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Post by CelticCailín on Dec 10, 2011 1:34:44 GMT -5
'Perfect how?'
'I was wondering if you'd accept an offer of friendship, at least for the time being.' he offered hesitantly.
'I'd like that very much.'
We walked back, not wanting to arouse suspicion. Before we went through the kitchen door, something unexpected happened. Emmet pulled me into a quick, friendly hug. For a few moments, I felt safe, protected. It was a nice feeling, one I'd never felt before in my life.
'Was that too much, too soon?' he asked gently.
'Not at all, in fact it was quite nice.'
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Dec 10, 2011 2:07:59 GMT -5
Awwwwwwwwwww so cute!! update?? she has to marry him...
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Post by CelticCailín on Dec 10, 2011 2:20:50 GMT -5
'Im glad, then.'
We re-entered the parlor, and my mother glared at me, as if she could sense we'd been being friendly. But when I glanced down at my hand, I realised I hadn't put my engagement ring back on after taking it off. There'd surely be a price to pay for that later! As subtly as I could, I put my hand in my pocket and jammed the piece of jewellery back on.
'Did I just see what I thought I saw?' she asked a bit threateningly.
'No mother, it must have been a trick of the light. I was just showing Mr.Cahill around the property. That's all.'
She eyed me, expecting me to admit I was lying to her face, but I kept my demeanour calm, a poker face.
'I guess I can't object, then.' she admitted.
'Emmet, we must be going. Ladies, thank you for a pleasant afternoon.' said Emmet's father quickly.
'The pleasure was all mine, Mr.Cahill.' I replied with a smile.
I saw them to the door, and Emmet kissed my hand and said goodbye. I watched as their Cadillac sped away, puddles of rain flying up from the speed of the vehicle.
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Post by CelticCailín on Dec 11, 2011 2:28:45 GMT -5
My mother shot me an infuriated look, and I ignored her, racing upstairs to find Trudy. She was in my room, polishing my chest of drawers with lemon polish and a rag. I twirled around, collapsing into a delighted heap on top of my four poster bed.
'What has you all happy like?' asked Trudy, curious about why I was so blissful.
'He offered me friendship, I accepted. And he hugged me! I know it's little things, but everything had to start somewhere, right?'
'Miss Molly... I caution you now. Keep that ring where it belongs, on your left hand.' she cautioned me, serious gray eyes watching my face.
'What ever are you getting at, Trudy?'
'I simply mean don't be rash, girl. I'm sure Mr.Cahill is an utmost gentleman of the highest class, but remember what 'society' will have to say about you befriending him. Nobody said you can't be engaged and have a male friend, but nobody also said to go around like you're not going to be married.' she reminded me. It was her reality checks that brought me back from my daydreams of love and freedom.
'Yes yes, you are right in some respects..'
'I bet he's singin' this tune the way home.. If you're nowhere, it may be somewhere. My Irish Molly, oh I'd looovveee ya juuussst the saaammmee...' she sang mockingly, for the craic more than to slag on me.
'I doubt it. He is a very eligible man, you know.'
'Did he say he had a lady on his arm, waiting for him?' she prodded, wanting the truth, all of it.
'No, but..'
'No ifs ands or buts about it. I see where he's going with this, he'd got nerve and some courage I'd say.' she hinted at something, and I thought I had a pretty good idea what it was she was getting at..
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Dec 11, 2011 2:32:03 GMT -5
aw Trudy, come on...
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Post by CelticCailín on Dec 11, 2011 2:38:09 GMT -5
'He couldn't be thinking of going after me, don't be absurd..' I muttered, saddened for some reason that he most likely didn't see me in that way.
Trudy held up one of my silver hand mirrors to my face.
'Take a good, long, hard look right there in front of you. What do you see looking back at ye?'
'A twenty year old woman who needs some Botox?' I said just to annoy her.
'No! I'll tell you what I see. I see a strong, beautiful, independent Irish woman just like the Irish women before us. They did amazing and bold things nobody expected, who says you can't do the same as they did? And who says men besides Roy can't find you beautiful?'
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Post by celticbear on Dec 12, 2011 23:52:38 GMT -5
I knew there was a reason why I like Trudy! Listen to her Molly! Drop that stick in the mud Roy and grab the brass ring! By the brass ring I mean Emmet!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Dec 13, 2011 1:12:43 GMT -5
Auntie, I'm not sure Emmet would appreciate being called a brass ring....lol
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Post by CelticCailín on Dec 13, 2011 1:20:10 GMT -5
Aye Jen's a point there.. Why can't he be a diamond ring instead? Lol I don't even know what that really means anyway...
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Post by CelticCailín on Dec 13, 2011 22:31:33 GMT -5
'Maybe, but I don't know if he---' I began, but stopped short when I heard a tapping sound on my window.
'What ever could that be?!?'
I went over to investigate, leaning out of my window, trying to see what was going on. I saw a small pile of stones on the ground, and there was someone standing beside them. Emmet! My heart started doing leaps and jumps of joy.
'What, what are you doing here?' I called down, wondering why he'd shown up throwing rocks at my house.
'I wanted to talk to you.'
I couldn't help but smile at his response, I was a sucker for romantic things like this that I'd sewn in films!
'Alright, you have my full attention, Cahill. What's going on?' I countered playfully.
'I don't suppose you wish to stay and endure a stuffy, boring dinner?'
'No, not really, why?'
'Then come with me, I've something I want you to see.' he replied, a hint of daring in his voice, a huge smile spreading across his face. I paused a moment, considering what I wanted.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Dec 14, 2011 1:19:59 GMT -5
HAHAHA if someone threw stones at my window, they would break the glass....yeah that'd be great... update!!
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Post by CelticCailín on Dec 14, 2011 1:33:54 GMT -5
Well this window is old fashioned, and he was throwing rocks at window panes, not the glass itself. anyway.... /&/&/$:/&&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&//&/&&//&&//&/&&/&/&/&/$/$//$/&/&/&/&/& 'Go on, live a little! You're young, you deserve to have some fun. I won't let on that your gone. Be back before 2am though!' encouraged Trudy. I gave her a huge hug, thanking her silently. This was my chance, perhaps the only one I'd ever get in my whole life to just be free and do careless things that young people often do. I ran back to the window. 'Okay, I'll come. But if I use the stairs everyone will know I snuck out..' I told him. How would I even be able to leave?!? He thought about it for a minute before he spoke. 'Jump, I'll catch you. I promise I won't let you fall.' 'I'm trusting you Emmet!' I said, making the one and a half story jump, thanking my lucky stars my room wasn't on one of the higher floors. The air flew by, I felt like I was flying, but down instead of up. A few seconds later, and the ground was right below me. I half fell, half jumped into his arms, making us both fall over onto the grass. 'Sorry about that!' I said, picking the grass out of his dark hair. 'No problem, that's something I can say I've done! One more check off the list!' he teased. I made an imaginary tick in a box with my hands, miming the motion. 'Done! There.' 'Now come on, there's a clearing over in the land we own not far-off that we can see the stars from.' he suggested. 'That sounds absolutely wonderful.' We set off for the clearing, and I was at peace knowing tonight would be one to remember and a fun, one in a lifetime experience, rather than wasted on another mindless dinner party.
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Post by celticbear on Dec 14, 2011 23:18:25 GMT -5
Ok Emmet is not a brass Ring! He's Molly's Prince Charming! All I meant by the commet was that Emmet was the right one for Molly and she should go with him, where ever he wants to lead her! Love Trudy for covering for Molly while she jumped out of the window to go star gazing with Emmet!
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Post by CelticCailín on Dec 14, 2011 23:41:11 GMT -5
It was quiet, peaceful, beautiful. Finally, nobody to tell me to do this or stay there. Just me and someone who wouldn't demand the impossible, or make my life unbearable like others had already done to me. The moonlight shone through the trees, and everything was awash in silver moon and star light, silver and emerald intertwined, not meaning to match each other, but they somehow mesh and work beautifully together to create one dynamic.
'This is so beautiful! Look, a shooting star!' I pointed up to the heavens, smiling as big as I ever had.
'Then make a wish. What is it you wish most for, Molly?'
I pondered that for half a second. I knew what I wanted more than possibly life itself.
'I want to be loved unconditionally and for real. That's it.' I replied honestly.
'Well maybe that is closer to coming true than you may think.'
'I hope so.' I said wistfully.
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Post by CelticCailín on Dec 15, 2011 21:56:58 GMT -5
'Do you ever wish things could be simpler?' he asked me, sounding a bit like he was thinking about something difficult.
'Yes. It would be nice, less pressure and things to worry about.'
'Molly?' it was almost a question, almost a statement at the same time.
'Yes, Emmet?'
He sat up from where he had been lying on his back in the grass. He looked around for a moment, pausing before speaking. I sat up too, and turned to face him.
'I think you are the most extraordinary woman I've ever met. You're beautiful, but you are strong too. A rare combination, but it is nice.' he confessed, talking just a little faster than usual.
'Thank you, you are certainly different from the men I've known, but in a good way. You're real, and don't just care about what I look like. That means a lot that even just one person has wanted to know who I really am, not just what is apparent to the eye.'
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