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Post by hazel on Apr 19, 2013 21:51:09 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, opacity:.7, BTABLE][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/lYjBq.png); width:100px; padding:20px] ❝A drop in the ocean, A change in the weather, I was praying that you and me might end up together. It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert, But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven❞ | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] Hazel thought she was cute.
She really thought she kept up with fashion. She checked her outfit three times, deciding on a washed-out, plum colored shirt and high-rise khaki shorts with a thin rope belt. She messed with her hair and braided it close to her head, all sound of music-like. She stuffed her ears into a floppy sun hat, and pursed her red lips.
Salem had invited her over, and Hazel was flighty, anxious. Her stomach felt knotty and she wanted to hold Salem's hand. She couldn't explain that bit. She just wanted to clutch it, to feel his callused fingers there beneath her's. Sal probably wouldn't want to hold her hand, but the thought comforting, nonetheless. She was sure it would be soothing, and after this week she could definitely use any kind of calm.
Salem's friends made her nervous, made her retreat back into hats and headbands, and bobby pins holding her ears back. She fiddled with ribbons and all kinds of things to keep them hidden. There was really nothing good about them; self concious, nervous and disappointble little things. She wondered what their other comments had been about. Back for seconds? Whenever she remembered, her insides did loop-dee-loops.
She brushed her shorts off, took herself in. She was nervous, and her bird-boned wrists shook excitedly. Hazel just wanted to see him, and she couldn't even bear to chide herself over it; she was just too happy to see him to be upset. Haze knocked, and then played with the medium-sized brim of her hat. |
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Post by salem on Apr 22, 2013 8:14:53 GMT -6
After the incident with his friends, Salem had felt...well, strange. It had really upset him that Hazel almost found out about his little white lie, and he felt horrible about how she reacted. But who wouldn't react strangely to that, especially someone like her?
Someone like her. Honestly, Salem had never met anyone else like the fair-haired, black-eared girl. It was a little...well, not strange, just unexpected. Who would have expected a boy like Salem to fall for a girl like Hazel?
But Sal didn't like admitting that he had fallen for her. It was weird, he wanted to keep her a secret from the world so he could only have her himself, and that just gave him this weird swelling feeling in his chest that felt amazing yet painful and he wasn't sure if he completely liked it.
Still, the blue-haired boy felt a bit bad about what had happened the last time they met so he decided to invite her over to apologize and maybe hang out a little bit. And then he could just break it off, say that it was a misunderstanding and while he'd feel bad at least he knew that he was dong the right thing. Or something.
But he didn't want to break it off. It was an eternal struggle, really. What would be the harm in...dating Hazel? It was a strange thought considering he'd never really had a proper girlfriend, just hookups and flings and the like. Still, though, he didn't feel like he was right for Hazel. She needed a guy more similar to herself and he was the complete opposite of her.
Then again, opposites attract.
Salem kept contradicting himself and he kept getting angry with his stupid brain fighting with his stupid heart, but everything practically shut down when he heard the knock at the door. Hazel was here. Gotta act cool.
Going over to the door he opened it up, taking her in, floppy sunhat and all. Goddess she was cute. "Uh, c'min," he mumbled, his words blending together; it was a curse of what happened when he was nervous, which didn't make sense for such a confident young man.
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Post by hazel on Apr 22, 2013 11:45:51 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, opacity:.7, BTABLE][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/lYjBq.png); width:100px; padding:20px] ❝A drop in the ocean, A change in the weather, I was praying that you and me might end up together. It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert, But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven❞ | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] Should she just turn around and go home?
The thought popped up without prompting, without permission. But, after all, what if this did turn into some kind of joke? The way his friends had laughed about things she didn't understand... and why would Salem invite someone like her over to his house? She pulled on the brim of her hat. No... he'd held her tighter, right? He could've laughed along with them, but he hadn't. Haze's resolution steeled, but she continued to play with the brim of her hat since her normal habit was impossible.
Salem answered the door and Hazel nearly squeaked. She was just so lost in thought. Once she looked up and calmed down, she couldn't help but brighten. She was a flower that bloomed in front of him, he was the sun. She soaked up all his color and smiled a bit too broadly. Realizing what she had done, she felt embarrassed. Hazel fingered the metal parts of her crutches and stayed silent because her mouth felt like it was full of cotton.
Instinctively, she looked down. Looking down just made her look at Sal's chest (since he was a giant, more or less), and when he took deep breaths she could see it move. His ribcage expanded and she could see his muscles roll with the action. Her ears turned red when she had the urge to reach out and touch him, to make sure that Salem was real and he was probably warm and solid enough, but also yielding.
Now Hazel's whole face was red.
She swallowed. "I -uh, yeah. Okay." She swallowed again, and then looked back up with her red face and her bottom lip that shook just a little. She put her crutches beside the door, and walked inside with one foot in a sandal and one in a walking boot. Sal probably expected her to take the hat off, too, and place it on the crutches, but she just played with the brim some more and otherwise left it in place.
In the small space of an entrance, Hazel could smell Salem's cologne (since boys tended to always overdue it) and it mixed with a warm smell, like sunshine, and now she was back full circle. Thinking about him as sunshine and warmth and her face was red again. She took a deep breath, an exasperated one, and tried to push all the blood that had risen to her face back down into her veins. "Hi," she said vehemently. It was all she could manage.
This was probably going to be a long day. |
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Post by salem on Apr 24, 2013 22:32:19 GMT -6
She looked...small. Hazel was incredibly short and wispy and tiny compared to him, but she just looked so small. Maybe it was that big hat covering her ears or maybe the fact that she was pulling it down over her head, almost cowering.
Was she afraid? Was she awkward? Hell, he was a little awkward too about this, and he didn't know why. Well, really, he did, but he couldn't admit that. People didn't fall in love so fast. It might not have been love, necessarily, but it was at least like. It was definitely like, considering the butterflies that were in his stomach, flitting about as if they were on cocaine or something.
She practically shouted a greeting at him and he couldn't help but chuckle, albeit a bit nervously. He didn't really know what to say either, so he stood there a bit awkwardly for a bit before he shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing around the room. His house was kind of boring, unless she wanted to play video games or something.
"Uuuuh, are you hungry or thirsty?" he asked, feeling like a bad host. He HAD invited her over, after all. "I can go grab you somethin' if you wanna sit down, cuz of, uh, that cast thingie."
(2 short but my brain is fried :c )
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Post by hazel on Apr 25, 2013 7:02:49 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, opacity:.7, BTABLE][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/lYjBq.png); width:100px; padding:20px] ❝A drop in the ocean, A change in the weather, I was praying that you and me might end up together. It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert, But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven❞ | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] If only she could swallow up her nervousness, then maybe she wouldn't appear so strange. That was a comforting thought, but she knew that she'd be strange no matter what. After all, she had ears. But what was stranger was that she was operating under some misguided notion that the hat made the ears not exist. Hazel was ignoring the fact that no one really wore hats inside. It was weird. Especially in someone's house, compared to a restaurant or something.
She wasn't about to take the hat off, though.
Of course Salem chuckled at her - what else would he do? Hazel was practically acting as a freak. She was always a bit strange, but now her shyness was incapacitating. Once it was gone, she'd better - but maybe better was worse. Maybe her overbearing and clingy type of manner would be too much for Salem compared to the frightened-mouse type demeanor she had right now. Would he like her strange behavior? Did he even like her strange behavior now?
Haze needed to stop thinking - she was only making things worse.
"Oh sitting down sounds good." Something to drink? Well what did he have? Oh, she didn't want to start being overbearing now. All she could really think was that hormones were awful and so was being eighteen because she couldn't think straight and everything was embarrassing. Just in time, the feeling of wanting to touch him crept back around. Hazel vividly remembered, just a week and a few days ago, being tucked into Sal's chest and feeling his arms beneath her and his broad chest behind her and just how nice and secure that was.
Before she even realized what she was doing, she had reached out and was touching Salem tentatively on the arm. She looked at her hand as if it were not her hand; it was an alien hand, a foreign one. Hazel squeaked again, some kind of noise between a mouse and a dog that had just been stepped on. "I-I'm sorry. C-can I have water?" Her hand hesitated in the air, and she looked at her feet.
Everything was really embarrassing, that much was certain. |
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