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Post by Irish on Sept 14, 2009 17:46:27 GMT -5
She looked into his endless eyes and managed to slow her tears to a light sob,"I can' handle everything on meh own anymore I mean I can its jus' I need to be able to let everything out every once in awhile ta someone I trust and yer one of the few people I trust more than anyone else Irish....I'm jus' struggling wit Jack bein' gone....wit you neva comin' around any more....I'm empty.."she murmured through her light tears as she let her hair fall into her face again not caring, she was too broken at the moment.
Irish hugged her briefly. "Oi understand. We all need somebody to help us with our problems. Oi'm just glad Oi can be that person for you." He sighed. "Oi'm sorry about not bein' around. But it's hard. Oi'm supporting seven people, and Oi just can't do it on a Newsies salary." He finished bitterly. "And Jack, he'll come back eventually. Oi promise." Irish crossed his heart. "Cross me heart and hope to die."
Irish brushed her hair back. "Are you better now? You know you can come and see me anytime you want. It just make take a little searchin'." Irish told her cheerfully. "Now, show me your smile. Oi miss it."
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Post by Poet on Sept 14, 2009 18:03:22 GMT -5
She tilted her head and wiped her tears before giving him a small smile. "Irish....."she murmured she had so much ging through her head right now she wasn't sure if she should tell him everything, her feelings toward him and how every time she was around him she grew more and more attached. She didn't know what to do any more. She smiled again before biting her lower lip in contemplation still. She wished she could just tell him already but she couldn't as much as she wanted to. Part of her reasoning was because she didn't know for sure if he was the only one she actually felt this way toward. She looked down for a moment,"I......I...thanks,"she couldn't do it.
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Post by Irish on Sept 14, 2009 19:14:03 GMT -5
Irish waited for her to say more, but then she just thanked him. He gave her a smile and said, "You're welcome, Poet. Anytime, remember?" He said, wiping a stray tear away. "Thanks for the smile, yeah?"
He had almost hoped she had something more, but he was somewhat relieved that she hadn't. If he was thinking what she was thinking, he wouldn't be ready for it.
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Post by Poet on Sept 14, 2009 19:57:32 GMT -5
She looked down and fidgetted with her hands as she sat in his lap, her hair fell into her face as she hummed softly. She looked up into his eyes and tilted her head,"do ya think he'll really come back?"she whispered. She was worried about Jack and she missed him terribly. She bt her lower lip again and rested her head on Irish's shoulder leaning against him, she closed her eyes, she was exhausted and wanted to sit there in his arms for awhile, she loved him she did, but she really still cared so much for Jack. She shifted and took one of his hands in both of hers as she sat there her eyes still closed. "Yer the best Irish..."she whispered softly in his ear.
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Post by Irish on Sept 14, 2009 20:11:57 GMT -5
She looked down and fidgetted with her hands as she sat in his lap, her hair fell into her face as she hummed softly. She looked up into his eyes and tilted her head,"do ya think he'll really come back?"she whispered. She was worried about Jack and she missed him terribly. She bt her lower lip again and rested her head on Irish's shoulder leaning against him, she closed her eyes, she was exhausted and wanted to sit there in his arms for awhile, she loved him she did, but she really still cared so much for Jack. She shifted and took one of his hands in both of hers as she sat there her eyes still closed. "Yer the best Irish..."she whispered softly in his ear.
Irish thought on this. "Oi don't really know if Jack'll come back. Oi hope to God Almighty he does. With Midtown breakin' off and him disappearin'... It's put some real strain on the remainin' leaders," Irish shook his head. "Oi'm sure that one day he'll come ridin' back into town on a horse like the cowboy he is..."
Irish shivered a little at the breath in his ear. He didn't quite know what to say to that, so he just smiled at her gently then replied, "Thanks, Poet. That means alot to me."
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Post by Poet on Sept 14, 2009 20:19:44 GMT -5
She opened her eyes and realized she didn't have to tell him for her to ask him questions. She tilted her head and looked him dead in the eyes,"Irish.....what am I to you?"she asked her voice soft and slightly timid. She didn't know what his answer would be, she didn't know what to expect. She still held his hand in both of hers and found her thumb running against the top of his hand out of habit. She could tell her eyes were wide like a puppy dog, and behind them held a fear of what he could say that could be bad, what if he only saw her as a friend or worse, a sister. She fell silent waiting for an answer, her heart beating practically wanting to jump out of her chest.
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Post by Irish on Sept 16, 2009 18:22:36 GMT -5
She opened her eyes and realized she didn't have to tell him for her to ask him questions. She tilted her head and looked him dead in the eyes,"Irish.....what am I to you?"she asked her voice soft and slightly timid. She didn't know what his answer would be, she didn't know what to expect. She still held his hand in both of hers and found her thumb running against the top of his hand out of habit. She could tell her eyes were wide like a puppy dog, and behind them held a fear of what he could say that could be bad, what if he only saw her as a friend or worse, a sister. She fell silent waiting for an answer, her heart beating practically wanting to jump out of her chest.
Irish was severaly taken aback by the question. "You're a lot of things to me, Poet. Oi see you as me best friend, as me only confidence, as an extention of meself. And maybe, perhaps..." Here, Irish paused, not sure how to answer the question. Should he tell her absolutely everything? He knew what it felt like to put yourself out there and be rejected, it hurt. He closed his eyes and whispered, "Oi see you as... me everything." Irish thought some more. "You're the air Oi breath and the water Oi drink and the food Oi eat... You're me heart and soul and me life blood."
Irish turned his face away, his eyes still closed. "Oi'm sorry if that sound weirds..."
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Post by Poet on Sept 16, 2009 18:35:51 GMT -5
Poet looked at him, she bit her lower lip, how was she supposed to answer that? She tilted her head and looked down slightly, she wanted to be with him, she wanted to be his for quite some time, but her only problem was her conflicts of her feelings for Jack. She sighed softly, she could give it a try right? If it didn't work she knew Irish would understand. She brought her hand to his chin and gently forced him to look at her,"Irish.....I..."she couldn't finish her words, but instead she brought her lips to his for a moment. She felt it was right, she couldn't wait for Jack forever. She pulled away for a moment,"I love you...."she whispered biting her lip and adverting her gaze down.
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Post by Irish on Sept 16, 2009 18:39:57 GMT -5
Poet looked at him, she bit her lower lip, how was she supposed to answer that? She tilted her head and looked down slightly, she wanted to be with him, she wanted to be his for quite some time, but her only problem was her conflicts of her feelings for Jack. She sighed softly, she could give it a try right? If it didn't work she knew Irish would understand. She brought her hand to his chin and gently forced him to look at her,"Irish.....I..."she couldn't finish her words, but instead she brought her lips to his for a moment. She felt it was right, she couldn't wait for Jack forever. She pulled away for a moment,"I love you...."she whispered biting her lip and adverting her gaze down.
Irish reacted to the kiss without hestitation. He kissed her back. He liked it. "Oi..." Irish said, pulling away slightly. "Oi love you too, Kassy." He grinned, using her real name. "Never forget that, ey?" Irish smiled, happy with the world for once.
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Post by Poet on Sept 16, 2009 19:51:39 GMT -5
She smiled and put her hands on the back of his neck,"Irish....Will you be mine?"she asked him softly, she wondered how this would effect the other newsies, and what they would say but she didn't care. She bit her lip again and tilted her head as she ran one hand through his hair and gazed into his eyes, a small smile brightening her face. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, she could feel her true emotions stronger than ever. She could honestly say without a doubt that she loved him and with every passing day she fell harder and harder for him. She wanted nothing more than to be by his side through every problem, every happy moment, forever whether it was as more than friends or just close friends, she never wanted to lose him.
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Post by Irish on Sept 17, 2009 15:49:44 GMT -5
She smiled and put her hands on the back of his neck,"Irish....Will you be mine?"she asked him softly, she wondered how this would effect the other newsies, and what they would say but she didn't care. She bit her lip again and tilted her head as she ran one hand through his hair and gazed into his eyes, a small smile brightening her face. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, she could feel her true emotions stronger than ever. She could honestly say without a doubt that she loved him and with every passing day she fell harder and harder for him. She wanted nothing more than to be by his side through every problem, every happy moment, forever whether it was as more than friends or just close friends, she never wanted to lose him.
Irish smiled. "Oi'll be yours if you promise to be mine." Irish said, kissing her. "Gotta promise me though, ey?" Irish knew he really shouldn't agree to be Poet's, but it felt so right... He liked that feeling. Irish knew Poet had feelings for Jack, she always had, but... Irish ignored the thought, pushing it our of his mind to think about when he was alone. If that ever happened again, he thought happily.
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Post by Poet on Sept 18, 2009 10:47:25 GMT -5
Poet smiled as she looked into his eyes, she was so happy and she spoke in the sweetest tone," Unni mi sono innamorato di te, Voi siete miei tutto, non potrei mai chiedere per, nei secoli dei secoli babe,"she whispered before kissing his cheek. She held him in her arms and looked down,she figured she'd translate it for him," hun I love you you are my everything, all I could ever ask for, forever and ever babe,"she whispered biting her lower lip before looking up into his eyes again, her eyes sparkling with happiness and utmost joy.
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Post by Irish on Sept 18, 2009 15:59:54 GMT -5
Poet smiled as she looked into his eyes, she was so happy and she spoke in the sweetest tone," Unni mi sono innamorato di te, Voi siete miei tutto, non potrei mai chiedere per, nei secoli dei secoli babe,"she whispered before kissing his cheek. She held him in her arms and looked down,she figured she'd translate it for him," hun I love you you are my everything, all I could ever ask for, forever and ever babe,"she whispered biting her lower lip before looking up into his eyes again, her eyes sparkling with happiness and utmost joy.
Irish grinned. "Same for me, then. Ey?" He asked, grinning. He nodded, happy, then he yawned. "Oh me, Oi'm tired, Oi am." He said, stifling another yawn. "Oh, Oi got a job in the mills. Oi'm startin' next week so Oi might be gone for a bit. You understand right, Poet?" Irish asked carefully, his eyes sad.
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Post by Poet on Sept 18, 2009 16:25:06 GMT -5
She looked down slightly and nodded,"I understand hun....I'll jus' hafta find a way ta keep myself busy,"she said as she ran a hand down his chest and sighed softly letting her hair fall into her face. She took in a slow deep breath and tilted her head as she looked down into his lap. She understood but she just hoped that she wouldn't get lonely enough to start her search over. She bit her lower lip and didn't look at him as her fingertips ran down his chest,"want meh to stay with you tonight?"she asked him softly, not wanting to leave him quite yet.
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Post by Irish on Sept 18, 2009 16:44:43 GMT -5
She looked down slightly and nodded,"I understand hun....I'll jus' hafta find a way ta keep myself busy,"she said as she ran a hand down his chest and sighed softly letting her hair fall into her face. She took in a slow deep breath and tilted her head as she looked down into his lap. She understood but she just hoped that she wouldn't get lonely enough to start her search over. She bit her lower lip and didn't look at him as her fingertips ran down his chest,"want meh to stay with you tonight?"she asked him softly, not wanting to leave him quite yet.
Irish looked at her. He chewed on his lip and brushed some hair from her face. "Sorry, but Oi can't have you stayin' with me. It ain't appropiate..." He smiled sadly. "You know how Oi am, you will have to meet me family first, Oi want them to know. Especially me sisters. You'll have to be on your best behavior. You know how Ma and Grandda are..." Irish stood gently, helping her to her feet. "Now, Oi'm gonna get some sleep, ey? Oi want you to go and make some friends, a girl can never have enough friends, yeah?" Irish nodded. "Remember Oi love you alot Poet," he murmured, kissing her nose. "Oi'll see you later, ey?"
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