[Chase] Honest Eyes Full Of Honest Lies

[bree anise ripsen]

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[chase michael jackson]

Chase was bored and tired. Things had been a bit awkward around Brent and the coffee shop ever since that whole kiss thing happened. Chase didn't exactly know what happened after those kind of things, but he wasn't trying to make things awkward. It just turned out that way. Going out to eat with him was fun though. Brent was just fun in general. He was funny, and just fun to be around.

He jumped slightly when he heard his name. Or well nickname. He wasn't looking at the people coming in, he was paying more attention to the orders and such on the counter. He smiled when he looked up at Bree. He liked her. The was something about her that he felt he could trust. "Hey Bree. I'm doing alright. What about yourself?"

[/b] Chase asked, still smiling. What a turn in events for his life. Before, Chase wouldn't have smiled at all. "Do you want anything?
[/b] Chase thought he probably should do his job as well. Couldn't just socialize.

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[bree anise ripsen]

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[chase michael jackson]

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Chase had to admit that it was a bit sad that Bree wasn't having a good day. She wasn't her normal bubbly self and that wasn't a good thing. Chase liked the bubbly Bree. It made him smile and he needed that as often as he could get it. He understood when people just had bad days though. He nodded quickly and got her coffee before telling the other person he was taking his break. He bought himself a coffee quickly and went back over to Bree. "Let's go sit and talk for a bit. I'm taking my break now."

[/b] Chase said with a smile as he walked over to a free table in the corner that he normally spends his breaks at. He sat down and waited for her to sit as well.

"Want to tell me about whatever's on your mind? I don't mind listening."[/b] Chase told her with a smile as he sipped his coffee. It was a nice feeling. Having friends. Of course he was going to talk to her if she needed it. That was just him. He made sure to keep smiling. What was life without smiles. Chase had learned over the years that if you smile like you mean it, then nothing could go too wrong.


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[bree anise ripsen]

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[chase michael jackson]

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Chase was happy that Bree followed him and didn't draw any attention to it. He just sipped at his coffee as best he could without burning his lips and tongue. He knew his way around drinking coffee pretty well. He lived off the stuff ever since he started working here. It was bad for him, sure. But he knew it would be better for him than alcohol. He didn't want to go near the stuff because of his dad, and he wasn't planning on it. Ever. He didn't want to get roped into the same situation his dad was in. Even though he wasn't his real dad and he didn't technically have the same biological genes or whatever... he just couldn't take the chance.

He smiled slightly when she talked, showing her that he was listening. "I've worked at the same coffee shop for years... So I think I understand it a bit."

[/b] Chase started. Looking pensive. "But I look at it this way. It's better to have things repetitive... than be worse. Life could be miserable... so I'd take the repetition."[/b] Chase told her, still smiling. Sure... he knew from experience. He would take the same thing every day to being abused by his father any day.


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[bree anise ripsen]

Dec 9, 2012 2:07:06 GMT bree anise ripsen said:

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[/color] she told him quietly, running her fingers lightly around the rim of her coffee mug. It made a kind of high pitched sound, barely audible, but quite pleasant. "Thanks, Chay." she said, looking down a little bit. "For... listening, y'know?"
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OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: CHASEY-CHOO NOTES: MY BRAIN IS DEAD WORD COUNT: 252

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