Junk Food Craving [Rush]

[Nikki Redmond]

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[/size]t was amazing how many different flavours of potato chips these no-name people could come up with. Salt & Vinegar Lays were on display next to no-name brand General Tao's Chicken, and Buffalo Wings & Blue Cheese. She had to hand it to them, they sure were creative.

She felt compelled to try one of these interesting flavours, but at the moment, she was craving her favourite; Salt & Vinegar, so she passed by the original ones and went for the safe choice. She was so predictable. Shoving the bag under her arm, along with a bag of Regular Nature, for good measure, she picked up a two-litre bottle of Coke on her way to the check-out. The cashier gave her a weird look as she approached; what was this stick figure doing with such unhealthy food, and how did she manage to digest it without inflating? She was used to that look, but it bothered her just as much every time she received it, and this one, she returned with a rather rude look back at the shop attendant, as she spun around and went back to the aisles.

What the hell had she been doing, picking up regular Lays instead of Ruffles? Something was clearly wrong with her, and she quickly rectified her small mishap by replacing her regular chips with those of the wavy variety, and sauntered along towards the dips. What kind would she have today? Cheese or onion? Onion or dill? So many choices to consider, she would likely be there for hours. Everybody knew that Nikki Redmond was indecisive.
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[willy RUSH]

I’m not going to steal anything. Get off my tip. Releasing a short breath, the figure averted his attention from the cashier and onto the possible purchases that laid before him. As many times as he’d been within the store, the raven haired male still received not an ounce of respect from the manager. Perhaps this laid within the fact that he’d stopped by at close to midnight and the small man was scared out of his wits for William double him in size? Nah, couldn’t be. W Rush was quite sure that the cashier only suspected him of thievery because he was a teenager, which ticked him off just a bit. He paused mid-aisle and contemplated momentarily on whether or not to stuff a trivial packet of gum in his pocket just to spite the idiot. Evidently he decided against it though, Rush had been brought up with better morals.

Now what was it that he’d come in here for? Honestly, he’d completely forgotten and now here he stood with his hands rendered in his pockets and eyes not exactly on the choices that were sprawled out before him. “Redmond!” the title escaped his lips without much thought as his palms immediately ejected. Arms spread out for a hug, Rush’s features immediately lit up with a smile and suddenly he’d remembered what he came from. Following her eye toward the potato chips, he managed to snicker for a short moment while pulling Nicole into a tight embrace.

“What are you going out of bed so late?” His gaze lingered on a clock above the cashier who was still eyeing him suspiciously. It was midnight on the money, which meant he was missing the latest episode of his Heroes marathon. Though it wasn’t quite a school night, Rush was actually surprised to find that others lurked the general store at such an hour. Originally, he’d believed that it was just him. William managed to lean forward an snatch a bag of barbeque chips off of the shelf and gestured toward it, immediately giving his own reasoning behind being caught in Johnson’s.

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[/size]ushie-pooh!" she exclaimed as she writhed free of her bonds within her best friend's arms. Spinning around suddenly to look at him, she smiled up at him with a twinkle in her eye that could mean nothing other than the fact that she was about to say something sarcastic and potentially offensive, and she, herself, would find it hilarious no matter what anybody else thought. "Oh, you know, just thought I'd see how much I could get standing out on street corners. The usual," she half-laughed, slowly making her way back towards the check-out.

"But seriously, though, I had a late-night craving while I was watching TV, and we didn't have any junk food. So, here I am." she admitted in a "sue-me-for-being-a-pig" sort of way, now stepping with one foot directly in front of the other, making quite a show of tripping over her feet and almost falling on multiple occasions. Skipping along towards the cash, she tossed her chips, dip (she had finally decided on onion), and coke onto the counter, and deftly snatched Rush's chips out of his hands before he could stop her, setting it down next to her purchases and swiftly pulling out her wallet and paying for the lot of it. "You'll find some way to repay me," she teased, smirking mischievously in sugh a way that suggested she might be talking about something other than him getting the next one.

She slid her arm around his waist and began to walk bouncily towards the door, clearly trying to get him to march in step with her, as she was constantly stopping and starting again when he started using the wrong feet.
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[willy RUSH]

“Never again,” he spoke in reference to the way she’d greeted him, honestly astounded that the title escaped her mind and made a run for it mid-air. He appreciated the excitement though. But wow, Rushy-pooh? That was almost as bad as little Willy. Actually, it was worse. William visibly cringed as the nickname rolled off of her tongue; however, he covered it all up with a short chuckle. Still waiting for that answer, he fished a hand into the pocket of his plaid pajama pants for the wad of cash that he’d stowed away before slipping from his house. No seriously bills lay within his pockets, just a few ones and fives; what he thought would be necessary if he couldn’t come to a quick decision or suddenly came down with another craving whilst within the establishment. Upon realizing that he was indeed standing in public in pajamas, Rush offered up a child-like grin in order to hide his slight embarrassment.

Honestly, he felt like he was in Wal-mart at the current point in time, for it was almost impossible to enter within it’s confines and exit without bumping into someone. Not that he wasn’t happy to see Nikki, but was William prepared? From the looks of his plaid pajamas – which happened to be extremely comfortable – and well worn basketball t-shirt, the answer to that one was no. The male may not have been at his best, but he wasn’t at his worst either. And that was all that mattered, wasn’t it?

He cued an eyebrow at her explanation, and then blatantly allowed for his eyes to wonder across her clothing. “Not much, eh?” a chuckle danced through but was cut short as Redmond stole his chips out of his grasp. For a mere moment, the raven haired figure found himself at a loss. Didn’t she know that it was never appropriate to play with a man’s chips – especially if they were barbeque? Evidently not, but as long as she was paying, he felt it necessary to toss a pack of gum onto the counter. A sly grin accompanied the somersault within his eye as William bumped her out of the way and held out a few bills to the cashier. He would have never been able to let her just pay for everything, he’d been brought up on higher morals and plus, he needed to purchase something in order to scorn the damned worker who’d focused so hard on boring his eyes through the back of his head. “Looks like you’ll be the one who needs to start being creative. The junk that you’re about to eat just cost me six bucks!” RUSH spoke as if the amount was immense, his eyes even widen as his pitch peaked.

Stealing away the receipt, the male grabbed hold of the bag as Nikki steered him through the exit. Laughing as if he were six again, his hues concentrated on her footsteps as he tried to fall into step along side her. His legs were much longer, however, and for every step he took, Nicole needed two. Perhaps he was just exaggerating his lithe movements, the midnight rush (hahahaha) kicking in. After what seemed like five minutes, once they were in the middle of the parking lot, Rush finally began to get the hang of it. Another breezy laugh escaped his lips as he allowed for his arm to fall off of her shoulders and tag up on his keys. “You should come over, watch Heroes with me. Well, unless you were watching something better…” William Washington paused momentarily, allowing her a chance to interject, “But what’s better than chillin’ with Rush, eh?” Only kidding, he steered the two to Nicole’s easily recognizable ____________.

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[/size]he smirked playfully at him as he warned her about her newly-created pet name for him. "Aww, but it suits you soooo well!" she assured him as they walked towards the cash, and despite her exclamation of random sentence fragments in protest, she was not able to pay. She admitted defeat with an immature stomp of both feet and brandishing of one fist, before leading him towards the door. "Noo, I was paying!" she whined defiantly. "And if you were really worried about your six bucks, you would have let me."

It was only then that she realized his attire, and she looked him up and down, halfway between amusement and approval. "Trying to start a trend, Rush? I like it." she teased, stepping into the driver's seat of her Echo. "Anyways, Heroes sounds great. Besides, nothing beats chillin' with Rush. You know I love you." As she started up the engine and began to drive along the well-memorized route to Rush's house. Nikki couldn't see him, but she knew he was smiling. He was always smiling. That was something she loved about him.

She couldn't help but smile to herself, as well. He made her smile. The thought that she was about to be at his house, curled up with him on his couch, made her smile. This was how it always happened; whenever she was with Rush, she went into a strange, overly excited state of mind, practically throwing herself at him, and as soon as she left, she wanted to kick herself for being so pathetic. Why did he have such a total power over her? Oh, of course, because she was in love with him.

"So who's home at your place?" Her mind was wandering to places it probably should not have been wandering, especially while she was driving, but she couldn't help it. She was a lovestruck teenager, and could therefore not be held resposible for the inappropriate travels made by her mind. Of course, the question could be perfectly innocent. It wasn't, but it could be.
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[willy RUSH]

“Rushy-pooh?” a quizzical brow shot up as the male’s mind pondered on her latest statement. Unable to come up with anything on his own, he felt it necessary to ask; “And how does that suit me? Do… I smell funny or something?” Before the words had reached the tip of his tongue, Rush was already chuckling. He was quite sure in his phone that no retched stench escaped his being; if one had then why would he always find Nicole within his arms? Understandable logic, was it not? Still, William did still a moment to inconspicuously sniff the air around him. Happy with the results, his left brow returned to its original placement upon his forehead.

Willy held his arms loosely around Nicole’s shoulders as they continued toward her pinto. The general store bag continued to sway to and fro before them, its quaint rustle the only immediate sound that accompanied their brief silence. Resting his chin on the crook between her shoulder and neck Rush just emitted another short laugh. “Do you honestly believe that I’m upset over those six dollars? If I was, I probably would have let you pay,” but the fact was that he’d never be. Junior, although brought up with quite a load, wasn’t one who was extremely attached to riches. Call it good parenting, if you will. He figured that Redmond knew as much, which may have persuaded her to make an offer to pay in the first place. But he was aware that she was much better than that.

“Thought you would,” playfulness etched in his tone, William eventually let go and traveled around the car. He stole into the passenger’s side, the seat already fitting his rear in a way that was similar to perfection. “I wore them just for you. Would you believe me if I said that these were the ones you got for me that one Christmas?” He couldn’t quite place the year, but was sure that the pj’s were a gift from Nicole. Or perhaps they were from Peru? He couldn’t quite recall but figured he was about right with believing it was Nikki. As she pulled from the parking lot, he played with the dial on her radio, “What were you watching at your house anyway?”

A single song was permitted to play over the time-span it took to reach his home. Unfortunately for Nicole it’d been ‘Doesn’t Matter’ by an artist that she wasn’t quite too fond of. Singing along with the tune in his best imitation at Akon’s irritating voice, Rush adjusted himself in his seat, directing the song toward her. “But it don't matter no, cause I got you babe…” finishing he shook his head solemnly, “he owes Sonny and Cher for that last line. But anyway, Sarah is. I wouldn’t let her go to that sleep over, she wanted to crash.” Her grin slowly diminished as his mind traveled back onto the events of earlier that evening. Honestly, it was the first time that he’d ever argued with the seven year old, but it wouldn’t be the last. What else had she expected when she announced ‘Ashley’s brother does pot’ last week? Perhaps she was too young to understand, but after making a statement such as, at dinner and then asking to sleep over at Ashley’s house just didn’t mix. Not in William’s head at least and that was all that mattered.

He was out of the vehicle within a short second, keys already within his palm.

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[/size]ait a second- how, exactly, did it suit him? He wasn't supposed to ask that! He was just supposed to accept the fact that she was going to call him by an embarassing nickname, and they would get on with their lives! This was all wrong. But now she had to justify calling him something that she had honestly just called him because she felt like it. "Noo, not because you smell funny, because you're my Pooh-bear!" The response was so innocent and believable that Nikki almost convinced herself that it was true as the words flowed off her tongue. Suddenly, a new idea hit her. "Oh my god! I should call you Willie the Pooh ffrom now on!"

She laughed to herself as she pulled up to his house, knowing that he probably liked that one even less than he liked 'Rushie-pooh', and quite frankly, she didn't blame him. It was a horribly embarassing nickname; the sort that newly-married couples use on each other when they're pretending there isn't a camera crew following them around, ready to make a hilarious sit-com out of their inexplicably accurate depiction of newly-married couples calling each other horribly embarassing nicknames. Like Pookie. Except worse, because they weren't a newly-married couple; she was just mean like that. "Rush, you and I both know that you would never have let me pay. You're just too damn much of a gentleman! Remember that one time when I was allegedly treating you to an ice cream cone? Remember how well that worked out?"

She looked at his clothing again, making sure that they were, in fact, the ones that she had gotten him for Christmas and he wasn't just being odd, and wrong. "Of course I would. I have amazing taste in bad pajama bottoms." she said in a matter-of-fact tone, looking at his face briefly before returning her eyes to the road. "Nobody else could have picked out such sexy pajama bottoms for you. Nobody." she added confidently, seeming rather pleased with herself.

She laughed as he sang at her, tauntingly. She wouldn't tell him that this happened to be the only song by Akon that she liked. She wouldn't spoil his fun. She only laughed, and as she turned the car off, she turned and looked at him. "It isn't as if people think he actually thought of that line himself, though. I mean, 'I got you babe' is a pretty well-known song, even among younger people. Hell, I bet even Sarah knows what it is." It was true. Nikki had yet to meet a person who did not know who Sonny and Cher were, or what 'I got you babe' was. "I don't blame you for not letting her go. In fact, I admire your calmness in the situation," she said, stepping out of the car. "You know me, I'd have gone cut-throat-bitch on her ass. Like 'EAURAAAH! NO! YOU CANNOT GO TO THAT SLEEPOVER! THERE WILL BE DRUGS AND PEER PRESSURE AND YOU WILL BE SCARRED FOR LIFE! NO! DON'T GO! JUST SIT IN YOUR ROOM AND READ QUIETLY!'" she exclaimed in a toned down, but uncannily accurate impression of herself when she was particularly angry. "And don't even laugh, because you know that's exactly what I'd do."
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[willy RUSH]

God. He’d just set himself up for that one. Willie the Pooh!?! Was she purposely trying to get under his skin with these little nicknames? The ones dancing off of her tongue were far worse then what his mother had tagged him as when he was just a wee lad. Unable to even draw the names back up within his own mind in, fear of his cheeks adopting a red tinge, Willy just let it be, a dull smirk upon his features. “Fine. Call me that if you want, I’ll think up something equally embarrassing for you. Just you wait.” He wagged what he supposed was a threatening finger in the air as he spoke, the gears within the back of his mind already grinding; working on something that every moment.

“Since when has being a gentlemen become a bad thing, Nicole?” rolling his eye, Rush did indeed recall what happened last summer. Somehow, he ended up getting two slabs of ice cream pinned to the front of his shirt, the cones sitting from where his nipples should have been. For about five minutes, he appeared to be some type of erotic dancer who was just walking the streets for the kicks, As far as the raven haired male was concerned though, it all resulted in a great time. He’d never forget the day and well, he’d ended up paying for the two lost cones and the following two that Nikki and himself did end up devouring.

William was quite proud of himself for getting the facts right, but didn’t make a show of it. Instead, he just was studying Redmond’s profile as she spoke. “Nobody,” he repeated, watching her side profile with admiration. After a moment Rush finally averted his eye. “Did I ever say thanks? If not thanks. These are my favorite and only pair of pajama bottoms.” And of course, this was true for it was a rare day in which Rush actually found a reason to lie. Generally he slept in basketball shorts and relaying the aforementioned information is what he imagined inspired Nikki to get him the bottoms in the first place.

“True, true.” He nodded shortly as he slid a key into the door and allowed for the female to enter first. “Sarah is an exception to most though, she grew up with a music fanatic. If she didn’t know who they were it’d be my fault.” The keys were placed on a ring not too far away from the door. Rush made a show of setting the alarm before starting off toward his living room. No questioned existed over whether or not the male had been a fool enough to leave his television on, for Hayden Patsdklfjdsf’s voice greeted them as they stepped foot within the foyer. Though she’d told him not to, William couldn’t help it. He found himself in hysterics as she demonstrated her reaction which wasn’t too much unlike his own. “If you could have only seen me, Nicole, you would have been pride. I think I scared her a little. Should I feel bad?” laughing at the question, he swung the plastic bag onto an end table and plopped himself down onto his couch.

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[/size]ice try, Rushie-pooh.

There was no way he could come up with a nickname as embarassing as Rushie-pooh or Willie the Pooh. That was about as embarassing as it got, and everybody knew that Nicole Redmond was the queen of not being embarassed by extremely embarassing nicknames. Even if he thought of something, he wouldn't get the same, oh-so-satisfying joy that comes from knowing you have just humiliated somebody with a hilariously fitting nickname. Nobody had ever gotten that joy from Nikki.

"Well, it's not a bad thing to be a gentleman, it's just bloody annoying when every time I try to do something nice for you, you always seem to think that it's required of you to do something nice for me, and then it looks like I just did it because I knew you were going to do something nice for me afterwards!" she exclaimed dramatically, realizing all the while that she was overthinking things, as always. Her life was a game of chess- she always looked twenty moves ahead even though nobody else was playing the same game as her. This often caused her to seem paranoid, but Rush knew her well enough to know that that was just the way she was. And that was one of the many things she loved about him.

And there he went again, being overly polite and thanking her for stuff that happened months ago. She had never actually witnessed Rush being rude, and for some reason, it didn't bother her that much. Normally, people who were polite like that bugged the shit out of her because she always thought they were spoiled rich kids who thought they were better than everybody else and were always trying to show people up- maybe it was the fact that Nikki knew for sure that Rush was neither spoiled nor rich, that made it so that she wasn't bothered by his good manners (even if it did make her feel a little self-conscious or indecent when she was rude in his presence).

She heard Hayden Panettiere speaking as they entered his house, and it immediately occured to her that the episode had not waited them to get back before it started, like it was supposed to! It deserved a good spanking. Sauntering over to the couch in a most show-like fashion, she dove dramatically onto it and directed her attention to the screen as if hypnotized for a moment, as a finishing gesture, before returning to her normal state of being and looking back at her friend. "Oh yes, I'm sure I would have been. Which is exactly why I am not the person you should be talking to about remorse. I don't feel it, remember? Anyways, come. Watch."
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[willy RUSH]

dudeee. I have to run to the store. Work with this. =3

“Wait… you don’t?” Rush laughed aloud as the words slip from his lips. At the same moment, he slid a couple inches away for those words would be sure to result in some sort of hit – if she was tempted to hit him that is. Out of all of his days of knowing Nikki, she’d yet to come at him violently. Well, that was with the exception of the day they first met and she quite literally lunged at his throat because he’d questioned about her general help. How could he not have? The woman had her head down upon her desk and from the side it was clear that her cheeks were of a deep crimson color. However, despite the initial reaction toward the other, they were friends and a close friend of Miss Redmond’s, Rush was already positive that she would not use him. In other words, he already knew that she wasn’t being nice so that he’d be generous in return. If she was; the female was a brilliant actress.

He nodded his head though, taking everything in, “Fine. If that’s the way you feel, then I’ll stop with the chivalry when around you. Deal?” This could only go one of two ways. Either Rush would have to actually stop his gentleman-like behavior around Nicole in order to avoid breaking a promise, or he’d just have to break the promise and continue on as he was. Here they were, not even intense lovers and he was ready to change himself, for the male would never break a promise. Then again, he hadn’t necessarily promised…

Adjusting to an appropriate comfort level, Will propped his sock-donned feet up onto the living room table and laid his arm around the back of the couch. “For the record, I need a run down. I’ve only seen the first three episodes and that was,” a dramatic pause ensued and he avoided eye contact; shame drawing into his cheeks, “earlier tonight.” After a moment, he laughed, unable to understand even himself. Why was he suddenly embarrassed for not having seen this hit show? Generally, William wasn’t the type to so easily adorn a trace of mortification – perhaps this was too strong of a term - but tonight he had. People changed, so this was no biggie. Was it? He laid the small groceror's bag between them and turned to Nicole.

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[/size]h no. He had figured her out! And she had gone all this time thinking that she had been so convincing in her well-thought-out "I'm not doing this just because I know you'll do something for me afterwards" act! She thought she had him fooled! Now he was onto her and she would never indulge in his gentlemanly chivalry again! He was going to shun her for being such a horrible person and she would never be able to confess her undying love for him and he would get a girlfriend and get married and move to a little house in the country with two children named Nathaniel and Kierkegard and have hot, steamy sex with his beautiful wife every morning and early afternoon while their children were at daycare because they were supposed to be going to work but were actually using the time to make passionate love to each other on a regular basis and he would never speak to Nikki again and-

But seriously. Nikki wasn't at all affected by his comment; she had been absolutely ready for it, having received very similar compliments many, many times in her life. Still, she dramatically brought her hands to her chest, where her heart would be if it hadn't frozen into nothingness as she progressed in her bitchyness over the last few years and threw herself backwards as if struck by some sort of traumatic blow to her ego. "Rush," she breathed in a raspy, uncannily convincing immitation of a gravely ill woman speaking her last words. Her speech continued with an odd, Nikki-esque humour that was not justified by what would otherwise be considered seriousness and tension in her tone of voice. "Rush. You killed me. You seriously damaged my self esteem. Why'd'ya always have to do that to me, man? I was just about to ingest two huge bags of chips and not gain a pound. You're really cramping my style, bro."

Wait! No! He couldn't actually stop being a gentleman! Rush not being freakishly polite was like... it was like Nikki not being a cold-hearted bitch! It just didn't happen! Immediately regaining control over her voice, she sat up and looked into his eyes with a worried expression. "No! NO, Rushie-pooh! You can't stop with the chivalry! The chivalry is my baby!" she exclaimed frantically, throwing her arms around his shoulders for effect, which she then used as leverage as she crawled over him to fish in the grocery bag for her chips, continuing to speak as she made quite a bit of noise moving the aluminum bags around. "So anyways, this is a rerun, so you only missed a couple of episodes, um- AHA!" she cut herself off, arm emerging triumphantly with a bag of salt and vinegar chips. "You should be able to follow along for the most part."

As she sat up, holding the bag in her hand, she realized that she had found herself in his lap, completely squishing his personal bubble into a puddle of nothingness, as she normally did with her friends. Seeing this as an opportunity to have some fun, as being as hyper as she was required her to do, she set the bag on the coffee table, sat sideways on his legs, and pulled her knees towards her chest, throwing her arms around his neck and leaning backwards slightly so that she rocked back and forth playfully. "SO! I want a puppy, and a pony, AND a palace!" she said, staring at him with wide, hopeful eyes.
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“Bro?” William almost choked as a split second’s worth of barbeque flavoring rushed down his throat. Who could have blamed him though – the girl had just called him bro. He pondered momentarily on any hidden meaning that could have laced the turn, but was unable to actually come up with anything because of the humor he spotted almost immediately. The word was out of place – it belonged more on the beaches of California then within his living room. Shifting in his seat, Will balanced his chips on the arm of the sofa before leaning forward toward the remote that laid on the coffee table, beside his socked feet. He proceeded to stick his forefinger into a center button and the time popped up; only one thirty.

Cringing at the nickname once more, Rush tossed the control to the small space between them, before letting out a loose laugh. “Come on Nicole, make up your mind,” his gaze averted from the flat screen before them and onto the girl at his side. “I could be what you want, if you’d just tell me what that is.” The man had a point, didn’t he? She wanted him to quit with the chivalrous acts; however didn’t want for William to change. He figured that she wanted to be treated like that of a Princess – or queen rather – but also wanted people to know that she could indeed handle herself. Females such as Miss Redmond were so complicated when it came to a boy like him; one that wouldn’t treat her like a jerk no matter the case. All the same, it was this independent trait that had caught his attention in the beginning.

He would have said more, but once her bare hands met his skin, he froze. Completely caught off guard, Rush found himself momentarily crumpled underneath her body; however this was only for a split second – if even that much. In a flash, once he’d regained his composure, the emerald eyed senior wrapped his arms around Nicole’s waist and assisted in levering her over his shoulder. Rush titled her a bit too close to the edge ( she wasn’t the only one who could go for dramatic effect ) to give the illusion that he’d allow her to hit her head, then pulled back once she retrieved whatever it was – probably chips – that she’d been looking for.

“Good.” A matter-of-fact nod ensued as he turned his attention back toward the tube while pulling Nicole into his lap. He absentmindedly stole one of her chips, because his where too far away, while his hues danced upon the features of Hayden Panettiere with extreme interest. Heh, if only she hadn’t been blonde. Well, not that much could have happened anyway. Resisting the urge to sigh, Rush couldn’t help but concentrate on the child within his grips. He attempted to emit a jolly laugh and dropped one of his arms from around her to allow more rocking space. “I’ll see what I can do, but let me warn you: Ole Saint Rush ain’t what he used to be.”


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[/size]es! Bro! what are you gonna do about it?

"Well, I already used 'man'. So I had to decide whether I would rather you be 'bro' or 'dude'. And 'bro' just seemed to fit better. Like durr, Rushie-pooh."

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