To be or not to be?

[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia growled back, "I want..." She started as she slammed her fist into his stomach. "To Fight back!" She hissed.

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[Anthony Saprio]

Anthony gasped, and clutched his stomach, or what part wasnt straddled, and breathed deeply. "Wow..." He gasped. "Marital arts..." He regained his compsosure after a few minutes. "Cynthia, please. Just tell me what you want, and you'll get it." He whispered.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia growled, he wasn't doing what she wanted. She told him what she wanted. "I want you to get mad... to fight back! To be the Tony I met in sophomore year!" She yelled, her voice cracking in desperation. She started she punch his chest, crying.

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[Anthony Saprio]

Anthony coughed. "Cynthia! Stop!" He demanded, and finally grabbed her wrists, and shoved them back. "Just stop! Get a hold of yourself women." At least she didnt do anything drastic, didnt do anything like...Angel did to her, even though clearly she was obsessed.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

She glared as she fought against his hands. "Why? Why do you care?" She hissed looking away. Her hair falling in front of her eyes.

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[Anthony Saprio]

He pushed her off him, and sat on the edge of the bed, brushing his hair away. "Do you seriously love me that much?" He shook his head, and sighed.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

She sat down, hugging her knees to her chest. "Yes." She muttered before looking away. She felt embarrassed and humiliated.

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[Anthony Saprio]

"I'm so sorry Cynthia." He flung himself at her, and kissed her lips, over, and over, and over again.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia kissed him back before she pushed him away, tears falling from her eyes. "I don't want sorry. I want Dash." She muttered as she stood up and slowly walked out of the room. Her whole body ached, tears staining her cheeks.

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[Anthony Saprio]

"Cynthia! No!" He followed her, he gently took hold of her wrist. "Then have me. Monday morning, I swear, the super jock will be back. I'll get back on the football team. I'll do anything." He looked at her.

"Even buy you an ice cream sundae." His Dash smirk appeared on his lips, and he looked at her, pulling her into his arms. "I'm stupid, but eh, what can you do about it?" He shrugged and wiped her tears. "Put on a happy face." He kissed her. "Lets take a ride in the Camaro." Dash was back.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia stopped giving a small sigh. Her eyes narrowed slightly, not wanting to fall for the Sundae, but it was extremely hard. The smirk did it, or that's that what told herself as she wrapped her arms around him, taking in everything. "Okay." She mumbled, smiling softly.

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[Anthony Saprio]

He smirked and kissed her, and lifted her up in his arms, and set her in the Camaro. He buckled up. "I need to get myself out of these clothes." He groaned. "I look like a bum." He muttered, jamming the gas pedal, and screeching wheels zoomed down the road, overriding the speed limit.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia giggled when he lifted her up. She buckled up and smirking as she looked him over. "Yeah you do." She laughed, resting her head against the back of the seat. "I need to get out of this dress... It has Angel all over it." She muttered.

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[Anthony Saprio]

"I cant believed you kissed him though..." He cringed, sending his car at over 100 miles per hour. "Aww....I was hoping we could get Saprio all over it. I like that dress." He blushed, and cleared his throat, looking away.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia wrinkled her nose, "Well you broke up with me." She muttered in her defense. Her cheeks turned slightly red at his last comment. "If you're lucky." She remarked softly as she smiled at him. "And be careful with that speed, I don't think we can survive a car accident."

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