Change, Change, Change [BREE, OPEN]

[bree anise ripsen]

Bree rolled her eyes and laughed at Brent's general "OMIGODDORK". She always remembered him like that, it was so funny to have it back. She was still getting used to the whole concept of having a friend who she'd lost four years ago come back. It was a nice concept, but one that took some getting used to. It still felt a bit lucid and unreal, like she was going to wake up and feel disappointed that it had just been a dream. But it all felt pretty real.

"Well, not too much Bree ego inflation," she said. "I don't really need to be bigged up that much." And that was true. Bree didn't feel the need to be adored or to be praised constantly. Which was what a lot of people did, because of her problems with self esteem and depression and blah-blah-blah. She doubted Brent even knew about the depression. Well. Pssh. It wasn't really...okay, yeah. Maybe. But that didn't matter. She was perfectly happy. She had people she loved. And that was all she needed really.

She nodded eagerly. Brent's puppy did sound adorable, and she couldn't wait to see him someday. It would just be too cute. Bree loved that sort of thing, being the typical girl that she was. Just the mention sent her mind into keysmash-adorable-mode. Because she was female. So? What was the problem? There was none. "Wait...un-unlovable...why isn't that a word? Why don't we make that a word?" she chuckled. Why couldn't they? That was possible, right? Sure, no one else would get it, but...screw them. They didn't need to get it.

She laughed for about the fifty thousandth time in an hour as Brent hugged her back and whooped with victory. She gave a sort of mockwhine. "Brentie-Booooo. Shut uuuuup." she whined, still laughing. Yeah, it was nice to have Brent back. No matter how annoying and arrogant he was, she'd still missed him. He was like a big brother to her, and she'd really missed that a lot. More than she'd actually thought she had.

OUTFIT: Clicky! TAG: Brentie-Boo! Open! NOTES: :333 WORDS: 345

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] we'll let the fires just bathe us   Brent didn’t know whether it was a good think or not that he was now completely used to people laughing at his kind of hyperactive-behaviour. Seriously, Brent thought that he had ADHD or something since he almost always seemed to have way too much energy than he actually needed. He never put it to a great load of use while at work though. Yeah… but, saying that, Brent used it for welcoming and attracting customers at work though. See, he wasn’t completely useless! “Pfft, liar. You can never get enough Bree ego inflation, I’m tellin’ you now.” He nodded knowingly, “Now, am I correctimundo or am I corr-ec-ti-mun-do~” He gave Bree as serious a look as he could manage, knowing for sure that, yes, he was most definitely correctimundo. When was Brent McKinney not correctimundo? Well, if he’d learnt one thing from this meeting it would be that un-unlovable should totally be a word. And, hey, it was now. Because Brent and Bree were awesome like that, they could just made words up and ignore anybody who tried to tell them otherwise. “Woop! Un-unlovable is now officially my favourite word!” Nuh-uh, there was no way Brent was shutting up after his latest victory over Bree. “Bow down to my awesome, Bree-Bear,” he smirked at his friend, ignoring her half-whine, half-laugh. [/style]   TAG: bree-bear, open! NOTES: :3 OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[bree anise ripsen]

"Oh, I'm the liar, am I?" Bree snickered, twirling a loose strand of her blond hair around her finger. Nope. She was no liar. Lies weren't good at all, that had been something that had been drummed into her from a very young age. She thought Brent knew that. Ah well, it'd been 4 years. 4 very, very long years. She wouldn't blame him for forgetting a few things. Heck, he hadn't even remembered who she was until she'd told him her name. But that was okay. She'd grown a lot since she was sixteen. Well, duh. She'd been sixteen.

"Naw, you're neither," she said with a slight chuckle, flicking her hair out of her face. "For you to be 'correctimundo', or whatever-it-was-you-just-said, I'd have to be pretty egotistical. I like to think that I'm not, ta very much. So shu'up." She was just fine being Bree. Just Bree. Not "awesome" or "amazing" or what everyone's favourite word was that month. She was okay just being her. Because that's all she was. Just herself. That wasn't that amazing. Just one more person walking the Earth in millions.

She giggled softly as Brent started rambling on about his new favourite word. "Un-unlovable" was a pretty amazing word, she had to admit. How no one had though of it before them, she wasn't quite sure. If you asked her, it seemed pretty damn obvious. Even if there was already an "un" on the front, adding another one completely changed the meaning, making this completely amazing new word. And because they could, voila, they'd made a new word. "Yeeeah, mine too, I think. 'Un-unlovable is just...un-unlovable? I dunno."

Her hand went to her face in a general "Oh my god, you're so dorky that I am facepalming" motion. But Brent...Brent was too dorky to get mad at. He was just adorable-dorky. Getting mad at him would be like kicking Bambi; utterly horrible and completely pointless. Although she remembered some times that they'd gotten mad at each other in the past. Oh, god...one or both of them, in those situations, had ended up half dead. They'd taken advantage of the other's fears and weaknesses. For example, Bree was terrified of fire, and Brent couldn't swim, if she remembered correctly. So, guess what? Whenever they got mad at each other...baaaam.

"Which awesome is this?" she teased sarcastically, laughing as she gave him a poke. "I see no awesome. I just see a guy with coffee all up his back." She gestured toward his shirt. "How many times has that or something like that happened here?" She was guessing a few, knowing Brent. He was so clumsy, but that was just what made Bree love him even more than she already did.

OUTFIT: Clicky! TAG: Brentie-Boo! Open! NOTES: :333 WORDS: 453

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] we'll let the fires just bathe us   Okay, Bree wasn't really a liar but, whatever, Brent was just going to tell her that for now even if that meant that technically he was the liar here. "Totally." he rolled his eyes at her. Bree had very, very rarely lied to him over the years and the times she had would only be for good reasons. See, he'd even managed to remember that himself. Brent was proud, his memory hadn't failed him for once in his life. "Breeee." the sprite whined, raising his voice. So what if Brent was acting like a five year old on the verge of a temper tantrum right now? Whining wasn't against the law for a twenty-five year old man... it just wasn't exactly socially acceptable. "You're wrong. I know you're wrong. You know your wrong. So... deal with it." They were awesome, too awesome. Because they were using the awesomest word ever: un-unlovable. And then Bree was facepalming, which was no doubt a reaction to Brent's... Brentness. But, oh well. He didn't mind at all. A facepalm was probably needed right now. And, hey, that was so not called for! "That... that was a one-off! Nothing of a similar nature has ever happened here before." Brent protested, lying yet again. Things like Brent and this coffee stain now on his shirt were an extremely regular occurrence. [/style]   TAG: bree-bear, open! NOTES: :3 OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[bree anise ripsen]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #ebdfc3; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-top: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-left: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-bottom: #3085bc 4px dotted;] i'm a walking travesty but i'm smiling at everything Bree just couldn't help but laugh at her friend's flippant comments. Ugh, god, they infuriated her...and yet, she'd missed them so much. It was stupid how much she'd missed them, and she hadn't even noticed she had missed them. That was just ridiculous. Surely, if you miss something, you know you miss it? Well, Bree didn't have time to answer that question before her fire sprite friend started whining at her in a rather immature way. Brent may have been older than her, but sometimes, it was so easy to forget that, with the way Brent behaved. God, sometimes, you'd think that she was his mother, with the way she was the one telling him to calm down or stop being a baby or something. Still, it didn't really bother her too much. "Nuh-uh, I'm never wrong, the water sprite protested, shaking her head eagerly. Okay, so what if she was kind of stooping to Brent's level? It was fun to stop being an adult from time to time. Damn, if this was how Brent went about his life, it was quite fun. Maybe she should...no. Lolno. Bree wouldn't ever do that; she liked to think she was more dignified than that. She snorted then. Nothing else like that had happened? Yeah, right. She knew her friend all too well; there was no way that that was a one-off. He had to have done it before. C'mon, he was Brent. Brent wasn't one to only do something stupid oncee, but that was what she loved about him. "I'm guessing...that it's around the fifth time? Be honest, Brentie-Boo." She rolled her eyes at him, and chuckled lightly. She honestly didn't believe for a minute that Brent hadn't done that more than once. OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: BRENTIE BOO NOTES: *DEAD FROM GIGGLES* WORD COUNT: 314