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ashby raised an eyebrow and ran his hands up and down the steering wheel, smiling proudly. "oh, charlotte knows just how amazing she is, don't you worry about a think." he said as he pulled out of his parking space and headed into the town centre, towards the bowling alley.

tasmin shook her head and rolled her eyes. "you are never getting a feel of them, that's for sure, you utter pervert." she kicked him in the side, quite hard, before crossing her arms over her chest protectively, biting her bottom lip as she concentrated on the television.
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Bryony couldn't help but smile to herself, "Why Charlotte? I mean.. you could have picked any name." she was wondering if it was maybe a girl he'd actually liked or someone he was dating in secret. For some reason the thought of him being with another girl made her a little jealous, silly silly. She gazed out the window, distracting herself from him. 

Dean frowned, "Ouch." he said simply. Stretching himself out on the sofa a bit more and watching the TV. "Not even a glimpse?"he smirked a little, pushing his luck. As always. 
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ashby shrugged and grinned. "I just liked the name. plus there used to be this really hot girl at my old apartment called charlotte." he laughed. he had been kicked out of his old apartment, for being rather destructive. he had ripped the bedroom to pieces, after getting said girl, charlotte, into bed with him.

tasmin shook her head at him but gave him a little smirk back. dean had been the only guy she had ever come across, that was able to make her smirk like that, and it wasn't a nasty smirk. she lifted up her top, but she had a bra on, so it was hardly a look at them. she stuck her tongue out and put her top down. "happy?"
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Bryony nodded her head softly, "Fair enough." she trailed her fingers along her pair leg up until they met the rim of her dress. She had been the original owner of the current apartment. After putting an add in the paper the other three showed up and took the remaining rooms. She'd thought it would be like a family, how wrong she was. "Do you miss your old apartment?" she glanced at him. 

Dean took a good ol' look at those titties. "9 and a half now, almost at ten!" he chuckled, grabbing the remote control and changing channels. "OO the news." he pretended to be interested before turning over channels. 
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ashby shrugged. "not really. it was crazy where I lived before, bad personality mixes for sure. I like how quiet our apartmnt is, most of the time, when dickhead dean isn't trying to cause an argument with me." he smiled a little as he drove along, stopping at a red light, he glanced at her. "do you miss living alone?"

tasmin rolled her eyes but smiled. "I can live with that. always round numbers from 5 up so i'll make it a ten, perfect." she crossed her legs over at her ankles and then tilted her head back, running her fingers through her hair slowly. "why don't we ever do anything fun dean?"
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Bryony shook her head. "Being alone drove me insane. Nothing to do but play with magic." she shrugged her shoulders, "I don't exactly have any friends outside the apartment either." she looked away from him, it was partially her fault for her lack of friends. She left the group of witches she was originally with because of how dark they were becoming and no one else understood her or called her a freaky witch that needs warts. 

Dean pouted a little, "No fair."he paused for a moment. "You are right.. we never do.. " he looked at her again, "What would you like to do thats fun, beautiful?" he ruffled his perfect hair, flexing his arm muscles a little as he did so. A habit he'd gained from the years of flaunting his abs. 
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ashby drove into the bowling alley centre and parked up outside, then glanced at her. "well then you do't need anyone because you have me and i'm enough for anyone to have to cope with." he smiled arrogantly and got out of the car, stretching his arms above his head. "now, are you ready to be brutally beaten at bowling?" he smirked as he walked around to her side of the car.

tasmn shrugged, as she quickly glanced along his body. jesus christ he was hot, there was no denying that. but that was all it was. stupid stupid tasmin, she thought to herself. never would she let herself get emotionally involved with a guy, ever. her temper was too strong and it would end in disaster. "I dunno. you can choose what we do. I might not agree though."
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Bryony giggled softly, undoing her seat belt and stepping out of the car. Shutting the door carefully behind her. "You really think you can beat me Ash? Think again." she smiled innocently at him, why was he so attractive. Damn him. Why wasn't he just gay, that would be easier. Instead he just went with random girls for a little while. She started to head on inside with him, "I'm sure the bowling shoes will go with that outfit you have going for you."

Dean rolled his eyes at her. "Well lets see.. we could go to the beach, cinema, arcade, restaurant, starbucks, a park, a place with a bouncy castle..etc. " He raised his eyebrow, "Any of those tickle your little taste buds?" he tickled her feet lightly as he spoke, amusing himself. 
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ashby raised an eyebrow. "see you're just going to use your magic and ruin things and all I can do is get my chunky fingers stuck in the balls.. the bowling balls." he smirked slightly and went in and over to the counter, buying them a round of bowling, as well as getting his size 12 shoes and her tiny ones. "I make everything look good, bryony."

tasmin shook his head. "you're so bloody cocky, jheeze! she pouted, feeling her fingertips getting a little warmer. damn it. the tiniest thing could piss her off. "I said you choose, so yo pick a place." she sat up slightly, wriggling her toes about, before digging them into his leg hard.
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Bryony shook her head, "And be called a witch in public? They might set me on fire in the middle of town and call me the devil." she handed over her shoes and took the tiny bowling shoes, pulling them on and tying them up. "Almost everything.. I don't think you could pull of a mankini. No offence of course."

Dean shook his head, "Feisty little you. I suppose we could go to the beach. So if you get pissed off at me I can throw you in the see and put your flames out." he grinned cheekily at her. 
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ashby raised an eyebrow. "don't you think i'd look pretty hot in a mankini? i'll have to try it out sometime." he looked at her and smiled cheekily before slipping his shoes on and then going over to their lane with her, a spring in his step as he was in a particularly good mood today, for once.

tasmin glared at him. "you wouldn't dare throw me int he see, i'd burn you before you could even carry me there." she said, but nonetheless she got up anyway. "I suppose I better go and dig out my bikini then. but no staring at me or we come straight home, get it?" she raised an eyebrow as she looked at him.
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Bryony giggled to herself, "Well let me know when you plan on wearing one, because I'd love to see it." she followed swiftly behind him to their lane. Looking up at the board with both their names on it she smiled. "Looks like I'm first." she ran her fingers gracefully over the balls, finding the lightest one and slipping her fingers into the holes. She wondered up to the lane, boom, rolled the ball and watched as all the skittles fell over. "Strike." she twirled, satisfied with her first throw.

Dean stood up straight and saluted, "YES MA'AM!" he grinned, turning and running off upstairs to find some trunks, suncream, sunglasses and a few towels. He pulled on a shirt, but wasn't planning on wearing it for tooooo long. 
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Bryony giggled to herself, "Well let me know when you plan on wearing one, because I'd love to see it." she followed swiftly behind him to their lane. Looking up at the board with both their names on it she smiled. "Looks like I'm first." she ran her fingers gracefully over the balls, finding the lightest one and slipping her fingers into the holes. She wondered up to the lane, boom, rolled the ball and watched as all the skittles fell over. "Strike." she twirled, satisfied with her first throw.

Dean stood up straight and saluted, "YES MA'AM!" he grinned, turning and running off upstairs to find some trunks, suncream, sunglasses and a few towels. He pulled on a shirt, but wasn't planning on wearing it for tooooo long. 
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ashby shook his head at her. "you totally used your powers to do that." he muttered, only loud enough so that she could hear him. he ran his hand along until he found one that his chunky werewolf fingers could fit in and then picked it up - it was the heaviest they had. he smirked and rolled it down the lane with ease, making it bounce, and getting a strike. "and that, my dear, is how it is done."

tasmin smiled a little and watched his cute butt run off to his room, before she got up off the sofa and walked to her room. she took off her top she was wearing and her panties, as pyjamas, and then pulled on her black bikini, as well as a black sundress. she packed a towel, and a couple of magazines, and a spare set of clothes, before going back downstairs.
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Bryony watched him, the way he moved, his ass, his arms, everything. She shook her head, "Show off." she jumped up onto her feet. Picking up the same ball again she wondered up to the lane and bowled. Watching the ball roll off and only hitting three or four pins. She pouted a little, going back and having to pick another ball. The remaing ones were heavy so she ended up picking it up as if it were a child, cradling it to the end of the lane and dropping it onto the lane. Watching it roll slowly off to the skittles. It missed them all.

Dean headed back down stairs and gave a little wolf whistle, "Someones looking hot. So come on, it's only a few minutes walk to the beach from here." he strutted over to the door and headed outside. 
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