A sister's good fortune! (James and gomjabbar)
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				Title: <strong>A sister's good fortune! (James and gomjabbar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 16:16:06</strong>
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				No one ever trusted the weatherman, did they? He always had that false smile, and he was never short on exaggerated promises. Joshua sure didn’t, but today he was genuinely happy that the man had been wrong. The forecast that day had guaranteed heavy rain, but instead the skies were nearly stripped bare: aside from the occasional white cloud, the sunlight was intense. It was on days like these that the boy was thrilled that the family had invested in a pool, two years post. It took up most of the garden, but everyone loved it. Joshua was sitting by the poolside with his legs submerged, the cool liquid embracing him up to his knees. It was always so cold at first, and he always had to challenge himself to dive down before he actually did it. He thoroughly enjoyed the self-inflicted pressure, and he couldn’t suppress a bright smile from spreading across his lips as he lifted himself off the edge with his arms, and sunk down in the light blue colored water. The chill enveloped him, instantly sending his heartbeat into a higher pace. <br><br>The boy was a talented swimmer, and he prolonged that first moment beneath the surface before pushing up. He fought against the persistent cold, and he would’ve loved to stay in for a longer moment if the absent voice of his mother hadn’t reached his ears. <strong>“Joshua! They’re almost here, get dressed!”</strong> The boy raised his arm and stifled a lazy wave at his mother so as to confirm that he’d heard her. Of course he was happy to see his sister again, but not enough to give her the privilege of dressing up right. She was getting married, and all eyes were naturally on her. Joshua remembered the many fights they’d had, but over time the rivalry had dissipated and he did admit that he missed his sister. He swam over to the ledge and pushed himself out of the water, glad to find that there wasn’t a freezing breeze up there to embrace him. There really wasn’t any wind at all, and it only took a second before he could feel heat replace the chill of the water. He held his arms out in front of him and examined them, curious to see if he’d begun to develop a tan. <br><br>His eyes continued down across his chest and stomach, past the black swimming shorts and trailing down his legs. He was eighteen, only a few months away from nineteen. He worked out some, and was very glad to have built up some definition on his stomach and his arms. The boy instinctively slid a hand through his short, dirty blonde hair before making his way inside the house. Joshua was insecure about his appearance, just as any other teenager. In spite of that, he had a better exterior than he realized, but the fact that some of the girls from school had begun to talk about him was a rumor he easily denied. Besides, he’d be the last person to admit it, but he did have a lingering interest in other guys, a fantasy that was so much stronger than anything else he’d contemplated, but only in those brief moments of excitement that he allowed it. He would always feel guilty for thinking about it, in spite of how good it made everything feel when he was alone, tucked beneath the warm sheets of his bed. As he passed by the kitchen, his mother gave him a stern look. <br><br><strong>“Get dressed, Joshua.”</strong> He wasn’t used to seeing her in this state of stress, it was amusing. His father was away on a business trip, and he wouldn’t be arriving until a few more days. Joshua was just passing by the front door, about to head upstairs, when he heard the doorbell ring. Without stopping to think about who it might be, he strutted over to the door and pushed it open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A sister's good fortune! (James and gomjabbar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 03:01:46</strong>
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				The proposal occured four years, seven months, and eight days after Burke and Joslyn met accidentally in line at the bank, three years, ten months, and nineteen days after Burke finally pursuaded Joslyn to go on their first date at sushi bar, Joslyn's choice.&nbsp; Burke, a tightly wound stock analyst, couldn't help but fall for the lively Joslyn, a college graduate who'd found little real-world applications for her Bachelor's of Arts in Philosophy, hopping from job to job and city to city.<br><br>The flight from New York to Phoenix was grueling; the rather large man in the seat next to Burke was more than happy to talk anyone's ear off, and Joslyn stared out the window, wondering how anybody could live in that patchwork quilt of farmer's land in the midwest.&nbsp; Driving in the rental car brought little relief to the couple, a Toyota Prius (Burke insisted on it - for the gas mileage), that happened to be black and having problems with the air conditioning.&nbsp; <em>Fucking Hertz</em>, Burke thought to himself.<br><br>By the time they'd arrived at Joslyn's parents house, shimmering in the already unbearable June heat, neither Joslyn nor Burke were in much of a mood to greet family, or in-laws.&nbsp; Burke had only met them a handful of times in the last four years, only enough to recognize faces, barely recall names, and know little enough about what subjects were appropriate with whom.&nbsp; Joslyn herself had hardly been home as well, frequently not even having enough money to make it back for Christmas.<br><br>They dragged their measley amount of luggage to the door with them - it was too expensive to fly with more than the bare necessities, and a few neatly secured toys.&nbsp; Waiting on the doorstep, they rang the doorbell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A sister's good fortune! (James and gomjabbar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 04:29:11</strong>
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				Joshua couldn’t help his eyes from widening in surprise. He didn’t recognize the pair at first, but it didn’t take a long time for that reaction to fade. His sister was beautiful, and that was a quality that only appeared to improve with each passing year. The teenager had a habit of disappearing every time the entire family joined together, and this was the first time he’d actually seen her in over two years. Well, there might have been a few pictures, but they hadn’t really done her justice. His eyes scouted across her only briefly though, and a bright smile had already replaced the surprised expression. <br><br>Joshua had only <em>heard</em> about Burke, and that was only when he’d been unable to avoid the conversation. His eyes glued to the man and stayed there for a moment, eyes darting up and down his body as subtly as he could manage. This all happened during the course of a few seconds, and Joshua barely had time to say anything before his mother approached from behind him. <strong>“Joshua, put some clothes on!”</strong> The kid simply rolled his eyes at his sister, knowing they’d have time for proper greetings later, when he wasn’t half-naked and soaked in water. The distinct scent of cuisine being prepared had filled the house, and he knew dinner was coming up. Perhaps it was lunch, he didn’t really care about what they called it, and it didn’t matter. <br><br>He headed upstairs and passed by his room for a fresh change of clothes before pacing over to the bathroom for a quick shower. Joshua lingered beneath the relaxing and hot stream of water, staying longer than he should have. His thoughts wandered off, touching on a multitude of topics before unwillingly arriving at him, <em>Burke</em>. As much as he tried to push the man out of his mind, it just wasn’t quite possible. He suppressed a sigh before turning the water off and stepping out of the shower cubicle, rolling his eyes at his half-flaccid erection before wrapping a towel around his waist. <br><br>Twenty minutes later he was on his way downstairs, dressed in a pair of dark-blue jeans and a black shirt that, as far as he was concerned, was a good contrast to his dirty blonde hair. He found Joslyn and Burke and gave them a genuine smile before moving in to embrace his sister in a hug. As she stepped back to introduce Burke, Joshua extended his hand towards the man, looking up at him with glazed eyes. A second later, they could all hear the shout that the mother exclaimed. <strong>“Dinner’s ready!”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A sister's good fortune! (James and gomjabbar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjöllnir</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 00:46:59</strong>
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				When Joshua greeted them at the door, sopping wet and wide-eyed, Joslyn laughed, though Burke retained his upright and formal demeanor in the face of hilarity.&nbsp; As her little brother disappeared up the stairs at the demands of their mother, Joslyn ran to hug the older woman.<br><br>"Mom, it's been too long!&nbsp; I'm so glad to be back."&nbsp; She gestured to Burke, who walked slowly after her from the doorway, making sure the door was shut behind them, their suitcases left standing at the bottom of the stairs.<br><br>"Mrs. Edmunson, is there a place you'd like us to put our luggage?"&nbsp; Burke stood halfway between the luggage at the door and the women near the kitchen when he asked, looking rather awkward and out of place in such a spacious home.&nbsp; In New York, he'd grown used to small spaces and loud noises; here it was a bit too quiet, too roomy and open, and it made him feel uncomfortable.<br><br>"Please, Burke, darling, call me Carla."&nbsp; Joslyn's mother smiled; the two of them echoed each other, lithe, dark-haired, olive-skinned, but Carla's eyes were brown and Joslyn's were green.&nbsp; Carla too, was a bit shorter than her daughter.&nbsp; "Marshall can get your luggage and take it to your room for you, come inside and do settle down. You must've had an awful long trip."<br><br>"Quite," Joslyn laughed, pecking her fiance on the cheek.<br><br>Marshall Edmunson, husband to Carla and father to Joslyn and Joshua, stood in the kitchen, a tall, lanky man with mousy brown hair and bright green eyes.&nbsp; He was garbed in a white t-shirt, jean shorts, and an apron as he cooked dinner.<br><br>"Marsh, honey, would you get Joslyn and Burke's luggage and take it to their room for them?&nbsp; They're exhausted from the flight!"&nbsp; Carla's laugh was boisterious, as was her manner of talking.&nbsp; Everything was here way, specifc and neat, in little boxes, just the way she liked it.<br><br>Smiling, Marshall nodded in agreement.&nbsp; "Just make sure the food doesn't burn, please.&nbsp; Burke, why don't you help me out?"&nbsp; The two men carried the suitcases up the stairs to the room that was once Joslyn's, now a guest room.&nbsp; They didn't speak as they worked, neither of them sure of what to say to each other.&nbsp; When they returned to the mainfloor, Carla stood over the food cooking on the stove hollering, "Dinner's ready!"
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