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Post by oliver jordan on Dec 23, 2007 10:15:47 GMT -5
oliver
Oliver's head was still spinning. He had a hangover from last night's party. Although it was a blast, Oliver regret drinking too much. Dragging himself downstairs, he looked around and found no one. Shrugging his shoulders, he went straight to the kitchen and got his Frosties cereal. Making his way towards the sofa, he turned on the tv and tried to search for a good watch. Seeing no choice, he just settled in watching Disney Channel and started to munch on his so called breakfast.
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Post by brady jordan ™ on Dec 23, 2007 15:18:39 GMT -5
With one more roll, Brady was off his bed and wide awake. A huge sigh came from his lips, this was not how he wanted his morning to go. His head was aching from not only the fall but last night. He had been to a party until the wee hours of the morning. This hadn't really been his plan. He actually had just wanted to go home, but his friends dragged him around town.
Slowly he made his way to the nearest noise. Which just happened to be the living room. His eyes roamed from the tv to his brother with a weirded out look. "Wuss," he said in a monotone voice. Brady plopped down beside his brother. The boy didn't seemed to mind that he was only wearing a pair of of boxers and the shirt he had been wearing last night.
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Post by oliver jordan on Dec 23, 2007 22:07:01 GMT -5
oliver
Turning his head lazily over towards his brother, he nodded and managed to mumble, "g'mornin," out of his mouth. He looked at him and was certain that he too had quite a night last night. Smirking at Brady, Oliver turned his head back at the t.v. and said, "rough night, huh?" He still couldn't bear to stand up but he could definitely talk like the usual. Not even turning his head, he offered Brady his Frosties cereals even if he knew there was a little percentage that he would accept it.
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Post by brady jordan ™ on Dec 24, 2007 0:22:47 GMT -5
With a yawn he nodded ",yep yourself?" Brady wasn't really surprised by this, he knew his brother was always like this. He turned his head away from the t.v and looked at the left over Frosties, which he took from his brothers hand. Luckily, he didn't mind, Brady liked the sugary milk at the end the best anyways. He took the last few bites and slurped up the milk and set it on the coffee table. This made him feel a little more awake, enough so to swipe the remote from his brother and change the channel to animal planet.
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Post by oliver jordan on Dec 24, 2007 0:41:45 GMT -5
oliver
He watched as Brady slurp down the remains of his cereal and smirked. "Hungry?" he chuckled as he turned his head back at the t.v. set and moaned. Oliver placed his hand over his forehead and closed his eyes for a moment, "you think?" thinking that he had too much fun last night and swore to himself to lower down his alcohol intake.
Opening his eyes again, he looked over at his brother who obviously snatched the remote control from him and then towards the t.v. Brady flicked the channel over at animal planet and Oliver simply groaned, "not again," shaking his head slightly and tried to get the remote from his brother. Unfortunately, he fell on the carpet and groaned again, "f*ck." not even giving effort on standing up.
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Post by brady jordan ™ on Dec 24, 2007 0:58:06 GMT -5
"Mhm," he said beginning to get focused on the television, which happened to have a show about dogs with jobs. Brady was a sucker for dogs, and other animal, fictional or non fictional. This had to be one of his favorite shows, he was almost like a girl when it came to animals, but he didn't care. His attention was turned from the screen to his brother who happened to be falling down, right as he looked over. Brady burst into laughter. "Man your gay," he said pulling his feet underneath him.
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Post by oliver jordan on Dec 24, 2007 1:09:28 GMT -5
oliver
"Great." Oliver said as he rolled his eyes at his brother and continued to talk trash, "first, I fell, then my brother thinks I'm gay," as he tried to pull himself up and when he was half-way in sitting up, he grabbed Brady's legs and tried to pull him down as well, "simply, great!" he snarled as he laughed. Brady really needs to stop watching those kind of shows. Not that it's not good for him but he gets all glued to the t.v. when he's watching animal planet. Maybe for one is that he likes animals. Oliver only likes one animal and that is his Siberian Husky pup, Blake.
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Post by brady jordan ™ on Dec 24, 2007 1:21:39 GMT -5
Oh, how he loved his animals. He had lots of animals, which all had their own room together. He thought about how many he actually had ten in total-two hamsters, two fish, a sphinx rat, two weasals, two dogs; a chiuaua and a mutt, and a black cat.
Without warning, Brady felt himself be pulled onto the ground and on top of his brother. He rolled off and rubbed his head. "No your all perky," he said in annoyance. He attempted to get up, but really didn't feel like moving, he was quite comfortable laying down. He closed his eyes then opened them again, then attempted to get up again. This time he was successful, but he simply sprawled himself across the couch, sinking into the coushins. "Well, I'm sorry that your so effing clumsy," he commented turning his head to his brother with a brotherly smirk.
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Post by oliver jordan on Dec 24, 2007 2:22:11 GMT -5
oliver
Oliver simply laughed his ass off as he watched his brother tumble down beside him. It was a kickin move but it was sure fun. Slightly awake now, he crawled over at the sofa and plopped down again. Watching Brady slowly get up from the floor and sit down beside him, he waved his hand and said, "yeah, yeah," still laughing slightly with their act, "that I admit," he said with a snort.
He let his eyes linger over the t.v. and tried to watch animal planet. He got bored instantly so again tried to snatch the remote away from his brother. This time, he'll fight for it.
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Post by brady jordan ™ on Dec 24, 2007 16:25:56 GMT -5
Without hesitation Brady held the remote out, so Oliver couldn't get it. He didn't even seem to flinch at the movement. "Not for you," he said with a smile. He didn't even seem to take his eyes off of the t.v. He was like a zombie just sitting there cross legged, while the screen brain washed him. If his brother were to fight with him, he would get into it. Brady could almost feel it coming on since his brother was looking a little more awake.
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Post by oliver jordan on Dec 24, 2007 19:46:04 GMT -5
oliver
Grinning widely as he looked at his brother who was seemingly so glued to the t.v. that he didn't bother to look anywhere else. Thinking that this would be a good advantage, he jumped out of the sofa and tried to get the remote out of Brady's hand. This was a good exercise even if it means fighting over such a small thing. Now he was really awake. "Oh, no you don't!" he snarled as he snatched the remote and finally getting hold of it, hoping that it would slid off Brady's hand.
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Post by brady jordan ™ on Dec 25, 2007 0:48:28 GMT -5
Brady snapped his head to his brother, then to the remote. His hand gripped tightly around it. "My remote," he said through his teeth. Even if it wasn't that big of deal he wanted to have a little playful fight with his brother. It was all in pure fun of course. Brady tugged back on the remote, trying to take it back into his possession.
ooc;; sorry, short post.
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Post by dylan marvill on Dec 25, 2007 20:03:42 GMT -5
Dylan stopped outside of the Jordan House. She took a deep breath, not believing she was really there. Ever since she had become popular, the Jordans didn't speak to her. Well, she didn't speak to them. But after her talk with Ryan, about her real friends, she realized she had to. Oliver and Brady were her best friends before she became slutty and skinny.
Closing her eyes, she knocked on the door. She immediately decided that it was a bad idea to be there, but it was too late. She'd alreayd knocked. She glanced down at her tight jean skirt and white tank-top. She was also wearing three inch white heels and had a white Prada bag under her arm, topped with white Gucci sunglasses. She wished she'd thought to dress more like her old self, rather than the superficial barbie doll she'd turned in to.
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Post by oliver jordan on Dec 26, 2007 1:44:18 GMT -5
oliver
Oliver tried to shake the remote off his brother's hand. He pulled it so hard that his hand almost slipped from his grip on the remote. "Oh no you don't!" he said in between his soft laughs. Not knowing that he pressed the volume up so he could barely hear the knock on their door. Oliver squinted for a moment and brushed the thought off. The sound might have come from his dog, Blake, who went inside the living room to join Brady and himself.
After a few tugs and pulls, his dog sent a series of barks and then tried hopped on the sofa and tried to pull Brady off by biting his shirt. "See? Even Blake thinks you should give up," he smirked.
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Post by brady jordan ™ on Dec 26, 2007 1:57:50 GMT -5
Brady could have swore he heard the doorbell ring as he kept tugging on the remote. "It's my remote," he said acting like a little kid with a temper tantrum. He couldn't help but laugh after what he said. He looked down at his brother's dog and tried to shoo him away with no effort. Now, he was positive he heard the doorbell ring. He released the remote from his hands and stood up quickly. Suddenly Brady forgot all about the remote incident. "I got it," he said over the t.v. then ran to the door. Once to the door he swung it wide open, forgetting that he was only in his boxers. "Hey, Dillon," he said still laughing a little bit. He looked her up and down and frowned a little bit.
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