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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 8, 2008 21:28:04 GMT -5
He looked to her, could her past be as bad as his? He wondered for a moment before she spoke once more. Ah, I’ll try to remember that then. Maybe by then we can be friends or something and I’ll take you for a trip to the cafe that is so grand, but watch out for the people at the center tables, I've hear they can be a bit testy He teased a bit as he laughed toward her. He cocked his head lightly as he smiled.
Yea.... He said as if to say, I’m at a loss of what to say to you. He looked over her. This happened to be the first person he had really talked to. He could recall the female who talked to him at the fence, but other than this...he didnt know anyone. He sighed a bit as he motivated himself to spit in the bottle once more. he wanted to ditch this habit but had no help in doing so seemingly every time he caught the craving he tried to suppress it, having no luck lately he was beginning to give up to it. |
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Post by Ryan Green. on Mar 8, 2008 21:43:09 GMT -5
oh, really? i hear that they're amazing people, and also stunningly attractive. ryan smirked at him as she finished speaking. her words where a bit more quiet, and filled with a playful tone. she had leaned forward once more. she didn't know why, or what, was making her be so open and inviting with someone that she didn't know for more than just a few minutes. but, regardless, she didn't stop herself. in other words, she didn't put up her defensive wall and drive him away. for some reason, she wanted to talk to him. and she wanted, for some crazy, unknown reason, to tell him about her. maybe they could relate, or something along those lines.
ryan sighed, drumming her fingers on the table top once. she just realized that her latte was missing. her head tilted down slightly, she glanced over to the table that she had been seated at before, just in time to see her abandoned drink tossed into a trash can by a cafe worker. "ah well," she though, "that was my fault." looking back towards drake, and brought up the random topic of school. she was hoping for him to give her the positive answer to the following question. so, can i assume that you're a canterbury kid?
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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 8, 2008 22:01:02 GMT -5
He bit his bottom lip as he smiled. Well they are right. he responded to her first line. He felt a bit embarrassed as he had just said that, but it was true. He had greatly enjoyed her company as this far in the conversation had gone. His own frame shifted forward when she did but he gave a smile toward her as he did so in a mocking type way. He was beginning to relax a bit more with her. He felt a bit stricken by her, this was most defiantly a first for her.
He laughed a bit yea, I’m a canterberry kid he gave a shrug. I was forced to come here, but not that im here...and well here, im getting to like it a lot he gave a bit of a smile as he shrugged his shoulders to her once more. He looked at her Im expecting you are as well He just left it to that, and waited. |
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Post by Ryan Green. on Mar 8, 2008 22:19:43 GMT -5
ryan had felt a bit of heat rise into her cheeks as he complimented her. she looked away for a moment, but then found herself staring back into his face. her eyes darted around his features, her expression falling into nothingness as she admire him. she never did this. this was so unlike her. why was he suddenly allowed past her barriers?
his voice broke through her thoughts and pulled her back to the surface. was he saying that he liked being her because he had met her? ryan was growing more and more mentally cautious; it was almost like she was forcing herself to not let him in. she wasn't that kind of person. she didn't let people in. that was just how she was, at least, ever since her brother's death. she couldn't live with knowing and loving someone and then, just like that, having them taken away from her. without her being able to dictate what happens in someone's life, she couldn't bare to become close to anyone just in case something did happen. because then she would be alone again. and she didn't want to go back to the place where she had been after her brother's death. she wouldn't go back to that place.
yeah, i am. she replied after a small, awkward silence had formed in the conversation. she forced a small smile, but was sure that he was able to see right through it now. she was growing slightly uneasy. looking away from him, ryan sighed and drew her hands back into her lap as she straightened up in her chair. hey, listen, i actually have somewhere to be, ryan lied with a strained tone of voice. she made to stand up, collecting her things, but hey, maybe i'll see you around?
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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 8, 2008 22:29:52 GMT -5
He looked over at her as he sighed. He developed the moment that passed into a gut feeling she was indeed lying. Form shifted as he nodded. Yea. I guess. he said lightly to her as she gathered her items up and began to leave. Shoulders shrugged as he motivated himself to spit his dip out and pulled the sandwich as it had sat there for a while now with his eyes upon it.
Unwrapping it he finally sighed deeply as he felt he had done something wrong. He played with the edges of the bread and began to peel the corner off. He popped it in his mouth and began to chew it lightly. |
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Post by Ryan Green. on Mar 8, 2008 22:35:46 GMT -5
the teen lifted the strap of her messenger bag over her head and situated it onto her shoulder. with a small sigh, she smiled faintly down at drake, seeing him set the bottle he was using for spit aside. concentrating really hard on not commenting about that, ryan walked away from the table and towards the door. as she reached it, she paused to glanced back at the table; but with a defeated sigh, she pulled the cafe door open and walked out.
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