If I only had a brain..

Peter Daniel Tolbert Age 19 Literary Arts Major

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"Yeah.  He’s Voltaire." The dog snorted in agreement. "He has no idea how to bark, so he just snorts," she laughed, "I think he’s part pig, to be honest."  She shifted her gaze from the black dog to Peter with a smile and found herself getting lost in his deep brown eyes.  A loud sneeze from the creature snapped her out of her reverie, hopefully before it became noticeable.  "He’s also kind of a mess."

[peter-tolbert]

Peter laughed at the dog, leaning down to pet him before straightening out quickly. "He's a cutie." He said, as the dog sneezed. "Certianly..." He said laughing. He reached and rubbed the back of his neck, staring awkwardly around the room. "S-so...shall we be off then?" He said, stepping a bit out and offering for her to go first.

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When the sound of knocking filled her room, Emmy began to scramble, immediately nervous.  For what, she didn’t know.  ’It’s just Peter,’ she kept saying in her mind.  Her tiny French Bulldog hopped off his resting place on her bed and running toward the door snorting, managing to trip Emmy up in the process.  ”Shit,” she muttered as she caught herself on her dresser before she straightened up.  After checking herself in the mirror, she decided to throw a lightweight, red peacoat on so that she looked at least somewhat classy.  Finally ready, she prodded the dog out of the door’s way with her foot.  ”Hey,” she said with a smile as she opened it.

[peter-tolbert]

Peter's first glimpse of her, was red. She was beautiful in the daytime as she was in his bed. Focus, Peter. He looked down, to see a ball of..dog, sitting there. "You have a dog? I didn't know you had a dog." The dog snorted. Peter smiled up at Emmy, a goofy grin on his face.

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As the clock in her room read 4:40, Emmy figured it was probably time to put her crossword puzzle away and get dressed for coffee with Peter.  She refused to believe it was anything close to a date, so the whole girly “ohmygod what am I gonna wear?” thing wasn’t necessary.  Her hair was already combed, makeup already done, so all she had to do was pull on a pair of jeans, a top, and a pair of Chucks to get ready.

[peter-tolbert]

Peter never knew how many graphic t shirts he owned before now Star trek, star wars, portal, my little pony. He had practically no plain shirts to speak of, except for a dress shirt. So, being the idiot that he was, Peter was  on his way, in a dress shirt, to pick up Emmy. Emmy, the sound of her name made Peter smile. Who would have thought that just one night could change everything for the man? He stopped, seeing the door where she lived. A deep breath, and the sound of him knocking was echoing through the halls of the dorm.

[peter-tolbert]

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Harrison: You know, gossips.

Harrison: Maybe?

Harrison: I'll bake you a cake.

Peter: I am not confirming or denying the fact that I had sexual relations with a pretty girl.

Peter: Thanks for the condom by the way.

Peter: Red velvet.

[peter-tolbert]

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Harrison: I've heard you had sex for 3 days is that true?

Harrison: and hi

Peter: I don't think sex for 3 days is physically possible. Maybe.

Peter: hi.

Peter: who'd you hear the 3 day sex thing from?

[peter-tolbert]

Text to harry

Peter: Where have you been? Haven't seen you in forever.

[peter-tolbert]

Text to Emmy

Emmy: 5 sounds great

Peter: Good er... great! I'll pick you up then?

[peter-tolbert]

Text to Emmy

Emmy: Most of the time, honestly.

Peter: Does um..5 sound good?

[peter-tolbert]

Text to Emmy

Emmy: Yeah, sure. That'd be nice.

Peter: Great!

Peter: Um..when are you free?

[peter-tolbert]

Text to Emmy

Emmy: Just the usual. Doing homework, hiding away in my room, being generally antisocial. And yourself?

Peter: Pretty much the same, but with star trek added in.

Peter: Um..would..you be interested..in getting coffee sometime?

Peter: With me.

[peter-tolbert]

Text to Emmy

Emmy: There is...

Emmy: Is that a bad thing?

Peter: Not at all! I think.

Peter: so... what have you been up to?

[peter-tolbert]

Text to Emmy

Emmy: I'm doing alright.

Emmy: So are my things.

Emmy: HOW ARE YOU?

Peter: That's good.. that your things are good.. I mean, that your good..

Peter: I'm good.

Peter: There's a lot of 'good' going on right now, isn't there?

[peter-tolbert]

Text to Emmy

Peter: So.. uh..we haven't.. talked in a while..

Peter: How are your things?

Peter: I MEAN HOW ARE YOU?

[peter-tolbert]

@PeterT: Whats with all these deep quoted tweets?

[sophia--monroelarson-blog]

Take your time. It’ll be fun though if you do decide to go. I promise. [smiles up at him] We’ll get you to break out of that shell a little.

[peter-tolbert]

I think if you can manage to squeeze me into something other than a starfleet uniform, It'll be a godsend.

Seriously, Harry might worship you.

[sophia--monroelarson-blog]

It was only a suggestion. It’s the… 8th, I believe.

[peter-tolbert]

*rubs the back of his neck* I'm..unsure. yet. Dances make me..awkward.

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[peter-tolbert]

Peter started off slowly, drawing each thrust out as long as he could, his breath hitching in his lungs as he thrusted forward each time. "God..Emmy..you're a goddess.." He said, his breathing heavy. Slowly he gained speed, his hips acting on their accord.