- - - be my valentine

[spencer jameson wayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] ahhh! love them! OUTFIT [/style] Spence was actually really looking forward to this date; while he had never truly been one to date much or to even come close to have feelings such as the ones he is feeling towards Marisa, he was finding that this whole, being romantic and nice and all that jazz wasn't really as difficult as he would have previously imagined. When Valentine's day came around and he had to do something, he had planned something two days before in order not to ruin anything and have some difficulties getting things done on the actual day. Valentines day was finally here though, and everything had been set perfectly; he had been there just to make sure of it, and once he was satisfied with how everything looked, once he was absolutely certain it was perfect, then he decided it was time to go pick her up. He wasn't nervous, for some reason he is not nervous about what is about to happen. This was good though, because it was a nice indication that he was confident enough with the situation.On his way to pick her up he had seen many guys with chocolates, some balloons, others were getting some big stuffed animals. This surely was a day that many people celebrates, and even when Spence wasn't exactly a an of the festivity, he guessed it was something Marisa would enjoy. After picking Marisa up from Dulcinea and giving her the dozed orange orchids he had gotten her he helped into the car and began to drove back to the beach. He had given himself to the task to figure out what her favorite flower was, what her favorite food and what not. It was just important for him to make sure to not make any sort of mistake. Even more since lent had started and he didn't wanted to end up giving her something with meat in it; that would totally ruin the entire thing because she would feel incredibly guilty for have broken her little rule merely two days after. Well, not a little rule because he knows it is important for her but even so. Flawless, that is what this night needs to be and with some luck he will make it happen. After a ride to the beach he had parked the car and helped her out; obviously already telling her how gorgeous she looks because seriously, the girl looks incredibly beautiful at the moment and part of him was having trouble keeping his eyes off of her. All he wanted was to pull her close and kiss her, but he wasn't about to do that just yet, later he will do it, for sure, but later. Even so he just continued to keep his eyes on her from time to time, arm linked with hers to keep her close. "I really hope you'll like this" he mentioned, walking her until they got to the spot where the candles start. The path was lit up, guiding over to the final platform where they will be having dinner, more orchids set around it, her present resting on her side of the table; a small box wrapped in light pink color with a red and white bow. "I also really hope you are hungry" he added, and with that he let her soak in the scenario. Marisa is a romantic, in his mind at least, and this seems utterly romantic to his eyes so hopefully it will adjust with something she likes. Suddenly he felt nervous, now it was time to see if this was going to work out, so he set his eyes on her to really see her reaction, and hopefully he will be able to see something that reflects happiness and not just her being disappointed with the scenario.

[Marisa Alessa De Luca]

[/style][style=width:360px; background: #343333][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #ffffff; text-align: center;]SO I'M WISHING, WISHING

further, for the excitement to arrive, it’s just i’d rather be causing the chaos than laying at the sharp end of this knife

This was all so overwhelming. Spencer had been too good to her, really and they hadn't even done anything yet. He had insisted that there was more to come even though she was already blown over by the orange orchids he had brought her (she didn't know how he had managed to find out what her favourite flower was but he had done and she was very grateful). And yet the night wasn't even complete. Really she would have been perfectly happy with just the flowers, more than just happy actually, she was utterly and completely over the moon. That and she had completely gushed when he had complimented her appearance, she was sure her cheeks were still bright red.

He was being incredibly gentlemanly, helping her into the car and whatnot. She really wasn't used to it, nobody had ever been so nice to her before and certainly no guy. This was her first Valentine's day ever and her first date ever and so far it was going amazingly, she wanted to go on more of them. But she was glad her first one was with Spencer, since he was treating her so well and everything. And Marisa still hadn't given him her present, it was tucked away under her bed, wrapped up (because she hadn't been sure if you were meant to wrap them or not), she supposed she would have to give it to him when he dropped her back home. And she was kind of nervous that he wouldn't like it but she hadn't really known what to get him...hopefully she had struck lucky with this one.

After getting out of the car (once again being helped by Spencer) she smiled at him and linked arms, allowing him to guide her down to the beach, keeping her body close to his as they walked. Damn he was looking really smart in that outfit of his...how did she manage to convince somebody so handsome to go out on a date with her? Really, she had no clue how she had managed that. And then she noticed it...the path...the path outlined with candles. Marisa gasped, completely taken aback by the scene, unable to take it all in. It had knocked her speechless. And the table at the other end...they were having dinner here? Just...she couldn't find the words, all she could do was walk down with him, looking around frequently to try and absorb it all. Was this really happening?

"Spencer, this...it's...I mean. Wow. It's amazing." She turned at last and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Something inside of her wanted to kiss him fully, but instead she just planted one on his cheek. "You did all this?" She asked as she pulled back and gazed up at him, standing on her tiptoes a little to keep her hands around his neck. "Its perfect. Thank you."

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[spencer jameson wayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] ahhh! love them! OUTFIT [/style] All Spence really wanted tonight was to keep Marisa happy and hopefully make this a nice and special Valentines day for her. If she had never celebrated this day than she should at the very least have a decent first time. His eyes looked around the place, hoping that this was enough, but he honestly felt it was good and most girls would like it. The boy knew that if he wanted he could have done something like that Jake decided to do, but at the same time he knows that this was better for them; besides he wasn't about to copy his brother idea, and he knows that Lily is probably going to enjoy what Jake planned for the day. Spencer is extremely happy about Jake finding Lily; while he had never felt that his brother needed to find a girl that he would be settle with, he did found that the boy was extremely happy with her and so that was enough to make Spence happy. Besides, leaving Jake to the side, Lily is pretty cool, and someone who will obviously be able to handle Jake's personality. A small sigh almost left his lips, only because he is waiting to see the opinion on Marisa. The look on her face made him smile; he looked incredibly happy at the moment, that was all he wanted to see. As he continued to walk with her he glanced around the place; it was good luck that today the wind had decided to behave, that there was no sign of clouds in the sky so there would be no snow or rain. That would surely ruin the moment, but not today, today it all seemed to be starting perfectly and it will surely stay like this; he was being extremely positive at the moment. Marisa did that, she made him happier, not that he had been sad before, but it just made him feel like it was nice. She was such an upbeat person, always having fun and doing what was best for the rest of the people, making sure to be the good catholic, giving food to the poor, helping the homeless and what not. Seriously he has no clue how she managed to be so nice, but that was definitely something he admires. It was a rare trait to come across with, so finding it in the girl he likes was actually rather good; even if it meant having to beg her to cook food with meat for him. In the end, he wouldn't mind trying some vegetarian food, he was just messing around with her when he said that he wasn't willing to try it out. When she began to speak he smiled brightly, holding her close as she hugged him. It was a rewarding feeling to see that things were working out. "I am really glad you like it" he said, moving one of his hands to cup her neck and rub her cheek with his thumb. "And also, I did, most of it of course" he said as he continued to hold her close to him. "I am not that good of a cook, so that was made by someone else" he chuckled, resting his forehead against hers after a few seconds.He smiled at her, and as much as he wished he would have been able to hold back he just had to do this, he leaned forward and kissed her softly, hoping he wasn't crossing any sort of line; but he couldn't take it, she looked so incredibly happy, and beautiful and her lips were so inviting. When the kiss ended he added "So, shall we have dinner then?" his voice slightly above a whisper.

[Marisa Alessa De Luca]

[/style][style=width:360px; background: #343333][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #ffffff; text-align: center;]SO I'M WISHING, WISHING

further, for the excitement to arrive, it’s just i’d rather be causing the chaos than laying at the sharp end of this knife

It was in this moment that she wished she had worn heels. Even though she wasn't exactly a short girl, Spencer was still taller than her by far and if she had worn heel she probably wouldn't have to stand on her tiptoes for so long. But she wanted to keep her arms wrapped around his neck, she wanted to stay this close to him and if that meant she would have to endure standing on her tiptoes for a while longer then so be it. And anyway, how was she supposed to concentrate on that when she was looking into the eyes of the most handsome boy she had ever been so lucky to meet?

She smiled even wider when he said he had done most of it...apart from the cooking. She had tasted his cooking before regrettably, or rather, his attempt. And he hadn't even been trying to make something difficult, maybe spaghetti bolegnese. It was safe to say that she had ended up taking over and saving their meal...so she really was relived when he said somebody else had done it. Not that she wouldn't have appreciated him trying, but it was nice to know she wasn't going to get food poisoning the following day.

And then he did something she didn't expect him to do. He kissed her. It was soft, gentle but she would be lying if she said she knew how to react to it straight away. This was the first time any guy had ever kissed her who wasn't a family member. This was her first kiss! But she soon reacted in what she hoped was in a positive way...not too eager but not too reluctant either. When he pulled away, she was a little speechless. She hadn't really expected that...but she had definitely enjoyed it. She nodded, "sure," she replied just as quietly, smiling happily up at him before dropping back off of her tiptoes and allowing him to lead her to the table. "That was...err...nice by the way."

Did people normally compliment the other person after kissing them? She didn't know, but she did it anyway.

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[spencer jameson wayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] ahhh! love them! OUTFIT [/style] Spencer was just extremely happy that he had decided to ask her. No matter what happened around them he just wanted to make sure that tonight was going to be perfect and that they will enjoy the night. He had even decided to set his phone in vibrate in case someone called him, so it wouldn't interrupt their conversation and he would be able to check the text or the voice message. It was not like he usually went around doing this for anyone, so this meant today was rather important for him.Either way all that mattered was that Marisa will have a good time, because he would hate to be the one to ruin her first Valentines day. So he was putting some extra effort into this. The smile never left his lips, because honestly, he is perfectly happy with this moment, which happened to show in his face and was really not a bad thing at all. The guy began to walk her down the path once more, holding back a chuckle when she complimented him on the kiss. "I am glad you think so" he mentioned "I enjoyed it as well" he added while he carried on to finally reach the table. The boy pulled the chair out for her, he had been raised to act like a gentleman and he was surely going to live up to the name. When she had managed to sit down he walked around the table and set their food there, pouring her a glass of wine along with a glass of water just in case she wasn't feeling in the mood to have any wine. After that he merely sit down across from her and smiled her way. "I hope you like it, I heard it was your favorite" he continued on, he had known her for a while, so he knew who to ask for small details such as, her favorite flower, or her favorite food, favorite dessert; things like that. Its not like he is going to pick something that would be absolutely disgusting for her. Spencer was glad things had been going smoothly, and not just in this matter but in a general perspective, life had been chaos lately, and he knows it could still get a hundred times worse, but at the very least they had had a few days without anything happened, not after what happened to Lyss took place. He was still shaken up about that, but he was doing his best not to let his mind take the best of him; he wasn't going to live his life in fear, he could be careful yes, but not in fear.

[Marisa Alessa De Luca]

[/style][style=width:360px; background: #343333][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #ffffff; text-align: center;]SO I'M WISHING, WISHING

further, for the excitement to arrive, it’s just i’d rather be causing the chaos than laying at the sharp end of this knife

Marisa blushed when he said he had enjoyed it too, she had been worried that she had done it wrong somehow...if it was even possible to kiss wrong. But she was sure it was. At least she had seemed to make a good impression. Her first kiss had gone better than she had expected and was far better than people made it out to be. Okay so there hadn't been any fireworks going off in the background or any music playing while it had been happening like it always seemed to do in the movies. But to her it had been absolutely perfect and she was glad she hadn't made a mess of it completely.

"Thank you." She smiled at him when he pulled the chair out for her, she sat down, being careful not to catch her dress or anything. She smiled at him and watched as he walked around the table, pushing her hair out of her face as he set the food down and poured them their drinks. She had never done anything like this before and even though she normally felt completely comfortable around Spencer, she suddenly felt nervous. Well not suddenly, she had been nervous pretty much the whole time but now that they had sat down it suddenly hit her just how intimate this was. She loved it but it was also kind of terrifying.

When he spoke she looked down at the plate of food he had put in front of her."How did you know?" She asked slightly bewildered, it was her favourite dish he was right...but how he had known that escaped her. That and how he'd known what he favourite flower was, just everything about tonight he had gotten spot on and it made her so, so happy. The smile on her face really couldn't get any bigger if she tried and as she looked at him across the table from her she could barely keep her eyes off of his.

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[spencer jameson wayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] ahhh! love them! OUTFIT [/style] Actually putting together an act, or rather, something meaningful for Valentines day had been different. It wasn't like he didn't know how to be romantic, not at all, he is perfectly capable of doing so, it only mattered whether he is inspired to do that or not and this time around there was absolutely no way for him not to be inspired. It was just the fact that she was here, also the fact that this was somewhat new to him. Surely dating wasn't, but dating and actually caring for her to this level is what is making him feel that this was different that the rest. It was good thing though, not that he felt like something had been missing in his life but rather, Marisa was a perfectly good thing to add to his life. Spencer is the type of person who thinks you can be happy even if you aren't dating, even if you don't have a relationship with someone; however, if you do manage to get a relationship well, that is just a nice plus and he feels that this time, Marisa could be his plus. "Well, lets just say I know who to ask" he chuckled very lightly, in fact it wasn't a hard thing to do but it was nice to see she appreciated the effort he placed into all of this. His eyes looked at her and then he just focused a very small part of his attention on the food before him. He began to eat a little bit of his food once they both had some. It was rather nice, and he was thankful for it to be honest, because he would have hated the fact that the food was terrible. His eyes moved to look up at her "I am really glad it didn't rained, that would have definitely ruined the moment on some level" he mentioned to her with a chuckle. "Or made it rather amusing" he added with another chuckle. All in all he was just thankful for this moment, it helped that he always feels relaxed when around her.

[Marisa Alessa De Luca]

[/style][style=width:360px; background: #343333][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #ffffff; text-align: center;]SO I'M WISHING, WISHING

further, for the excitement to arrive, it’s just i’d rather be causing the chaos than laying at the sharp end of this knife

Marisa smiled over at him, wondering who he would have asked to get this information. She figured either Anna or maybe even Gia and if that was the case they had done well to keep it from her. And she was so glad he hadn't made it any bigger than this because with him being a legacy he certainly could have made more of a fuss. But this was perfect, in fact maybe a little big even, she would have been perfectly content just having a night in with him, watching a bad movie and eating tortilla chips. Nobody had ever gone to this much of an extent for her and it was really out of the ordinary but she had to admit...it did make a rather nice change. Even if she hated putting him to any kind of trouble for her.

Marisa picked up her cutlery and took a bite of her food after he had done. And it was amazing, she hadn't expected it to taste so great, whoever had cooked it she was incredibly impressed. "This is sooo good." She told him with a smile before eating some more food. On top of it being amazing it was also vegetarian and she was touched that he had taken that into consideration. She was so lucky that he was the type of guy who understood and respected how important this time of the year was for her. She knew there might be a few who wouldn't be as considerate as Spence. But that was what made him so great in her eyes.

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Pushing the plate away from her she grinned over at Spencer, leaning back a little. "I don't think I could eat anything else if I tried but it was so lovely." Well she might have been able to eat a little more but she didn't want to bloat and have to get Spencer to roll her home. Okay, maybe she was exaggerating a little but she certainly didn't want to bloat or anything. She didn't know what his plans were now because obviously she had known nothing about the night other than to dress kind of formally. But she hoped he hadn't got too much planned, she would just like to get home and cuddle with him for a bit maybe.

"So. What now?" She asked him sweetly, leaning forwards to put her elbows on the table and leaning her chin in her hands. She really could just gaze at him for the rest of the evening. She'd be completely content like this.

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[spencer jameson wayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] ahhh! love them! OUTFIT [/style] Spencer was glad that diner had gone perfectly fine for the both of them and that the food had been of her liking. He actually enjoyed this moment even when it wasn't his style at all but as long as she was having a good time then he is perfectly happy with all of this. He wondered how everyone else day was going; he knows he could have been at the concert thing and go to the fancy diner they were going to be holding up but at the same time he figured that for Marisa's first Valentine's day it should be something different, something that felt more intimate rather than them being surrounded by a bunch of people. By the look on her face, he knows that he most definitely made the right choice b coming here rather than there. Thinking back on it, he doesn't think he knows anyone who is heading to that concert thing, actually part of him thinks that that is more for the ones who aren't planning on doing anything else and the concert served as a good enough thing. Or maybe they really like the school events; he, for example, isn't exactly the biggest fan of the school events although he has been to several ones. Today wasn't the case though, no, today he has better things to do. Once the diner was done and they had both decided they had had enough to eat he merely set his napkin away and pushed the plate to the end of the table to get it out of the way. A small chuckle leaving his lips when she spoke about not being able to eat anything else. Quite honestly he is certain he wouldn't be able to have another bite even if he was to wish for it with all of his might. "I agree with you on that one" a smile on his lips while he ran a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck in a soft way before allowing the hand to drop. Before answering to his question he had to take a moment and just take in the view. She looks so beautiful at the moment, and there was something in her face that made him want to just continue doing this for a while rather than answering and interrupting the moment. "Well, I was thinking I could take you back to your dorm and maybe we could just stay there and watch a movie" he shrugged his shoulders and smiled after wards. "What do you say?" he finished with a nod of her head. He knows it might sound like a lame way to finish this day but he likes it, he thinks it suits them perfectly.

[Marisa Alessa De Luca]

[/style][style=width:360px; background: #343333][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #ffffff; text-align: center;]SO I'M WISHING, WISHING

further, for the excitement to arrive, it’s just i’d rather be causing the chaos than laying at the sharp end of this knife

A movie at hers was definitely something she wanted to do, especially with him, she didn't really watch many films and if they did they tended to be sad, sappy romantic ones. Any film with an animal as a lead character normally got her attention and no film made her cry more if the animal died. And most of the ones she had were in Italian...actually. All of the ones she had were in Italian, that could possibly be a problem. She was sure he spoke Italian, but whether he would want to watch a film in the language was another thing altogether. She might have one or two English films somewhere though...maybe.

"That sounds great, really." She smiled over at him, still with her chin resting on the palms of her hands. "However...I don't think I have any movies in English." She told him, biting her lip, hoping she hadn't ruined his plans. She didn't mind them going back to her dorm though, that wasn't a problem, especially considering her room mate had apparently left Easton without even telling her. Which was a shame because Marisa had thought she was rather nice. Mind you, there wasn't anybody at Easton who Marisa didn't think was nice.

"But I do need to give you your present." Marisa said, her grin widening. She really hoped he would like it, she hadn't really known what you get for Valentines day or even what you get a guy. She had tried to Google it but had come up short. So she hoped her gut feeling had been correct, she would hate for him to dislike it.

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[spencer jameson wayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] ahhh! love them! OUTFIT [/style] Spencer smiled at her, apparently that will be the way he will be acting for the rest of the night because chances are he will just continue it.It wasn't even like he was planning on smiling, it just happens when she is around him and he guessed that is a good thing. It was nice that she was agreeing to just watching a movie with him because he was in the mood to just lay down on a bed and relax; it wasn't like it had been a really long day, in fact he had been pretty relaxed during the entire time and he wants it to keep up. The guy nodded slight and then chuckled at her words, yeah he should have seen that coming, her not having any movie in English made perfect sense since she was Italian, and in all honesty he doesn't mind that at all, they were probably good movies and none that he has seen before. "Va tutto bene, posso capire italiano piuttosto bene" Spencer said with a smirk on his lips, knowing rather well that he had managed to say that in an effortless way, although he had had to work really hard on the last years to be able to reach the level he is at now. It was not as easy to learn a language a many would think, or to be honest, some people found it rather easy but he is not the type to have that ability; yet he had managed to finally get the grasp of this one, which worked perfectly since Marisa is Italian. However this was not the type to stat thinking on how great he had felt when he finally got to finish the course for Italian. "Oh so I get a present?" he asked with a chuckle which actually triggered his memory and he recalled that he still had her present and hadn't given it to her. "Speaking of presents" he mentioned as he reached inside the pocket of his jacket and grabbed a black box. He set it on the table and then slide it over to her side. "That's for you" he added, although that is obvious but he is just happy to have been able to give it to her. He hopes that she will like it, he had been thinking on several things that she might like, and he had been looking for a while, however at some point he just stumbled upon the one he had just slided over the table. The bracelet was simple enough; hold with pink diamonds. He felt that is something that she would like, it was cute, like her, it suits her.

[Marisa Alessa De Luca]

[/style][style=width:360px; background: #343333][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #ffffff; text-align: center;]SO I'M WISHING, WISHING

further, for the excitement to arrive, it’s just i’d rather be causing the chaos than laying at the sharp end of this knife

Marisa wasn't going to be all, patriotic or anything. The Italians were known for many things, pizza, wine, the Romans and a bunch of other stuff. But film making was not quite their forte and she would be the first one to admit that. Sure there had been The Italian Job, that had been popular but there weren't many other Italian films people could name. At least not ones that didn't involve the mafia. They were often poorly shot, poorly directed or poorly cast. And sometimes they were all three, Marisa knew, she had seen enough of them to last her a lifetime but when popular American movies were often so poorly dubbed she didn't really have a choice.

At least her English had improved enough for her to watch the movies which had actors whose accents wouldn't confuse her. As that was a common problem. Although she assumed it was the same for all languages. Her accent differed from those Italians from Venice or Rome and she was sure it was probably a little harder to follow. But you could at least get the jist of what she was saying if you could speak the language. "Solo abbastanza bene?" She asked him with a smile, trying to keep her accent as neutral and as decipherable as possible. But she was truly impressed that he could speak Italian and even with a slight hint of an accent too, which was normally uncommon. Most butchered the language by refusing to add an accent to the words they were saying.

For a moment she thought that you weren't meant to give presents on Valentines day...but she was sure she had seen many boxes of chocolates in the shops designed specifically for this day...maybe that was all you were meant to give. Maybe you weren't meant to be giving people baseballs. Oh what a stupid idea that had been. Way to go Marisa. She was about to say something, apologise for getitng him one when she wasn't supposed too but then he spoke before she could and plucked a little box from the inside pocket of his jacket. She watched as he slid it towards her, almost perplexed. For her? Hadn't he already done enough for her today. Marisa reached out and tentatively picked up anyway, unsure of what to expect but she was completely unprepared for what she found inside.

It was beautiful, one of the most gorgeous things she had ever seen, third only to Spencer and her horse. But that was a very objective opinion. Still, it was absolutely beautiful. She fingered it gingerly, lightly touching it, afraid that she might break it or something. Finally she managed to stop gawping at it, pulling her eyes away from it to look up at Spencer. "This...this is really pretty. Beautiful." She paused glancing back to it before closing the box and placing it back on the table, pushing it towards him a little way. "But I can't take it, its too much, you've done enough, really. Thank you though." She knew it was a gift and she didn't want to offend him, but she didn't want him spending too much on her, she couldn't accept it. It was beautiful and she loved it but, she couldn't take it.

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[spencer jameson wayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] ahhh! love them! OUTFIT [/style] Spencer chuckled at her words, nodding his head a little. "Yes" he responded to her before shaking his head a little. Quite honestly he doesn't care what movie they end up watching, whether is an American one or an Italian one. Heck, for all he knows it could be Mexican as well, is not like he is planning on paying much attention to the movie because all he wants to do is get to a bed and lay down with her, maybe even cuddle if she wouldn't mind doing it. He wants to hold her close, kiss her and just enjoy the moment. He would be lying if he says his brain wasn't thinking of doing other things in bed, but he knows how Marisa is with that aspect and by no means was he going to ask her to do it, or pt any pressure on her. Besides, is not like he needs to have sex with her, although he really wants too. That is not the reason why he is with her though, for once, he is with her because he likes her, not that the girls from her past hadn't been nice, in fact he had this rule about it; he has to like the girls personality for him to sleep with her; unless he is very very drunk. Why on earth is he thinking about this again? God, he should probably stop himself, letting his mind wonder to all those things surely won't do him any good. Seeing her take the box he smiled and waited with his breath held for her to open it. Finally when he saw the reaction on her face he was able to breathe again; if she hadn't liked it it would be written all over her face. A soft nod was given, more to encourage her to say something even when she seemed to be too caught up with looking down at the necklace to even notice his gesture. When words confirmed his assumption he smiled even more, so he had basically done a good job today with everything he did, that was enough to make him feel proud. It would have been terrible to make a mistake and ruin the entire thing. He waited though, sort of expecting her to either set the box away inside her purse or to take out the bracelet and ask him to help her put it on. Either one seemed like the reasonable way to react to such present, and besides, it matches what she is wearing at the moment. When she pushed it towards him he rose an eyebrow, her words causing him to almost sigh as he stood up and moved over to her. Spencer moved down on one knee to be more to her level and smiled. "Its not too much" he assured her while he took the box and opened it. "Really Marisa, this is not more than necessary and you can take it" while speaking he had managed to take the bracelet and set the box back on the table, while holding it in one hand his free one to take a hold of her hand and pull it gently towards him so he could see her wrist better. "Besides, it is a gift; and it would be rude to return a gift that I bought to make you happy" he continued while he carefully placed the bracelet around her wrist before locking it. Spencer stood up and lifted her hand before kissing it. "Now, how about we head back to your dorm so we can continue our date?" he asked her, still holding her hand to help her stand up. He wasn't taking a no for an answer, this was a gift, and truth of the matter is, that he wants her to have it; its not too much, and there is no real reason for her to reject it.

[Marisa Alessa De Luca]

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further, for the excitement to arrive, it’s just i’d rather be causing the chaos than laying at the sharp end of this knife

Somehow she had known that he wasn't going to just allow her to give it back to him. She had hoped he would, she had hoped he'd see how much she had already done for her today and just take it back, return it to the place he had gotten it from and spend his money on something better, something for himself. The extravagance wasn't something she was used too. Her family was well off but they didn't buy an awful lot of nice stuff, instead they plunged money into good education for their children and gave them the tools they needed to shape their own futures. They were borderline, if her brother had been older there would have been no way they would both have been attending Easton at the same time. But as it was they seemed to be able to afford to send one child to the prestigious academy, one at a time, it gave them the chance to make money in between.

And she hated to think how much her college tuition would cost.


This was why she missed her parents so much, she could only afford the plane to America at the start of the school year and back to Italy at the end of it, especially with Pelai to take into account as well, it cost more to get him on a flight than it did her. So she was often homesick, she liked Easton and her friends but whilst everybody had gone home for Christmas she had remained at Dulcinea. On her own. That had been one lonely Christmas, with her parents sending her gifts in the mail which had arrived a couple of days late. She hadn't told Spencer, in fact she hadn't told anybody she had stayed on her own in her room at Christmas, she didn't want them to feel bad for her, she was lucky really. Marisa had spent the day with Pelai anyway, so it wasn't a complete bust. She just, didn't like to remind herself that she would only get to see her family again in the summer.

She didn't realise but she almost held her breath when he walked over to her, afraid of what he was going to say to her. Was he mad? He didn't look all that angry but...she had just rejected his gift and that could possibly have made him annoyed. But instead he got down beside her and took the box off of the table, telling her that she was allowed to take it, that he wanted her too. She still felt bad, guilty even but she allowed him to take her hand, watching him carefully as he fixed the bracelet to her wrist. She nodded slowly when he said it would be rude of her to return it to him and well, she didn't want to seem rude, not in the least. "Thank you."

A small smile crept on her lips when he stood up, she was trying to show her appreciation for it because it really was exquisite she would just have to take extra care with it and really look after it, not that she wouldn't have anyway but she felt the need to show him just how much she loved it in any way she could. Standing up she stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. "I would like that." She assured him, still holding onto him tightly before pulling back and resting back onto the soles of her feet.

She just wanted to keep her arms around him for the rest of the evening.

OUTFIT: HERE NOTES: marisa feels affecting post

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[spencer jameson wayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] ahhh! love them! OUTFIT [/style] Spencer wanted her to accept it because it was a gift and to be honest he didn't felt like it was too much. If she was going to be with him she should probably get used to the fact that he was a little into giving some gifts every now and then and those gifts will sometimes be more than she would expect them to be. A small smile came to his lips as she said thank you and so he nodded his head and took a deep breath. It was good to see that she wasn't going to try and take it off and give it back to him. Now that that was taken cared off he really just wanted to head back and enjoy the rest of the day with her. He still felt like this was a little weird, because he had never felt this way about anyone and he has known Marisa for a while so shifting that relationship to this was somewhat strange but it felt amazing. Good weird he assumed. A small sigh escaped his lips, not really feeling bad but it was more of a content sigh. He wondered what his best friend was doing at the moment; he knows he has a girl in his mind but would he actually do something on Valentines day? He can't really remember, just because he is wondering what he is doing doesn't mean its the biggest worry in his mind; in fact, it is a very small and distant thing at the back of his mind. "I am glad you do" He smiled at her, loving the feeling of her arms around him. He considered the next thing for a few seconds before wrapping his arms around her waist, he bend down a little and then lifted her, not really minding the fact that he is going to be carrying her, in fact it seemed better to him because now he can walk on his own and he can keep her arms around her. "Let go then" he mentioned, starting to walk with her. He loves having her close to him, and carrying her like this was able to provide him with that of course. He continued walking, glancing around a little to make sure he is going in the right direction but he was also looking back at her from time to time. "I could get used to doing this" he said nodding his head before glancing around the place once more. he could see his car now as he continued to walk and just felt like getting there so they could get going. All in all he felt rather proud about what he had managed to do with this place. For a guy who has never done anything big -r anything at all- for Valentines day he felt he was right up there with those who had. Kudos for him he assumed. Once he had reached the car he set her down but not before placing a soft kiss on her lips. Now that he had gotten a taste of them he felt like doing it as much as possible. But he really couldn't push for much, which was really difficult when she looks the way she does tonight. He opened the door for her and helped her inside, smiling the entire time before walking around his car and getting in the driver's seat. "Alright, off to watch movies then" he said to her as he began to drive away; his hand finding its way to hers and he took it, linking his fingers with hers, not really turning to look at her but just doing it as if he has always been doing that. When it felt so simple and nice, so effortlessly, he assumed it had to be a very good thing, something he wasn't going to ruin, or let go.