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Elena
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Jul 22, 2011 08:21AM
"way to be secretive." jeremy said slumping into a chair
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Gwen nodded, all business, and called light to her hand. She kneeled down and pressed it to his chest. "Better?" she asked.
"Whatever. He should be fine now. So if you don't mind, I'm going to go get my book, which is what I came here to do in the first place," she said with a sigh. She walked away, towards the one shelf of books that were actually interesting.
Jeremy fallowed Gwen " looking up more poetry?"
"Asking more questions that are sure to get you socked in the face?" Gwen asked, looking through the poetry books without glancing at him.
"I like asking questions."Jeremy said looking over her shoulder."but my face would not do well socked so I'll stop."
"Oh goodie. Yay. I can live in peace," Gwen said sarcastically, grabbing her favorite book of poems by Mark Strand and sitting down.
Jeremy fallowed her."but I can still talk just no questions."he said looking at the book."what's your favorite poem?"
"That's a question smartie," Gwen said, not answering.
Jeremy sighed."sorry I can't help it, it would help if you ANSWERED once in awhile."he said
"Fine. If it'll make you go away, it's called The Last Bus," she said, looking up at him impatiently.
"aw but I know you like my company deep down."Jeremy said grinning."never hear of it."he added
"Of course you haven't," she muttered, turning to page 29, where she knew it was. "Here. Read it. Expand your little brain," she smirked, handing the book to him.
Jeremy sat down next to her and read the passage being quiet for once.
Gwen watched him silently as he read, enjoying the quiet.
When Jeremy finished he looked up at Gwen."very nice, your poetry taste is very unique."((I tried to find it but....heh..))
((oh lol. I would type it out butit's kinda long. You should read it sometime though(: ))
"Yeah, this guy's poetry is really disturbing. That's what I like about it, it's not all flowers and sunshine," Gwen said, talking like a normal person for once. Her love of poetry was apparent in her voice, and in the way her eyes shone.
"Yeah, this guy's poetry is really disturbing. That's what I like about it, it's not all flowers and sunshine," Gwen said, talking like a normal person for once. Her love of poetry was apparent in her voice, and in the way her eyes shone.
((I will :) ))Jeremy looked at her fascinated."you really do love poetry, I'm sorry that I took your journal."he said.
Gwen shrugged. "It's okay, I guess. I've just never let anyone read my poems before," she knew she should stop talking to him and being nice, in case he got the wrong idea, but she was starving forsome social interaction.
Jeremy smiled at her."well your a great writer."he said "I'm surprised no eye rolling nothing."he teased.
Gwen was shocked to find herself blushing. "Uhm, thanks. And don't think I'm trying to be nice to you. It's just my angel breaking through, is all," she said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I like your angel side."Jeremy said smiling."ut oh what did I do now?"
"Brought out the angel side," Gwen said with a sigh. "And now she won't go back. Ugh. You suck." now Gwen was stuck being nice to him because her dumb angel decided she liked him! Grrr.
Jeremy smiled seeing the change of heart."my lucky day."he said laughing.
"Yeah well, enjoy it while it lasts," she grumbled, but smiled back at him.
Jeremy grinned wider "see told you, you do like my company."he said jokingly.
"I'm hardly ever social. Any company is a welcome change," she defended.
((lol sorry, epic notifaction fail!))
((lol sorry, epic notifaction fail!))
((lol s'all good))Jeremy shook his head."don't worry babe I won't leave anytime soon."he teased taking out a random book
"Don't 'babe' me!" Gwen growled. "What've you got there?" she asked, gesturing to the book.
"sorry what can I call you then?"Jeremy asked looking down at the book"Othello"he said "I'm a classic kind of reader."
"You can call me Gwen," she laughed. "Oh, cool. Me too. I prefer Hamlet though," she said.
"really I haven't read much by him, Plato though."Jeremy said thoughtfully."but nicknames are so fun."he said pleadingly.
"Plato's good too. And Gwen is my nickname. You don't get to make your own," she said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"aw but...please!"Jeremy said kneeling down and looking up at her sweetly.
Gwen bit her lip, thinking oh my god that is so cute, wait what?!?! "Oh, fine," she caved.
"hmmmm let me think abut this..."Jeremy said thinking. "have a favorite flower? or writer?"he asked suddenly.
"Hmm. I really like Maya Angelou's writing. And no, I don't do flowers," she said, scrunching her nose.
"no flowers? hmmm may I point out Angelou has Angle in it."He teased "okay what about Maya as a nickname or gypsy?"he said
"Nah, I don't like the name Maya. Why would you call me gypsy?" she laughed, ignoring the angel comment.
"because I dunno it's cool gypsy somewhat enchanting...like it?"He asked bright eyed.
"Gypsy...yeah, actually, I kinda do," she laughed and then raised an eyeborw at him. "Enchanting? You think I'm enchanting?"
"yes...."Jeremy said blurted out. He smiled getting up and sitting back next to her."yes Gypsy I think you're enchanting."he said
"Interesting," she said, trying to hide her blush. "Most people would just say bitchy, but okay." she turned her head away from him, thinking, What is wrong with me?!?
"well I see both."Jeremy said watching her. I really shouldn't do this...
She looked back over at him. "Shouldn't do what?" she asked curiously, not realizing he that he hadn't said that out loud.
"wait how did you know I was thinking that?"Jeremy said alarmed.
"Oh, you didn't say that out loud? Whoops," she laughed. Then she saw his alarmed look. "Remember? I can read minds...I told you earlier, right?"
"right..."Jeremy said wanting to hit himself,now he would have to be careful."your lucky,.."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Got some big bad secret up there?" she teased.
"um pshh no.."Jeremy said glancing away you are an idiot Jeremy get it together.
