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Supernova
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- Feb 15, 2009
Re: Jesse's Body (november[ s n o w ] ~ liynn)
Jesse continued to chomp down onto the sandwiches. He was done midway through Bobby's story, completely amazed at what the fuck he was talking about. Black goop? Was he sure he wasn't seeing shit? Ham? He didn't even know his family liked ham...they seemed more like a chicken and beef person, why would they have ham in the house And shit, if Bobby, didn't let him in then who did? Licking his lips, he sighed. "I'm finding it a bit hard to you know...believe this story Bobby. you sure you wasn't dreaming n'shit?" he asked. "I mean...black goop...why would I throw that up? Is that even possible?" he shrugged his shoulders with a sigh. He just couldn't believe Bobby's story. It was even more far fetched than him escaping death in his dreams.
"I think that wasn't me but someone else. When I woke this morning I felt just fine. My dad didn't say I came home sick or anything...and err...yeah." he said running his fingers through his hair. "You sure you aren't hungry? I'm fucking starving...those sandwiches did nothing..." he murmured on as he stood from the table. "Imma go buy some snacks or something...." Jesse left the table with the tray and trashed it before heading over to the snack line.. A couple minutes and he returned with two Snapple teas, like five packs of oreo cookies, five bags of plain and sour cream and onion chips, and two pretzels with cheese. Damn, it was like he didn't even eat. He wondered if it were even worth the trouble to down the food he just bought. He started with the oreos. Halfway through the second pack he looked over to Bobby. "Want anything?" he asked before returning to destroying the packs of cookies within his hands.
Jesse continued to chomp down onto the sandwiches. He was done midway through Bobby's story, completely amazed at what the fuck he was talking about. Black goop? Was he sure he wasn't seeing shit? Ham? He didn't even know his family liked ham...they seemed more like a chicken and beef person, why would they have ham in the house And shit, if Bobby, didn't let him in then who did? Licking his lips, he sighed. "I'm finding it a bit hard to you know...believe this story Bobby. you sure you wasn't dreaming n'shit?" he asked. "I mean...black goop...why would I throw that up? Is that even possible?" he shrugged his shoulders with a sigh. He just couldn't believe Bobby's story. It was even more far fetched than him escaping death in his dreams.
"I think that wasn't me but someone else. When I woke this morning I felt just fine. My dad didn't say I came home sick or anything...and err...yeah." he said running his fingers through his hair. "You sure you aren't hungry? I'm fucking starving...those sandwiches did nothing..." he murmured on as he stood from the table. "Imma go buy some snacks or something...." Jesse left the table with the tray and trashed it before heading over to the snack line.. A couple minutes and he returned with two Snapple teas, like five packs of oreo cookies, five bags of plain and sour cream and onion chips, and two pretzels with cheese. Damn, it was like he didn't even eat. He wondered if it were even worth the trouble to down the food he just bought. He started with the oreos. Halfway through the second pack he looked over to Bobby. "Want anything?" he asked before returning to destroying the packs of cookies within his hands.