When their car pulled up to O'Neills house, Raegan wanted to bust down the front door and go on a mission trying to find the young lad she hadn't seen in forever.
Unfortunately, Raegan's parents were going to wait.
"I swear they're home. You can leave now," Raegan said while taking out her duffle bag."
"I refuse to leave not knowing you're okay, young lady," her mum told her from the front seat.
"Have it your way," she said closing the door. "I'll see you two soon. Love you."
Raegan ran in a full sprint to O'Neills front door and rang the doorbell. "SKIPPPPPPPER! Guess whooooooooo," she called from the outside.
"Gunner!" he yelled as he opened the door. He *almost* hugged her, stopped himself and instead punched her in the arm with a stupid grin on his face.
"What no disgusting pus-filled Dragon Pox for me to make fun of?" he said, waving to Raegan's parents to reassure them. He even gave them a cheesy thumbs up sign.
"D'you need my mum to talk to yours or anything?" he asked.
"Well I wanted to save one for you, but they wouldn't let me. Then I tried to sneak one out and they found it. Damn those magical people I tell you," she said, shaking her head.
Raegan turned to her parents and also waved to them. "Nah, they don't need to talk. They just wanted to make sure they weren't dropping me off and some psycho was hiding in the flower bed and then slit my throat or something," she laughed.
After watching her parents drive off, she gave O'Neill the biggest hug ever. Throwing her arms around his neck, "I'll hug you if you won't hug me. I've missed you TONS so I'll do whatever I want and I don't care what you have to say about it."
He gave her a quick, awkward squeeze back, a little color coming into his cheeks despite their well-established JUST FRIENDS status.
"Er, so come in and all. It isn't fabulous or anything," he warned, after he'd stepped away from her, "but my mum's real nice, and she's baked all sorts of things for us to eat."
He held the door open for her and then called, "Mum, Raegan's here!"
Mrs. O'Neill came out of the kitchen, looking like her fat, old, cheery self. She had a good deal of flour on her apron and some in her hair, but she walked over to Raegan anyway, and gave her a quick hug.
"Hello dear," she greeted her, "you can put your things in O'Neill's room, you'll be staying in HIS bed, and him on the sofa, unless you prefer the sofa dear, either way it's up to you."
"My apologies," Raegan said, which sounded like she was a butler and got in trouble by her employer. "I'll remember to keep that in mind next time."
She almost fell over when O'Neill opened his door. "Holy shit, Skipper! I'm glad you cleaned up for me," she laughed. "But I think my room might actually be dirtier than yours. Imagine that one."
"And what a lovely boodwar it is. Fuck the French. They smell bad anyways."
She carefully made her way to his trunk, trying not to break anything that was out of sight. Closing the trunk, she sat on it and leaned back. "So what's on the agenda, mate?"
"Does your mum need up with anything? I wouldn't want to be a shitty guest. Besides, what if she spies on us thinking you know what," she wiggled her eyebrows.
"I would say it but it's illegal around you, right?"
O'Neill made a VOMIT face & gesture as Raegan hinted at reproduction and shrugged, answering her other question, "I dunno what she's baking, honestly. Cookies, cakes, biscuits, something amazing I'm sure though. We can go ask her if she wants help."
He stood up and opened the door grandly, "After you, Gunner-dearest."
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Unfortunately, Raegan's parents were going to wait.
"I swear they're home. You can leave now," Raegan said while taking out her duffle bag."
"I refuse to leave not knowing you're okay, young lady," her mum told her from the front seat.
"Have it your way," she said closing the door. "I'll see you two soon. Love you."
Raegan ran in a full sprint to O'Neills front door and rang the doorbell. "SKIPPPPPPPER! Guess whooooooooo," she called from the outside.
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"What no disgusting pus-filled Dragon Pox for me to make fun of?" he said, waving to Raegan's parents to reassure them. He even gave them a cheesy thumbs up sign.
"D'you need my mum to talk to yours or anything?" he asked.
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Raegan turned to her parents and also waved to them. "Nah, they don't need to talk. They just wanted to make sure they weren't dropping me off and some psycho was hiding in the flower bed and then slit my throat or something," she laughed.
After watching her parents drive off, she gave O'Neill the biggest hug ever. Throwing her arms around his neck, "I'll hug you if you won't hug me. I've missed you TONS so I'll do whatever I want and I don't care what you have to say about it."
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"Er, so come in and all. It isn't fabulous or anything," he warned, after he'd stepped away from her, "but my mum's real nice, and she's baked all sorts of things for us to eat."
He held the door open for her and then called, "Mum, Raegan's here!"
Mrs. O'Neill came out of the kitchen, looking like her fat, old, cheery self. She had a good deal of flour on her apron and some in her hair, but she walked over to Raegan anyway, and gave her a quick hug.
"Hello dear," she greeted her, "you can put your things in O'Neill's room, you'll be staying in HIS bed, and him on the sofa, unless you prefer the sofa dear, either way it's up to you."
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She almost fell over when O'Neill opened his door. "Holy shit, Skipper! I'm glad you cleaned up for me," she laughed. "But I think my room might actually be dirtier than yours. Imagine that one."
"And what a lovely boodwar it is. Fuck the French. They smell bad anyways."
She carefully made her way to his trunk, trying not to break anything that was out of sight. Closing the trunk, she sat on it and leaned back. "So what's on the agenda, mate?"
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"I dunno, I mean, Guildford's got alright stuff to do," he shrugged, "Want to go skating later?"
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"Does your mum need up with anything? I wouldn't want to be a shitty guest. Besides, what if she spies on us thinking you know what," she wiggled her eyebrows.
"I would say it but it's illegal around you, right?"
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He stood up and opened the door grandly, "After you, Gunner-dearest."
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