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Drabble: Declaration

Sep 12, 2009 00:43

Title: Declaration
Rating: PG
Word Count: 535
Pairing: Lily/James
Author's Notes: For Liv, because every bad night needs something good to wake up to the next morning. *grin*

( Declaration... )

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Comments 44

anonymous September 12 2009, 05:41:53 UTC

Awesome!

beedaily September 13 2009, 02:04:21 UTC

Glad you enjoyed. =)

alapeche September 12 2009, 06:06:26 UTC

Love it!

beedaily September 13 2009, 02:04:37 UTC

*grin*

frecklemary September 12 2009, 06:45:52 UTC

Awesome,Unexpected, You Are Adorable!!!!! Don`t know what horrid night had to be endured to get such a sweet cheering up, but i can imagine how this kind of cheering up works splendid.
M

P.S. Bee hope you aren`t perturbed because of my seriously lacking ability of sending PROPER e-mails??? ;)

Äh ...sorry =)

beedaily September 13 2009, 02:06:21 UTC

A pleasant unexpected though, right? I hope so. I cheer the only way I know how. *grin*

*laughs* I loved your e-mail difficulties! It was like opening up all sorts of boxes, waiting to see which one contained the present! ;D

latine September 12 2009, 16:31:47 UTC

"Sometimes that’s a problem of his, the knowing better and the doing it anyway. Especially with her."

That sentence is glorious.

beedaily September 13 2009, 02:06:47 UTC

Sums it up pretty well, doesn't it? =)

thelifentimes September 12 2009, 16:35:34 UTC

I love you. have I told you that lately? because I do. (writing that made me think of "I doooooo, cherish youuuuuu". THROWBACK)

Come to connecticut right now. or call me. I guess that will do too since you need to make a living or so I hear.

xoxoxoxoxoxox

beedaily September 13 2009, 02:13:30 UTC

Anytime, my dahling sweetheart. This is what you get for not believing me when I say I'm going to do something. I lie only...oh, all right. So it happens a bit often. But whatever. Not this time, eh???

OMGGSPAAZZ. 98 Degrees. Whatttt? Remember Nick and Jess? Remember how much I loved them? Good ol' days.

I don't think I'm going to work tomorrow. My swine flu is out of control ("Stop calling it swine flu, Britnee. Otherwise you're going to be walking down the street one day and will suddenly find yourself thrown in a white van and dragged off into isolation by some medic radical. Won't be so funny then, will it?" "Right-o. Thanks, Mom."). I will give you a holler if I'm still alive. I might only have the energy for a text. But it will be a good one, I promise.

I love you, Olllliiiivvviiiaaa.