ONE SHORT DAY AND THERE'S SO MUCH TO DO * tag: d&c

[devan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more for as much as devan loved holidays and birthdays, he really really sucked at buying gifts. it wasn't that he didn't know who he was buying gifts for well or anything. in fact, most of the time, he knew them so well that if anyone else asked, he could name a list of things they wanted, how much they cost, where they could buy them, and whether or not the person they were buying for had something similar or not. but when it came to him getting them a gift, he tended to...overthink. he didn't want to buy them something they already had or something that seemed like anyone could have bought it. he wanted to buy them something special and unique. something they didn't have but would like, something that no one else would think of but him. something that whenever they looked at it, they would smile and think, yup. that's from devan ross. it had to be special to him and them - something they could bond over. for some people, it was easy. a shirt they wouldn't admit they wanted or a cd for a band they had been having a hard time getting a hold of. but for others, it wasn't so easy. and by 'others', he meant his niece. audrey was ridiculously hard to shop for. maybe it was because asher already had a lot of what she wanted or maybe it was because he was too busy to spend enough time with her to figure out what she liked beyond what asher had put onto her thus far. whatever it was, while shopping for her for christmas, he had figured out that he really didn't know what to get her. what did one get a young child for christmas? it wasn't like she was into anything too particular. just the usual stuff children were into. he had ended up getting her a gift - a doll that when he looked at it, actually didn't freak him out. which was a miracle in itself. but audrey had plenty of dolls. tons of them. too many, actually, and asher had given him a look that clearly read, "are you fucking kidding me?" when audrey unwrapped his gift on christmas morning. and that didn't make devan feel....well like he usually did when giving a gift. it made him feel like he really, really sucked at buying gifts. like he didn't know his niece at all. so he was buying her a replacement gift. asher didn't know; audrey didn't know. no one in their family knew. but it was something he knew that he had to do. he couldn't leave his niece with a subpar gift. she'd get it into her head that her uncle devan was this lame guy who would buy her dolls for the rest of her life when she really wanted a tonka truck or an aaron carter cd or whatever it was that little girls wanted these days. he had to buy her something to make up for it. but this time, he wasn't going to do it alone. no, this time he had brought his secret weapon, another agent to help him track down the perfect gift. and he was not going to rest until he and his friend had found his niece something so amazing, so absolutely fantastic that she would love him more than asher for the rest of her life and his brother would live a life of constant envy. or at least so that she looked forward to opening uncle devan's presents every year. "thanks again for helping me out," devan said to cecelia as he sifted through some stuffed animals in a bin in the middle of toys r us. cecelia bombonati was someone he considered his secret weapon. young, adorable, and feisty, she was someone he figured would be perfect for helping him find something for his niece, who grew up with a father who was probably going to push her in that direction. plus, she was the first female to come to mind when devan needed someone to help him find something for another female, and she was willing to come out with him to help him be a better uncle. and that was really all that mattered. she'd keep him from buying something too stupid; she wouldn't be afraid to tell him. though he did feel bad - he hoped he wasn't dragging her away from something important like....well, whatever she did when he wasn't around. "it was really sweet. though i wouldn't have turned down an excuse to walk through toys r us either." he picked up a stuffed giraffe. "at least now i know where my secret santa this year shopped." yeah basically this is tagged for kit/cecelia and yup let's get this party S T A R T E D

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[celia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0, true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F1BBBA; border-top: 9px solid #A79C8E; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-family: georgia; color: #6B5344; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]i get by with a little help ;; from my friends

[atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F8ECC9; border-left: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-right: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-bottom: 5px solid #F1BBBA; color: #271A09] As far as that beloved older brother of Celia’s knew she was at school. She was in her classes getting that education that would help her go on to bigger and better things with her life than playing music on the street for cash. That one barely eighteen year old was being a good kid like her twin sister going to classes, getting good grades, and just all around being something that Gabe could be proud of. That was not, however, what Celia had been doing with her days since she had taken it into her own hands to drop out of high school and go and get her GED. Or well, get her GED once she had well and saved up enough money to do so. Which was half of the reason that she was playing music on the street, her guitar held tight to her body with her strap and her case opened for people to drop cash into as they seemed fit. The cool thing about living in a college town was that there were always students who walked by and appreciated what it was that she had to say with her lyrics. Most of what she did was covers, but some of the things that she played were her own songs. Nothing special, even if they were very much that to the Bombonati girl. This was what she had been doing, saving up for the GED fund when she had gotten the call from Devan. And as much as she did indeed love playing music on the streets, she loved spending time with her friend more than all of that. So it was a quick pack up of the cash –a whole forty five dollars go team- and then putting that guitar where it belonged before making her way to her car. With guitar well and packed inside it wasn’t all that much of a long drive before she was outside of the store. Eyes shifted to look at her reflection in the mirror and a light pout took over her lips as she angled that mirror so it was better facing her and she could straightened her hair, undoing the damage that the wind had done. She wasn’t every sure why she did things like this when she was about to see Devan, but, well, she just did. She didn’t much look into it because once that pandora’s box was open lord knew there would be no closing it. Celia was not the type of girl that dated, she was not the type of girl that really had much of anything to do with boys when it came to romance and the like, but hell, that didn’t mean that she wasn’t still a girl. The kind of creature that would get all kinds of giggly and stupid. With a quick shift out of the car and a locking of doors before tossing keys into her bad it didn’t take much searching before she found that boy making her way to his side as they started to meander the isles in search of a toy for his niece. Most of the time, it would make logical sense to having a girl like Cece come along and try to help make some sort of decision, but the truth of the matter was that she didn’t really know rids that well. She could easily buy hundreds of dollars in toys for a pet that each and every one would get played with, but kids were in no way as simple of a thing. They tended to have more of an opinion, and the older that they got the more, it seemed, they were want to voice said little opinions. Celia herself had been filled with a whole bunch of sass at a young age, as most little girls seemed to be now a days. “No problem man, but, if she hates it, I had nothing to do with picking it out,” she said before looking over with a teasing smile on her face. Dark eyes turned to look at the stuffed animal and the girl let out a bit of a laugh. “Well, ya know, where else are you supposed to get stuffed giraffes?” she questioned before tossing the panda she had in her hands back to the bin. “Alright, ya know, I think we’re going at this all wrong. Kids like, to do artsy stuff right? I mean, I liked to color and shit when I was short. So, maybe we could get her like some 3-D chalk or like, I dunno. Maybe that molding stuff that never dries out. I think I saw an infomercial about it. It looked pretty sweet.” Then she shrugged before walking away from him and towards the isle that held things more along the lines of arts and crafts than simple toy.

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[devan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more it was sad - pathetic really - how little he knew about his niece when he dedicated his life to defending her. he still remembered the day asher told him that he was going to be an uncle, the mixture of happiness, anger, and fear that he had felt at knowing that asher had knocked up his girlfriend. after that, he had sworn to drop the stupid party boy act that he'd had developed over the years. he swore to take care of asher and his niece the way that he hadn't been bothering to do before. he had let asher do so much stupid stuff - hell, he'd been doing stupid stuff before audrey came along. he wasn't going to do that anymore. he swore it. so he was there the night audrey was born. he was there for everything following - first words and steps and even the first stupid time she rolled over and he was as proud as an uncle could be over his only niece. but in spite of being there with her for everything...he didn't know her. so when cecelia mentioned kids and art he had to stop and think. did she do anything artsy? did she draw pictures or play with play-doh or even pretend she was painting a masterpiece when it was really a blob of paint on a very large piece of paper? he didn't know. he couldn't remember if asher's fridge was covered in her drawings or if it was still just a bunch of pictures and grocery lists. it was sad. he spent so much time in that house compared to his apartment that he really should know things like this. but he'd been so wrapped up in work since graduating that he really had no time to pay attention to those details. his mind was always with articles or at least on the pretty girl who worked just a few cubicles down. never on what audrey was doing. or saying. or what was on the fridge rather than what was in it. he may have been there with his brother and niece for most of the last four years, but he certainly hadn't been paying much attention. no wonder he was turning into such an awful uncle. he followed her in spite of this, though. when he was little, he used to do a lot of drawings and things as well, but he wasn't sure if that was normal for kids or not. his entire family had always had a more artistic streak and it wasn't uncommon even now to see him scribbling away at a piece of paper with some crayons. so audrey had that going for her. maybe she had picked up on the family's artistic past. but it helped to know that it was something cece had gone through, too. maybe it really was just in a child's nature to want to be expressive in any way possible, through any medium, and he hadn't been fueling that yet. it couldn't hurt to buy her some crayons or putty or clay. because even if she didn't use it, lord knows that he was always in need. "chalk sounds like a good idea," devan said, nodding in agreement as they reached the art aisle of the store. "probably better than markers or something because if she's anything like her dad or uncle for that matter, she'll end up drawing all over the walls with it." he reached out to tap on top of a bucket of chalk, fingers drumming against the hard plastic as he looked at everything else in the aisle. "maybe some crayons. what's that molding shit you were talking about? she could probably raise artistic hell with that." he looked over at his friend after that, tilting his head to the side slightly. he considered for a moment, thanking her again, though he figured he had said it enough. it just wasn't often that he had to ask favors of people; he didn't like it. and the fact that she was there, being helpful, without complaint? he could stand there and say thank you a thousand times and still not feel like it was enough. yeah basically this is tagged for kit/cecelia and i'm excited because CUTENESS. also sorry this sucked. yup.

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[celia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0, true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F1BBBA; border-top: 9px solid #A79C8E; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-family: georgia; color: #6B5344; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]i get by with a little help ;; from my friends

[atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F8ECC9; border-left: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-right: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-bottom: 5px solid #F1BBBA; color: #271A09] Celia had no clue if she was being any sort of help when it came to finding the little girl a gift. Truth of the matter was that she knew little no nothing about kids and even less about Devan’s niece who she herself had never met. Not that she would’ve known what to do with the little girl if she had met her anyway. Chances were that Celia would probably just sit there ten kinds of awkward while the little girl did whatever the hell it was that little girls did. It wasn’t too easy either to think back to the days when she was four, she might not have been all that old, but she was old enough that most childhood memories had become rather forgotten over time. Then there was the fact that she hadn’t been as focused on as her twin sister when she was a kid so falling into art and coloring was something that wasn’t too unheard of for an ignored little girl. The brunette had a suspicion that Audrey wasn’t nearly as ignored as she herself had been. She had met Asher on more than one occasion and he seemed to be the type that was a good father. One that would actually pay attention to his little girl, and Devan seemed to love the child as well. Lucky kid. A light laugh left her lips as she heard his words and she nodded. “Yeah, unless ya know we got washable markers. Then that shit just comes right off. Either way, it’s probably better to go with something that is an easy clean up,” she stated with a bit of a shrug eyes moving over the art supplies. Some of this shit she didn’t remember being around when she had been four, a lot of it actually. Celia couldn’t help but think that she had gotten the shit end of the stick with a lot of things, having grown up before a lot of cool shit had come out. Lithe fingers moved out to grab a paint thing that looked more than interesting. “Dude, why didn’t they have this shit when I was a kid?” she asked handing the thing over to him. “It is like a fake paint brush and it only paints on the paper especially made for it. I mean, I feel like that takes out half of the fun of painting. At the same time, though, it’s really freakin sweet.” And wasn’t it just. It was a good thing that Celia herself was a broke bitch or else she might’ve ended up buying half of the things in the isle for herself. A sweet look took over her features then, though, as she looked at the man. He was quite possibly the sweetest man that she had ever met in her life. She didn’t remember ever meeting someone who was so determined to be a good uncle, or father for that matter. Sure, Gabe was a good brother and he had done damn well by her and her sister in the years that they had been with him, but there was something a bit extra about Devan. And the fact that he wasn’t her brother, he was her friend, and if her heart decided to flutter while she looked at him and her eyes got a bit starry there was nothing wrong with that. She found those dark eyes of hers moving to his mouth for a moment and a silly kind of grin moved onto her lips until she noticed that she was indeed staring at his lips and thinking about how they would feel pressed to her own. She tore her gaze away from him going back to the contents of the isle a light blush moving into the apples of her cheeks if only for a moment. “Hmm, I swear they would have it here,” she said before pressing her tongue to the bottom of her front teeth and scanning around the isles for the stuff. It wasn’t long before she found it and grabbed the package. “Found it,” she called over to him bringing it over to where he was standing. “See it’s like, made of this stuff that doesn’t get stuck on stuff, and only to each other. And I guess it never dries out so she can make stuff and keep it out for a bit and then destroy it to make new stuff all over again. I mean, I was half awake and pretty stoned when I saw the infomercial, but it seemed cool to me,” she informed the man with a lopsided grin on her features.

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[devan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more devan snorted as the package was passed into his hands. it hardly phased him that the girl he was talking to was barely eighteen and had told him she was stoned watching a commercial. was it supposed to? he liked to consider himself a nice guy and he had a feeling most nice guys wouldn't let eighteen year old girls smoke pot. they would reprimand them or something. but devan couldn't do that without feeling like a hypocrite. to say that he didn't smoke or drink when he was eighteen would be a lie. to say he didn't hang out with people who did would be a lie as well. his own brother was a drug addict for years - for putting up with that, he really had no right to sit there and tell someone not to get stoned, not when he let his brother go on without help for so long. instead, he just found it amusing, trying to imagine cecelia watching a kid's commercial while high. he even found himself wondering what she was like. his bet was going on 'giggly'. but most people were. this clay stuff seemed pretty fucking cool anyway. where was this sort of thing when he was little? his mom was always being driven up the wall, refusing to buy him and asher any more markers or paints until they were old enough to be trusted not to get colors all over their perfect white walls. if they had had this mess-free bullshit when he was younger, he had a feeling he would have been driven to more artistic things than just writing. he was good with words but he had the potential to be...well better. the idea that he could give his niece that opportunity was now all too tempting and he found himself wanting to buy out the whole aisle. maybe coming down there had been a bad idea after all. "this is bitchin' oh my god," he said as he turned the package over in his hands (he could hear asher's voice in the back of his head now telling him 'no says bitching anymore devan' but as usual, he ignored him). he was too excited over everything in the aisle. he glanced over at the paint set that cece had pointed out before, nodding at it thoughtfully. that would be another good one to get his niece. and also washable markers. and the chalk he had tapped earlier. and maybe some paper and a sketchbook and could four year olds hurt themselves with pencils? would that be a bad idea to pick up? he bit down on his lip before glancing back up at his friend's face. she was smiling at him and it hit him again that she was pretty. not that he was going to do anything about it - just an observation. and the way she was smiling at him was...familiar. but different. but familiar. he looked away. he wasn't going to worry much about it. it was probably just because he hadn't had a drop to drink that morning. "i think i'll get her this," he said, waving the package in his hand around. "and some chalk...and markers...and how much is that paint set? shit, this little girl is going to bleed me dry." not that it was his fault. or that he was blaming her. because he knew that she probably didn't care about the fact that he got her a doll. and he knew asher didn't even care for all his bitching and whining. it was just him and his usual insecurities about getting people to love him and his cheesy sentimentality. he looked over at cecelia again and grinned widely. "thanks, though. again. this time for taking me here, though. when i have time to shop for myself, i know toys r us is going to be my first stop now. well at least higher on my list than usual." yeah basically this is tagged for kit/cecelia and this sucked i apologize.

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[celia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0, true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F1BBBA; border-top: 9px solid #A79C8E; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-family: georgia; color: #6B5344; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]i get by with a little help ;; from my friends

[atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F8ECC9; border-left: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-right: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-bottom: 5px solid #F1BBBA; color: #271A09] Celia was quite sure that she had never been aware how much fun shopping for a kid could be. If she had been she was sure that she would’ve met friends who had kids in their lives sooner than this. Though, if she were to be honest with herself and the population at large she would have to remind herself that half of the fun of this all probably had a bit more than something to do with the man that was standing at her side. She didn’t know what it was about Devan, but he just chilled her out. She felt like she could be herself around him and not like she wanted to rebel in any way. Not the way that she did when she was sitting at home, or even when she was with Kendall because for as much as she loved the other girl, the fact of the matter was that she wasn’t the best influence on Cece. Not that that was going to stop the younger of the two from spending time with her any less, but, it was the truth. Just as much as it was the truth that she felt more comfortable with Devan than she had felt with anyone else in a very long time. If ever really. Back before she had lived with her brother she hadn’t had a lot of friends, and even those that she had had she hadn’t felt very close to. And she wasn’t her sister, who went making friends left and right with her sweet smile. Cece had ended up the darker twin, and thus, not many people wanted to be around her all that much. Because she was edgy, because she kept people at arms length, because she had a tendency to say things that might be taken as mean. It wasn’t a small wonder that she had so willingly dropped out of high school when the chance came her way. The less bullshit that she had to deal with the better. There was no bullshit when it came to Devan, though, because as far as she knew he had never judged her for anything. She appreciated it more than she was sure he ever would realize. What he had realized though was how completely awesome the stuff that she had found was. And a laugh came from her before she grabbed another box of it so that she could look it over. “It is bitchin’, like, fuck play dough. This is where it’s at. And I’m sure it doesn’t taste half as terrible if she tries to eat it,” she said with a bit of a laugh before putting the box back where it belonged. And fingers moved through her hair again pushing it away from her face as her eyes moved to look at him all over again. Because, well, she liked looking at him. She liked even better when he looked back. The way that he turned away from her gaze, though, caused her own to move to the things that were in front of her instead of getting all starry eyed over the man. They were friends, after all, she knew that well enough. And that was how they should remain, at least, she supposed. Not that she would turn down a chance to be more with him. Cece had a feeling though, that the crush was one sided, which was fair enough, given that she was so much younger than him. Those browns moved to look at what he was holding and she gave an approving nod. “Should I just grab one of everything because that’s the direction that you’re heading here Devan,” she spoke in teasing tones before moving to grab the paint set and look at the price. “Twenty two ninety-five,” she read off the price and then moved it from one hand to the other her attention going back to the various selection of art supplies. “I mean, if nothing else, your wallet might be empty but at least you know that it’s going to a good cause right?” she questioned with a bright smile on her lips when she turned her attention back to him. Then her smile and her eyes grew softer at his words, if only for a moment, before a broad smile took over that full pout. “Dude, this place is the best. Like, fuck growing up. We should just be kids forever. We could grab a few nerf guns and then have war in your living room.” And she laughed at the mental image of that, but mostly, because she wouldn’t put it past either of them for it to happen.

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[devan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more devan smiled at cece's words - that was another thing he liked about choosing her to come with him. had he asked someone like...well, say his brother, asher probably would have spent half the time telling devan that he needed to pull his head out of neverland one day and grow up. which was ironic considering asher was the biggest disney freak he knew and in fact was almost as immature as he, but he liked to tease devan for generally acting like a two year old on crack anyway. that's how most of his friends were. they were out of school, they all had jobs, and they had all...grown up. left behind peter pan and the lost boys, packed their bags, and moved back to the real world. devan though would happily live as a child for the rest of his life. he was twenty-three going on twelve, and more often than not, he still got a few raised eyebrows even from his closest friends. most of them would flick him on the ear and tell him to hurry up and pick a present so they could grab a drink before going back to work if they were there. but not cece. she talked about nerf gun wars and said "bitchin'". it was just little things like that that made him appreciate their friendship so much. he was used to the raised eyebrows and what-the-fuck-are-you-doing stares and being told to shut up more often than not. he didn't mind them; he laughed at them and told everyone around him that they knew they loved him and then they'd all have a laugh and get over it. it was easy to shrug off. but he also liked that he didn't have to attempt to do that. he could openly walk through toys r us with her and talk about how he wished he could buy out the entire place, especially since the mascot was a giraffe and who the fuck didn't like giraffes? maybe part of that was because she was still eighteen and it was some passing fad apparently for young adults to still act like pre-teens and have pillow fights and play with play-doh. but he didn't think that was entirely it with her. he felt that she genuinely liked to be around him; the thought was comforting and again he found himself thinking that he had made the right choice in picking a shopping companion. "twenty-two ninety-five, are you fucking with me?" he knew she wasn't, but holy shit that was a lot for a kid's set of paint. though he supposed that it was a good deal considering the chemistry that probably went into developing a product like that. still, when he was younger, his mom could pick up a fifteen packs of crayons and still not pay that much for them. maybe this was why he didn't have this awesome shit when he was younger - his mom wouldn't have bought it for him anyway. the ross parents were pretty chill and he would admit that his mom was probably his favorite lady in the entire world but there was no way she would have bought him a paint set that he was "probably going to ruin" for over twenty dollars. she had a strict rule - toddlers should never cost you more than fifteen dollars when you go to buy them a single gift. which he supposed made sense. what expensive shit did a four year old even need? of course that meant he had to make a choice - pay less and get that dough shit and some chalk or pay more and drop the chalk and add the paint. or pay even more and get all three. he bit the inside of his lip. he'd have to leave behind the paint set. besides, she was four - there would be time when she was older and could hold a brush that size without making a complete mess of a picture for him to buy her something like that. maybe by then more bitchin' stuff would be out to get in addition. "chalk and more-awesome-than-play-doh dough it is then," he said with finality, grabbing a bucket of chalk and holding the package of dough in his other hand. he glanced over at cecelia and smiled. "looks like you're going to have to carry the nerf guns, bombonati. because i'm going to need a nerf gun war to forget how much i'm spending at toys r us of all places for a little girl who was probably perfectly content with her baby doll." yeah basically this is tagged for kit/cecelia and their friendship ;-;

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[celia]

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[atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F8ECC9; border-left: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-right: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-bottom: 5px solid #F1BBBA; color: #271A09] Celia had never been able to pinpoint if the reason that her and Devan got along so well was because she was mature for her age, or he was immature for his, or somewhere in between. She supposed that if she really wanted to dwell on analyzing –which she didn’t- just what it was that made their friendship work it would’ve been somewhere in the middle. For as rebellious and stupid as she could be it was different when she was around Devan. There wasn’t a constant need to push the limits, to see just how far she could go before someone got upset with her for one reason or another. Truth of the matter was that she had only turned eighteen a few months ago and when she’d started her friendship with the older man she had been underage, but that hadn’t been the draw to him. The pull to this man was something far more innocent. And in a lot of ways, he was her best friend because of it. It really wasn’t often that the Bombonati girl got along so well with someone, and she had long since stopped trying to get along with people her age because, well, they were all big pains in her ass when it well and came down to it. Teens, were not her sort of people. They were not the people that she felt comfortable around and they most certainly were not the kind of people that she would so willingly be wandering around Toys-r-us with getting a little more excited about the possibility of what she could buy there instead of what they could get for Devan’s niece. Not that that wasn’t her focus, but hell, some of the shit that she was looking at was pretty damn cool. A laugh came from her at his words and she shook her head smiling over at him. “No dude, I’m not fucking with you. Shit these days are expensive. Must be all the tests that they have to do. Or, ya know, the fact that parents will pay that much more just to make sure that there’s one less mess that they have to clean up.” A solid theory if she had never heard one before. Celia herself had never been privy to having her parents pay more than they needed to for things for her. The best thing that her folks had ever splurged on to get her was her guitar, that she still had to this day. The only evidence that her folks might’ve thought about her for once. There was a temptation in the girl to grab the paint set for the little girl, but once again she was reminded that she was supposed to be saving up for her GED. A thought that caused an upset expression on her features if only for a moment, one so short that it didn’t take much time before she was smiling all over again ready and willing to enjoy her time with the boy. “I think you have made some great choices there good sir,” she assured the boy with a sharp nod. His next words, though, caused a wide smile to move onto her features. Something that damn near took up her entire face. The girl had to keep from squealing but she did hop if only a bit, placing hands over her mouth to try and hide her excitement. “Alright, awesome, I’ll go grab those and meet you at the register,” she said to him and didn’t wait much longer before she was heading to that isle. It would seem, though, that the amount of nerf gun types that had come out since she had been a kid had grown. A brow perked and she bit her lower lip before seeing a set of two that came with shirts that the bullets were supposed to stick to. She grabbed an extra pack of bullets too because those things always got lost. “Alright, we are good and ready for this war Ross, you better be ready to have your ass handed to you,” she teased and bumped her hip with his playfully.

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