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ooc: Linus is grtpmpknblvr.
To be perfectly honest, Sally could not remember the very first time she saw Linus. She knows that her mother and brother told her that the moment her eyes found him, she was in love. But, she doesn't remember that moment.
What she does remember is being four years old and coloring a picture on her front porch. Charlie had been in the yard with Lucy and Linus, trying to kick a football, and the wind had blown hard, causing her picture to fly away into the neighbor's yard, a place where even Snoopy would not venture for fear of the neighbor's cat.
She'd burst into tears and Charlie had ran over to give her a hug, even while Lucy had sighed loudly and rolled her eyes, her hands set on her still-shapeless hips.
There was really no way of knowing how long she'd sat with Charlie, crying, but the next thing she knew, a shaking, scratched and bloody hand was holding out her slightly-crumpled picture to her. And, when she looked up, it was Linus' dirty face she saw looking down at her with a worried smile.
There was no way he could have understood her frantic, lisped words, not when they were smooshed into his skinny little chest while she hugged him, but she remembered that it was the first time she told him that she loved him.
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When she was eleven, she told him again. Of course, over the years, she'd already said it countless times, but this was special.
She'd come home from school, exceedingly upset. How on earth was she supposed to know that a maritime border was not, in fact, anything close to a marble-time boulder? It had just been a teensy mix-up, but she'd based her entire report on the importance of marble boulders, and it hadn't been easy to research such a boring topic...she'd had to make a lot up as she went.
Storming into the kitchen, she's slumped down in her chair, barely able to smile when she saw Linus walk into the room with her brother.
"What's wrong, Sally?"
Rolling her eyes at Charlie, she'd crossed her arms over her chest, rumpling her pretty pink blouse. "Nothing!"
"Well, something's wrong. You're pouting." Charlie's knowing nod had infuriated her, and she'd jumped up, stomping her foot.
"I am not!"
"You're not smiling like you usually are."
The quiet words had caught her attention, and she'd turned wide-eyed to see Linus looking absolutely miserable as she smiled brightly at him. "You notice when I smile?"
"Oh, good grief."
She'd ignored Charlie and stepped over to Linus, positively beaming. "Really?"
Linus had shrugged his shoulders, switching the blanket in his hands from one hand to the other, and looked helplessly over at Charlie. "I guess...not really. Whatever."
Bouncing on the tips of her toes, Sally had jumped up and pressed a kiss to Linus' cheek. "I'm going to love you forever, my sweet Babboo."
"Yeeech!" Linus swiped a hand over his cheek, wiping away her kiss, but Sally didn't care. He'd noticed her smile, and that was all that mattered to her.
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When Sally was twenty, she'd moved in with Linus, and she'd began 'fixing' things she found visually offensive. For one, there was that positively awful picture hanging over the dining room table.
Apparently, it was a gift from one of his aunts, but it was ugly. 'Monet Shmonet,' she'd said disdainfully, scoffing at the colors.
Linus had been particularly stubborn, however, and Sally had packed a bag and shown up at her brother's house within an hour of the argument.
She'd stayed for a week, doing her absolute best to drive Charlie crazy...it was her job, after all. When Linus didn't call after the fifth day, she had to sit on her hands to keep herself from calling, but she knew that it was very important that he call first.
But, he didn't, and after the sixth night, she'd curled up on her childhood bed and cried...not even minding when Snoopy had snuggled up next to her, his big dark eyes worried and watchful. ...She might have even been a little grateful for the comfort.
When she'd woken up the next morning, Snoopy had been gone, but sitting in a horribly awkward position in the tiny chair next to her bed, was Linus. He was crumpled and he looked so uncomfortable. His pale face needed a good shave, and his hair was just awful, and she thought he'd never looked more handsome.
Laying on her side, she'd watched him until he woken up, and when he'd looked at her and caught her eyes, he'd looked relieved to see her.
"Hey," he'd whispered.
"Hi."
"I want you to come home."
"I want to come home."
He'd nodded and stood up, wincing a bit as his back cracked loudly. Going over to the bed, he'd held out an arm as he sat down on the mattress, and she'd instantly placed her head against his chest, sighing happily.
"You missed me," she said cheerfully, blinking rapidly so he wouldn't see the relieved tears.
"Of course I did, Dollface. It's too quiet without you."
"How much did you miss me?"
A soft laugh made the bed shake a bit, and she looked up at him, her eyes wide.
"I gave the painting to Lucy."
A smile had spread across her face. "You love me so much."
He'd nodded, only rolling his eyes a little. "Yeah, well...you love me too."
She'd pressed a kiss to his lips and grinned. "Of course I do, Babboo." Wrapping her arms around his waist, she'd smirked and bit her lip to hold back a giggle. "Now...about that coffee table..."
To be perfectly honest, Sally could not remember the very first time she saw Linus. She knows that her mother and brother told her that the moment her eyes found him, she was in love. But, she doesn't remember that moment.
What she does remember is being four years old and coloring a picture on her front porch. Charlie had been in the yard with Lucy and Linus, trying to kick a football, and the wind had blown hard, causing her picture to fly away into the neighbor's yard, a place where even Snoopy would not venture for fear of the neighbor's cat.
She'd burst into tears and Charlie had ran over to give her a hug, even while Lucy had sighed loudly and rolled her eyes, her hands set on her still-shapeless hips.
There was really no way of knowing how long she'd sat with Charlie, crying, but the next thing she knew, a shaking, scratched and bloody hand was holding out her slightly-crumpled picture to her. And, when she looked up, it was Linus' dirty face she saw looking down at her with a worried smile.
There was no way he could have understood her frantic, lisped words, not when they were smooshed into his skinny little chest while she hugged him, but she remembered that it was the first time she told him that she loved him.
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When she was eleven, she told him again. Of course, over the years, she'd already said it countless times, but this was special.
She'd come home from school, exceedingly upset. How on earth was she supposed to know that a maritime border was not, in fact, anything close to a marble-time boulder? It had just been a teensy mix-up, but she'd based her entire report on the importance of marble boulders, and it hadn't been easy to research such a boring topic...she'd had to make a lot up as she went.
Storming into the kitchen, she's slumped down in her chair, barely able to smile when she saw Linus walk into the room with her brother.
"What's wrong, Sally?"
Rolling her eyes at Charlie, she'd crossed her arms over her chest, rumpling her pretty pink blouse. "Nothing!"
"Well, something's wrong. You're pouting." Charlie's knowing nod had infuriated her, and she'd jumped up, stomping her foot.
"I am not!"
"You're not smiling like you usually are."
The quiet words had caught her attention, and she'd turned wide-eyed to see Linus looking absolutely miserable as she smiled brightly at him. "You notice when I smile?"
"Oh, good grief."
She'd ignored Charlie and stepped over to Linus, positively beaming. "Really?"
Linus had shrugged his shoulders, switching the blanket in his hands from one hand to the other, and looked helplessly over at Charlie. "I guess...not really. Whatever."
Bouncing on the tips of her toes, Sally had jumped up and pressed a kiss to Linus' cheek. "I'm going to love you forever, my sweet Babboo."
"Yeeech!" Linus swiped a hand over his cheek, wiping away her kiss, but Sally didn't care. He'd noticed her smile, and that was all that mattered to her.
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When Sally was twenty, she'd moved in with Linus, and she'd began 'fixing' things she found visually offensive. For one, there was that positively awful picture hanging over the dining room table.
Apparently, it was a gift from one of his aunts, but it was ugly. 'Monet Shmonet,' she'd said disdainfully, scoffing at the colors.
Linus had been particularly stubborn, however, and Sally had packed a bag and shown up at her brother's house within an hour of the argument.
She'd stayed for a week, doing her absolute best to drive Charlie crazy...it was her job, after all. When Linus didn't call after the fifth day, she had to sit on her hands to keep herself from calling, but she knew that it was very important that he call first.
But, he didn't, and after the sixth night, she'd curled up on her childhood bed and cried...not even minding when Snoopy had snuggled up next to her, his big dark eyes worried and watchful. ...She might have even been a little grateful for the comfort.
When she'd woken up the next morning, Snoopy had been gone, but sitting in a horribly awkward position in the tiny chair next to her bed, was Linus. He was crumpled and he looked so uncomfortable. His pale face needed a good shave, and his hair was just awful, and she thought he'd never looked more handsome.
Laying on her side, she'd watched him until he woken up, and when he'd looked at her and caught her eyes, he'd looked relieved to see her.
"Hey," he'd whispered.
"Hi."
"I want you to come home."
"I want to come home."
He'd nodded and stood up, wincing a bit as his back cracked loudly. Going over to the bed, he'd held out an arm as he sat down on the mattress, and she'd instantly placed her head against his chest, sighing happily.
"You missed me," she said cheerfully, blinking rapidly so he wouldn't see the relieved tears.
"Of course I did, Dollface. It's too quiet without you."
"How much did you miss me?"
A soft laugh made the bed shake a bit, and she looked up at him, her eyes wide.
"I gave the painting to Lucy."
A smile had spread across her face. "You love me so much."
He'd nodded, only rolling his eyes a little. "Yeah, well...you love me too."
She'd pressed a kiss to his lips and grinned. "Of course I do, Babboo." Wrapping her arms around his waist, she'd smirked and bit her lip to hold back a giggle. "Now...about that coffee table..."