"Wait around, you want me to wait around while the one person I care and love for the most is hurting? How long do you exspect me to wait and wonder if I will even see her again Con?"
Nate's anger bubbled and boiled as his emotions were pushed to the limit his voice raising in anger. Latley Maggie had been sick, Laura would hardly even talk to him and now she was hurt and was being refused to know where she was. Nate didnt mean to yell at Con but he was there.
As Nates continues to stand there his anger only maultaplys his fists balled at his sides. Why was this happening? What did this have to be like this and why did Con have to be there.
Something inside of Nate snaps as all his anger is hurled in one direction, one target that was infont of him. Though Con was bigger right now to Nate it didnt matter. Pulling his fits back in one quick movment Nates fist connects with Con's jaw with such force it echoed through TJY.
Giving a sheek as Ryder comes twords her she trys to move out of the way but it to slow getting wrapped up in the blanket. Not being able to help it Katie continues to gasp for air as she laughts to her loudest.
Being picked up by Ryder Katie lets out another laughing shreek only to hope Laura had left got the day so she didnt wake her yet.
"Ryder, you big Croc hunter put me down..."
Katie cant help her laughter that rings through the house as her face is beat red.
"Yes I do still thinks its very funny!"
Struggaling a little bit Katie wiggles enough to get her arms out of the blanket. Standing Katie turns to look at Ryder a grin forming on her face again. In a fast movment jumps on the couch but getting her foot stuck in the blanket and laughing to hard to catch herself Katie falls forward causing the couch to tip over backward with a bang Katie landing in Ryders arms. Still laughing like a mad woman Katie manages to get a few words out.
"Hey look you can take flying lessons from me so your not scaired anymore."
3/9/09
Flying
at 1:37 AM
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