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[braeden_o]

Bouncing a balled up sock against the ceiling that hovered above him as he was sprawled out on his bed had grown old about thirty seconds after he had turned to the pointless acitivity for entertainment. But nearly a half hour into it, Braeden had yet to come up with something more interesting that didn't involve him coming out of his room and

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[cessy_]

I do believe I would much rather be alone than hang out with you. ;)

[braeden_o]

Love you too.

[cessy_]

I knew you did.
Are you really that desperate you're broadcasting your boredom? You should have just gotten in touch with me. ;)

[braeden_o]

But you don't want me, remember? ):
;)

[cessy_]

I changed my mind. ;)

[braeden_o]

I knew you couldn't resist me ;)

Mind if I come find you, then?

[cessy_]

Resist you? More like resist me. ;)

Oh, please do.

[braeden_o]

Lies. You want me so bad ;)

Home?

[cessy_]

I'll never tell.

Unfortunately.

[braeden_o]

*switchness*

Braeden didn't bother replying, just put his computer up on his bed and typed a quick note informing whoever was bound to burst into his room at some point of his whereabouts.

Then with the typical pop, he Apparated right at the front door of the Jacobs residence. (Damn that place was impressive.) He rang the bell, hoping Cecilia would get to the door before one of the annoying house elves did.

[cessy_]

Cecilia liked Braeden. She thought he was funny, and charming. He was also incredibly handsome. He wasn't dating Tracey Davis and he wasn't a closet-drunk.

Therefore, he was high on her list.

Thankful that she got to the door before Twilly did. She flattened out her dress and fixed her bangs. Cecilia then, pushed the house elf out of the way and pulled open the door.

"Hello," she greeted, a smile on her face.

[braeden_o]

Braeden met her smile with a smirk and a raised eyebrow (which he only managed to properly put into place after he had slipped her a quick up-and-down glance).

"Admit it." Nevermind greetings, really.

[cessy_]

This is why she liked him.

She rose a perfectly manicured eyebrow and leaned herself casually against the door jam. With her hands crossed against her chest she regarded him curiously.

"Admit what?" she asked him innocently.

[braeden_o]

Braeden mimicked her pose, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms.

"You totally want me," he said smugly, repeating the words he had typed minutes earlier with a barely suppressed smirk-leaning-toward-amused-grin.

[cessy_]

She did. She could admit it, if she wanted to.

She didn't much feel like admitting it yet. Instead, she bit down on her bottom lip as if really considering the matter.

"I do?" she asked. "No, I do believe you--" she paused to mimic his word exactly, "totally want me."

[braeden_o]

His smirkgrin twitched slightly and he, again, mimicked her, biting his lip and looking thoughtful.

"Hmm. I dunno," he answered finally, pushing himself off the door frame and standing up straight. "I'll have to think about it." This was probably as close to admitting anything of the sort as he would ever come, at least out loud and to her face. He did have some dignity, after all.