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Two Person RP: P.Q. and Lacey
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May 27, 2010 07:17PM
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(Okay, do you want to be the guy or the girl? How about we make it to where they meet in a library. He's a football, macho kinda guy and she's a nerd who has her nose stuck in a book. He's not in the best of moods because he's having to do a book report, but when he sees her, Becca, he can see right off the bat that she's rather pretty behind her tortoise shell glasses and baggy clothes. He walks up to her)
((Gosh Girl! Love your idea! I'll be the girl? I want a switch, in the other RP I'm the guys! LoL!))
P.Q. wrote: "((Okay. So I guess my name is Brad or Chad?))((Do I hit the reply button or the post button?))"
Uh, excuse me. I was wondering if you could help me with something...
Becca looked up from behind her glasses and peered straight at the body of a model. "Uh, what do you need help with?" She asked softly.
Lacey wrote: "Becca looked up from behind her glasses and pured straight at the body of a model. "Uh, what do you need help with?" She asked softly."He liked the softness of her voice. It was almost musical and sent shivers down his spine. "I'm kinda lost. Do you know where I can find Classic fiction?" He looked through the ugly glasses to the soft blue grey eyes of the strange girl.
As she got up from her seat, he noticed how delicate she was, barely reaching his shoulders. She looked like a small child compared to his wide muscular frame. "That would be great! My name's Brad. What's yours?" He reached around her to skoot her chair back under the table. It made a screeching noise. People jerked their heads up, startled out of their book trances.((let me know if I'm being to detailed. I can trim it down a bit))
She blushed, "Thank you, my name is Becca." She replied through a sheet of her long silky hair.
((It's fine))
((It's fine))
"That's a pretty name. How come I haven't seen you around before?" As he waits to see what direction she's going to take.
He threw back his head and laughed, causing people to stare, again. She was surprisingly fiesty. "Yeah, I kinda have A.D.D."
Becca smiled, "so it seems. Okay were almost there." She took one sharp turn to the left and another immediate turn to the right and then they were there. "So, this is where your book should be." She gestured to the bookshelves in front of them.
He realized that she was about to walk away. He wasn't ready for her leave yet. "Wait, do you want to help me find the book I'm looking for? I don't know shit about the drewy deciple system."
The stood in front of the rows and rows of old books. It smelled of dust and old paper. He turned toward her, positioning himself in front as he loomed over her, resting his hand on the shelf over her head. "So....Becca....what grade are you in?"
"I'm a senior," she replied in a distracted voice as she looked through the various books. "Wait, what book are you looking for again?" Becca asked sweetly.
Brad reached out and lightly cupped her small chin, turning it up so he could look into her unusual eyes. "You know, Becca...you have the most incredible eyes I've ever seen." His hand comes up and he proceeds to slip them off.
Becca blushed a deep red, "I don't know about that..." She looked into his incredible green eyes. "Yours are just as beautiful."
((OOOH, this is getting good!))"You're a senior?" His brow creased. "I'm a senior too. I can't believe I haven't noticed you before".
"Like I said, you seem to have overlooked me..." She turned her head to the side to hide her embaressment.
He gazed at her, his eyes raking over her, taking in her frumpy clothing. He could definitely see how he might have overlooked her. After all, he had an image to uphold. But up close, she was really cute. Take off those baggy clothes, putting her slim frame into a short skirt and tight tee, contact lenses...."Well, I'm sorry I did that. And I swear it will never happen again."
Becca shrugged, "don't worry, it happens all the time." She finds the book he is looking for and hands it to him. "Well, I believe this is the book you were looking for." and starts to turn around.
He reaches out, grabbing her arm lightly. He doesn't want to scare her by being too forceful. "Hey, if you can wait while I check this book out, I'll walk you to your car or whatever. Or I can drive you home...." He tucks the copy of "To Kill A Mockingbird" under his arm and drapes the other over her shoulder.
((gtg to bed now. I hope it wasn't too boring. I like to work my way up to the steamy stuff. Stoke the fire, you know? Do you want to do this again?))
Becca blushes deep crimsion, "Uh, I usually just walk home..." She shivers at his touch, still nervous around a guys touch since the incident.
He takes it that she's cold. "Hey, are you cold? Would you like my jacket?" he starts to take off his lettermen's jacket..
"Wait!" he only has to take two long strides to catch up to her. "I said I would walk you or drive you home, and that's exactly what I plan on doing." He reaches out and grabs her arm to stop her.
He realizes that he's scaring her but can't seem to figure out why. He puts up his hands in surrender, "Alright. If you say so. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" Just about that time, a group of his football buddies come walking up. When they see Brad talking to the plain frumpy girl. They call out to him. He jerks his head up and automatically takes a few steps away from Becca.
Becca shrugs seeing his football buddies and quickly steps futher away from him, not wanting to ruin his reputation. She quickly decides it's best for her to leave and quickly walks home trying to forget the guy who stepped into her life like a God, or close to one.
((Wow, that was really good for the closing. Shall we go to next day? I'm only going to be able to do it for about ten minutes then I have to go fix dinner))Brad looks around searching for Becca. He feels horrible for what he did. He had to find her and apologize. Pushing his way through his "buddies", he runs up and down the halls, but there's no sign of her. Refusing to be discouraged, he vows to find her tomorrow before school and walk her boldly to class. Everyone else be damned! He looks out onto the front lawn of the school and all the students who were boarding onto the buses or climbing into their cars and says to himself, "Becca, I WILL see you tomorrow. And you won't be able to get rid of me again so easily."
Becca arrived early to school the next day, it was typical of her to do so. She made her way to the court yard and sat at a table fixated under a willow tree. She pulled out a book and begun to read.
Brad was just coming out of the gym from doing his morning "routine" of power lifting and running around the track, when he spotted Becca across the campus, sitting under a willow tree, completely absorbed in some book. He smiled as he made his way over to her.He cleared his throat to get her attention.
Becca looked up to stare into the most green eyes she had ever seen and then realized it was Brad, she quickly begun to pack up her stuff, wanting to flee from this guy that captivated her thoughts.
Brad reached out and put a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Wait! Where are you going? I....well I just wanted to say...." He ran his free hand through his thick dark brown hair...
Becca froze. "You wanted to what?" She asked softly. What could a guy like him want from a girl like her?
Becca shrugged, "You didn't hurt my feelings. It's better this way anyways." and started to walk away.
"Hey, you really are good at that....walking away. I'm trying to apologize for being a jerk and all you want to do is just leave...disappear. Is that your answer for everything?" He hisses through his teeth. Okay, by this time he's gettng a little tired of her Houdini act. But at the same time, he is finding himself terribly intrigued by this girl. She seems like all she wants is to blend into the walls....
Becca turned around shraply, "Well excuse me for not wanting to talk to one of the most popular guys in school. What can I do for you?" Becca snapped, she was irritable but at the same time happy to have someone willing to talk to her.


