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[hallefuckinlujah]

[Cross is on his bed propped against generous pillows on the wall, reading a book. An old, weary, leatherbound book. One that looks one of a kind, really.]

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[sillyrabitricks.livejournal.com]

*walking in from being out for the day, grumbling and looking at a book in his hand with distaste*

Am I really left with nothing to read but Breaking Daw--

*unusual book spotted*

[hallefuckinlujah]

[IN THE ZONE]

[sillyrabitricks.livejournal.com]

*I AM EYERAKING............your book. Tilting head one way, then the other. Then walking to his bed and craning his neck to see what's written inside without going over*

[hallefuckinlujah]

[it is HANDWRITTEN. How sexy is that?

Looks up]

Yo, Bookman Junior.

[sillyrabitricks.livejournal.com]

Yo, General Cross!

*I should really leave him alone and let him read!*





So whatcha reading huh?

*leaning over to get a look now*

[hallefuckinlujah]

Autobiography.

[which he closes in his hand when Rabi gets just close enough]

[sillyrabitricks.livejournal.com]

Whose?

[hallefuckinlujah]

An old serial killer's. Pretty interesting.

[sillyrabitricks.livejournal.com]

Sounds like it.

Although I can think of other autobiographies I rather read.

[hallefuckinlujah]

Hah. Still trying to find out why it was banned.

[sillyrabitricks.livejournal.com]

...it was banned?

*reaching for book*

I read faster, let me have a go.

[hallefuckinlujah]

[holds it out of reach]

Get your own book.

[sillyrabitricks.livejournal.com]

I read all the good ones!

*reaching for it again*

Besides you have lots of other things to do besides read!

[hallefuckinlujah]

[keep-away, keep-away]

Yeah? Like what?

[sillyrabitricks.livejournal.com]

Like hit on women and drink alcohol like you usually do when I look for you.

*DX NOT GIVING UP it looks more like flailing than anything else now*

Can I read when you're DONE at least?

[hallefuckinlujah]

I'm reading now.

[SMACKS UPSIDE HEAD with free hand] Not if you're being whiny about it!

[sillyrabitricks.livejournal.com]

OW.

...

...

*sits on his bed and crosses his arms, grumbling and sulking. Very mature*

Fine. I have stuff from OUTER SPACE anyway that's way better.

[hallefuckinlujah]

[opens book again, kicks at him]

Oi, how old are you? Shut up already. I'm sure whatever book you have will do you for a while.

[sillyrabitricks.livejournal.com]

...

...

*opens a random page*

I briefly contemplated my issues with words like fiancé, wedding, husband, etc. I just couldn’t put it together in my head. On the one hand, I had been raised to cringe at the very thought of poofy white dresses and bouquets. But more than that, I just couldn’t reconcile a staid, respectable, dull concept like husband with my concept of Edward. It was like casting an archangel as an accountant; I couldn’t visualize him in any commonplace role.

[hallefuckinlujah]

..............

[sillyrabitricks.livejournal.com]

*FLIPS TO ANOTHER PAGE*

Charlie, I realize that I’ve gone about this out of order. Traditionally, I should have asked you first. I mean no disrespect, but since Bella has already said yes and I don’t want to diminish her choice in the matter, instead of asking you for her hand, I’m asking for your blessing. We’re getting married, Charlie. I love her more than anything in the world, more than my own life, and – by some miracle – she loves me that way, too. Will you give us your blessing?

[hallefuckinlujah]

Would you shut up already? What kind of crap did you bring into this house?

[sillyrabitricks.livejournal.com]

The worst kind.

[hallefuckinlujah]

Go read it outside.

[sillyrabitricks.livejournal.com]

...

*grabbing for the book again but it is more like a flying leap*

GENERAL CROSS HAVE PITY ON A BOOKMAN