Away the Shackles

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She walked in and slipped off her shoes. she had been here a few times but it felt so empty without his mom and dad there. she always was drawn to the wall of family photos that they had hanging up. His dad was in every single one of them.
 
"Nah, I'm not thirsty," she said as she looked at ever picture. the whole hall wall was covered with porfessional pictures and just reagular ones. she ran her finger along the frames. they all looked so happy.
 
she closed her eyes trying to get the lump out of her throat that suddenly appeard at the touch of his lips, "yah...uh...I like that your...uh...whole family is in them...well...uh...most of the time." she tried to sound like it didn't effect her but she knew she faild miserably.
 
"Oh that..that is so...so...uhm..." she mustered up everything she had turned around and gently pushed him away at arms length, "not funny," she quickly turned away and walked to his room. he could make her melt and he knew it.
 
"well for someone elected studant body presidant you think your room would be a little cleaner," she teased. his room was nearly spotless save a few articals of clothing here and there, "what happened to the term Batcherlor Pad?" she said finally turning to look at him. there was a safe distance and she was once again in control of her hear and her breathing speed.
 
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