The Roof; Monday Afternoon.

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It might be best not to ask how A.J. got big pieces of plywood up on the roof. He wasn't entirely sure, either, but they were there and so were his paints and it was a gorgeously misty kind of day, perfect for inspiration, and so he was going to have some fun.

It might be best not to ask how A.J. planned on moving them once he was done, either.


[[ open! Having Monday off = calm before the storm! ]]

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A.J.'s face did sort of scrunch a bit and he slumped oh-so-slightly as he tried to ignore the errant foot in his shin and the pain it caused. He bit his lip, and moved his hands to her elbows rather than her shoulders as if that would hold her better.

"Not helping, is it?" he asked worriedly.

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Annette knew she kicked him by the thud against the toe of her shoe (she was still wearing her school uniform) and she said a feeble, "I'm so sorry."

It wasn't helping but she was thankful for any and all efforts on his part. "It makes me want... to say the F word A.J. and... I never say the F-F word."

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A.J. kept holding her, just taking a slight step back to avoid the feet, because at least it seemed to keep her arms down (although it wasn't easy) and maybe they'd get tired before he did? (Fat chance).

"Do you want me to say it for you?" he offered.

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"It could help my f-frustration but you don't have to. Wouldn't be n-nice of me...to ask that." Annette's head jerked with her leg and she suddenly said, "Whooo!" This was insane!

"Think I...I should just go to my room. I-I could tie myself down...or...something. I-I-I man! This sucks!"

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"Do you think you even could lie down?" A.J. asked. "I mean, you know...oh, and? Fuck fuck, fuckity fuck fuck. There." He grinned at her. Clearly, he didn't have the sort of barriers against swearing that Annette had. "Hopefully that helped relieve some of the tension?"

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"I...could throw myself on my bed." It was worth a shot. And she totally cracked up at A.J. and gave him the thumbs up, even though hers were doing that hooking back thing. "I...thanks A.J. I love y-you for that. Okaythen, guess I-I'm going to work my way back. Dammit. Been so-so hard getting up those...s-steps Whoo!"

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And A.J., reluctantly, let Annette go, arms ready to fly up to cover and protect his face if one of those hooking thumbs went straight for his head. "You...sure? You need any help?"

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"NahI'mokayA.J.thanks!" She turned and kicked her way towards the door, her head jerking with her thumbs. Hopefully she would encounter no one else on the way to her room.

"Remember A.J. this is n-not the...real me!"

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"'Course not," A.J. said, pressing his lips together against a grin before calling out, "You usually dance a lot worse than that!"

Joking, of course, he thought maybe some humor would help.

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Annette laughed, or tried. "You...know that's not true! Y-you love dancing with me! I-I'm the jukebox queen!" And she was gone. She probably stumbled down a couple stairs but she was okay. She was made of tough stuff. Probably.