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Post by James DeCosta on Sept 24, 2007 1:38:47 GMT -5
Love me, love me. Say that you love me.
He stared off into space, his thumb simply just waiting for the song to finish before pressing next. Cell phone in hand, he had fallen back against his seat, his right ankle supported by his left knee in manly fashion. It was cold in the cafe, even the dark jacket he wore over his red anti-global warming shirt still had let the chill pass through and it sent goose bumps up his arms. He looked behind him to the air conditioner, guessing it was probably turned up too high. But then again, it was raining pretty hard outside. It worried him a little how Laken would make it through all that rain and made him consider getting in the Mustang that was parked outside and picking her up. But she was probably on her way, and he'd been waiting for her for quite a while now. They weren’t planning on doing much, just to talk about some few things in class, and maybe, James figured, just hang out a little more than the last time they’d been together with Triver.
Laken was a pretty girl. He’d only seen her once today, and it was this morning, when he passed by her at the hallways. It would’ve been twice, but he skipped one class today, the one where she was in it. He kept forgetting what it was, though, never really paying attention ever since the start of the school year. He skipped that class a lot, too, a minimum of twice a week. His teacher had begun warning him about it, so now I guess he was trying to minimize it. It was too boring of a class not to skip. James had hoped to meet Laken there to ask her some things about what happened and what he missed, but being James and catching up to everything eventually, he didn’t really care. He was mostly interested in talking to her. Laken was a pretty girl and she seemed too nice to him that it made him wonder if his often rough, asshole attitude ever bothered her at all.
He shifted in his seat a little; his back ached for being in the same position for too long. Somehow, he still hadn’t felt bothered by the looks given to him by the café staff. He hadn’t ordered or gotten anything yet, and he probably appeared as if he was just loitering around. He was just waiting for Laken and didn’t want to get anything before she did. He was seated at a two-person table, just beside the glass that had enclosed the café from the outside. He looked at the tiny rivers of rain flowing down the glass, and ran his fingers against the fog that’d settled there from the inside of the shop.
Fool me, fool me. Go on and fool me.
He grunted a little as he woke up from his thoughts and realized the song still hadn’t switched. He had that urge to let it finish before he went to the next though and it was probably one of those obsessive-compulsive things. He wasn’t much of a freak with it, though. But he found it easier when things were in order and followed a pattern. Just because he had that streak of rebellion in him didn’t mean he was some seriously fucked up dude.
Not much happened in his life nowadays. His life nowadays had centred on several things; one of the biggest is school. Not much happened in school. Ever since school started, the days just started to get longer the same as how summer seemed really short. He met a lot of people over the summer, mostly some new skate buddies and a few girls here and there. It made him hate school even more how he still thought of summer when it was already long over. In school he’d met some new people too, one of those is Laken. He admitted he liked her, she was a nice chick, but he didn’t think much about the things that might happen soon in the future. He was one of those live-for-now people who didn’t care much about the future. As much as he thought about it and wanted something long-term, he never really stressed himself that much for what might happen soon, and as far as he knew, the only long-term thing he had was the one with Dereon. After that whole thing, he’d lock most parts of himself from the outside. He still dated, and had girlfriends every once in a while, but that was it. He wasn’t the type to fool around with women though; it was just that sometimes he had a hard time being completely happy with the relationships he has, much like his father. He just always found himself looking for more all the time. I mean, he was pretty content with almost everything, but I suppose those past girlfriends eventually got tired of him seeming to have his full attention elsewhere.
The sudden change of song startled him and made him blink a few times before acting to turn the volume down a little.
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Post by Laken Rose Cullens on Sept 25, 2007 14:44:36 GMT -5
Driving would have been the smart thing to do. It's not like Laken Rose Cullens lacked a car; quite the opposite actually. She had a very nice car, a very good car, a very cute car. A light blue two thousand and six Slug Bug convertible. It would have been the smart thing to drive to the coffee shop rather to walk in the cold rain. It was fall rain, very different from spring or summer rain. The rain in the fall was always sure to be like ice unlike spring or summer where it was just warm. No, this was the freezing kind of ice. It was always surprising to her friends, and even to herself when they were kind enough to point out her flaw, that she lacked so much common sense. Laken was the top in her class, number one, being a very smart girl. She could tell you any measurement conversion, could tell you how many protons were in the outside ring of most elements, she could do run and rise math problems in her head, x and y never giving her trouble. Being able to do all that, one would think that she was capable of thinking of normal things, like driving her car. With a thin button up shirt and the sleeves only going to her elbows, her lower arms were exposed, creating little goose bumps. As she walked the distance between the campus and coffee shop, which wasn't a horrible distance, she held her pure white umbrella to shield her upper half from the rain. It was a considerably large umbrella, the kind big enough to make sure that the top half of the carrier didn't get wet. On the down side to this, Laken's jeans were wet; the lower half soaked to the middle of her calf, the rest splattered lightly with drops. She could see her destination. The glass front wall was fogged over, she could see the tables by the window, couple seats. Her blue eyes not lingering on the window enough to tell who the people were sitting there were, Laken kept her eyes down as she walked as quickly as she could to shelter. She was meeting James DeCosta, a fellow Senior. The sight of the boy made her heart skip a little. Maybe it was his "bad boy" attitude, maybe it was the fact that she knew she could never have him, maybe it was simply his good looks but she felt her heart stutter when she looked at him. She swore it stopped when he looked back. Laken was happy when the two planned to meet. She remembered when they were on the swings together, interrupted by Triver. Not that she minded much, she just wished they would have gotten to know each other a little better. She knew they were suppose to be talking about school, even more so today since he missed literature, the class they shared together, but she wanted to just talk with him more than studying. Shocking, seeing as studying was one of her favorite ways to pass time. Reaching the door, she shoved it open, standing in the doorway momentarily to shake off the umbrella she was carrying. It would be rude to walk in there, leave a wet puddle, and have the umbrella open. Laken closed it, wrapped the securing tie around it so it wouldn't flop around when she would lean it against the wall. Glancing down at her legs, she sigh lightly at the fact that they were wet. At least her top was dry and her scrunch-curled hair was in perfect place. Eyes scanning the room, she saw James. Her heart skipped and she had to remind herself to breath. Keeping her cool on the outside, she walked quickly yet gracefully over to her company. A smile formed on her lips as she reached the table, leaning her umbrella against the glass wall. So he was the one behind the glass. As she pulled out her chair to sit down, Laken said, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. It was a little longer walk than I anticipated." The rain slowed the girl down a little bit. Sitting in the seat she pulled out for herself, her blue eyes looked at him expectantly. While she usually would have waited for the other to start the conversation, she was all too eager to talk to him. Laken really hoped this didn't show. "Why weren't you in class today?" School was a good cover to talk to him; it was casual but not too eager, a logical thing to ask since he missed class. On the inside, she wished they could skip the school part, though she was sure he wouldn't be here with her under any other circumstance. She supposed they would have to stick to school. |
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Post by James DeCosta on Oct 1, 2007 4:33:38 GMT -5
I guess you could call it good timing when he caught sight of Laken just right after he’d turned down the volume. He got up from his chair briefly when she came over, and waited for her to sit down before he did. He was smiling at her, unable to hide how glad he was that she came.
James knew she had her own ride – that shiny, blue babe car he’d always see parked in front of school whenever he’d come over to the balcony to chill. He didn’t know why she walked all the way to the coffee shop in the rain, though. Perhaps it would’ve sounded stupid and obnoxious of him if he mentioned that he would’ve picked her up instead of just sitting around and waiting for her to come. Well, he thought she had a car and the thought of her going under the rain, with or without the umbrella made him feel bad a little. Pretty girls shouldn’t get themselves wet. He managed a reply- “Nah, it’s fine. I skipped class again and I might’ve gotten myself in bigger trouble if someone caught me there, so I just sat around here. I should’ve walked with you, though.”
His eyes turned away from hers and were focused on the rain that continued to fall outside until he heard her speak again.
[NOT DONE. D: BRB]
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