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Katherine and Noelle ~{Part 1}~
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Jul 29, 2015 11:03PM
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What A Meeting
Guy A is from an adoptive family and so is Girl A. They both have problems and that helps them to connect when they meet each other at a bar. Afterwards they continue to talk and get closer to each other, until they're in love. But when they meet each other's parents, they learn something they'd never thought. They're twins.
Name: Enrique WoodsNickname: Kiki
Age: 22
Appearance:
Enrique stood outside of a brick building, leaning against its wall. He could feel the brick even through his favorite jacket as he took a long drag from his newly lit cigarette. Enrique shoved his free hand through his hair as he shook the ashes from his cigarette. He let out the smoke as he watched people mill about in front of him. He sighed softly before taking another drag and promptly letting it out. Nothing like a good bout of nicotine to give him a better perspective on life.. Not really.
Enrique peered at her with grey eyes, his eyes skimming her. His mouth tipped up to one side and he produced a lighter out of the air, holding it out to her. Enrique pushed away from the wall to leave after she had taken it but rested back it again. Something about her compelled him to stay and talk with the dark haired beauty next to him. Enrique glanced over at her again and came up with the conclusion that she could make a pair of sweats and a big tshirt look sexy. Enrique stayed quiet, having been one to start conversations. He liked to see who actually wanted to talk to him.
Enrique smiled slightly back at her. "And I'm Enrique." he said. He wasn't going to tell her his nickname. Only people he was close to him called him Kiki. Enrique took a drag from his own cigarette and blew it out opposite of Jo. He looked down in his hand as his phone buzzed. Damn. He needed to go home and deal with his little sister. Technically, they weren't siblings. They hated each other. The only reason they called themselves siblings was because that's what court documents called them. Enrique had been adopted into the family from almost a year old and his little sister and him at odds since she was born.
Enrique threw his cigarette to the ground and ground it beneath his boot. He made his way over to his car, if that's even what you could call it. He got in and made his way home, only to find his little sister gone. Enrique growled under his breath and texted her, telling she needed to get back home before her parents found out where she was and what she was doing.
Enrique waited impatiently in the front porch, taking out another cigarette and lighting it. He waited, the sky decided to let out a drizzle as Ainslie parked her car on the curb in front of the crappy house. Enrique said nothing as he followed her into the house and closed the door behind himself. Once inside, he grabbed her arm and spun her around. One look at her red eyes and he knew exactly what she had been doing. "Dammit, Ainslie. Go wash up." he growled before releasing her. Ainslie did as she was told, wobbly as she walked. He was surprised she had drove home.
Enrique stayed until he had made sure Ainslie had gotten into bed, a trash can by her bed. He took her car keys and turned off her phone. Enrique left the house again, locking the doors. He hopped into his car and went back to the club. Enrique shoved a hand through his hair as he went up the walk to the club. Gosh, he was going to run of cigarettes before the night ended. He lit yet another one and took a long drag from it, looking around.
Enrique stayed outside until he had finished his cigarette then went in, going up to the bar and ordering a beer. He was going to keep it a little tamer than usual since he would be driving himself home. Normally he went with someone else but he hadn't that night. Enrique took his beer and drank heavily from it, gulping half of it down at once. He sighed and looked around the club, hoping maybe he could find that girl again. There was something oddly but subtly erotic about her.
Enrique shoved a hand through his hair, not realizing she was a couple seats away. He heard her call out and frowned looking over at her. Clearly, she wasn't willing. Enrique stood and went over. "The lady said no." he said to the man touching her. He didn't understand it but he felt protective towards her.
Enrique shrugged and a slight smile curled his lips as he watched the other man leave. "That's alright. I don't mind it at all." he responded, resting bank against the counter beside her. Enrique dragged his teeth across his bottom lip as he looked around the room before his gaze landed back on her.
Enrique didn't usually dance but he couldn't say no. "Sure." he answered then smiled widely, reaching for her hand without a second thought. Enrique took her hand and led her to the dance floor, pulling her with him.
Enrique shook his head and a full smile blossomed on his face. "That's for me to know and you to find out." he said, standing back and watching her dance for a moment. Enrique started to dance with her and realized he hadn't enjoyed himself in quite a while.
Enrique nodded and flashed a toothy smile. He had done this before. There was no mistaking that he was a player. "Nice to meet you." he said, sticking his thumbs in his belt loops and circling his shoulders in his leather jacket to readjust.
Enrique watched the other girls go for a moment then turned his attention back to Jo. His lips twitched as he contained a smile as Jo danced around him. Enrique stood still and let her do what she wanted. If she wanted to have him dance again, he would. If not, that was find with him.
Enrique looked up at the ceiling as the slow song turned on then around them as people either found a partner or left the floor. "May I have this dance?" he said playfully, bending at the waist and holding a hand out to her. Enrique was turning on the charm, trying to see if he could get her to go home with him.
Enrique let her step close then wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her a little closer as his hands rested on the small of her back. He moved slowly from side to side with her, doing what most couples were doing on the floor.
Enrique let his head drop close to her's, his eyes a little hooded. The last time he had danced with a girl like that was at prom, which had happened ages ago. Enrique listened as they swayed back and forth, the song slowly ending and turning into a much more upbeat one than before.
Enrique couldn't place the song for a minute then chuckled. "Happen to be a fan of Enrique?" he said amusedly, running a hand through his hair. Enrique smiled. His foster family was a big fan of Enrique Iglesias and often teased him about not being him though his name was Enrique. It was stupid and annoyed him.
Enrique gave a slight shrug and nodded. "Sure." he said, smiling softly at hide. Good thing he'd had the bartender activate his tab because he was drinking a lot. He also wanted a smoke but that wasn't allowed in the bar.
