Seven Minutes in Heaven [Inactive]

"Not really numbed. Just all drugged up." She said with a small chuckle. "With my first surgery, they took out some of my brain tumor. Then I kept having seizures. They said they didn't take all of it out."
 
Carissa


I outright laugh at his unease. "Don't worry," I tell him, sitting up and brushing myself off. "It's okay." My eyes glittered with amusement.
 
Noah let himself inside the house. Seeing as the party was already starting, he seated himself on the couch. There was only one familiar face in the room which was the host. He met Nessie at some gay bar months ago and she hooked him up with some hot bartender so the girl won his friendship from the very beginning. Noah got up from his seat and grabbed a piece of paper from the table and jotted his name down with a little heart at the end. Satisfied with the writing he folded the piece of paper and slipped it into the box. With that done, Noah took his seat back on the couch and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his brown jacket.
 
"So in this last surgery the took the rest out?" Siraa asked hopefully. He hated hearing that people had problems, especially ones this serious. Glancing back at the scar he made a cute little sad face unintentionally. Glancing towards the room where Hunter and Carissa had disappeared into, he smirked a little. "I wonder how Hunter's holdin' up."
 
"Sorry, it's just my legs," He lied slightly. Well the legs part was true, but everything else would not be said. "But we're supposed to do something, right? I mean that's the point of this… 'torture' he wanted to say, but didn't. "Arrangement." that was a better word. "Yeah, I'm not experienced in this. I'm sorry." He said as he looked over at the girl. He felt bad. She was nice, but he just wasn't ready.
 
"Hopefully. I still have seizures every now and then. That is why I have my Doberman. He is pretty much a service dog and guard dog." Quinn said. She frowned at Siraa's sad face. "Lets hope his legs are okay."
 
"We could go slower," I offer. "Sorry about you're legs." I shift myself off him and settle on his armrest.
 
"No, it's fine…" Hunter trailed off. "Well we are on a time limit, so um I really don't know what to do at this point." he chuckled, very nervously. 'awkward. awkward. arwkard'
 
"Oh yeah." Siraa remembered, having the memory of a goldfish, suddenly worried. He noticed a guy walk in, his 'Gaydar' immediately going off, making him smile a little. Looking back to Quinn he smiled lightly, "Well it's good to know your terrifying dog is actually a good pup." He said chuckling nervously, dogs had always scared him a little.
 
"Think of this as an experiment. Say yes if it's okay," I tell him. I gently lay a hand on his chest, leaning down. "Yes?"
 
Quinn chuckled. "His name is Ragnarök. It comes from Norse Mythology." Quinn took her phone back out and hit something. It unlocked her car and the large dog came running through the door.
 
"Uh, sure," He said, leaning with Carissa. Hunter thought a million thoughts at once, one being 'just get it over with.' 'Aw f*ck this is awkward.' He decided in his mind
 
Hayden arrive late. She really didn't want to go, but it's rude not to right? She parked her car in the only spot left. Hayden wore a a pair of skinny jeans, a tank top with a flannel t-shirt paired off with a pair of black flats and her hair in her usual high bun on the top of her head. She smiled and got out of her Truck, locking the it and then stated walking towards her friends house. Hayden walked through the door and saw lots of people all around everyone. She wrote her name on the piece of paper that she had received.


(I'm free to talk too and I'm here!!
 
"No It's fine." Hunter said. "Don't let my awkwardness get in the way of…things." He said truthfully. "Just go for it."
 
Siraa tensed up when the Doberman quickly ran towards them, gripping the couch with all of his strength. "S-so how'd it know to come?" He asked, his voice wavering a little.
 
"He was trained since the age of 2 months, he is 5 now." Quinn said while petting Ragnarök. She turned to look at the door and saw another girl come in. She had a high bun and looked pretty lost. Quinn signaled for the girl to come and sit.
 
"Whatever," I tell him, but make a mental note to take it easy. I gently trace my finger up and down his shirt, satisfied with what they feel like. "Stand up?" I request, biting my lip and looking up at him through my lashes.
 
"Okay," Hunter said, and carefully brought himself to a standing position. His legs still ached from weight and strain, but it wasn't too bad. Once standing he flinched at the continuous pain. "Standing," He said to Carissa.
 
Siraa looked in the direction Bubblegum waved for a split second, it seeming like Nessie had all attractive friends. But he then stared at the dog again, scared of it.


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"Nice," I murmur, pressing myself up against him and slightly moving my hips. "Good?"
 
The dog whined and slowly moved closer to Siraa. Quinn looked at the two of them. "He won't hurt you."
 
"Super." Hunter said genuinely. It wasn't hard standing up, but she should know Hunter was not going to move unless she told him otherwise.
 
Siraa held his breath as the dog moved closer to him. "Why did he do that." He asked, his eyes glued to the large brown and black dog. He never knew why but he had always been weary of dogs.


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"He is saying he wants to be friends." Quinn said with a smile. The dog sniffed Sirra's leg.
 
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