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Post by Meta on Aug 29, 2009 15:40:21 GMT -5
Brody looked at her and sighed. He was trying to take his mind off it, but she wasn't helping. He ducked under the net and went over to her, pulling her to the side. "You don't have to play if you don't want to."
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Post by Ham :) on Aug 29, 2009 16:12:40 GMT -5
Iris nodded, feeling like a bit of a burden on his life right now. "Look, I'm gonna call a cab. I don't feel well."
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Post by Meta on Aug 29, 2009 16:29:22 GMT -5
Brody looked at her, "Are you sure?"
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Post by Ham :) on Aug 29, 2009 16:35:27 GMT -5
Iris looked at him for a second, then shook her head. "Yeah," she said, turning around and going back to the towel.
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Post by Meta on Aug 29, 2009 16:43:32 GMT -5
Brody followed her, "You don't have to go. If you go home, all you're gonna do is think about this.."
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Post by Ham :) on Aug 29, 2009 16:53:01 GMT -5
"I don't want to be here," Iris mumbled, grabbing her back and calling a cab on her cellphone.
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Post by Meta on Aug 29, 2009 16:56:51 GMT -5
Brody heard what she said. "Why not?"
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Post by Ham :) on Aug 29, 2009 17:08:43 GMT -5
Iris slammed her cellphone shut after not getting and answer and turned to him. "I just don't want to, Brody. I just don't want to. Okay? I'm pregnant. I can't just not think about it!"
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Post by Meta on Aug 29, 2009 17:56:14 GMT -5
Brody put his hands up. "Fine, then go home." He had just been trying to help. He walked back to the volleyball game, where their friends were.
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Post by Ham :) on Aug 29, 2009 18:01:47 GMT -5
"Fine." Iris tried calling the taxi again and got someone. She picked up her bags and walked to the boardwalk, waiting.
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Post by Meta on Aug 29, 2009 18:36:29 GMT -5
Brody joined the game and smiled, trying to have fun with his friends, but he still couldn't get his mind off Iris.
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Post by Ham :) on Aug 29, 2009 20:45:47 GMT -5
Iris stood up when the taxi came and looked back to the beach. She saw Brody having fun playing volleyball and clenched her bag in her hand, aggravated. She got in and told the driver her address.
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Post by Meta on Aug 29, 2009 21:08:02 GMT -5
After the game, everyone went down to the water. Brody jumped in and then walked back to his towel. He took out his phone, thinking about texting Iris.
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Post by Ham :) on Aug 29, 2009 21:09:18 GMT -5
Iris got home and went up to her room, feeling nauseous.
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Post by Meta on Aug 29, 2009 21:37:59 GMT -5
Are you home? Brody texted her.
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Post by Ham :) on Aug 29, 2009 21:46:17 GMT -5
Iris went into the bathroom and got sick. Pregnancy sickness. She grabbed her phone after rinsing her mouth out and texted a simple: Yeah
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Post by Meta on Aug 29, 2009 22:14:16 GMT -5
Brody was glad she got home okay, but he felt bad. He told his friends he was going to stay with Iris and grabbed his stuff. He had to call a cab too.
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Post by Ham :) on Aug 29, 2009 22:18:33 GMT -5
Iris crawled in bed and put her head face down in the pillow, holding her stomach.
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Post by Meta on Aug 29, 2009 23:01:42 GMT -5
Brody took the cab to Iris's house and paid the driver. What are you doing? He texted her as he walked to the front door, leaving his towel on the porch.
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Post by Ham :) on Aug 29, 2009 23:16:33 GMT -5
In bed She texted him back, throwing the covers over her head.
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