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Post by dancer4life on Aug 30, 2011 1:26:23 GMT -5
Damian looked ready to cry as he pulled the plastic bag with his shoes out of the freezer. "Keith! You're dead, mate! Dead, dead, dead--" He yelled, chasing the blond surfer around the room.
Ryan intervened by catching Damian and throwing him on the couch.
George caught Keith's shoulder and said, "You two are going shopping and you, Keith, are going to buy Damian new shoes. With proper supervision."
Keith's eyes grew big. "Paul's coming?"
They laughed. "Since when was Paul proper supervision?"
"Hey!" said Paul. "I'm more responsible than Ryan!" He looked at the shoes, melting. "Most of the time."
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Post by GalwayGirl on Aug 30, 2011 20:09:58 GMT -5
"I think George just volunteered," said Ryan with a grin as he pointed at George who unluckily at that moment had decided to scratch his head.
"I babysit all of you 'kids' I think you need to learn to take care of yourselves once in awhile." George said.
"You can't let Keith pick on the 'baby' like that and get away with it though," said Paul with a grin.
"Oh the things that I have to do for you lads," said Georg with a sigh.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Sept 1, 2011 0:36:43 GMT -5
Damian's face brightened. "George? You're coming?" He started dancing around the room in excitement. "I'll get new shoes! Yes!"
George caught Damian's arm, stopping him. "Lad...lad, stop that. You'll....well, let's just say you'll hurt yourself. No dancing until tour is over. Please?" His eyes begged Damian to stop dancing.
Damian stopped, looking slightly hurt, but he cheered up again. "Can we leave right now?"
"Sure." Keith was lounging against the couch. "Let's go. Hope you like walking barefoot." He turned and left.
Damian's face turned crimson. "That's right. I have to walk around the mall barefoot?" he asked, groaning.
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Post by GalwayGirl on Sept 1, 2011 0:45:18 GMT -5
"Here use these," said Paul tossing Keith's boots at Damian.
"Hey!!!" exclaimed Keith those are mine!!
"You are the one who did it Keith, so Damian either has to go barefoot of run around in your clodhoppers." said Ryan.
"Now to paint them pink before I return them," said Damian with a mischievous grin."
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Sept 1, 2011 3:12:10 GMT -5
"Damian," George said quietly. "Listen up. If you ruin Keith's boots, you have to pay for new ones. And they are much more expensive than the ones that he ruined."
Damian nodded meekly. "Yes, George."
"Don't 'Yes, George,' me, please," George said teasingly. "All right, lads, let's go. And behave yourselves. March in single file line." He led them out in a line.
They quickly found a bus stop and got on the first bus that came along. Good thing it came quickly, too, because Damian and Keith were arguing. They got on the bus, still arguing. George paid for their fare, looking slightly haggard and angry.
"Your children? Got nine myself," the bus driver said, taking the money.
George stared at him with his mouth wide open. "My children?"
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Post by dancer4life on Sept 2, 2011 22:39:51 GMT -5
Keith groaned as Damian handed him back the cowboy boots. Damian's converse were fresh out of the factory.
"Damo, you made my boots stink!"
"They stank before I put them on," Damian said, doing a little jig in front of the mirror. He turned to George. "Can we get ice cream? I'm starving!"
"Lad," said Keith, "any good parent knows that if a child says it's starving, the last thing needed is some kind of dessert."
George looked at his watch. "We have ten minutes before the bus swings around." He glared at Damian. "And don't you DARE call me grandpa this time."
"I think I should be scared right now," Damian whispered.
"You think?" Keith asked, putting his boots in his bag.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Oct 1, 2011 3:51:12 GMT -5
George looked back at them. "Yes, you should be scared. I am very cross right now."
"S-sorry, George," they both said.
Damian whispered to Keith, "What did I do again?"
Keith whispered back, "I'm not sure...this story has been on hold for so long that I can't remember anything that really happened."
Damian nodded like he understood, then he froze. "Wait. This is a story? And we're the pawns, the characters in it? That's....really, really weird."
Keith shrugged. "Ye get used to it."
George turned around. "Lads, I am cross and have a huge headache. Please. Be quiet. Have some respect for the elderly."
Keith and Damian settled back into silence.
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Post by dancer4life on Oct 11, 2011 23:19:17 GMT -5
Then Damian started singing softly under his breath, "The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round..." He glanced at Paul, snoring softly. Ryan had fallen asleep, cuddling one of Keith's guitar. Loraine, if he remembered correctly.
Damian grabbed some plastic forks from under his bunk, a ball of yarn, and a green Sharpie.
Ten minutes later, "The forks on the bus go 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round...all about Ryan and Paul's heads!"
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Post by orinocoflow on Oct 12, 2011 0:06:43 GMT -5
lol!
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Post by neline on Feb 22, 2013 21:51:34 GMT -5
Keith eyed Ryan warily as he hugged Loraine in his sleep. "I swear, if that knucklehead drools on my dear Loraine, he's fish bait." The blonde said under his breath.
Damian snickered, liking the fact that Ryan was unconsciously pestering Keith, even in his sleep. "You and your guitars Keith. I'd say they're the only friends you've got at this point. They're probably the reason why you can't snag a lassy either." The young lad laughed.
"Why you little eejit." Keith said. "I could have any lass that I wanted. I just... don't want a lass. They're too much work. You gotta give them jewels, and new things, and pay compliments all the time. Wait til you set foot in the real world."
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