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Two Person RP: P.Q. and Lacey
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May 30, 2010 12:52PM
Her sharp reply takes him by surprise. He throws his head back and laughs loudly.
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He looks down into her greyish blue eyes and notices that in the light, they seem to sparkle and what he thought at first, under the flourescent light of the library, was mousey brown hair, in the sunlight was actually light golden brown with streaks of bronze. His face suddenly gets serious, "You really are a strange girl, you know that?"
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He realized he'd put his foot in his mouth. Reaching out, he took the heavy bookbag from her, slinging it over his shoulder like it was no heavier than a pillow. He smiles at her apologetically, "I didn't mean it like that. I don't know why but for some reason, when I'm around you, I say and do the wrong things....I guess you make me.....nervous", he admits, searching her eyes, waiting for her to laugh at him. He felt so unsure of himself in her presence.
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"It's not an act." he twists around so she can't get hold of the bag and smoothly places his arm around her just as the bell for homeroom rings (Brinnnnnng) "Well, come on then. We're going to be late!" He pulls her close to his side, the feel of her body touching his makes his blood boil...
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((you are such a tease, you know that? lol))"okay, I can see you are a little uncomfortable with the PDA. Can I at least walk you to your first class?"
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Becca hesitated and replied, "Yes, I guess I can give you that pleasure." and then she smiled.
((LOL Yeah I kinda thought you would! I'm fine. Are you enjoying your Holiday? How is your throat today? I'd like to give a shout out to NewMoon Girl who's following this RP. She says she really is enjoying it))Okay, so seeing Becca's smile was like looking into the Sun. It seemed to light up her whole face. He thought she was cute before....He smiles back. "You might be a strange girl but to me you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
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He cocks his eyebrow, looking down at her as he smirks. "Well in that case, it wouldn't be jumping the gun if I ask you out?" They walk to the open door of her first period class. People are starting to notice the "odd" couple standing in the hallway, his arm resting above her head as it seems he's pinned her against the wall.
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((My holiday's been busy, rearranged furniture and cleaned carpets, painted... as for my throat, it's okay but not back to normal. Hey New Moon Girl! Thanks!))
His eyes light up. "Really? Wow, okay. How about a movie and maybe dinner? Or we could find a concert to go to. What kind of music do you like?" (Brrrrnnnng) The bell for class to start interrupts them...
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She doesn't love music? That's really odd. "So the movie's then?"
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Meet me there? Did she not understand the meaning of the word "date"? His lips turned up, showing his one dimple, "How about I pick you up at your house, say around 7:00 tonight?" He knew that tonight was Friday "date night" and all his buddies would be there with their prospective dates, girlfriends, or just flavor of the week.
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This was one argument she was definitely not going to win. "No, it's okay. I'll pick you up...and I don't want to hear another word about it!" Before she could say anything, he leaned close, "I can't wait to see what you look like all gussied up", as he quickly gave her a peck on the cheek, turned and walked to his class, knowing he would get a stern talking to for walking in after the late bell.
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That night Becca was waiting anxiously by her front window. She had dugged deep into her closet to find some clothes her mother had bought for her the past summer but she never liked them until now. She wore a black halter top that clung to her figure and a pair of designer jeans that showed off her skiny legs and to complete the outfit she wore a pair of black sequined flip flops. She then decided to try some make up and frustratingly added some mascara and eyliner and pink lip gloss to give her an extra edge. She smiled at the new look she came up with, her mother would be proud. She clung to a small black purse and stared out the window, nervous as a tick.
Brad was having a time finding something to wear. Why was he so nervous. He'd been on dozens of dates, but the thought of being alone with Becca made his palms sweat. He finally decided on a chocolate brown polo shirt that showed off his tanned skin and contrasted with his green eyes, and a pair of faded out blue jeans. He stepped into his brown plaid vans and sprayed on some cologne, grabbed his keys and jumped into his midnight blue Ford F150 and headed to Becca's house.As he pulled up to her house, he couldn't believe how quaint it looked. An image of an English country cottage came to his mind as he gazed at the white picket fence that surrounded the white clapboard bungalow. He walked through the short gate and up the cobblestone walkway, up the steps to the wide front porch. It had a porch swing and he imagined what it would be like sitting in that swing with Becca, his arm around her as they enjoyed the quiet night. Taking a deep breath, he was just about to knock on the red front door when suddenly it swung open....
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Brad's eyes traveled from the glittery black flip flops, up her shapely legs, over her surprisingly flat stomach, and quickly glanced at her small but firm breasts, the cleavage clearly showing from the black halter top, finally coming to rest on her beautiful, grayish blue eyes no longer encumbered by the thick ugly black framed glasses. Her lashes were extremely thick and long....and her lips..all he wanted to do was gather her into his arms and plant a kiss on her rosy pink, glistening mouth. "Wow, you look incredible! Are you ready to go?"
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God she was stubborn! "Listen, if I have to pick you up and carry you to the truck...I will. Now, how do you want to do this...?" He cupped her chin and raised her head so if she didn't catch the seriousness of his voice, she would certainly see it in his eyes.
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'Holy crap! What is it with this girl? She keeps acting like I'm going to haul off and hit her or something. Why can't she just chill?'Climbing into the drivers' side, he sighs heavily, "Listen Becca, I don't understand why you're acting like I'm going to swoop down on you and tear you to pieces, but I can assure you, I won't bite." He looks over at her slight frame, her neck straight as a board, refusing to look at him. It was so frustrating! Reaching out, he lays his hand lightly on her bare shoulder. Her skin is so soft and pale...
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Brad has had plenty of experience with girls. He knows when they're putting on a brave face. His hand moves from her shoulder, his fingers sliding up her neck to gently caress her earlobe. "Hey, it's okay", he whispers, "Just relax and I promise to show you a good time." He pulls her forward and very quickly places a chaste kiss on her lips. Releasing her, he steps on the gas, the truck lurches forward and they're off..
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((I really liked that!))Brad exits the truck and walks up to her. He slips his arm around her slender waist and leans close to her ear, "I've wanted to do that ever since yesterday in the library. Maybe you'll let me do it again sometime?" He uses the hand behind her back to guide her up the street to the theatre box office...
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((I'm lovin this whole thing!))
He was just about to say something witty, when at the sight of her pulling out her wallet made his thoughts scatter. 'What the Hell is she doing?' He stayed her hand. When she looked up at him, eyes filled with confusion, he shook his head,"Have you never been on a date before? You know, DATE? It means the guy pays your way!" His voice softens and he smiles, "Just put your money away and let me pay, okay?"
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((Wow! there's a severed t-storm right now...wow, the wind and lightning is outstanding!))
((there is here too! It just came up out of nowhere))Brad looked at her as though she had grown two heads and a tail. "What? Why would I let you pay my way? That's the guy's job." He placed the money on the counter and retrieved the tickets. Taking her hand in his, he led her into the theatre. As they were walking to the movie room, he leaned close, getting a whiff of her hair. It smelled so good, like something tropical. He couldn't place it but the scent was heavenly. "We don't have time to discuss it right now, but later, after the movie, I want you to tell me what kind of "boyfriend" you had that made you pay, for both of you!"
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Becca shrugged, "He's in the past, it's better that way." She replied while looking down at her feet, refusing to meet his gorgeous eyes. "Let's just go," she murmured. She had no intention of telling this mysterious boy about her past, no matter how amazing he was. She had no idea what would happen if she opened up that old world again, would she crumble to pieces? or would she just lose her grip on her sanity?
Stopping her suddenly, he pulled her into the aclove just before going into the darkened theatre. He had to make her understand that he wasn't like that; that she could put her trust in him. "I don't know what that jerk's problem was, but you deserve to be treated better than that." He looked down into her startled face, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Her mouth soft and round seemed to call to him, "kiss me", it was saying. He found himself leaning in, closer, until his lips found hers. 'Oh God! Her mouth is so sweet, so moist'. His head started to swim...
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Brad sees the confusion in her eyes combined with something else....regret? Wanting to reassure her, he grips her upper arms, willing her to look at him. "Hey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It's just...you look so....so...kissable, I just couldn't help myself." He was going to say more but they were interrupted by the usher who shined his flashlight in their faces. "Hey, what are you kids doing back there? The movie is about to start so you better get to your seats."Brad wraps his arm around Becca protectively and leads her into the already darkened room...
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Brad noticed her pale slender hand. It seemed to be inviting him. So, without thinking, he clasped her hand in his, entwining their fingers. Her shoulders weren't the only thing on her that was soft. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand, his heart swelling in his chest. It felt right somehow. He laid his other arm across the back of her seat. He tore his eyes away from her hand and back to the screen....He stared blankly ahead as his mind wandered to the strange yet intriguing girl beside him...
((Oh, BTW, I got your letter yesterday. It was so sweet and way too flattering, but thanks so much for stroking my ego. lol))
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If you had taken a gun and put it to his head, Brad wouldn't have been able to tell you what was on that screen. He hardly noticed when the credits started to roll. He never wanted to let go. The lights came on, snapping him out of his trance. "Uh, wow, movie's over. Maybe it would be better to wait until the room has emptied. What do you think?"...
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((already? That was fast! I really meant what I said.))
((you are the sweetest person!))"Well, I thought we could get something to eat. Are you hungry? You didn't get any refreshments before the movie."
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((Thanks! Was that really your first fan letter?))
((You're welcome, and yes, it was.))((Oooh, she trips? Good one!))
Before she could hit the floor, Brad caught her in his arms. "It's okay, I've got you." It was the first time he'd felt her whole body against him. He sucked in his breath. She was soft...not hard like the cheerleaders he was used to dating. They worked out just as hard as the guys and the result...hard bodies, no flesh, just muscle and bone.
Becca was all woman. He loved it.
