatum herself, but.. her singing, that area could use a bit of work. How had the talent managed to skip her and move right onto Jude? It was strange.
As a couple of ninth graders walked by them with lunch trays in hand, and eyes wide, the red haired girl let out a little groan, slumping back into her chair and clenching her small hand around her water bottle for a moment, before lifting it up to take a quick drink. "Y-You know, we could just.. sit quietly. For once. Really, we could. It's not going to hurt, I promise.."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 15, 2008 22:44:40 GMT -4
Ophelia strummed hard, turning big blue eyes on her girlfriend. She knew she often embarrassed Tatum; but she figured the other girl ought to be use to it.
"Have you ever known me to sit quietly ever?" she asked, then pouted. "Is this your subtle way of telling me I'm crap at singing? It is, isn't it?"
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Post by Brody Rogers on Oct 15, 2008 23:02:12 GMT -4
That was a question Tatum didn't need to think hard on, simply shaking her head firmly. "No, I guess not. Well, I mean, other than when you were grounded, when we were kids? But that doesn't count, cause you always got out," she sighed, eyes trailing over to the long line up for the cafeteria food, as she lifted her water to take another sip, glad she wasn't waiting in that sea of people. "And I never said you were crap! Never once did those words ever leave my mouth, or any variation of them! I just think that.. I have a bit of a headache, I don't feel great today. Too much math."
It was a lie, of course, but she'd deny that to the grave.
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 15, 2008 23:04:23 GMT -4
Ophelia chuckled, strumming hard again. "Oh I know what you think of my singing. I've heard your complaints. Jude's told me your complaints. I'm alright with it. And if you have a headache I have advil. Want some advil?"
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Post by Brody Rogers on Oct 15, 2008 23:14:44 GMT -4
Tatum flushed a little, her lips curling into a pout. Some secret keeper Jude was, then; see if she ever told him anything in confidence again. "Jude is a liar, I never said that, I swear. I have nothing to be praise for your beautiful voice," she said innocently, though it was hard to conceal a bit of smile, which she tried to hide behind the water bottle. "I would love some advil, though, before my skull splits in half.."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 15, 2008 23:47:18 GMT -4
Setting down her guitar, she dug into her purse, holding out a bottle of advil with a scowl. "Oh you did not just call my beautiful baby brother a lier, sir, I know you did not." she stated, grinning widely.
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Post by Brody Rogers on Oct 16, 2008 0:06:06 GMT -4
"Filthy liar who likes it up the butt," Tatum corrected her, matter-of-factly, as she took the bottle and twisted the top off. She dumped two pills into her hand, before closing up and handing it back to Ophelia, taking them and washing them down with a quick drink of water.
"I think it depends on who you believe. Your brother, or your girlfriend, who has never been anything but innocent, virginal, and never tells a fib."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 16, 2008 0:09:21 GMT -4
Ophelia laughed loudly at that. "I know for a fact that you are neither innocent nor virginal, Tat, so don't even. Though I do admit, Jude-bear does indeed like it up the butt. You have him there."
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Post by Brody Rogers on Oct 16, 2008 0:13:11 GMT -4
"Oh, okay. Maybe not virginal, since you've corrupted me, but I am definitely innocent. Especially compared to you," Tatum replied, smiling slowly behind her water bottle again, as she took another sip. "And of course I have him there. It's not like he's hiding it. And I don't think he should have to! If he likes it up the butt, that's his business. Just like my left nipple, is my business. Our business, when I feel like sharing. But it should not be a song, just for the record.."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 16, 2008 0:22:30 GMT -4
Ophelia pouted. "But it makes such a good song, T. Why must you stifle my creativity?"
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Post by Brody Rogers on Oct 16, 2008 0:39:19 GMT -4
"Crude does not equate to creativity, also for the record?" Tatum replied, cocking an eyebrow. "Why can't you sing about.. oh, I dunno, my hair? Something more appropriate, less private? Not covered by my clothes? And the fact that it wasn't covered by clothes, when you originally wrote the song, doesn't count."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 16, 2008 0:44:09 GMT -4
Ophelia pouted, upset. "You know most girls would love to have an ode written about them." she stated, casually.
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Post by Brody Rogers on Oct 16, 2008 0:45:44 GMT -4
"Would most girls love to have an ode about their nipples? Honestly? I'm not thinking they would. Well, Hunter might, but she isn't a real woman."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 16, 2008 0:47:54 GMT -4
Ophelia laughed heartily. "I think they would, yes."
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