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Date Posted: 10:25:34 03/04/07 Sun
Author: Lucian & Whitney
Subject: If you left it up to me, everyday would be a holiday from real
In reply to: Savatore/Rachelle 's message, " This is that day cause I can feel it
You know the type of day you ain't lettin' bad vibes invade your spirit
As the birds chirp your favorite tune " on 09:56:10 03/04/07 Sun

He bad been basically convinced that this day was a good idea the moment that Rachelle had murmured in his ear that morning something about making it worth his while later - besides the physical rewards he was bound to receive, it also made a world of difference to him that she was so excited about everything, and so pleased by his agreeing to join her for the day. Savatore's griping was keeping him entertained at the present time - though Luke wasn't typically much of a morning person either, he found himself strangely wide awake and almost a little bit enthusiastic for the day ahead of him. "Kids on Wednesday, cats next Sunday. Sorry I forgot to tell you..." He dead-panned the statement, but then broke a soft laugh and speared at his friend's stomach with the end of the rake, not so gently because they were boys after all and playing gentle was for babies - as usually he was easily distracted from his tasks. "Damn it Savatore, you're here because I'm here and you know it. And I'm here because a very adorable, very sweet, very manipulative girl caught me at a vulnerable time. And she said please. And pouted." He prodded his friend's chest now and then stepped back a little to guard himself against any response. It would figure that the two boys would be the only guys there wearing 'casual' outfits that together probably cost easily a grand, and they had definitely driven up in his Range Rover, and they probably could have paid their household help to do the clean up tasks for them - but they were trying to make Rachelle happy... Or at least, Luke was. Somehow Sav had just gotten suckered in to it. Lies had definitely been told.

Given the opportunity and she could more often than not sleep until noon, but when she made plans to do something like this she usually even woke in the few moments before her alarm even went off. She just enjoyed projects like this. It was a total bonus that this was organized through school so hopefully she would get to spend some time with some other kids. Being the new kid in high school was a tough thing to figure out, even though she tended to draw people in with her pretty girlish looks, bright eyes, and sometimes boisterous personality - it could still be tough, and being here gave her the chance to be around other students with similar interests at least. She was elbow deep in water in the middle of helping scrub clean a wall when her new friend had arrived so she didn't see her until she heard the greeting and then an immediate grin lit her features as she tossed her scrub brush in to the nearby bucket, holding her arms out a little so that they didn't get her any more wet than she already was. "Hey! I promise I am not growling or grumbling!" A light laugh escaped her lips and she briefly scanned behind Rachelle before looking back to the other girl again, her brows raising in interest. "You brought boys? That's great! We need some serious muscles. We have a truck full of trees and other stuff to unload..." She hated to sound like a poor little girl, but, well, she was just a little girl. Shaking the rest of the water from her hands, she then wiped her palms on the thighs of her faded jeans, a thin white long-sleeved tee fit to her petite torso over a black tee beneath, a kelly green hoodie abandoned in the grass nearby, her soft blonde waves tied back messily - she was at least dressed appropriately for the day of labor ahead of them...

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I don't know why I don't pause to weigh the consequences -- Savatore/Rachelle, 10:37:37 03/04/07 Sun