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Post by Ashton Laurent on Mar 15, 2010 20:34:37 GMT 1
Ash growled under his breath as he dug through his trunk for his favorite pair of jeans. The super-skinny, dark blue, slightly distressed ones. No doubt his little sister Charlie had stolen them. Again. "Dammit Charlotte Joy! When I get my hands on you.." he let the threat trail off, knowing of course that other than yelling at her to give them back and to stop stealing his clothes, he wouldn't do a thing to her.
Clothes flung all over the bed, and all around it, Ash finally sighed and admitted defeat. Now to find Charlie.. let's see.. it was Saturday... nine in the morning.. if Charlie were like any sane person she'd still be asleep. But then again, when was Charlie ever sane? She was a Laurent after all. They were famoous for their oddities and quirks. As well as their impeccable taste in clothes. Well.. all of them except their dad of course. Ash shuddered just thinking about some of the stuff he'd seen daddy dearest wear. Horrible. Ash figured he might as well check in the common room. So, quickly piling all his clothes haphazardly back into his trunk, and slipping a t-shirt and some pajama pants on, the Head Boy made his way down to the common rooom. Sure enough, as he started down the stairs, he heard the familiar, unmistakable sound of his sisters voice.
"Charlotte Joy Laurent!" he called down the stairs to his younger sibling, "If you have my jeans so help me god, you better give them back and you better do it now!" He now stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed, glaring at his sister.
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Post by Charlotte Laurent on May 7, 2010 17:58:19 GMT 1
"He did what?!" she exclaimed as her friend finished telling the latest gossip.
Of course Charlie wanted to know what was going on in the school. Though, you couldn't believe everything you heard, but still, it was fun knowing what everyone else was saying. The fiery red-head giggled like a little school girl as her friend left to meet her boyfriend by the lake. Once the girl was out of site, Charlotte rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Merlin, what a twit," she mumbled as she turned towards the staircase right before she heard her name. "Damnit Ashton! Why do you have to be an ass and use my full name! I could slap you right about now!" she yelled back.
Jeans. What was he yelling at her about jeans? Oh yeah... she had borrowed a pair of his jeans last week. Well, borrowing required that you asked, Char basically took them. Go figure that her brother would make a scene over a pair of pants. What was funnier was that he was standing at the bottom of the staircase in his underwear. Charlotte couldn't help but giggle.
"My my, Ash. How cute. Has Markus seen how cute you look in your undergarments yet?" Charlotte loved picking on her brother. "Your jeans are on my bed!" With a flick of her wand, Ashton's jeans came flying down the stairs, smacking him in the back of the head before Charlie grabbed them out of the air. "Here! Must you be such a drama queen?" she asked with a smirk as she tossed the pants to Ash.
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Post by Ashton Laurent on May 7, 2010 18:13:17 GMT 1
Ash glared at his sister. "Don't steal my clothes and I won't use your full name. Genius." he retorted rolling his eyes. Honestly, the girl oughta know by now not to take his stuff without asking him first! Oh wait.. she did know. She just didn't care. Typical Charlie.
Ash smirked as his sister asked if Markus knew how cute he looked in his underwear. "Oh he's seen me in a lot less than this. Trust me." he replied with a devilish grin and a wink. He loved making his sister freak and knew that this was a surefire way.
He growled as the jeans hit him in the back of the head and snatched them out of Charlie's hand. "I am not a drama queen!" he retorted indignantly. "Besides" he said in a playfully haughty voice, "If I was, it'd be your fault."
He glared at his sister one last time before pulling the jeans on. "Stop stealing my stuff." he warned again. But of course that was their life. She stole his stuff, he stole her stuff. It was a never ending cycle
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Post by Charlotte Laurent on May 7, 2010 18:23:42 GMT 1
"Don't use my full name and I won't steal your clothes! Dufus." She threw back at him. Course, they both knew neither of them would compromise. Thus the sibling rivalry. Charlotte couldn't say that she didn't enjoy the endless bickering. It kept her days interesting, especially when she didn't have a significant other, unlike her brother. Well, technically he didn't either, but Charlie didn't see it like that.
Charlie faked a gag before picking up a pillow and chucking it at her brother, "I don't need the images! Thank you very much! Wait til I see Markus, I'm smacking the hell out of him," she added with a smirk. Honestly, like she wanted to think of her brother and Markus sucking face all day. She would definitely have to find something else to think about once classes resumed on monday. Just the thought made her shiver. "God, Ashton! Look what you've done! Now I'm gonna have to wash my mind a million times to bring it back to virgin status!" she shouted.
"If I made you a Drama Queen, then you've made me the Prince of Persia. Now go get me a butterbeer, the prince demands so," she exclaimed, as she sat herself down in one of the comfy chairs. Take it for Charlotte to make a game out of this all. At least it was keeping her entertained. Much better than the false rumors spreading around the common room.
"You know what? Give me back my hoodie if you're gonna be like that. Two can play this game. And I'ma win damnit!"
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