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Post by Myranda on Jul 8, 2010 14:18:27 GMT -6
"I'm Craig," he said, walking with her in a bee line for the sidewalk. The nearest coffee shop was about a block from where they were, but it was worth it. Especially if it meant the opportunity to make an incredibly good-looking friend. Craig wanted to get to know this girl, but even moreso he wanted a cigarette. Yes, his addiction crept up in the most awful of times, but he had to satisfy the itch in his lungs that made him crave nicottine more than anything.
"Do you mind if I smoke?" He figured he'd ask permission, and if she said she didn't want him to smoke around her he'd just have to do it outside while she waited indoors. Either wa, he needed it in his body asap. The box-shaped lumb in his back pocket beckoned to him. And though it costed him more money to buy cigarettes than it did to pay his own cell phone bill, he couldn't help but buy them. It was almost an oxymoron how ridiculous it was, but when you're addocted you just can't stop yourself.
Dezzy gave the kid an even more confused look than she had before. Was he honestly asking to take her out for food right now? If she wasn't completely starving she would have just walked away from him. What she really wanted to say was, 'Why? So you can scold me some more?' But she just closed her eyes for a brief moment as she took in a breath and said, "Sure. Why not.."
Dezzy could see why the girls wouod swoon over him; he was pretty good looking. But, it would take a lot more than good looks to impress her. In her mind, she'd rather people think her boyfriend was ass ugly than a dumb shit retard. What really impressed this girl was a guy who knew things... Anything about anything in depth. Oh, and a man who can break dance. But who doesn't love a man who can break dance?
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Post by Jenny on Jul 8, 2010 16:28:02 GMT -6
[/i] she told him, looking down at her feet as she walked. /I guess I made a friend…maybe?/ she thought to herself. She had no idea if her and Craig were friends or anywhere near it. She didn’t mind not knowing though, it was all part of the ride. Her eyes got a little big when he asked if he could smoke. She really hated when people smoked, it was a disgusting habit that ruined lungs and even peoples teeth. She didn’t want to be rude and tell him he couldn’t. Then she remembered her asthma. She shook her head slowly. “Go ahead,” she told him quietly. Seth was beginning to feel like she probably thought he was bi polar. Which was most likely true. He felt bad for totally turning the tables on her, but he just wanted to forget he had talked to her like that. After all, Seth had had a crush on her for over a year and had never even had the guts to go and talk to her. In truth, Dezzy was intimidating in his mind. She was….unapproachable. Seth started leading the way to the nearest place to eat. He had never paid any attention to the name, he just knew it didn’t have craptastic food. “I’m Seth,” he told her, introducing himself. He pretty much convinced himself that she had no idea he even existed before this whole thing. He knew she had no reason to even care he existed. Why would she? [/ul]
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Post by Myranda on Jul 8, 2010 19:25:47 GMT -6
Craig felt bad, but the nagging need to calm himself spoke louder than his conscience. At least he could be discreet about it. He pulled a cigarette out and lit it, taking in a drag and then turning his face away from her to blow the smoke out. Already he felt better. The coffee shop was called Mon Petite Shiu, which he figured would just add to her comfort level given the french ambiance of the upscale environment.
Every time he took a breath in he turned away from her to breathe out; purely in respect for her. His clothes alwaysnsmelled faintly of smoke and cologne, so he doubted that would change with one cigarette. Besides, the smell of coffee masked the scent of everything else as they neared the shop. He pressed the cigarette butt into the standing ashtray by the door, and opened the door for her. Since he had pulled out his cigarette they had both been silent, both a little uncomfortable.
I know who you are, Dezzy thought as he introduced himself. She had countless encounters with friends thatbwould walk up to her and say, "Dezzy! You know that guy I was telling you about, Seth? Well, he sits right next to me in English!" Or, "Dezzy! You know that guy I was telling you about, Seth? Well, today, he smiled at me!" So, yeah. She knew who he was. "I'm Dezzy." She said, with a half-smile, not sure whether she was cool with this kid or not yet.
She figured he felt bad about scolding her earlier and was trying to make things right; she had to respect that. There were only two types of respectable men out there- the ones that make an effort and the assholes. The really good ones are a mixture of the two. Unfortunately, those guys are rare. It's hard to find a good balance between the two.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 9, 2010 12:33:28 GMT -6
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Post by Myranda on Jul 9, 2010 16:14:55 GMT -6
Craig ordered a black coffee; his usual. The room smelled like coffee mostly, but he could detect a hint of vanilla in the air. That was all the rage nowadays- vanilla anything. Craig could never keep up with what the kids were eating and drinking as cliques, but more often than not he saw 'vanilla' in front of every chai tea, cappuccino, coffee, or frap. Craig liked to stay consistent with black coffee; it was easy to remember the name, plus he liked the aftertaste. As they waited for their drinks to show up, Craig decided her french accent was kind of adorable.
"I wish I could quit. But, i managed to get myself addicted." Craig struck up a conversation, even using his own personal battle with nicottine as a starter. "I never thought I'd let myself lose control, but I did." He continued. He didn't plan on going too in depth with the story. He had, after all, just met this girl. And to just up and tell her everything about himself would be crazy talk.
He especially wouldn't be talking about his family any time soon. Ha, family. What he has is a pathetic excuse for a family; just his crazy ass mother and her dumb shit boyfriend who won't get off his lazy ass and marry her because he's too busy cheating on her with strippers. If Craig gave a shit about his mother he would have told her about it all; but he doesn't because she deserves it. She was the reason he lies so much, smoked, got high, drank, and has such awful commitment issues.
Dezzy faked like she was considering it too at least look modest but shook her head. "I have absolutely no preference." She said. "Wherever is fine." This much was true; she was down for eating at McDonald's even. Dezzy was cool like that- laid back. She refused to stress over anything short of disastrous because she liked to save her energy.
There was something pleasantly familiar about this boy. Dezzy felt like they were already off of the bad track and on their way to a good start, maybe even a friendship. As terrible as it may sound, she didn't mind the fact that she was being given the opportunity to go back to her friends and tell them she had lunch with the boy thwybwere all crushing on. They'd all secretly hate her, but it's kind of fun to be envied. It wasn't something she got too often.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 9, 2010 20:17:02 GMT -6
[/i]" she said. She crossed her legs under the table. She had seen all the effects of what happened when people smoke and she could say it really was a shame that anyone ever invented them. She leaned back in her seat, getting comfortable while she waited for her tea. Its not like even if she could have and wanted to get into things like smoking, she couldn't do it anyway. It always seemed as if her father was breathing down her almost every minute of the day. That was another one of the good things about moving did, she got a lot more freedom then she had back in France. Seth chuckled. "Lets just go to EJ's," he said with a smile. He hoped this was the start of something good. It be the best thing ever to happen if they even just came friends. He knew he'd have to be patient, but he didn't mind waiting. It was all part of the chase. The very fun chase. His mind soon wandered to some other things. First he thought about Chase. His probably soon-to-be next girlfriend. She was a sweet girl and obviously show interest. Well, he figured having someone else while waiting couldn't be too bad, it wasn't like he was cheating on anyone and Dezzy wouldn't have to know, unless she actually listened to the gossip around school. If so, then he was dead. He was hoping not to eff up his chances.[/ul]
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Post by Myranda on Jul 9, 2010 20:50:04 GMT -6
Craig smiled softly and shook his head. "Don't even consider it." He said, as their drinks were placed right in front of them. Craig took a swig, holdin it in his mouth to savor the taste. After swallowing it he let out a quiet, "ahh" and set the cup down. For a person who smokes and drinks coffee regularly, Craig had surprisingly white teeth. It was just good genes, he figured.
"A pretty girl like you shouldn't have to get into that stuff. You can do better with your life." He assured her kindly. He still thought she was as pretty as he thought in the park. Maybe even prettier. But he didn't dare get to close for comfort, he'd already pressed his luck with both the kiss and the cigarette. She was a sweetheart, though. And hr could see them becoming friends.
EJ's? Wasn't that kind of... Nice? For a casual lunch, anyway. Dezzy tried not to linger too far behind his words, but she couldn't help having to consider it. "Yeah, sure. EJ's sounds great." She decided to let him kind of lead the way. Was it possible he had a little bit of a thing for her? Of course it was, he was a jock. He was probably looking for an easy lay. Well, she'd go as far as shake his hand and that was it. But if he made a move...
Well, needless to say, this luncheon would be over. Dezzy wouldn't let the thought preoccupy her mind, but she was a smart enough girl to keep it there. She knew a thing or two about typical guys. If they brought up sex comfortably, then theybwere bad news. If they assured her they weren't trying to have sex with her, they were also bad news. The safe ones were the ones that didn't bring up sex at all. They were the a-ok ones, because even if it was crossing their minds, they had enough discretion to keep it to themselves.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 11, 2010 12:08:22 GMT -6
[/i] she said with a shrug. She smiled when her tea was set in front of her. She carefully took the cup a took a small drink of it before setting it down. She looked up at him curiously. She blushed a bit when he said she was pretty. "Well, thank you," she said with a small laugh. "What about you? How did you even begin to start?" she asked curiously. She hoped the question didn't make him uncomfortable, but if he didn't want to answer it, she really wasn't going to push it. Seth gave a small nod. "Cool," he smiled, beginning to lead the way to his car. "I'll drive," he told her her, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. Even though California was always hot out, it didn't seem to affect him, so he wore his hoodies and was perfectly fine with the temperature. He couldn't lie that he was a bit excited he was taking his crush out for lunch, but the least he could do was hide it. He didn't want to look like an idiot if he did show how happy he truly was.[/ul]
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Post by Myranda on Jul 11, 2010 14:53:14 GMT -6
"Peer pressure," Craig lied, a habit he had developed over the years. He wanted to be like the normal kids with suburbian lives. It was like one of hos most favorite songs said; Where do all the porn stars go, when the lights go down? I think I know where all the porn stars go, they all become volvo driving soccer moms. And though it wasn't a perfect match (Craig is most certainly not a porn star) the song reminded him of himself. He was a dirtbag druggie who wanted to moonlight as the perfect kid with the perfect llfe; the last thing he wanted to seem was broken.
He lifted a hand up to the scar on his neck, pressing his fingertip on it. It as a cigarette burn given to him by his mother. "It's shockingly addictive. I didn't think it could happen to me." Craig dropped his hand and took another sip of his black coffee.
Dezzy smiled, and followed behind him as opposed to next to him. There was no reason why, it was just how their walking track had turned out. She was beginning to like this boy; well, maybe that wasn't the way to say it. She was beginning to see why all the other girls liked him. He was... Sweet. "Thanks." She told him as they got in the car. "I mean, this is really nice of you."
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Post by Jenny on Jul 11, 2010 15:33:27 GMT -6
[/i] she asked, feeling a bit stupid for even asking. She took another sip of her tea and set her hands in her lap. She started chewing on the inside of her lip, a bad habit she had picked up. Seth smiled at that. He got in the car and turned the key, making the car quietly start up. "Its no problem," he said, buckling his seat belt. He looked at her smile, it was....dazzling. This day was turning out better than he had thought it would. He was just hoping she didn't have much to do during the day just so he could spend time with her.[/ul]
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Post by Myranda on Jul 11, 2010 16:32:56 GMT -6
Craig scrunched up his nose. He could tell her the truth and say, "No," but the he'd look like the douche he was. "A few times," he said, shaking his head. "It's more difficult than you would think." He sighed, stirring his coffee with the little red straw it came with. He glanced up at her, not worried a bit of she'd buy it or not. How could she doubt someone who had never given her a reason to.
Dezzy buckled her seat belt and took a deep breath. "So," she said, looking over at him a little awkwardly. "Tell me about yourself." She awaited an answer patiently. She got the impression that Seth was a pretty shy guy, but maybe se just didn't know him that well. Now was her chance and she planned on taking it. For a brief moment her father crossed her mind, and she wondered how he was holding up. But, she pushed the thought back- she could think of her family later.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 12, 2010 1:20:34 GMT -6
[/i] she said, her voice held confidence that Craig would be able to quit the nasty habit. As much as she'd heard how hard it was to quit, she had also heard of many people who quit before they developed lung cancer or something like that. She leaned forward a bit, laying her forearm on the table. Seth smiled and pulled out of the parking space. As he drove out of the parking lot and onto the road, he spoke. "I go to Rosewood?" he chuckled. "I play soccer? I don't know what you really want to know," he shrugged. "Just ask me whatever you want to know," he told her simply, leaning back in his seat. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before returning his eyes fully to the road so he didn't crash. [/ul]
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Post by Myranda on Jul 12, 2010 1:35:27 GMT -6
Craig smiled; it was nice to hear someone say something so encouraging to him. "Yes, maybe I'll try again sometime soon." He said, sipping again at his coffee. "So?" He said, forgetting for a moment his french. He ceared his throat. "Tell me about yourself, Natalie." He thought her name fit her perfectly; it was cute. There were some girls out there that guys just wanted to have sex with, and there were girls they wanted to hold hands with. Craig made the decision- Natalie was the kind of girl he wanted to hold hands with. So, he reached over and gentky grabbed the hand of her arm that was resting on the table. He wasn't necessarily holding it, but examining it with his own hand. She had pretty hands, he liked feeling them gently with his.
Dezzy laughed a little. "Don't say that, I'll come up with a million questions to answer. And I won't be polite, either!" She warned. "I'll ask you all kinds of personal questions if you give me that option." She thought for a moment before she started her asking-escapade. "How old are you? Where are you from? What kind of shampoo do you use? Do you have a girlfriend? What's your grandmother like? How white are your teeth?" She suddenly busted up in a fit of giggles- those last few questions were obviously (to her) jokes.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 12, 2010 2:01:28 GMT -6
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Post by Myranda on Jul 12, 2010 8:39:05 GMT -6
Craig smiled a little bit. "Are we not speaking French anymore?" He asked, still tracing his fingers over her hand, though he looked her in the eye. Occasionally he'd glance down at their hands while keeping the rest of his head looking straight. "How about if I think of anything else to ask you, I'll let you know. But it's your turn; ask me anything." He told her, saying the last part more quietly than the rest. He leaned back in his chair, keeping his arm extended so he could continue tracing her soft little hands with his bigger and obviously more coarse hands.
Dezzy laughed at him, "Very nice teeth." She stayed looking at him, not sure what exactly for. Finally, realizing how awkward she must have looked, she looked down at her hands in her lap. Normally at this time she would start chipping the polish off her fingers, but since she was in his car she decided she didn't want to get nail-polish chippings all ovet the place. "You can ask me now. If you want," she said, looking back up at him again.
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