Artie Abrams (high_roller) wrote in new_directions, @ 2010-08-28 08:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | artie, tina |
[Saturday afternoon, Artie's house, Artie/Tina]
"Oooh, Artie's girlfriend is coming over!" Lizzie Eliza teased shrilly, looking like an evil spirit in a froofy pink ballet costume.
"Stop teasing him, Lizzie," her mother said. "Your brother's nervous enough as it is."
"We're not going to do anything questionable, Mom," Artie said, becoming defensive at the faint teasing note he heard in his mother's voice. "I'm just going to hang out and spend time with my best friend. Last time I checked, that wasn't a crime."
"It still isn't," Mr. Abrams broke in, giving his wife a chiding look. "We should get going or Lizzie's going to be late for her class and we'll be late for our meeting." He grinned at Artie and ruffled his hair. "Have a good time, sport."
"Thanks, Dad."
Artie waved goodbye to his family as they left through the front door, then went to the den to check on it for the dozenth time. To keep the house from seeming too empty, he decided to busy himself with practicing the guitar.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps...*
*from "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" by the Beatles; written by George Harrison