Post by soj laughinghouse. on Aug 3, 2009 18:24:20 GMT -5
sara sojourney laughinghouse ,
twenty , tourist , zooey deschanel.
first of all , i'm curious as to when you were born and where. how old does that make you today ?i was actually born in london, england, on february fifteenth, 1989. obviously, i'm twenty now. that's.. about all i could tell you. haha.
whats your status here , exactly. can you tell us what you do for a living ?well, i'm a dancer with the milan ballet, but... i guess i don't technically live here. i have a little apartment and everything for now, but as soon as rehearsals are over the company will start touring and i'll be off again. i have a tendency not to stay in one place for very long, now that i think about it.
and your parents , who are they and what do they like ?
marianne maralaughinghousepearsonforty-nine , gallery owner and socialite , motherdeceased.
edward patrick "pat" pearsonfifty-one , pianist and composer , fathersdeceased.
i guess i never really knew my parents very well. my father died when i was two, and my mother followed suit about three years later. i was in and out of foster homes and orphanages until i turned eighteen, so i never really had "parents" so to speak. not that it's affected me negatively in any way. i mean, i'm a functioning member of society. i had my sister, and i had friends wherever i went. i'm not one of those troubled orphans that go crazy and kill people or whatever. haha. it's not that big of a deal.
so what about siblings , are there any other important family members ?
emilia edward "emmy" laughinghouse
eighteen , employee at shreiver's antiques, records, bottles, cards, and comics , sister
judith paige phillips
forty-eight , district attorney , foster mother
gianna renee "gia" powers
thirty-nine , seamstress , foster mother
gregory ronald powers
forty-one , construction overseer , foster father
i was always very close to my sister, though we see less and less of each other now that i'm traveling so much. she lives in seattle. emmy and i lived with judy phillips, a single foster mother, for just over three years. she was nice and had plenty of money so we never went without, but we could tell she really just fostered children for the publicity. she soon decided she was too old and too busy to continue fostering, however, so we moved in with an orphanage for a while. we never speak with her anymore. gia and gregory fostered us from the time i was thirteen and emmy was eleven, until we graduated high school. they were kind, and had good hearts, but a part of me always knew that they were fostering for the money that came with it. i send them a postcard every once in a while, but they're more like a distant aunt and uncle that i feel obligated to keep in touch with.
i see , now could you tell me your favorite and least favorite things ?likes - dance, dance, dance, and dance. gardening. bright colors. the weirdest music. using big, obnoxious headphones instead of those tiny painful bud things. reading. writing. learning. biking around the city when the weather is good. spending time with the rest of the dancers in the company. fairy tales. pretty things in general. hair clips. big flowers. perfume. jewelry. clean-smelling things. sunshine. cuddly, cozy rainy days. green green green grass. long books. happy endings. helping people. depending on her mood that day, peace and quiet and absolute chaos. rain boots. leotards. breaking in pointe shoes. halloween. snow! decorating christmas trees. and when it comes to men... use aftershave. generously.
dislikes - loud noises. being interrupted. bright lights late at night (oh, the woes of the big city!). having to sleep without a pillow. malls. rooms without natural light. doing laundry. music that involves any sort of screaming. clubs. alcohol. illicit narcotics. cigarettes. misbehaving in general. being indoors for long periods of time (with the exception of dancing, of course. studios are different.) failing. seeing her little sister the complete mess that she is. getting sick. people who use plastic water bottles (aka, the entire world minus her hippie self). plastic garden ornaments, such as flamingos or gnomes. being dirty. being near dirty people. deep conversation. being wrong. and when it comes to men... long hair is a definite no.
so what about relationships , how do you find those ?well, i'm a definite believer in true love, if that's what you mean. i've always been called a hopeless romantic. but i don't date often and i tend not to date for long, because i move around so much. but, you know, if i met someone really worth it, he wouldn't want me to quit dancing and stay with him anyway. he'd want to move with me and support what i do. i'm sure i'll fall truly in love one day.. it just hasn't happened yet. i'm currently uninvolved, of course. as usual.
we've asked about family , significant others , but what about a pet ?
gretchen weiners
like... zero , being popular , weiner
i adopted gretchen as soon as she was old enough to be away from her mother, actually. it was difficult to have a pet, at first, but because she's so small i'm allowed to take her on planes and stuff. she's great, and i think she loves to travel as much as i do.
last but not least - your best kept secret , what is it exactly ?i don't really tell people about my sister and how big of a mess she is. i also battle occasionally with anorexia or bulimia. i mean, it's not an all the time thing, but being a dancer, it's bound to happen at some point.
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as much as effy liked work, she liked aaron more. obviously. i mean, it just didn’t really seem quite fair to make someone of the ridiculous emotional-ness of effy bristow choose between her job and her fiancée. on one hand, she loved her job. she loved being able to study and research and write and develop ideas and questions and answers. everything about being a real journalist—for once—fascinated her. she couldn’t get enough. but on the other hand………okay, really? it was aaron. i shouldn’t have to say any more. even before she was crazily in love with him, effy loved spending time with that guy. now that she was engaged to him.. it was incredibly difficult to be away from him even for just the twelve or so hours she spent at work. wait, hang on. i have a tangent to go on. it’s hard to really say “before effy was in love with aaron”, because i’m not certain that there’s a definite time line for that whole thing. there wasn’t really a definite point in time where effy was like “hey.. i’m in love with my best friend.” sure, there were times when she was reminded of that fact, such as the time they had really awesome and gratifying sex when they were still “just best friends”. it’s not exactly like she’d fallen all crazy in love with aaron the first time she saw him. that’s.. just not realistic to assume. sure, the first time she saw him, she was a little taken aback by his godly attractiveness but.. that wasn’t love. that was just one-part-horniness-and-one-part-foreshadowing. gradually, as she became closer and closer to him, that irrational and consuming love began to show itself. anyway, ridiculous digression. the point is, this obsessive love for aaron snyder had been growing in effy’s tiny heart for years now. and just because she got to come home and kiss him every night didn’t mean that it was going to stop growing. in fact, now that she was engaged to him, effy sort of felt like they were closer than they’d ever been. they didn’t even fight anymore. they were like a completely idealistic movie-couple that didn’t have a care in the world as long as they were somehow coming in physical contact with one another. god, sorry. i said i was going to stop with the digression. anyway, what i really mean is that it was hard for effy to focus at work when she had that godly beast waiting at home for her to come back. but it wasn’t like effy was going to quit or anything just so she could stay home with her fiancée and cuddle. that would be… illogical, to say the least. as much as it killed the little blonde to be away from her giant, hairy fiancée for even a few hours, she would just have to suck it up. even so, she’d kind of gotten used to coming home über late and getting what was quite probably the best reception any woman had ever received from a significant other. every single night.
maybe that wasn’t quite fair to say, though. she really didn’t get home über late every night. simon, with a wife of his own, actually understood that sometimes effy wanted to get home a little early. so once or twice a week, if effy had finished her article early, he’d let her off a few hours before she was really supposed to. because simon was awesome like that. honestly, effy had sort of grown an unnatural attachment to her boss. not the same way she felt for aaron, obviously, since that idea is absolutely preposterous, but just that he was so nice. he was like another father to the little blonde, and she hadn’t even known him for a full year. maybe it was just the sheer amount of time they had to spend around each other, or maybe it was effy’s way of dealing with the realization that not all bosses had to be like her last one. and by that, i mean that not all bosses had to try to sexually assault her… often. anyway, it was because of simon’s all around awesomeness that effy was packing up at only five o’ clock that afternoon. yes, that did mean that she had finished her article way ahead of time, taught the interns some stuff about formatting, and given ol’ simon her very best puppy dog eyes—much to her success. three entire hours before she was technically off work, effy was slinging her black shoulder-bag full of papers and her computer over one shoulder, grabbing her car keys, and pushing in her chair. she was headed home. the subaru was an incredibly welcome sight, all lovely and old and bathed in the harsh edges of the light of the afternoon sun. adjusting her thin sweater across her stomach with a sigh, effy climbed in the driver’s seat and—incredibly carefully, since she’d always been a total shit parker—backed out of the lot. the little blonde really didn’t want to put in the effort that it would take to remove her sweater, so she rolled down the windows instead. it was always freezing inside the office building of the santorini world, even if it was sweltering outside. therefore, effy had to always dress incredibly inappropriately for the weather of her little island home so that she’d be comfortable at work. it’s not like she was going to the beach in her sweater and jeans or anything, though, so it was really no big deal.
as she turned onto the one four-lane road that curved through the island, effy glanced down at her phone. she supposed that she could probably call aaron and tell him that she was coming home, but…naaaaaaah. it was so much more fun to surprise him. she hadn’t anticipated being finished with her article so early, so she hadn’t warned him that she might be home early. generally, if she knew that she was going to be off before eight, effy would alert aaron before she left that morning, warning him that he better not be doing anything too illegal without her that day, since she’d be home early and would catch him. basically, her threats were the little blonde’s weird way of saying “rest up, babe. we’re smurfing tonight.” if she never got home until eight-thirty-or-nine every night, it would probably be very difficult for the girl to have a… we’ll call it a “physical relationship” with her fiancée. aaron snyder, despite the fact that he really didn’t do anything too physically trying during the day, was strangely incapable of staying up past a certain hour, no matter what. therefore, when effy got home in the late hours of the night, she would always tip-toe into the entryway and peer around the corner into the living room. if he was watching tv, she was in the clear to walk normally. if he was passed out on the couch, she would ever-so-gently wake him up and tell him to get his big furry self into the bed before he messed up his neck by sleeping on the couch. worst case scenario, aaron would already be asleep in his their bedroom, and effy would spend.. probably ten or fifteen minutes debating on whether or not she should sneak in there and go to bed, or just sleep on the couch so she wouldn’t risk waking him up. despite the number of times that he told her that she can just go in, regardless of his state, effy would spend about half those nights on the couch, and half risking the wrath of waking up the giant beast—which was actually pretty unlikely, since the bear slept like rip van winkle. on the nights she got home early, however, he was usually painting or reading or watching television, or just waiting anxiously for her to arrive, if he knew she would be there early. anxious to be back in her fiancee’s enormous and hairy arms, effy sped. she usually didn’t like to drive fast, partially because of the paranoia that she would get a ticket she couldn’t afford to pay, but mostly just because she was totally anal about stuff like that. regardless of her silly fears, effy made it into the parking lot of the apartment building safely and without getting caught. briefcase-bag-thing, phone, keys, lock the car, up the stairs, home. and effy’s problems were all suddenly gone.
aaron’s cousin, norah, used to live with them, too. but when she moved out, effy commandeered her set of keys, since she didn’t have any of her own and was too cheap to buy some. it gave the little blonde great satisfaction to carry around a keychain with, not only car keys on it, but also the little silver key that got her successfully into the place that held the bed she shared with the man she loved so very much. effy slid the key into the lock and fumbled around with it for a while. she turned it repeatedly to the left, over and over again with a look of obvious frustration on her face, but she couldn’t hear the little clicking noise. after what was probably six or seven minutes of embarrassing herself and losing to a door, it swung open. wait. she had just… taken the key out… well fuck! it was already unlocked! that’s embarrassing. glancing around to make sure no one had seen that atrocious feat of idiocy, effy laughed a little to herself and stepped into the apartment. “surprise!” she shouted, and when she didn’t immediately receive a reply, a frown colored her lips. stepping into the entryway and closing the door behind her, effy caught sight of her favorite person in the whole fucking world, sitting on the couch, incredibly focused on the star wars movie playing on the television. she kicked off her shoes, straightening them up so they were at least a little bit orderly next to the door before pulling off her sweater and laying it on a barstool. “what, no star trek on tonight?” she asked, light blue eyes focused boredly on the screen. theoretically, effy liked space movies… but star wars was certainly no star trek. she could handle sitting and watching it when nothing else was on, but… only when aaron was there. that way, if she got too bored, she could always just tackle him and, well… get distracted. figuring that aaron was either 1) imagining her in that princess leia outfit from episode v, or 2) picturing himself as luke skywalker, effy smiled just a bit. before she could so much as shift her weight from one foot to the other, however, aaron was up. how… what… how did he do that so fast!? it was like… dwight schrute had mated with a meerkat and somehow produced an incredibly attractive ninja baby that grew into… aaron. weird. but she really didn’t have too much time to mull that over, since the beast of a man was suddenly sprinting towards her. effy cringed, afraid he was going to knock her into a wall or something, before she was trapped in aaron’s arms and a thousand kisses were being pressed all over her neck and face. she laughed happily, burying her face momentarily in his warm, familiar neck before he pulled slightly away. aaron’s hands slid comfortably down to effy’s waist as her own wrapped gently around his neck. she returned his brief kiss with a smile—holy crap could he make her more happy? was that even possible? “you didn’t tell me you were getting out early today!” he accused, and effy shrugged. ‘getting out early’… for good behavior? she smiled at the connection she’d just made in that tiny blonde head of hers. “geez, aaron, it’s not prison! it’s just work, is all” effy paused for a moment, scrunching her face up into a pensive look. that sounded like a fight-starter, didn’t it? there were about a thousand reasons effy didn’t want to fight with aaron right now, the most important of which was that he was sort of right. “wait… no. actually, it sort of is. …sorry, digression.” shrugging, she looked back up at the giant. “i would have been much more prepared…” a look of shock crossed the little blonde’s face, but not because her feet were suddenly lifted a few inches off the ground. wrapping her legs around aaron’s waist, effy looked down at her fiancée’s familiar brown eyes, smiling. “you mean you would have been wearing a leopard-print loincloth and laying seductively on a circular lovin’ bed!?!?”
somehow, he managed to walk backwards all the way to the bedroom, while carrying the admittedly small blonde without really taking his eyes off of her. impressive. “i finished some paintings today,” he said softly, and effy had the sudden urge to leap out of his arms and sprint into his art studio to look at them. there were few things in the world that effy loved more than looking at aaron snyder’s newest creations. one of those things, however, was smurfing him. so, despite her strange and borderline uncontrollable desire, effy remained still, her legs clamped relentlessly around his waist. “you’ll have to check them out later,” he continued in a whisper. after a short pause, effy smiled and gasped. “…oh! by later, you mean… you have a better idea of what i should do right now?” the smile didn’t leave her lips as she gently kicked the bedroom door shut with her bare foot. being placed gently on the bed, effy let her hands slide down so they were cupped gently around the nape of aaron’s neck as he lay carefully on top of her. somehow, the enormous man, who was significantly more than a foot taller than effy was and probably a hundred pounds heavier, balanced himself so carefully over her that she could feel just about every inch of his perfect self on what would soon be her very nake skin, but none of his weight. “i missed you today.” hearing aaron snyder whisper stuff like that made the little blonde swoon like a teenage fangirl, but she tried to keep it together. “yeah, welcome to my world,” she replied casually with a light smile as aaron’s hand trailed gently down to her waist. god, she could spend forever like this. effy could feel the cool silver of her engagement ring just barely touching the skin of aaron’s neck, and she hoped he noticed it, too. every time the blonde caught a glimpse of her own hand, she got distracted thinking about her impending wedding. it was really hard to believe that she had ever wanted not to marry aaron snyder. that just seemed ridiculous. pulling her lips away from aaron’s, where they had really been going at it pretty ferociously, effy paused. “wait a second. this is probably an inappropriate time to bring it up, but before i forget…” she smiled, expertly rolling over so she was balanced on top of aaron. pulling off her tee shirt and letting her thin legs slide to either side of his torso, effy bent down to kiss his lips briefly. “we should invite simon to the wedding. sorry, that’s all.” and with that, she became completely distracted by both aaron’s lips, and the buttons on his flannel shirt that really needed to be undone right about now. right in the middle of another fantastic and satisfying kiss, effy pulled away. but this time, she wasn’t smiling. “wait.” rolling off of aaron and standing up, effy ran into the bathroom with a look of obvious terror on her face. “shit,” she muttered under her breath. “shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. what… fuck!” she was fumbling psychotically through the medicine cabinet and all of her other personal belongings, before pulling the cell phone out of her pocket that had actually been there the whole time. “what.. fucking.. what is today’s date!?!?!” she cried. the talking, voice-activated alarm clock that effy had gotten aaron as a sort-of joke for hanukkah one year heard her loud and clear. whenever effy would go to aaron’s apartment when they first became friends, she would become incredibly frustrated that he didn’t own a clock for her to constantly know what time it was. therefore, she’d presented him with one of eight really crappy presents that year—a ridiculous alarm clock that responded when you asked it a question about the date or time. “thursday, june fourth.” the voice, which effy had completely forgotten about, since she’d given him that thing years ago, made the little blonde jump, and thus, her little silver cell phone slid out of her hand and into the toilet. “fuck!!!!!!” she screamed at the top of her tiny, tiny lungs, for more than just the reason that her phone had fallen into the toilet.
maybe that wasn’t quite fair to say, though. she really didn’t get home über late every night. simon, with a wife of his own, actually understood that sometimes effy wanted to get home a little early. so once or twice a week, if effy had finished her article early, he’d let her off a few hours before she was really supposed to. because simon was awesome like that. honestly, effy had sort of grown an unnatural attachment to her boss. not the same way she felt for aaron, obviously, since that idea is absolutely preposterous, but just that he was so nice. he was like another father to the little blonde, and she hadn’t even known him for a full year. maybe it was just the sheer amount of time they had to spend around each other, or maybe it was effy’s way of dealing with the realization that not all bosses had to be like her last one. and by that, i mean that not all bosses had to try to sexually assault her… often. anyway, it was because of simon’s all around awesomeness that effy was packing up at only five o’ clock that afternoon. yes, that did mean that she had finished her article way ahead of time, taught the interns some stuff about formatting, and given ol’ simon her very best puppy dog eyes—much to her success. three entire hours before she was technically off work, effy was slinging her black shoulder-bag full of papers and her computer over one shoulder, grabbing her car keys, and pushing in her chair. she was headed home. the subaru was an incredibly welcome sight, all lovely and old and bathed in the harsh edges of the light of the afternoon sun. adjusting her thin sweater across her stomach with a sigh, effy climbed in the driver’s seat and—incredibly carefully, since she’d always been a total shit parker—backed out of the lot. the little blonde really didn’t want to put in the effort that it would take to remove her sweater, so she rolled down the windows instead. it was always freezing inside the office building of the santorini world, even if it was sweltering outside. therefore, effy had to always dress incredibly inappropriately for the weather of her little island home so that she’d be comfortable at work. it’s not like she was going to the beach in her sweater and jeans or anything, though, so it was really no big deal.
as she turned onto the one four-lane road that curved through the island, effy glanced down at her phone. she supposed that she could probably call aaron and tell him that she was coming home, but…naaaaaaah. it was so much more fun to surprise him. she hadn’t anticipated being finished with her article so early, so she hadn’t warned him that she might be home early. generally, if she knew that she was going to be off before eight, effy would alert aaron before she left that morning, warning him that he better not be doing anything too illegal without her that day, since she’d be home early and would catch him. basically, her threats were the little blonde’s weird way of saying “rest up, babe. we’re smurfing tonight.” if she never got home until eight-thirty-or-nine every night, it would probably be very difficult for the girl to have a… we’ll call it a “physical relationship” with her fiancée. aaron snyder, despite the fact that he really didn’t do anything too physically trying during the day, was strangely incapable of staying up past a certain hour, no matter what. therefore, when effy got home in the late hours of the night, she would always tip-toe into the entryway and peer around the corner into the living room. if he was watching tv, she was in the clear to walk normally. if he was passed out on the couch, she would ever-so-gently wake him up and tell him to get his big furry self into the bed before he messed up his neck by sleeping on the couch. worst case scenario, aaron would already be asleep in his their bedroom, and effy would spend.. probably ten or fifteen minutes debating on whether or not she should sneak in there and go to bed, or just sleep on the couch so she wouldn’t risk waking him up. despite the number of times that he told her that she can just go in, regardless of his state, effy would spend about half those nights on the couch, and half risking the wrath of waking up the giant beast—which was actually pretty unlikely, since the bear slept like rip van winkle. on the nights she got home early, however, he was usually painting or reading or watching television, or just waiting anxiously for her to arrive, if he knew she would be there early. anxious to be back in her fiancee’s enormous and hairy arms, effy sped. she usually didn’t like to drive fast, partially because of the paranoia that she would get a ticket she couldn’t afford to pay, but mostly just because she was totally anal about stuff like that. regardless of her silly fears, effy made it into the parking lot of the apartment building safely and without getting caught. briefcase-bag-thing, phone, keys, lock the car, up the stairs, home. and effy’s problems were all suddenly gone.
aaron’s cousin, norah, used to live with them, too. but when she moved out, effy commandeered her set of keys, since she didn’t have any of her own and was too cheap to buy some. it gave the little blonde great satisfaction to carry around a keychain with, not only car keys on it, but also the little silver key that got her successfully into the place that held the bed she shared with the man she loved so very much. effy slid the key into the lock and fumbled around with it for a while. she turned it repeatedly to the left, over and over again with a look of obvious frustration on her face, but she couldn’t hear the little clicking noise. after what was probably six or seven minutes of embarrassing herself and losing to a door, it swung open. wait. she had just… taken the key out… well fuck! it was already unlocked! that’s embarrassing. glancing around to make sure no one had seen that atrocious feat of idiocy, effy laughed a little to herself and stepped into the apartment. “surprise!” she shouted, and when she didn’t immediately receive a reply, a frown colored her lips. stepping into the entryway and closing the door behind her, effy caught sight of her favorite person in the whole fucking world, sitting on the couch, incredibly focused on the star wars movie playing on the television. she kicked off her shoes, straightening them up so they were at least a little bit orderly next to the door before pulling off her sweater and laying it on a barstool. “what, no star trek on tonight?” she asked, light blue eyes focused boredly on the screen. theoretically, effy liked space movies… but star wars was certainly no star trek. she could handle sitting and watching it when nothing else was on, but… only when aaron was there. that way, if she got too bored, she could always just tackle him and, well… get distracted. figuring that aaron was either 1) imagining her in that princess leia outfit from episode v, or 2) picturing himself as luke skywalker, effy smiled just a bit. before she could so much as shift her weight from one foot to the other, however, aaron was up. how… what… how did he do that so fast!? it was like… dwight schrute had mated with a meerkat and somehow produced an incredibly attractive ninja baby that grew into… aaron. weird. but she really didn’t have too much time to mull that over, since the beast of a man was suddenly sprinting towards her. effy cringed, afraid he was going to knock her into a wall or something, before she was trapped in aaron’s arms and a thousand kisses were being pressed all over her neck and face. she laughed happily, burying her face momentarily in his warm, familiar neck before he pulled slightly away. aaron’s hands slid comfortably down to effy’s waist as her own wrapped gently around his neck. she returned his brief kiss with a smile—holy crap could he make her more happy? was that even possible? “you didn’t tell me you were getting out early today!” he accused, and effy shrugged. ‘getting out early’… for good behavior? she smiled at the connection she’d just made in that tiny blonde head of hers. “geez, aaron, it’s not prison! it’s just work, is all” effy paused for a moment, scrunching her face up into a pensive look. that sounded like a fight-starter, didn’t it? there were about a thousand reasons effy didn’t want to fight with aaron right now, the most important of which was that he was sort of right. “wait… no. actually, it sort of is. …sorry, digression.” shrugging, she looked back up at the giant. “i would have been much more prepared…” a look of shock crossed the little blonde’s face, but not because her feet were suddenly lifted a few inches off the ground. wrapping her legs around aaron’s waist, effy looked down at her fiancée’s familiar brown eyes, smiling. “you mean you would have been wearing a leopard-print loincloth and laying seductively on a circular lovin’ bed!?!?”
somehow, he managed to walk backwards all the way to the bedroom, while carrying the admittedly small blonde without really taking his eyes off of her. impressive. “i finished some paintings today,” he said softly, and effy had the sudden urge to leap out of his arms and sprint into his art studio to look at them. there were few things in the world that effy loved more than looking at aaron snyder’s newest creations. one of those things, however, was smurfing him. so, despite her strange and borderline uncontrollable desire, effy remained still, her legs clamped relentlessly around his waist. “you’ll have to check them out later,” he continued in a whisper. after a short pause, effy smiled and gasped. “…oh! by later, you mean… you have a better idea of what i should do right now?” the smile didn’t leave her lips as she gently kicked the bedroom door shut with her bare foot. being placed gently on the bed, effy let her hands slide down so they were cupped gently around the nape of aaron’s neck as he lay carefully on top of her. somehow, the enormous man, who was significantly more than a foot taller than effy was and probably a hundred pounds heavier, balanced himself so carefully over her that she could feel just about every inch of his perfect self on what would soon be her very nake skin, but none of his weight. “i missed you today.” hearing aaron snyder whisper stuff like that made the little blonde swoon like a teenage fangirl, but she tried to keep it together. “yeah, welcome to my world,” she replied casually with a light smile as aaron’s hand trailed gently down to her waist. god, she could spend forever like this. effy could feel the cool silver of her engagement ring just barely touching the skin of aaron’s neck, and she hoped he noticed it, too. every time the blonde caught a glimpse of her own hand, she got distracted thinking about her impending wedding. it was really hard to believe that she had ever wanted not to marry aaron snyder. that just seemed ridiculous. pulling her lips away from aaron’s, where they had really been going at it pretty ferociously, effy paused. “wait a second. this is probably an inappropriate time to bring it up, but before i forget…” she smiled, expertly rolling over so she was balanced on top of aaron. pulling off her tee shirt and letting her thin legs slide to either side of his torso, effy bent down to kiss his lips briefly. “we should invite simon to the wedding. sorry, that’s all.” and with that, she became completely distracted by both aaron’s lips, and the buttons on his flannel shirt that really needed to be undone right about now. right in the middle of another fantastic and satisfying kiss, effy pulled away. but this time, she wasn’t smiling. “wait.” rolling off of aaron and standing up, effy ran into the bathroom with a look of obvious terror on her face. “shit,” she muttered under her breath. “shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. what… fuck!” she was fumbling psychotically through the medicine cabinet and all of her other personal belongings, before pulling the cell phone out of her pocket that had actually been there the whole time. “what.. fucking.. what is today’s date!?!?!” she cried. the talking, voice-activated alarm clock that effy had gotten aaron as a sort-of joke for hanukkah one year heard her loud and clear. whenever effy would go to aaron’s apartment when they first became friends, she would become incredibly frustrated that he didn’t own a clock for her to constantly know what time it was. therefore, she’d presented him with one of eight really crappy presents that year—a ridiculous alarm clock that responded when you asked it a question about the date or time. “thursday, june fourth.” the voice, which effy had completely forgotten about, since she’d given him that thing years ago, made the little blonde jump, and thus, her little silver cell phone slid out of her hand and into the toilet. “fuck!!!!!!” she screamed at the top of her tiny, tiny lungs, for more than just the reason that her phone had fallen into the toilet.
