Post by heartsout on Aug 13, 2007 15:06:07 GMT -5
'Cause all the roads they lead to where you are,
And all the streetlights shine like they were stars, that's where you are.
Well, Avery would make a great mother, Jackson not so much a great father. He's very impatient and annoyed very easily, if you haven't noticed. But he'll try his best, and of course just like Marlin from Finding Nemo, he'll be worried about them not liking him. Right, it wouldn't matter how they turned out, they'd love them anyway. Though, at least one would have to inherit their knack for trouble making. That's cheap, no bribing Telly. His baby pictures are adorable though, him sitting in his diaper in the kitchen sink, and him biting Thomas' pink bunny ear. Adorable.
Okay, so maybe he deserved it. But she did the actual act of dropping the pies, and has no proof that he had help planning it in any way, shape or form. Ha. She also seemed to be oblivious to the fact Holden was taller than him and had gray eyes instead of blue. If you loved someone like she did him, wouldn't you be able to tell them apart from anyone else? No, he wouldn't steal the covers, since he knew she was naturally always cold. And he'd hold her while she slept so she'd be extra warm. [:
Jackson's good and kind and not evil. Even though switching places with Holden and splashing pumpkin juice in her face was pretty mean, he wasn't evil. She deserved that pumpkin juice though, dumping a bowl of chocolate pudding on his head. He wasn't sure if he'd ever want to switch on Avery again, he couldn't stand watching his best friend kiss her even one more time, yes he was jealous. So maybe he did belong in Slytherin.
Ugh, dressing professionally would be a drag. The boy didn't even like wearing his Slytherin uniform, he preferred his jeans and hoodies; muggle clothes were much more comfortable to him. Besides, wearing robes made him feel like he was wearing over-sized dresses, which was not flattering in the slightest. He laughed quietly, his cheeks turning red just like her. He wouldn't mind running around in his boxers either, they were a lot more comfortable than pants.
Biting his bottom lip, he looked down at his belly, poking it again through his shirt. He didn't want to know what it felt like to have a baby down there, and he would feel really fat and probably have back problems. He looked back up at her and grinned, "You'll have a motherly glow and I'll run around in boxers, sounds like a plan." Shaking his head slightly, he reached over and picked up the tea pot with both hands, carefully filling her cup, then filling his own. Casting a glance at their stuffed animal friends, he shrugged, placing the tea pot back down.
The fifth year smiled sideways as she wrinkled up her nose, she was going to have an extra wrinkly nose when she was all old. He found it amusing that she his nose-wrinkling had affected her, heehe. But when they were old, they'd have matching wrinkled noses; he could just imagine them like that. Sitting in their rocking chairs, draped in ugly knitted blankets, 'cause face it- Avery wouldn't be able to knit, and holding hands on the front porch of a little house. He didn't like thinking of that really, it made him feel gross, like he'd be better off than being pickled in a jar. o.O
Now he couldn't wait until they got married. Damnit. Even though they were planning on getting married, he had the urge to call her his fiancee, which wouldn't make much sense since they were engaged yet. He'd have to have Telly and his mum help him pick out the ring, since they were girls and he wasn't. Hmph. Resting his head on top of hers, he allowed a giggle to escape his lips as she spoke. He didn't plan on being pregnant, either.
After she gave him a kiss he grinned, he wrinkled up his nose. "Thank you, even though I don't know what it sounds like," he said with a soft shrug. He figured it sounded strange to other people, just like their accents did to him. Damnit, now he wanted to hear what it sounded like. He hoped he didn't sound like a complete idiot. "I like yours," he said with a nod. Italian accents were awesome. Yeah bio.
Raising his eyebrows he watched her get the gummy worm, wondering what she was doing, until she held up one end to him. He bit it, his eyebrows still raised slightly. As she took the other end he tried to stop himself from laughing, otherwise the worm would fall out of his mouth. Once they ate their way to the middle their lips met, and he stayed there for a few seconds, then let go. "Gummy worms are much better than spaghetti, I have to admit."