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Post by chloe grace wilson on May 6, 2013 14:57:57 GMT -5
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[/div] "Maybe," Chloe replied softly as she flashed him another dimpled smile. "Maybe I'll take lessons," she mused with a thoughtful frown as she stared off into the distance absently. She was prone to doing that and it was getting a bit silly now. "I dunno," she responded. "I always thought dance lessons would be fun," she admitted with another grin, absently twirling a lock of her long blonde hair around a slim index finger. "Maybe I could wear one of those extravagant costumes," she said, clearly joking but her eyes sparkled regardless. "I really love glitter." He was lovely, complimenting her when he didn't have to. She should really compliment him back too, right? Urgh, first dates were such a bloody minefield sometimes. Dominik must have heard every kind of flattery before now and she tried to think of something original. He had nice eyes. And a nice smile. And nice hands. All of those sounded vaguely sexual. She needed to stop. "Really?" Chloe asked, looking amazed. "Thank God you didn't say dubstep," she said with a grin, clearly kidding. "You and I would have fallen out really quickly." She didn't like to admit that she sometimes befriended (and judged) people according to their taste in music but so far, Dominik seemed like a pretty perfect teenage boy. He was smart, he was athletic, he was polite and he probably knew the words to "Miss You". What a catch! Oh God. And he was willing to let her have dessert, too. "Yes," she blurted out before anyone had time to say anything else, nodding eagerly as he offered to split the cake with her. "I don't mind at all," she said cheerfully with a smile to the waiter who really didn't seem to give a shit. Chloe blinked her big blue eyes three times in rapid succession. "Well," she said breezily with a chuckle. "He seems delightful," she responded, referring to the icy cool demeanour of the server. So what? She thought to herself. She was having a good time and nothing could dampen her good spirits. Motorbike. Oh fuck. Chloe tried to remain calm. She chewed on the inside of her lower lip as she shifted in her seat a little, trying to stay cool. What Dominik didn't realise was that, for her, motorbikes were like catnip. Honestly. She had no control over her own actions when she gets up close and personal. A rev of the engine and her panties tended to hit the floor. "That's awesome," she said truthfully, tilting her head to the side a little to show her keen interest. "My grandfather likes his bikes," Chloe admitted, finding herself being more and more drawn to him and she wasn't able to stop it. Damn it. "He's got a collection of vintage ones," she said, hoping to try and get his approval. "We're working on one now." She was careful to use the word "we". "A 1954 Triumph Tiger," she carried on, her face lighting up. "He wants to give it to me as an eighteenth birthday present but my mum won't let me ride it," she said with a roll of her big eyes. Oh no. He cooked. This really was her fait accompli. "What's your signature dish?" Chloe asked, full of interest and she made it clear by leaning in and over the table just a little bit and towards him. "Maybe you could cook it for me sometime," she found herself saying with a flirty little tone. As soon as she heard it, she instantly regretted it. She winced as though the sentence physically hurt her. It may have well have. Urgh. This was awful. "Mmm," she said as she fell silent to think. "I go to a lot of gigs," the blonde said. "Local ones, mostly. I like independent labels and stuff. I like gardening, I try and travel as much as I can when I get the chance to. I learn languages when I get some time," she said with a smile, touching on their earlier conversation. "Oh super," she chirped as a plate was set on the table, containing a wedge of cake and two forks. Picking one up, she took a little from the centre of the cake. It was kind of a quirk of hers. She hate her food from the middle out and she ate her pizza backwards, crust first. Taking a small bite, she nodded along. "Oh yeah," she mumbled. "When's your next game?" She asked him, meaning when his next soccer game was. He had said he was the captain of his school's team. "This is really good," she said, pointing to the cake with her fork as she ate a little more. [/div] [/center] [style=font-family:courier new; font-size:11; color:#000;]words; 788. outfit; here. notes; oh you! <3333! [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by dominik ramirez collins on May 7, 2013 14:12:34 GMT -5
[classy=head] i dont believe in blind optimism [STYLE=float:left; width:379px; background-color:#F4F4F4; opacity:0.7; filter:alpha(opacity=70); height:150px; overflow:auto; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#7A7A7A; text-align:justify; padding: 8px]Dominik smiled at the thought of her dancing samba, or anything in that case. He was curious how she acted on the floor. Sure she said she wasn't a good dancer, but those who deny it are always the ones that are the best. He smiled at the thought of her in one of those glittery dresses, chuckling at her small comment about glitter. He felt like he was doing his job as the guy on a first date, right? He was complimenting, trying to keep the conversation going, and just being generally interested. He honestly didn't need her to do his job and try and flatter him, he wasn't a man-diva-thing. Whatever the hell you call those girly guys that have an attitude. But on to greener pastures, her response to his music type that he liked was a bit unexpected. Most girls were into that Bieber dude, or some electro. Sure he liked electro, even Dubstep, but that was when he worked out, it just... Worked out for him? Haha, well he should probably explain his music choice, but it would be too broad. He would have just said everything, but what person says that? But he was glad, her comment scared him. "Well, I dodged a bullet there." he said with slight sarcasm, sealed with a small smile and wink. The waiter came however, and asked him for desert, he ordered some cake, looking to her, and before he even got to finish his sentence she agreed. He wouldn't argue with her, he didn't know if he had any reason to. The waiter was gone, a face of, 'no fucks given' plastered on him. Chloe noticed this too, and he chuckled along. "A ray of sunshine if you ask me." he smiled softly as he continued on to mention his hobbies. A soft silent grew as she looked like she was trying to form a sentence, he just wondered in his head what she was thinking about, but she quickly spoke. Awesome? Woah, most girls would have probably just said something like 'oh thats... cool?' Either he was one lucky fella, or this was just pure dumb luck. He raised a brow at the fact she had relatives with a motorbike, he felt like the only man with a bike around here. This was a breath of fresh air. She mentioned a classic bike, and his heart warmed a bit. "Thats awesome..." he smiled, "I've got myself a kawasaki, one of the new ones." he shrugged, indifferent if she knew what he was talking about. But the subject came to food, and he was asked what his signature dish was, oh boy. He thought for a moment. "Well, I was told that I make some mean chicken 'n rice." he said with a small grin. And she wondered if he'd cook for her, and he shrugged with an appearing smile. "Why not?" She talked about what she did. Wait. Wait. WAIT. She went to local gigs, if he heard correctly. Another thing to checklist that they had in common. "Woah, I do too, maybe we've seen each other before?" he said with a small laugh. But the food came, and he took his spoon, digging into the corner. But he barely had time to eat it before he was asked when his next game was. Pants down, shit. He swallowed and chuckled, remembering his manners. "Yeah, next Sundays our last game, you should come." he smiled, adding in a small hint of what she could think of for a second date perhaps. "Maybe I can take you for a spin on my bike or something, after?" he said with a quizzical look as he chunked another piece off the cake. [/style][/classy] words; enough music; apollo // hardwell notes; they are too cute already :3 what he's wearing; here
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Post by chloe grace wilson on May 10, 2013 16:09:12 GMT -5
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[/div] Wow.
Was this Fate? Chloe didn't really pay much attention to Fate or the concept of cosmic destiny but really, she couldn't deny it. Unable to help herself, her eyes flicked over to the door where Dominik's Chloe was with her Philip. She blinked, feeling a bit distressed. The leggy blonde was laughing, head thrown back as Phillip whispered in her ear. Even from here, she could see his wandering hands. They were on her hips and moving lower to the hem of her tight mini dress. Chloe swallowed. Thank God she wasn't in that position.
Dominik didn't know that he was effectively her knight in shining armour and his honest mistake was paying off. She dreaded to think what would happen when he found out she wasn't the girl he was meant to be meeting. And he would find out. His friends would want to know how his blind date went and it wouldn't be long before cracks would start to show. Hopefully she'd dazzled him enough that this would all blow over.
She smiled again, snapping out of her reverie, eyes twinkling. "So you like technology?" Chloe asked as he referred to the newer bike he had. Chloe was actually a bit embarrassed about her lack of gadgets. Her cell phone wasn't that current, she didn't really know what Twitter was and she didn't have a TV in her bedroom. "It's so unusual that you have a bike," she said gently as she stirred her drink with her straw and paused to take a sip.
"I don't really know anyone else who has one. It's awesome," she said brightly. Chloe was offbeat and in turn, she liked those who didn't follow the norm. She'd dated strange guys in the past; artists, poets, inventors, hipsters but she'd never dated an athlete before. Hang on. She and Dominik weren't actually dating but as she sat there, she figured he might be someone she could like. Providing he wasn't a serial killer or anything. "If I see one more shiny Audi, I'll scream," she joked with a roll of her eyes.
She was trying so hard not to think of him in a leather jacket. She couldn't. It'd be the end of her for sure.
The subject of food came up and she laughed, coyly looking down as a lock of hair escaped and cascaded over her slender shoulder. "That sounds delicious," she replied, sounding wistful even though she had a full stomach. "I do love chicken and rice," she said with a grin, reaching across the table, her fingers softly brushing the back of his hand. She was unable to stop herself. She was a touchy-feely person. "Maybe I can repay the favour," she said, trying not to sound so hopeful as she offered to cook for him one day, too. By "cook", Chloe meant ask her mum to or order take out, put it on some fancy plates and pretend that she'd cooked everything herself. Was it too early to be making so many plans?
Chloe flashed him a grin. "Maybe," she replied. Coincidence? Hm. "If we have and I got a bit too close in a mosh pit, please accept my sincere apologies," she joked. To be honest, gigs were a bit full on. She honestly could have seen Dominik at a gig before now. She was at one a few weeks ago where she'd been pushed, sending her flying forward so she collided with a boy's back. Said boy did seem to match his height and gait. How strange.
Chloe found herself nodding along, instantly accepting Dominik's invitation of coming to his game as she took another forkful of cake. "I'd love to," she said with another smile. "I won't make placards or anything," she chuckled. "But I'll be there, cheering you on. I'm sure you'll do great," she gushed. Would her presence distract him? Urgh, of course it wouldn't. He didn't fancy her or anything. She parted her lips to invite him to one of her cross-country runs but he wouldn't really be able to see her. Besides, who really wanted to wait around in the cold all day anyway? Stupid idea.
"Yeah," the blonde said, finding herself agreeing to pretty much everything he said. Why? Because she really did want to spend some more time with him. "I have an idea of something we could do," she piped up. "It was my turn to pick, right?" She said with a grin. He did offer a second date and he did say he'd let her choose. "I mean," she stumbled on her words. "If it's a second date," she stammered, feeling heat rise to her cheeks and making her uncomfortable as she sat. "Or…just a ride on your motorbike," she added, her voice sounding squeaky. "Which would be totally lovely," she tacked on the end of her sentence.
Oh God, what was she doing? "I'm sorry," Chloe said with a laugh, her pale hands going to her much redder face. "What I meant to say was after your game, do you fancy maybe going to the pier?" She asked, chewing on her lower lip nervously, her eyes wide and hopeful. "To see the sunset?" She asked, trying to hang onto any scrap of hope he wouldn't flee the scene. How awkward would that be? Gosh. "And celebrate your inevitable victory with a slushie and a burger, of course," she said with another smile. [/div] [/center] [style=font-family:courier new; font-size:11; color:#000;]words; 907. outfit; here. notes; ajsfk he is! let's aim soon <3 [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by dominik ramirez collins on May 11, 2013 9:40:10 GMT -5
[classy=head] i dont believe in blind optimism [STYLE=float:left; width:379px; background-color:#F4F4F4; opacity:0.7; filter:alpha(opacity=70); height:150px; overflow:auto; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#7A7A7A; text-align:justify; padding: 8px]Dominik couldn't help but wonder if lady luck was in his favor, or she tripped and fell and messed something up. He actually wouldn't mind the latter of the two, one hell of a story to tell your kids one day. Wait what. Kids... What..
He couldn't help but think. Maybe this Chloe was someone different then the one he was supposed to be meeting. His friends told him that she was a slut, or that she was easy prey. This one seemed nothing like that. And to be honest, he was glad. The last thing he wanted to do was to be forced to neck some girl in the middle of a restruant like the two behind him. He wasn't looking of course, strategically placed mirrors were all over the place. Weird.
But back to her, he couldn't really understand himself. She was like everything he ever wanted in a girl. What is going on... She knocked him out of the water, where had she been all this time...
Her question brought him back to earth. He shrugged and nodded. "I guess?" he smiled, "I'm no geek though." he chuckled softly. He really wasn't much of one. Sure he had a nice phone and a dorm with like 400 tv's, but he never really used his phone or the tv's. He enjoyed the outdoors alot more. He was weird like that. She made a comment which made him smile. He nodded softly, almost not moving his head "Well now you do." which he finished with a widened smile. That old and shattered part of him was building itself again. It was euphoria.
He laughed softly at her comment about her screaming if she saw another car. "Remind me to cover my ears." he said with a small grin, hoping she wouldn't take offense to that. He joked sometimes too much.
It was funny how even talking about food makes you hungry. Even if you already ate, its just a blackhole. Atleast that was what he felt, He ate too much. But atleast he did sports to melt it off. He was sure he'd be like 700 pounds if he didn't do what he did. Boom. Her touch was getting more and more addictive. It was killing him softly. It felt like a war. He was fighting her with his compliments and smiles, and she was doing just the same, with her touch. Again, his analogies suck.
The conversation moved on to include gigs. It would have been funny to know that he'd met her before, maybe in not the most lovely of situations. He did remember one that he was hit by someone in the back. But he only remembered that the girl who bumped into him was shorter than him and with blonde hair. Woah
He then offered her to watch him play, and she accepted, but with one condition. "Oh that's fine, I don't don't need any distractions." he said with a soft wink. The school was pretty pepped up with school spirit, so usually games would have tons of placards, but he never paid attention to them, he was too busy with the game.
He nodded when she asked if it was her turn, "Yup." but she was falling apart. It would be a second date, he said it would be. She was derailing herself, and it made him think of what to do. But his hand acted for him. It opened up and covered hers softly, rubbing it as best as he could. "Stop." he said with a smile as he looked into her eyes.
"Sure, a second date at the pier, slushies and burgers, yes." he smiled to her, letting go and retracting his hand slightly. "It'll be fun." he smiled softly. He couldn't have thought of something better, he missed the pier. He hadn't been there in awhile.
The desert was just about finished, and he called the waiter for the bill. And he looked back at the desert and split the last piece in two. Taking his portion he popped it and finished it. The bill was placed in the middle of the table, and he continued to take out his wallet and slide out his card, laying it on the table.
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Post by chloe grace wilson on May 11, 2013 16:33:32 GMT -5
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[/div] "Of course you aren't," Chloe said with a warm smile. Geeks definitely did not look like Dominik. Without meaning to, she let her eyes wash over him to look. Really look. She liked his hair. She didn't know many boys with such thick, rakishly dark curly hair. Most had it in a crew cut, very Abercrombie & Fitch. She didn't really know how to act around boys like him. He was so…so…tall! And smart and with certain words, his accent had this cute little foreign twang. She really was punching above her weight.
Her mum would like him.
She didn't know why that thought popped into her head, they hadn't even finished dinner yet. Chloe was sure that all mothers liked Dominik. He seemed like he treated girls right but she wasn't one to just jump into things. She wasn't going to get naked and she wasn't going to kiss him. She knew it was old fashioned, almost everyone kissed on a first date but she wouldn't. She needed to get to know him a little more first before she entertained fantasies of that sort of nature.
"Oh ha ha," Chloe replied flatly but the corners of her plump deeply pink lips upturned at the corners. He didn't understand. Her school lacked so much creativity, individuality, difference. The parking lot was filled with gleaming Audis, sparkling BMWs, all paid for with Daddy's credit card. What car did she have? Aha. She didn't have one. She had a banged up old bike with a wicker basket attached to the front of it to carry her books.
He didn't need any distractions? "So, no face paint then?" Chloe inquired, head tilted to the left as she offered Dominik a cheeky little grin. "No poms poms? No streamers?" She prompted him, letting her smile widen to a dimpled grin. "I'm kidding," she added, waving her left hand nonchalantly, the thumb of which she wore a plain silver thumb ring. A gift from her grandmother that rarely left her hand. "You won't even notice I'm there," she stated, interlinking her fingers together to rest them on the table top.
"I --"
Oh. Well, that was new. Her lips parted but she looked dumbstruck, eyes wide. His touch made her breath catch in her throat as the hairs on the back of her arms stood too attention, goose bumps spreading from beneath his finger tips. Electric. It was like a jolt. A shock. But it didn't hurt. In fact, it was rather pleasant. She must have been babbling incessantly for him to do something so bold as she touch her. She forgot what she was trying to say and she wasn't sure if that was his intention or not.
The fingers of her free hand twitched, itching to complete the action by resting her palm over his but if she did, it'd be too cosy….right? He told her to stop and she laughed, shaking her head again gently. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, feeling awkward and uncomfortable, both in equal measures. She'd always prided herself on being a stable, level headed human being and the mention of a second date had her spiralling downwards.
A second date. Dominik had confirmed it. The way he was rubbing the back of her hand was enchanting. His hand was so much larger than her own and she wondered if his touch was always so soft. Unfortunately, it didn't last terribly long. She offered him another smile, this one soft and thankful. "Awesome," she said softly, feeling herself fill up with comfort. Gosh, he was so nice to her. He hadn't run a mile yet and she'd already exposed him to her crazy.
Chloe chewed on her lower lip as she watched him so kindly split the last bit of cake and take his share. In the silence, her stomach muscles clenched together, sending that delightful shiver of excitement thrill along the length of her spine. Taking her cue, she finished her cake before her eyes widened. "No!" She exclaimed, shaking her head quickly, one hand outstretched towards him, the other politely covering her mouth.
"No, no, no" she insisted, dropping under the table to grab her bag. Extracting her purse, she hastily rummaged for some money, eventually extracting a few notes that would cover her half of the bill. She had enough on her for everything but she knew how boys could get all weird about paying for stuff. "We'll split it," she told him with a bright smile, closing up her purse, sad that this was effectively the end of the evening.
"Oh!" She exclaimed suddenly, diving back into her bag to extract her battered cellphone. It was clear she didn't take good care of her expensive belongings. "Put your number in here," she stated, holding her cell out to him with another smile. "It was really nice meeting you," Chloe remarked gently and she meant every word of it. This blind date wasn't even a little bit as awful as she thought it'd be. "Thank you for a lovely evening." [/div] [/center] [style=font-family:courier new; font-size:11; color:#000;]words; 843. outfit; here. notes; tomorrow evening my time?! aaand I think we're almost wrapped up here <3 [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by dominik ramirez collins on May 16, 2013 15:03:19 GMT -5
[classy=head] i dont believe in blind optimism [STYLE=float:left; width:379px; background-color:#F4F4F4; opacity:0.7; filter:alpha(opacity=70); height:150px; overflow:auto; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#7A7A7A; text-align:justify; padding: 8px]Dominik couldn't help but feel like she was either out of his league, or just one hell of a catch. Either way he was hoping to keep her. Well, if she didn't mind. He wasn't going to lock her up in a basement or anything. Why was he so weird with these thoughts...
He smiled to her as she started to derail herself, only to touch her. But when they did touch, it was like he touched a lightning rod, he didn't know what hit him. It was like this jolt of power, or something. It raced up his arm and into his chest, almost stopping his heart. Woah
When she apologized, he only smiled softly, he did her a favor like she did with him, having to sit here and deal with his awkwardness. The realization that a second date was underway was quite satisfying, almost unreal if he could be honest.
When he split the cake and finished his piece, there was only a brief moment of silence. It was broken by her frantic movements. He just sat there almost dumbfounded, looking at her as she finally laid the money to split the bill.
His inner gentleman was telling him to pay the full bill. But his rational mind was telling him not to ruin the date over money. This was true, everyone in this town could afford to split a bill. He just shrugged and smiled "We'll just make it our little habit, splitting the bill." he smiled softly, hoping she didn't think he would depend on her. "Unless you want to do something like, you pay, I pay. Whatever floats your boat." he smiled softly, calling the waiter over and Dominik told him to split the pay between the two. Luckily it was a different one, so she took it with a great big smile and told them it'd be quick.
When he turned back, he saw her phone on the table, it took him a moment to realize, before he picked it up and entered his phone, he quickly looked at her own number and entered hers as well into his.
Once they were ready and paid for, he smiled to her and nodded "Thank you as well." he chuckled softly as he led her out the door, of course opening it for her, and then they went their separate ways.
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