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Post by ATTICUS AMORY CHOPIN on Jan 28, 2011 19:26:43 GMT -8
 stop there and let me correct it ,
i wanna live a life from a new perspectiveIt was a gorgeous winter day. The sky had few clouds that lazily drifted by in the chilly breeze, and it was just as blue as ever. On such a nice winter day, the park was surprisingly busy. There were mothers walking along holding the hands of their little children, several joggers, a few bicyclists, couples holding hands and kissing on benches, little children chasing each other about, and then there was Atticus. This fair-haired, tall, slender boy walked along the sidewalk with a look of contempt for the world scrawled across his face. Actually, this sight was rather humorous because of the little puppy that pranced alongside the gloomy looking boy. This little puppy looked so happy and upbeat, it seemed to be a small border terrier. It looked the complete opposite of the boy who held its leash. Atticus seemed to be deep in thought as he walked along, his lips pulled into a tight then line. Something was obviously this mind because even this arrogant bastard did not always look so…bastardish.
Earlier that day, before Atticus had came to the park, he had gotten in another fight with his parents. Once again his father attacked him, saying that he was not doing enough extracurricular activities. He continue to explain how Atticus was not being persistent enough with being the best, and he described how Atticus was going to ruin the family name and end up with nothing. This was the typical conversation that the family had when they were together, his parents seemed to believe that it made perfect dinner conversation. However, today it had rubbed him the wrong way, he had been scolded almost as soon as he walked in the door of his house from school. He had basically walked right back out of his home with his new puppy in tow and hopped in his car to head to the park. The park is where Atticus went when he needed to breath. His parents would not allow him, and most of the time it made him feel sick.
Atticus finally spotted an empty bench that was not occupied by some lovey-dovey couple. Couples made him sick…always so happy and upbeat. What was even the point of relationships. He changed his course and headed straight for the bench. Once there, he sat down on the wooden bench and allowed his puppy to hop up in his lap. It sat there, perched neatly on his knees and staring around at all the passing people with a happy little gleam in its eyes. There was no gleam in the eyes of its owner. Atticus simple sat there and stared forward, and his hands rested in his lap, not even petting the adorable little terrier that was sitting upon his knees. His mind was somewhere else, and he paid no attention to the throngs of people who passed by his bench on the sidewalk. He was oblivious to the world around him, and he seemed to be this way rather often.
Why was Atticus born into the family he was in? In his opinion he deserved far better. After all, he was a hard working, overachieving, and strong son…but his family simply never appreciated him. Sure, he was lucky that his family was one of the richest in the south eastern United States, but money was far from everything. He would love if just once his parents would tell him that they were proud of him and not wish for anything more. The only reason he had probably not off’ed himself by now was probably because of his grandmother who also lived at the Chopin family mansion. She was his mother’s mother, and she was one of Atticus’ only true loves. She was amazing and was the one who was most responsible for raising him. She always encouraged him to do his best, but she also congratulated him and let him know what an amazing grandson he was. However, she was not capable of helping his parents act this way, she was a softspoken lady. Yet she was the one who kept him going, and he had no idea what he would do without her.
A sigh escaped Atticus’ lips. He leaned back on the bench and let his lovely blue eyes drift skyward. They nearly matched the blue that filled the sky above. He eyed a cloud and watched as it drifted by, continuing to let his mind wander around and dance with all of the troubles he constantly had to deal with. If only someone could shake him out of this horrible nightmare, but Atticus did not believe that would ever occur.
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Post by ANDERSON RICHARD COOK on Jan 28, 2011 21:16:52 GMT -8
 I ' M F A R T O O L O U D!
it's like as soon as i have an opinion
i t j u s t h a s t o c o m e o u tAnderson Richard Cook had been kicked out of his house for annoying his mother. This was not an unusual occurrence, since it happened, perhaps, once every few weeks. He didn't mean to be annoying, it was just the way he was. Andy was hyper and always, always had something to say. There were very few occasions when he didn't comment on something or ask a question. There was no telling why he always felt the need to fill the silence with random bits of nonsense. Rory got annoyed by it. Rory was almost as tolerant of Andy as their mother was, but at the same time he lost it. Yeah, he lost it alright, he was mean when it happened. His brother could be pretty cruel when it came down to it. He didn't blame Rory though, even though it made him cry a lot. Andy knew that his brother loved him and wouldn't stay mad with him, it was just that his mother was nicer. His mother had a nice, quiet way of saying that you were annoying the hell out of her. It didn't take a brain surgeon to know which way he preferred, that much was clear. Who wouldn't have picked the nice road?
The destination had been predetermined, the park. It was a nice place, there was always stuff going on there, there were always happy families and people to watch. People watching wasn't really his thing though, Rory was way better at it than he was. Andy couldn't people watch mainly because he lacked the capability to sit still for any amount of time. The record for him sitting in one spot was probably when he couldn't crawl. In class, he fidgeted. He drove his teachers completely bonkers, sometimes he even wondered around the classroom until someone told him to sit down. Andy was a regular in the detention room too, apparently he was disruptive. The truth was he couldn't help it, no matter how hard he tried. He'd tried to sit in class with his finger over his lips like a kindergartener, the only outcome of that was he bounced around like he had to go potty.
An ever present smile was plastered on Andy's face as he walked into the park. It was one of those rare occasions where he wasn't talking to the worn squirtle doll under his arm. He was the only high school boy who carried around a stuffed doll. This doll was not just any old doll though, he'd had it for a very, very long time. It was like his security blanket. The blue pokemon listened to everything he had to say, when he said it. The squirtle doll, which had an original name of "Squirtle". Andy carried Squirtle as if he was a baby, and in some ways the turtle was his baby. There were occasions where Andy wouldn't leave the house without his beloved companion, and other times he left him at home. The boy stopped taking him to school normally when he started high school. When he had him he'd get teased, getting teased wasn't fun. He usually ended up crying, and then Rory had to come and calm him down... and then Rory'd start getting annoyed. His brother gave him the idea of leaving Squirtle with his mother, it was a perfect plan.
Right so, Andy walked through the park. His toes were cold, but what else could you expect? He'd made the brilliant decision of wearing flip-flops in the middle of the winter. It was a choice that could have been easily swayed by his mother, but she was annoyed with him. He knew she was annoyed because she pinched the bridge of her nose a lot and got really quiet. His mommy had also tried to lose him a few times, but he'd followed like a baby duck. She almost lost him when she locked herself in the laundry room, but he'd found her. It was then that she'd pinched her nose, again for the millionth time, and told him to go outside and play. That was when he knew she was really, really annoyed with him, and so he decided to go to the park with Squirtle.
He kept walking, waiting for his feet to lead him somewhere fun. Andy wasn't easy to please, but he was really bored. He could have called Mason to see if he wanted to play, but he didn't want to. That wouldn't last very long and he needed something that would last. Andy's eyes traveled over the many peoples around the park as he walked. They fell onto a boy, a boy that didn't look to be much older than he was. Andy skipped over to him, his doll still under his arm. He looked at him for a moment before stepping closer and looking right down into the other boy's eyes.
"Why do you look like you're mad? Don't be mad. It's not good to be mad. Well, it's okay to be mad, but not for too long. Then it's bad for you. So don't be mad, okay? Unless that's just the way your face looks. Is that the way your face looks or is it just because you're mad?" he asked, cocking his head slightly while talking a million miles an hour. Andy continued to talk just as quickly as he had been doing... that was, until he ran out of breath. He stopped to catch his breath, silent for the first time. Andy was a little overwhelming, but that was the way he was.
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Post by ATTICUS AMORY CHOPIN on Jan 28, 2011 21:52:00 GMT -8
stop there and let me correct it ,
i wanna live a life from a new perspective
Why oh why him? Why did he have to be the only boy in Greenville to be so lucky but also so depressed at the same time. So many individuals would kill to be in the position that Atticus was in. His family had an enormous amount of power in the city, and he could basically get whatever he wanted. As a child, all of the newest toys were his, all the food he wanted was his, any pet he ever dreamed of was his. Now, as a teenager, any clothing he wanted was his, any car he wanted was his, and any opportunity was his. Basically, Atticus realized that money could buy so many things in his life and make it so much easier to live, but there was still shockingly so much that he lacked. The truest love of his parents, the adoration of friends, and, even though he hated to admit it, the love of someone…anyone. These were all things that money simply could not buy. Well, they could in some ways be bought, but only a fake rip-off of the purest form of each one.
Why could Atticus not be a cloud? Yes, to many this would seem a ridiculous question to ask. After all, who would ever wish to be a cloud? What a boring life a cloud must lead. However, this boring life seemed so perfect to Atticus. What he would give to simply lay around all day and be pushed throughout the sky by the gentle caress of a cool breeze. He spent too much of his time doing too many activities. He was constantly studying, doing community service, serving in SGA, and practicing soccer. Basically, it was not rare to discover tired looking bags beneath Atticus’ eyes. That is most definitely not normal for a seventeen year old in high school. This is why moments of peace like this time in the park were so important to Atticus. They provided him with the time to relax and make attempts at allowing his worries to melt away. This was always extremely difficult for Atticus because his mind was constantly rushing in every direction; however, if he focused enough on something relaxing, in this case the clouds, he could typically forget about the problems that filled his life and simply lose himself.
His gaze was turned vertically upward with his head tilted back, and he had nearly lost himself to the sky above when…his view was suddenly blocked by the face of a faintly familiar, overexcited individual. The appearance of this boy shockingly did not make Atticus jump. He simply frowned a little and scooted away from the boy as he leveled his gaze at him. He sat there for a moment in amazement as he listened to the boy ramble on and spit out questions and statements at a machine gun’s pace. Atticus’ puppy simply sat on his knees still, staring up at the rambling boy with the oddest of looks that a dog could manage. Even after the boy finished speaking Atticus continued to simply stare him down with a tight-lipped frown.
Nearly a minute passed before Atticus’ lips shifted a bit and began to form the words of speech that spilled forth, “First off, I would like to thank you for interrupting my relaxation time.” His words dripped with a certain vicious sarcasm that acted as a slap in the face. “And how dare you imply that my face looks like this. That is extremely rude of you and quite stupid to suggest. Are you a little bit of a fool?” His lips crinkled down once more into an angry frown as one of his hands drifted upwards to gently pet the top of his doggie’s head. This is why he needed to find a relaxation spot that lacked the presence of people. He believed that he had seen this boy at school this year…a freshman or something. They were annoying enough even when they did not open their mouths to speak and reveal their lack of intelligence. However, as this though crossed Atticus’ mind his gaze flickered to the stuffed animal in the boy’s arms…and…could it have been? The corners of Atticus’ lips seemed to twitch a little as if in an attempt to smile, before being forced back down into his furious frown.
“My dear Scout and I were just sitting here and minding our own business, and you have to come and interrupt our cloud gazing time.” He looked down to Scout who was still perched upon his knees staring at the odd boy with curiosity. Atticus scratched her behind the ears ever so lightly. “I do believe the point I am trying to reach is, did your parents teach you no manners? You should not interrupt people’s peace and avoid insulting people to their faces.” Now his eyes even narrowed again, but they seemed to continue casting quick glances to the adorable stuffed Squirtle.
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Post by ANDERSON RICHARD COOK on Jan 28, 2011 22:55:15 GMT -8
Andy took a step back and looked at the other guy. His face hadn't shifted from the look he had on earlier, which led Andy to believe he really wasn't happy. He watched silently, his happy smile still plastered on his obviously carefree face. He swung his free arm back and forth in his ADHD way. It really was impossible for Anderson to be still for even the slightest amounts of time. Well, that wasn't necessarily true. He could stand super still whenever he was in deep shit. Rory and Anderson's father was a very scary looking man, it was almost hilarious that he could have helped produce such cute offspring. The strangest part was, his dad was only mean when one of the boys did something wrong, besides that he was a big softy. This one time when he was talking to Rory, a little after he'd come out to his parents, they spoke about how they were really lucky. They were lucky because they knew that they're parents would love them no matter what they managed to get themselves into. They were also lucky that their dad didn't beat them straight or something close to that.
The overactive Andy had been waiting eagerly to see how the angry boy would reply for a while. He was hoping that they could be friends; however, his words were nothing like what he'd expected. They were sore, it felt like he was being hurt. His smile was wiped right off of his face in mere milliseconds, only to be replaced by a sorely out of place frown. In all honesty, Andy couldn't really remember the last time someone had made him cry outside of home and school. Tears burned in the back of his eyes as he casted his eyes downwards, trying to focus on the grass. Rory called him stupid all the time, but he didn't mean it, not like this guy anyway. This guy had nothing to lose by calling him stupid. Maybe he was right about him being stupid. As for rude, he was, he was rude because he didn't know what he could say and what he couldn't. Andy had no cap for his words, nor did he have a filter. He said whatever the hell came to mind, it was the way he was. It was the way Andy had always been.
He pulled Squirtle up to his face, as some of the tears that burned pooled in his childish eyes. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, pulling the doll closer to his face. Deep down Andy hoped that he could hide behind the blue cuddly toy. The boy almost calmed down a little when he saw the slight smile on his face. Maybe the abuse was over. Maybe he'd be joking the whole time. The poor naive boy had a lot of wishful thinking, a lot of which never came true. His frown grew deeper and his breathing became shaky. Andy really, really wished Rory was here to make him feel better. Rory could always make him feel better, but Rory was out with Cameron or Chase or someone. He was too busy for him.
"I-I'm sor-ry." he said shakily, his squirtle doll muffling his voice ever so slightly. "Y-you lo-oked an-gry. and he swallowed back one of his stupid baby sobs. For one of the millionth times in his lifetime, he wished that he wasn't so obnoxious. He wished he was normal. And most of all he wished that he hadn't annoyed his mommy. Andy had a feeling that if he went back to her crying she'd hug him, kiss his hair, and then she'd give him love pats until he calmed down all the way. After that she'd make him lay down on the couch and she'd tell him how sweet he was, and then he'd be happy again.
The manners comment was enough to set him over the edge. He started to cry into his stuffed pokemon. "I'm sorry I just... I did-n't know. I'm not rude." He didn't deny being stupid, it was one of those things he heard so often it might as well be true. Andy did well in school, not that he was going to bring that up now. He made good grades, grades that never made his parents sad. He sniffled loudly and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He wanted to go home now.
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Post by ATTICUS AMORY CHOPIN on Jan 29, 2011 19:02:15 GMT -8
stop there and let me correct it ,
i wanna live a life from a new perspective Atticus was feeling rather comfortable with the words that had spilled forth from his lips and bit at the boy standing close to him. It felt nice to lash out at someone. He needed to do it. Oh how he wished that he could lash out at his parents in this way, but he knew that was a bad idea. It looked as though this kid was going to have to act like his punching bag, and thus far it seemed to be working rather well. This boy was visibly cringing from Atticus’ harsh words, and this simply made him lash out more. It seemed as though he was out for blood at this point, and the feeling was addictive. How could it possibly feel so great to put a single person down in such a way? This wasn’t exactly normal for Atticus, and he typically only lashed out in this way at his enemies.
Satisfaction was scrawled across Atticus’ face as he watched the boy hide behind that Squirtle doll, which Atticus really wanted, and then the boy seemed to divert his gaze. It looked as though Atticus’ had won. Winning was so satisfying. This situation was satisfying until Atticus’ heard the first sniffle. This boy began to apologize now, voice muffled by the Pokemon he had pressed against his face, and his body seemed to quiver. Something fought past all of the anger that Atticus was feeling at the moment and pulled roughly at his heart. It only became worse as the boy apologized more and began to actually cry. The anger in Atticus seemed to melt away even faster than it had built as he watched this pitiful boy break down because of words that he had spoken. He had not meant for it to go this far…why did his punching bag not lash back? Why did he have to stand there and cry? A feeling began to settle in the pit of his stomach. A feeling of self-resentment. He had made this poor, innocent boy burst into tears.
Scout had been sitting upon Atticus’ knee simply staring this whole time, but now the little puppy burst into action. Atticus had always heard that dogs could tell when people were sad, and this seemed to be proof. The little dog hopped off of Atticus’ knees and pranced right over to the feet of the unknown sobbing boy. She proceeded to stand on her back legs and place her front paws on his shin. She stared up at him with happy little eyes that seemed to almost beg him to stop crying, and her tell wagged back and forth in a happy manner. Leave it to Atticus’ dog to be better at social interaction than he was.
Now it was Atticus’ turn to act. He stood up and walked over to the boy, a frown still upon his face, but a sad frown…not an angry frown. Atticus could not bear to look at the sobbing boy, it hurt his chest far too much, so he focused his gaze on the ground and blushed faintly with embarrassment. “I…I am sorry. I did not mean to make you cry…” How was he supposed to apologize for this exactly? He had basically attacked this boy for no reason. What had he been thinking? Atticus shifted his feet a bit in an uncomfortable manner as he clasped his hands in front of himself and continued to clench and unclench them. “I was just having a bad day…and you just happened to be here when I snapped. I am so sorry…please stop crying…” Atticus finally managed to look back up at the boy, his cheeks were still lightly flushed and he managed to give the sobbing individual a small smile.
“I mean…you wouldn’t want to get that really cool Squirtle all covered in tears would you?” He dropped his gaze once more, finding the sidewalk extremely interesting at the moment. “Umm…he is my favorite Pokemon you know? Always has been…but like, Growlithe is pretty awesome too…” His voice sounded caring, and highly apologetic. Scout continued to paw at the boy’s leg as she peered up at him with tail wagging. Atticus just barely glanced up at the boy for a moment before dropping his gaze once more…for some reason he felt as though he was waiting to receive a beating from this guy now. After all, Atticus’ would not blame him if he did…what Atticus’ had done to him was absolutely horrible.
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Post by ANDERSON RICHARD COOK on Jan 30, 2011 14:30:22 GMT -8
The mean bench man had a cute puppy. It had been one of the things he'd notice, but hadn't really collected into his thoughts. Andy's sad looking eyes glanced down at the cute puppy. He'd always loved puppies and kitties. Small puppies were always his favorite, but his dad didn't really like small animals so they had a big dog. Andy had a bunny growing up but their dog had murdered that bunny. He didn't blame him though, his bunny didn't do anything. It just sort of sat there and smelled badly. Rory had warned him that bunnies didn't do anything, but he hadn't listened. He should have listened to his brother, he said they were just like mice. Rory used to have mice, but they were too smelly and their mom made him get rid of them. This puppy, the puppy that the meanie had was small and cute. Andy would have bent down to pat his tiny head if he wasn't afraid that this meanie head would be mean to him again.
It was almost painful to hold himself back from bending down to touch the top of the small doggy's head. It was so cute and it had jumped up a little on him. He liked how the dog wouldn't kill him by jumping on him, not like his dad's dog. Andy bit his lip hard, trying not to make this angry stranger any more angry. He didn't like being annoying, it was just the way he was. It was his fatal flaw. His frown deepened and continued to look out of place on his usually happy face. You could always tell when he was unhappy, it was truly the most obvious thing about the boy. The first thing anyone really noticed about Andy was his happy smile and his carefree looking face. When those two things were not present on his person, then something was clearly wrong.
Andy risked a look up at the mean, angry person. He was surprised to see that he was no longer mad, in fact he looked a little sorry... or something like that. The childish boy swallowed and shrugged a little, "It's okay." he said, forcing his usual happiness out into his sad voice. In all seriousness Andy wasn't hard to please, in fact he was pretty easy going, but his feelings were fragile with strangers. The good thing about Andy was that he never seemed to hold grudges. He always forgave and forgot, perhaps faster than he really should have. He had no spine what so ever, the only time he ever defended someone was when it was one of his friends. Andy sniffled a little and wiped his eyes on his doll a little."I understand, it's not a problem." he said tightening his grip on the blue stuffed turtle.
Andy returned the stranger, who didn't seem so mean after-all, 's smile. It was still painfully clear that he'd been crying, but he didn't mind. He was okay when he was ignorant to people's teasing. The boy always knew it happened, but it was okay, after all ignorance was bliss. Andy looked down at his squirtle, after loosening his grip on the poor thing. "I think he's used to it." Andy offered him, sounding a little more cheerful than before. He silently listened to what the other boy had to say, noticing that when he was talkative conversations went better. "Squirtle is the best ever. He's so cool." He said a little more loudly than how he'd been speaking before, "And Growlithe is okay, not at super cool as Ditto or... or... Charmander." he added nodding a little.
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Post by ATTICUS AMORY CHOPIN on Jan 30, 2011 16:38:34 GMT -8
stop there and let me correct it ,
i wanna live a life from a new perspective It was nerve racking to watch the boy stare at him with tears still seeping from his eyes. For some reason people crying never exactly settled well with Atticus, his heart always ached and he would go about anything in an attempt to make the tears stop. He dropped his gaze once more down to where Scout was continuously pawing at the younger boy’s leg. Atticus clasped his hands together and wringed them out in a nervous manner. As long as he focused on his little Scout, he would be perfectly fine.
Then the boy spoke and Atticus felt a sudden wave of relief rush over him. He managed to look back up at the boy and felt one of those wonderfully sweet smiles of his slip onto his lips. Atticus unclasped his hands and let them find rest within the pockets of his jeans before he released a sigh. “Oh good…thank you for forgiving me. That was completely not normal of me. I mean…I am typically not THAT mean.” Atticus heard a soft whimper and he glanced down. Scout was now bouncing up and down, almost trying to climb up the boy’s leg. Atticus could not help but let his smile burst into a full on grin. He had only recently bought Scout, and already he adored her so much. Atticus knelt down and gently scooped Scout up into his arms. He held her close to his chest and leaned his head down, gently rubbing his nose on the top of her head before looking back to the unnamed boy. “Ermm and yeah, Charmander is pretty awesome, but Ditto seems to be bit confused. Like…he doesn’t seem to be happy with who he is. It is kind of sad.” Atticus gave the boy another big smile. ”Oh…and I guess it is a little rude of me to not introduce myself. Umm my name is Atticus, and this pretty girl in my arms is Scout.”
Scout seemed to perk up a bit as she heard her name, and her gaze darted up to Atticus before falling back to the boy standing in front of them. Her tail began wagging even faster. Atticus looked down at her out of curiosity. “Well would you look at that…it seems like she likes you.” He continued to stare at Scout as he spoke once more, “I was lucky to find her. I was volunteering at the animal shelter and someone brought her in…I didn’t understand how someone could give away such a sweet puppy. I took a liking to her almost immediately.” He gently petted her back as he let his gaze drift back up to the boy. “Sorry…I tend to ramble on about stuff I like.” Atticus took this moment to glance around at the passing people. He had seemed to have forgotten they were in public, and he could only hope that not too many people had seen the scene that had just occurred between himself and this boy.
Atticus then looked to the boy, “Umm…would you perhaps like to walk with me? I think I have sat for long enough, but I am still not ready to go back home…” He frowned slightly at the thought of returning home before quickly shaking his head as if to clear it. He began smiling once more. Atticus then gently held Scout out to the boy. “If you would like to I could also let you carry Scout…” As she was held closer to this new boy her tail began wagging even faster. She seemed to absolutely adore this boy…she was acting like she had when she had first seen Atticus. This fact surprised Atticus since typically Scout was quite the calm dog around new people. Atticus shook this shock off before giving the boy one of his sweetest smiles while he waited for the answer. Why Atticus had decided to spend some more time with this boy was beyond him, but it seemed that Scout had been the deciding factor in the matter.
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Post by ANDERSON RICHARD COOK on Feb 1, 2011 19:08:46 GMT -8
Andy smiled widely, "It's okay. It happens sometimes. People can be mean, but they don't mean it. People are funny that way." he said, his smile managing to grow even more. The boy was beginning to get back to normal, he was bouncing slightly, as he did so. It was the way Andy was, always bouncing around, always hyper, he was after all, sort of like a jumping bean. Andy looked down at his new friend's puppy, it really was a cute puppy. He looked up just in time to hear what he was saying now. "NO! He just liked to play dress up. Dress up is fun so it's okay." Andy pouted a little bit, his smile returned once again, as if the lower half of his face was bipolar. "My name isss Anderson, but Anderson is boring and mommy only calls me that when she thinks I'm being annoying. And this is Squirtle." he said nodding a little, and motioning to his doll. "I like both of your names, and Scout is really cute."
Andy gazed down and looked at the puppy in complete wonder, the expression on his face was one of childish delight. "YAY. I like her too. She looks reallllllllllly fluffy, and cuddly." He listened quietly to what the other party had to say, biting his lip to keep from speaking. He had a really bad habit of speaking when others were talking. It was another thing that really bugged his parents. He tried really hard not to, but sometimes he just got so excited that he couldn't help himself. Andy smiled sweetly at Atticus, "I do too, but my brother, Rory, just tells me to shut up." he said nodding a little, "but it's okay." he added.
The hyper boy nodded his head vigorously. "YES!" he said a little too enthusiastically. He remembered something that Rory'd told him about yelling at people. "I mean, yes. I'd like it. I can't go home either. My mommy thinks I'm annoyed today." he said nodding slowly. He was glad that his mom had a gentle way of putting it. He knew that other kids weren't so lucky. Andy looked at him, Scout, and then squirtle. He bit his lip hard. "Okay. You can hold Squirtle." Andy held out his blue pokemon to his new friend and took the puppy that was offered to him.
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