Ripped Jeans -open-
Sept 3, 2010 11:04:30 GMT -5
Post by Ann Hudgins on Sept 3, 2010 11:04:30 GMT -5
"Of course." Ann agreed with a small tittering laugh. It was obviously something she hadn't used in a while and she cut it off prematurely and cleared her throat with a surprised chuckle. A new friend and genuine laughter? Ok, their was something wrong about to happen. That was just too good. She wished she could stop being wound so tightly about this, but she was walking across ice here (at least she thought she was) and she had no idea if she was about to break through it or not. She wanted to constantly back up several steps even though there wasn't a need for it. Ann was never one to be paranoid, but she knew she was definitely being it now.
Ann was pretty glad Devin decided not to tell her she was kidding, because Devin was right, Ann would know when she was kidding, or being insincere, or had a question, or was nervous, and all those other billions of things she could be. Ann would always know, until she found out how to turn it off. Ann would hate to have to keep saying 'I know' every time Devin or another friend (God willing) made a joke like that. And Ann was also, once upon a time, a smart ass just like every other thirteen year old girl out there. She knew the tones and the body language that represented sarcasm, even if it had been a while, it was all coming back to her now. Slowly, in bits and pieces.
As they arrived at the food court, and looked around for the ice cream place, and upon seeing a Dairy Queen and a Baskin Robins, she glanced between the both of them wondering which was the better choice. "Which one, Dairy Queen, or Baskin Robins?" She wasn't really sure which on could quell her oreo ice cream fix that she needed.
Ann was pretty glad Devin decided not to tell her she was kidding, because Devin was right, Ann would know when she was kidding, or being insincere, or had a question, or was nervous, and all those other billions of things she could be. Ann would always know, until she found out how to turn it off. Ann would hate to have to keep saying 'I know' every time Devin or another friend (God willing) made a joke like that. And Ann was also, once upon a time, a smart ass just like every other thirteen year old girl out there. She knew the tones and the body language that represented sarcasm, even if it had been a while, it was all coming back to her now. Slowly, in bits and pieces.
As they arrived at the food court, and looked around for the ice cream place, and upon seeing a Dairy Queen and a Baskin Robins, she glanced between the both of them wondering which was the better choice. "Which one, Dairy Queen, or Baskin Robins?" She wasn't really sure which on could quell her oreo ice cream fix that she needed.