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His hand reached into his pocket and he pulled out a small device with no number pad. Gemma looked at it blankly.
"Apple as in those colored laptops?" She asked thinking of her old orange one. "How... could they make a phone if they were previously in business with computers? And... wouldn't the ear bud destroy your ear drums if the sound went directly to it as opposed to around it?" Gemma was genuinely confused. She didn't know that phones were like that. Hell, she never even had a phone. The last cell phones she remembered were huge and had a large battery pack in front of them, had number pads, and flipped.

Troy placed the ear bud in her ear. It felt odd, and - not surprisingly - intrusive. Part of her wished she could talk to a historian, or a professor. She could claim to be a late 20th century buff, and talk to him about that. That would work. She smiled slightly before the small, white ear bud fell out of her ear. Again, it was a lot for her to take in, and it was hard, but she told herself that she would get it done.

((Okay. I have quite a few things to say. 1) Yes, I used the orange laptop reference from Legally Blonde. 2) Do you know anything about Calculus? 3) If yes, what do you know about either a) function analysis, b) using the limit definition to find dy/dx, and/or c) finding the equation of a normal/tangent line?
Those are the three huge problems on my math final tomorrow and I am freaking out. Any and all help would be deeply appreciated. lol. Sorry.))

Gemma smiled slightly at Troy. "Why would teenagers need to make secret calls?" She asked curiously. She smiled when he kissed her. The contact was nice and she trusted him. At least until his hands crept under her sweater and he began to tickle her. Without being able to help herself, she broke their kiss to let out a type of musical laughter. She realized while he was subjecting her to this form of torture that it had been a truly long time since she had laughed at all.

((I've simply accepted the fact that I'm gonna fail. I'm tired, and I have to give my friend a complete crash course in this year's french class in about an hour. Yay. lol. Sorry. I'm just too tired to even think positive. lmao. I haven't seen Legally Blonde the musical. I'm not really interested in it... was it good?))

Gemma nodded, now understanding the function of the earpiece. She smiled a little when he made that joke, but then he kept tickling her, and she began to laugh again. She felt absurd, laughing like this. Troy stopped to let her catch her breath, smiling at her. "Having fun, love?" He asked. She nodded mutely. It was nice spending this time with him. She had never let anyone in before, not like this. She felt accepted by him, and it was nice.

((Yeah... it was a funny movie. Bend and snap! And I'm sure that saying that and walking to a feminist rally would be a bloodbath. Speaking of bloodbaths, I was just speaking to my friend about how many times I would get shot if I walked into a French or English bar durning and England-France game. Whichever bar I was in, if the other team scored, I would speak in either a French or English accent and groan about it. Everything would stop, I would be shot by a bnch of drnk Europeans. lol. {align]

Gemma looked at Troy, and responded to his kiss by doing the same to him. She kissed him gently, as he would her. When he pulled away he smiled at her. "You have a very pretty laugh and tickable sides. Trust me when I say, you will be doing that a lot when I see you sad." He said, pulling her up onto his lap. His warm hands against her cold body felt nice, and welcome. No one had been so... gentle with her before. "You can try making a call to me if you want with the other ear piece that wraps around, I can answer from the house phone."Gemma looked at Troy for a moment and shook her head.
"I want to stay right here for now. With you."

Gemma returned Troy's warm smile, while she lay her head in the small gap between his neck and shoulder. She could faintly smell his bodywash, and she enjoyed it. It was comfortable and not awkward. "I don't want to leave yours either." She said. He responded back with a quick quip. "You still kiss pretty incredibly for such an old woman." With that said, he kissed her sweetly and playfiully, but she could still feel the sentiment behind it. She pulled away, gently teasing him.
"You know, I'm just as old as you. I was just... stopped." She said, making light of her situation.

Being with Troy helped lessen the pain. It didn't seem so long ago that she had to be babysat every minute of every day just because she had tried to end her suffering. She was made a child, not to be trusted. That had the effect of backfiring and angered her further. She would not admit that she had a problem, and if anyone asked now, she still wouldn't admit it. She was so afraid of being fat, and not looking her best, that she starved herself for it. And even then, it still wasn't enough. She felt so bad hat she needed something to control. The one thing that she could was her own body. She could do whatever she wanted to it. That pain was muted when she was with Troy. He was the person that she could lean on when times got tough, and even if it didn't feel like it now, he would be there for her through everything. Somewhere underneath there was still the fear that he would leave and she would be alone again. Led on by these fears, she whispered a murmured "thank you" to him.
"Thank you for being there for me, when I needed someone the most." She said. She was getting tired, and she was so cold. She shivered slightly, before curling up in his arms a little more.

She kissed him a few more times, enjoying the warmth he brought her. "Okay, so I had an idea for tonight... since my love is shivering... I'm going to make a nice warm dinner for us, then I'm going to confine you to a period of no less than an hour two sitting on my lap while I do homework, and when that's done... how about we take a long warm bath together... cause we seem to not want to leave each others arms." Gemma looked at him skeptically. She laughed slightly. "Yes to the dinner, yes to the homework." She stared at him for a minute. "Don't press your luck." She said. She smiled at him. "Pervert." She muttered under her breath.