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(Because Blake likes me to forget he's alive, and I don't want to get cut!)
Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Calm Before the Storm' / Sunday, May 21th 2006 / 2:15 PM
Location: Lakeside
Open To: Melody, le BFF
Currently Involving: Blake
The pictures were laying around them, and the large book sat squarely in the middle, open to the first page. Blake was sitting Indian-style next to the book, picking the pictures up individually to look at them. It was easier that way - if he took a general view of the grass around them, it would be too confusing. All the pictures, mostly of Blake, or Blake and Melody, or Melody's other friends, were moving.
"I don't remember you taking a lot of these," he murmured, looking at the one he currently had in his hand with interest. It was him, sitting on a couch in the library, turning the pages of a book calmly, and occasionally looking up at the camera to raise an eyebrow. If he hadn't known Melody had taken it, he would feel... well, stalked. But it was Melody, so it was okay. Blake put the picture down.
He turned to the open, blank book. "I also don't know anything about scrapbooking," he continued. "I suppose I can help with the captioning, though." With a quick glance at her, he asked, "What are you going to do first?"
Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Calm Before the Storm' / Sunday, May 21th 2006 / 2:15 PM
Location: Lakeside
Open To: Melody, le BFF
Currently Involving: Blake
The pictures were laying around them, and the large book sat squarely in the middle, open to the first page. Blake was sitting Indian-style next to the book, picking the pictures up individually to look at them. It was easier that way - if he took a general view of the grass around them, it would be too confusing. All the pictures, mostly of Blake, or Blake and Melody, or Melody's other friends, were moving.
"I don't remember you taking a lot of these," he murmured, looking at the one he currently had in his hand with interest. It was him, sitting on a couch in the library, turning the pages of a book calmly, and occasionally looking up at the camera to raise an eyebrow. If he hadn't known Melody had taken it, he would feel... well, stalked. But it was Melody, so it was okay. Blake put the picture down.
He turned to the open, blank book. "I also don't know anything about scrapbooking," he continued. "I suppose I can help with the captioning, though." With a quick glance at her, he asked, "What are you going to do first?"