| Lopez' Household; enter if you dare (NC-17) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 7 2010, 05:47 PM (988 Views) | |
| Santana Lopez | Jun 7 2010, 05:47 PM Post #1 |
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Santana lives with her father Eduardo (Eddie) and 3 brothers; David, Omar and Emilio. Her mom bailed on them when Santana was only 6 |
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| Quinn Fabray | Jun 7 2010, 06:03 PM Post #2 |
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You suck, You Suck, You suck
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*i locked my car up and walks upto the door and knocks on the door* |
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| Santana Lopez | Jun 7 2010, 06:10 PM Post #3 |
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'Ugh why is there never anything on tv!' Today had been an exceptionally draining day, Coach Sylvester had made them work 3 hours overtime and Santana's muscles were numb. 'At least no one is home'. *is taken back by knocking on the door* 'Oh right.. I invited Quinn' *walks to the front door and opens; seeing the taller blonde with her usual 'Im better than you expression'* "You made it.." Santana gives a light smile.. "Come in" |
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| Quinn Fabray | Jun 7 2010, 06:18 PM Post #4 |
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You suck, You Suck, You suck
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*smiles* "yeah in one peice body aching" i say stepping in the house |
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| Santana Lopez | Jun 7 2010, 06:26 PM Post #5 |
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*leads Quinn to her room* which is still the pink colour she's always had, her dad refused to let her paint it, he still viewed her as his little girl and it was one of the reasons why Santana usually prefered staying anywhere but her house, but Quinn has been one of her best friends for years and have had stayed over numorous times *slumps down on the bed* "So.. what do you wanna do?" |
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| Quinn Fabray | Jun 7 2010, 06:31 PM Post #6 |
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You suck, You Suck, You suck
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"um anything but cheerleading" i say "i cant believe finn with Berry" i say the thought of him with her makes me shiver |
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| Santana Lopez | Jun 7 2010, 06:36 PM Post #7 |
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*snorts* "Yeah I am so dead. I cant believe coach made us do 1000 push-ups, shes insane!" *she cringes at the thought of Rachel and Finn together* "I dont know why you havent made one of your fullblown bitchattacks on him yet.. Are you like.. sick?" Edited by Santana Lopez, Jun 7 2010, 06:36 PM.
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| Nathan O'Connel | Aug 8 2010, 07:02 AM Post #8 |
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Nate stood in front of the Lopez' house, pondering whether or not he should push through with this or just walk away while he still could. Well, maybe this was the best way to apologize to Santana. After all, there was no one to see her talking with him, so no risks of her popularity going down or anything. He paced back and front in front of their door, before finally clenching his fist, ready to knock, only to pull it back again at once. He turned around and faced the empty street, closing his eyes and thinking to himself. Okay, come on Nate. She hates you, but that's why you're here. Jesus was crucified for your sins, apologizing for yours is the least you could do. You can do this. |
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| Santana Lopez | Aug 10 2010, 04:41 PM Post #9 |
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Thinking about all the crazy shit that had been happening today, Santana decided a jog around the neighbourhood would be a perfect distraction. However she was out of breath and her legs had begun cramping when she finally reached her house, and it didnt take her long to notice a familiar boy standing by the front door. Ugh. Just what I needed She pulled out her earplugs and turned off the deafening music. "What are you doing here?" she spat at him in ragged breaths |
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| Nathan O'Connel | Aug 11 2010, 01:32 PM Post #10 |
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Nate jumped at the sound of Santana's voice coming out of nowhere, almost dropping the bag of cookies that he was holding. He wasn't sure if he should bring anything, but his mother reminded him not to be rude. He would have brought flowers, but it might send the wrong message across. He just grabbed the first thing he could find at home and brought it along with him. He noticed Santana, little beads of sweat dripping down her cheeks. It took Nate a good dose of silently prayed Hail Marys before he decided to avert his gaze off of Santana. "I...just wanted to apologize for what I did. I was out of line," he replied sullenly, looking shamefully at his feet. |
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