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Post by Paul Lahote on May 21, 2009 13:30:35 GMT -5
Paul was not doing anything of significance right now. He was just lounging on his couch, waiting for Rachael to come home. He had no idea where she was . . . she could have been out shopping, with friends, and he wouldn't know. But a part of him desperately wanted to find out for he had gotten off work early, and wanted to spend some time with her. He had tried calling her a few times, and there was no answer. And so, he pulled out his phone and texted someone who he was not on good terms with, but someone who somehow knew the affairs of everyone in La Push. Texting was impersonal. It was something that people who met simply once could do and have no problem communicating through this convenient electronic source.
----To: 360-5324 U seen Rach?
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Post by Leah Clearwater on May 22, 2009 2:21:20 GMT -5
Leah was sitting in the smelly Cullen house, on the couch talkin' to Ness. Ness was catching up on a TV show that Leah had used to like before it got dumb. Cutting the head off the main girl and then letting her run around saving the day tended to make brilliance turn in to dumb-assance. When her phone signaled a text message with the two second tone, cut from the music song 'I'm not your boy friend, baby'. (So her phone went off like: ♫Beeper In A Threeway♫ )
Leah dove for it, hoping Esme wasn't around. . . . not that she would have cared.
Paul? WTF? Paul. . . . Rachael! HAHAHHAHAHAHA. Leah replied with a photo she had taken, not ten minutes before.
----To: 360-7285 
Who? ;)
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Post by Paul Lahote on May 24, 2009 20:28:43 GMT -5
WHAT was that picture?! Paul was furious! She was with that damn leech again! That freakin', Edward Scissorhands look alike. Paul was going to send an email to Tim Burton telling him that there was a good actor for his next movie . . . he would not even require make up. At least that would get the blood sucker away from his girl!
----To: 360-5324 Where u at?
He tried to control the anger in his tone. But he was already up and heading out the door. He was going to search all of Washington if that what it took to separate Rachael from that disgusting, pale Cullen.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on May 24, 2009 21:43:00 GMT -5
Leah's phone was on vibe by this time, so Esme wouldn't hear the ring tone. When it went off this time she opened it and laughed. That should ruin his day, she hoped. She really hoped so after his ass hole comments at the bonfire. The bastard.
----To: 360-7285 Where is who @?
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Post by Paul Lahote on May 25, 2009 19:28:43 GMT -5
Paul felt like smashing his phone, and then killing Leah. Or perhaps killing Leah first and then smashing his phone. Either way . . . he was annoyed. He walked out the door and stopped for a minute to keep himself from phasing. If he turned to a wolf, then he wouldn't be able to communicate with Leah and thus find out where Rach and that blood sucking leech was . . . he was going to kill him. Rip apart his already dead body. The image of doing that, slightly calmed Paul down. He tried again.
----To: 360-5324 Wheres Ray?
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Post by Leah Clearwater on May 25, 2009 22:30:24 GMT -5
HAHAHHAHA! On this was grand fun! . . . . grand fun? Frig! Jasper was rubbing off on her. Next she would lose her tan and like raw meat---No, don't go that far, Leah! She decided to annoy Paul more, since her thoughts were annoying her self.
----To: 360-7285 Sorry. Cant hear u. Speak up.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 1, 2009 18:30:40 GMT -5
Paul waved his phone in the air, as if he were hitting it on an imaginary rock. He needed his phone too much to actually hit it on a real rock . . . and it was not his phone that was frustrating him; it was the person on the other end of it.
----To: 360-5324 Quit messin round.tell me where shes @, now
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Jun 2, 2009 12:27:47 GMT -5
HAHAHHAHA! Paul was to easy, he had always been on of the easiest to annoy and get mad, but then Rachael came along he got all. . . . .boring. Now, he was learning to piss him of again. This time she typed leaving out all vowels wondering if he could even read it.
----To: 360-7285 Frg! I frgt hw we tlkn abut?
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jun 2, 2009 12:59:42 GMT -5
WHAT the hell was she saying?! He hated this. Paul would not have been so irritated no knowing Rachael's whereabouts, had he not seen that picture of that pasty white leech with her. She was pregnant! He didn't trust that stupid, creepy, fugly looking vampire.
----To: 360-5324 Wtf. wut the hell u talkin bout?! just tell me wher shes @!
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Jun 5, 2009 0:48:59 GMT -5
HAHAHHAHA! He was getting mad! She could tell. Poor over sized dumb Paul! If only he knew where Rachael was at he still might not come get her. He tended to avoid the Cullen house. Again, she typed leaving out all vowels Poor poor Paul, she thought but even that was more of a sarcastic mocking, then any real feeling behind it.
----To: 360-7285 Wht is mgic wrd?
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Post by Paul Lahote on Aug 6, 2009 2:43:44 GMT -5
Paul felt like he was going to phase any second. He was completely out of patience, and he knew that being nice to Leah wouldn't make a difference. He could beg and grovel at her feet -- which he would never do -- and she still may never answer his question.
----To: 360-5324 Screw u
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Aug 10, 2009 0:26:55 GMT -5
HAHAHHAHA! Paul Moron! HAHAHHAHAA. Damn, Leah wished she could see his face right now. HA, she bet he was going to phase and eat his phone or something. Loser. This was fun, who needed cable when you have free texting, and an hidden imprintee.
----To: 360-7285 U wish. Wht hppnd to where is she? Chnge yur mnd?
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Post by Paul Lahote on Aug 25, 2009 10:34:58 GMT -5
First thing Paul was going to do when he saw Leah: break her phone.
----To: 360-5324 Jus tell me. Wut da hellz ur prob?!
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