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Post by dakota caydence monroe on Oct 12, 2009 17:13:39 GMT -5
Oh lord. She was going to die. That was the only thing that could happen to her. He was holding her hand, and she was following him to her class like some sort of love sick puppy. It was wrong, he should be with one of the pretty girls across the room. The ones that were tall and thin, and wore aeropostale and uggs and jimmie choo. Not her. She wore Zana Di, and converse and vans. She was all wrong.She didn't voice her confusion though. She was afraid he'd change his mind
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Post by peter wesley valentine on Oct 12, 2009 17:18:30 GMT -5
As they finally arrived at the class, people stared. Some were there already, even though it was about 15 minutes till it even started. He smiled at a few of them, casually as they gawked at both of them. He picked one of the tables off near a window where no one usually sat, due to the fact that it was sort of bright, but he could use that to his advantage. "Wow. The way the light hits your hair ...It makes you look even more beautiful..." he muttered, so only she could hear.
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Post by dakota caydence monroe on Oct 12, 2009 17:33:45 GMT -5
Dakota visibly shivered. The hottest guy in the school just called her beautiful. Then she blushed because the hottest guy in the school just called her beautiful. She pulled out some thick, white, construction paper and her charcoal and tried to focus on what she wanted to draw.She finally chose marilyn monroe randomly, basically because they had the same last name, and began to draw
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Post by peter wesley valentine on Oct 12, 2009 17:35:58 GMT -5
He looked at her, smiling at her as she drew. She was really good. Maybe he shouldn't do this to her. She was just so nice so far, why wreck her this way? He watched more intently because she was very very good at drawing. He was good but not as good as she was.
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Post by dakota caydence monroe on Oct 12, 2009 17:41:25 GMT -5
Dakota bit her lip, trying to get the right amount of volume in marilyn's platinum hair, grumbling about how she could see it, so deciding she would move on to her lips, and after she got the feel of how things would look, she'd come back to it. She sighed, knowing she was messing up because she was nervous with Peter looking over her shoulder. She finally finished the shaping and shading of marilyn's lips, and leaned back to give her tired arm a rest, and looked at her charcoal stained fingers
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Post by peter wesley valentine on Oct 12, 2009 17:43:58 GMT -5
He smiled at her. "Wow. You're really good." he said, looking at what was already finished on the paper she'd been drawing on. "How long have you been drawing?" he asked. He shouldn't do this, get so close to her, but if he really DID like her like she seemed to believe he did, he would ask. So this made sense. He just hoped his conscious didn't make him regret this.
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Post by dakota caydence monroe on Oct 12, 2009 17:50:34 GMT -5
"Thanks" she said, looking down at her dark wash jeans, not looking at him. She smiled when he asked how long she'd been drawing."Hmm... i started taking lessons when I was nine" she said after thinking for a moment. She looked up and smiled at him, still not showing her teeth
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Post by peter wesley valentine on Oct 12, 2009 17:54:01 GMT -5
Peter nodded, with a smile. "That's great. I started drawing when I was like...12. Mainly just because my mom had just died and I hate my dad so, I started to draw to get over it. It didn't help all that much though but i still love it." Peter said, then thought about it. Why the hell had he just told her that? He was trying to PLAY her, not DATE her. This was so weird to him. Why was he trying like this? He cleared his throat then ran his fingers through his hair. Almost like he was nervous? Damn he was messed up.
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Post by dakota caydence monroe on Oct 12, 2009 17:59:34 GMT -5
Dakota frowned slightly, her eyes softened. "Your mom died?" she asked, with some sympathy in her voice. "My Dad died."she told him "He was, er, on drugs" she felt as though she should tell him something since he told her something that was that personal. "My mom tries to be a good mom, but she doesnt pay any attention to me, just my sister" she then was quiet. She felt like she'd mentioned too much. He didn't want to hear about her family problems. He was popular. She was lucky to be talking to him
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Post by peter wesley valentine on Oct 12, 2009 18:50:33 GMT -5
Believe it or not, he almost wanted to know more about her. He felt bad. Maybe he just wanted to know more out of pity, for the fact that she had no dad, and the fact that no one talked to her. "My dad tries too I guess. I just don't like him. He nags. Constantly." he said, with a sigh. Why the hell are you telling her this, he thought, you can't tell HER this, he continued in his thoughts but he shook it off. "I'm sorry. About your dad. And your mom." he apologized, even though it was not his fault.
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