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Post by VIVIAN L. on Apr 16, 2013 11:53:57 GMT -6
| [atrb=width, 50%][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=width, 400px, btable][atrb=align, center, btable][atrb=style, background: #36393b; padding: 60px 20px 0 20px; border-bottom: 10px solid #45484b;] | [atrb=style, background: #f6f6f6; border-bottom: 10px white solid;]He could do this. No, not could. He would do this! This was the farthest he had ever gotten before. Usually, he ended up just running away before he even got to the gate. But ... today! Today, he was going to talk to her and... and ... his hands tightened on the small plastic box, eyes lowering to the pale blue lid in silence. Well. Well, that was what he had been thinking anyways. He wanted to talk to her. He had really wanted to talk to her. She was just so pretty and ... He peeked from behind one of the nearest trees, resting his hand on the trunk as he watched the girl a bit awkwardly. He hid behind the tree again, sliding his back against the trunk and hiding his face with the box. She was so pretty. And she smelled so nice... ugh. He must have seemed like such a creepy stalker! Maybe he should have just gone home or something... yeah. That sounded like a good idea. It sounded like a really good idea. He'd just go home and try again another day. He wouldn't be able to do this today. Jeez. How weak, he thought. Being brought down so easily by a girl that he had never done so much as talk to. If even that. He didn't even talk to her. He had just seen her around one day and she was just so pretty... and from what little he did know, she was nice too. But ... gah. She'd probably laugh in his face if he said anything about liking her and stuff. Stupid, stupid, stupid. How could he even like her, right? He didn't really even know her! It was so embarrassing. He wished he knew her a little better. But he couldn't even manage to talk to her, ugh... maybe he should just give up. Vivian tucked his fingertips beneath the lid, peeling it off before taking out one of the cookies and popping it into his mouth. She probably wouldn't want to eat cookies. Maybe she liked something else? Yeah... ugh. Damn it, he would go talk to her today! He was damn tired of talking himself down. He was a man, right? Yeah. He could do this! He would do this! He snapped the lid back on, jumping back up onto his feet as he finished chewing before he puffed out his chest and headed in the direction of the girl's farm. Yeah. He could do this! He could do this! He was finally going to do this! He'd get to talk to her and ... and she'd ... she'd go out with him and stuff! And then he tripped. And fell. Like an idiot. It was all over, Vivian thought. All over. |
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Post by SKYE Q. on Apr 20, 2013 15:44:22 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=valign, top] VIVIAN [atrb=align, right]It was a normal day. Tending to the chickens was easy and done quickly, like every other day. Some would look at her and find her duties tedious and boring, but Skye liked doing her chores, no matter how many times she was called farm girl by the boys in town. That was exactly why she wanted to live out here, away from them all.
"Skye, could you be a dear and pick up those tools and put them where they're supposed to be?" her mother called from behind her while she pointed to the tools in question, smiling her usual motherly smile to her, which sometimes made Skye feel uneasy. She was about to ask 'why', but after giving it a second thought it just seemed unnecessarily rude and so she didn't. "Sure, mom."
"You know where, right?"
That question came a little as a surprise, but then again Skye never really did any crop farming and sometimes ended up asking her parents where things were supposed to be, or if she was doing what she was doing the right way. She didn't like crop farming at all, but she couldn't deny her parents the help they often desperately needed. The chickens were enough for her, having so many of them, that she spent most of her days tending to them.
"Yes, I know where."
As she stood up from where she had been sitting, holding one of the chickens for a health inspection, Skye placed the bewildered chicken inside the coup fence and moved over to where the tools were. Coincidentally they were lying at the outer crop patches, close to the fence that enclosed the entire farm, and she couldn't help but notice the purplette lying face down outside of the fence.
As a reaction to the sight, the bright brunette stopped dead in her tracks. A pair of blinking wet orbs peered over at the silhouette lying in the middle of the road, and her hand instinctively touched the fence in front of her.
"A-are you okay?"
Her shy nature wanted to take over and keep her from doing anything else, but she couldn't help but feel worried for him, and before she knew it her feet had taken her outside the farm and was now squatted down next to him. A hand was extended to touch his shoulder, but she retracted it before she reached his arm, wincing.
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Post by VIVIAN L. on Apr 21, 2013 11:17:33 GMT -6
| [atrb=width, 50%][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=width, 400px, btable][atrb=align, center, btable][atrb=style, background: #36393b; padding: 60px 20px 0 20px; border-bottom: 10px solid #45484b;] | [atrb=style, background: #f6f6f6; border-bottom: 10px white solid;]Ugh, how embarrassing. It was all over, he thought. Everything. It was all over. She probably saw him and thought he was an idiot now. Probably said something like 'Wow, I didn't know people could trip and fall like that' or whatever. Ugh, she'd never like him now. Not that she ever would like him. It was a one in a million chance that she'd give him the time of day. Because she probably had tons of other people to talk to! A- And, people probably liked her outside of him. What if she even had a boyfriend? Of course, she had one. There was no one she couldn't have one. Aah, was this what they called the pretty girl theory? Of ... of course with that said, he had never tried to go and talk to her by himself until today but ... it was obvious by now that he had lost any and all nerve to do much of anything in this situation. But then again, Skye wasn't that kind of girl. She definitely couldn't be. From what he knew about her, she wasn't that kind of person. She wouldn't laugh at him for falling. Or baking her cookies. Or for hiding behind a tree. Or at least, he thought, he hoped that she wouldn't. He was pretty sure that she wouldn't. She would be too nice for that... he sighed, rolling over onto his back. Unfocused azure blue meeting the sky. It was why he fell in love with her after all. He believed in love at first sight. Was that so wrong? Yeah, it probably was. Anyone who saw him - and anyone including his friends - probably would have just called him a creepy stalker or something for just watching her sometimes. Wait. Wait, what was that? Had he just heard his fair princess call to him? He covered his face with his arms in embarrassment, the vibrant red hue coloring his pale cheeks. Dang it, he had been intended on running away before she could find him! Well, he supposed that was what he got for just staying on the ground like that. His lips parted as to reply, but no words came to his tongue. Suddenly his mouth was dry and Vivian was at a loss for words. Say something, he thought. Say anything! " Uh," ... words, man. Words! Still, nothing came to his mind and nothing came to his mouth. The indigo haired teen merely left on the ground to stammer like a fool as he tried hard to come up with something cool to say. Something like ... like, flirty! So she knew he was interested. He had nothing though. Absolutely nothing. He couldn't count how many times he had rehearsed their encounter and even now. Vivian sat up suddenly before his forehead made contact with the girl's and his body hit the ground once again. " Shit," He grumbled, lifting his hands to rub at his forehead a bit miserably. Damn, that hurt. He hoped he wouldn't get a bruise or anything, ugh. It'd be horrible to have an ugly, purple mark apparent on his forehead. He didn't need the guys bugging about it or whatever ... geez, this sucked. Now Skye really wouldn't like hi- his eyes shot open again before the indigo haired teen got onto his feet again, though more carefully than the last time, and moving to check if she was alright. " I'm so sorry." He apologized immediately, concern evident on his features as he moved to inspect the girl's forehead. " Are you okay? I- I mean, people tell me that I have a real hard head so I might have given you brain damage or something. Not that I'm saying that I hit you hard enough for something like that but I don't really know because I'm not you." He stammered out, Vivian more surprised with himself as words continued to come out one after another. Oh god, shut up. Shut up, shut up. " I mean it'd suck if I really did hurt you 'cause you seem real nice and I'd be a real jackass to hurt a girl so..." Shut up, shut up, shut up. Why couldn't he stop talking? He felt like that last one was louder than it needed to be. He was crouched down too, his arms resting on his legs and his teeth biting at his bottom lip as to try and keep himself silent. Calm down, man. You're embarrassing yourself. He sighed, looking up at the girl through his bangs before he lifted a hand to rub at the back of his head a bit awkwardly. His gaze shifted to the side, Vivian a bit too nervous for his own good. Calm. Cool. Collected. Girls liked that not ... stammering morons that hurt them. " Look my ... uh. My point is... are you alright?" |
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Post by SKYE Q. on Apr 24, 2013 15:09:27 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=valign, top] VIVIAN [atrb=align, right]She was about to try and touch his arm again, to ask why he was hiding his face, why he was just lying there or if he was just really too hurt to move. In which case she was a little unsure what to do next. Skye wasn't particularly good at first aid.
She saw his lips beginning to move, and thought for a split second he was going to answer her, but nothing came out. He was just lying there with his face covered and didn't utter a word. Maybe he was really shy? Skye knew nothing about him, after all. He was a complete stranger to her, as far as she knew. She didn't even know what he looked like, having his face covered like that.
Wait, he said something. "What?" She bent down a little further, in case he had difficulty speaking. "What did you sa-"
Suddenly the purplette's head got real close to her own, real fast, and bumped it into her own. She lost her balance, even though it wasn't too much force in the blow, and fell to the ground on her butt.
"Oww."
A distorted image of the boy's face remained in her mind, as her eyes closed and a hand reached up to rub gently at her forehead. What in the world had he done? Suddenly they had switched places and now he was the one looking down and asking if she was okay.
"Ughh." She had to put her hand in front of her eyes a little to shield the sun from now poking her in the face, but as soon as she opened her eyes fully she could see the worried face of the most handsome boy she had ever seen, which immediately shot a heat across her face, making her cheeks noticeably coloured in a pink hue.
From the guy she had been suspecting to be of the more shy kind, the purplette standing over her was now kind of .. rambling. Her immediate thought was that it was cute, and she started giggling. When she realised what she was doing, however, she moved the hand she had been blocking the sun with to her mouth.
"I'm okay." That was all she could produce between his own words. A genuine smile appeared on her lips, and she moved the hand again, from her mouth to her ear, tucking some hair behind it.
He looked a little flustered and uncomfortable, and she was still sitting on the ground, so instead of having this entire event grow even more awkward than it already had become, Skye shifted her weight over to her knees and tilted her head to get a better look at the guy. Sitting on her knees in the dirt was nothing she hadn't done before, and so it didn't bother her too much, although they would probably have to move sooner or later.
"I'm- I'm fine, really!" It hadn't hurt that much anyway. Living on a farm her entire life had ensued far worse incidents and she knew what real pain felt like. This wasn't even remotely close. Then again, maybe he was? A lock of hair fell over her face as she tilted her head a little more, trying to get his attention. "Are you? I mean, you were just lying there just now .. did something happen? Are you hurt somewhere?"
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Post by VIVIAN L. on Apr 24, 2013 21:14:45 GMT -6
| [atrb=width, 50%][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=width, 400px, btable][atrb=align, center, btable][atrb=style, background: #36393b; padding: 60px 20px 0 20px; border-bottom: 10px solid #45484b;] | [atrb=style, background: #f6f6f6; border-bottom: 10px white solid;]God, he felt like an idiot. And if it wasn't for the throbbing pain on his forehead, he was pretty sure he would have preferred it being dismissed. He was embarrassed, terribly so in fact. He had finally gathered the nerve to try and talk to her and he had ended up tripping all over himself and hitting his forehead on her's. Geez, he hoped it wouldn't bruise or anything. He probably would have never forgiven himself if he hurt her. Part of him wanted to touch her forehead to see if it was going to bruise, but he supposed it would have seemed rather strange for him to do something like that. We only just met, he reminded himself. No reason to let the fact that she was - or rather, had been - concerned about his well being go to his head or anything. But instead of yelling at him, which he hadn't been expecting but it would have been a plausible response, a faint pink colored her cheeks. Was she just as flustered as he was? Couldn't be any reason other than that, huh? He lowered his gaze to the ground, his cheeks flaring up in color as well as the purplette tried hard not to let the situation become any more awkward than he already felt it was. He really was lame, wasn't he? Trying to be cool and stuff and it ended up being everything but. His eyes widened slightly when she giggled, the edges of his lips tilting upward into a silly grin as well. " Heh, I'm happy you're laughin' then instead of being upset with me. I'm not sure what I would do if I made a pretty girl like you mad at me." Wait, did he? He did! Vivian almost wanted to scream in joy at the fact that he hadn't choked on the very words that slipped his lips just then. He had said something that actually seemed to make a lot of sense or whatever! No more stammering or tripping and stuff or never shutting up or running out of words. But then again, with that said. He was pretty sure that time would rear its ugly head again and leave him at a loss. Nothing unusual. But he got her to laugh and girls liked guys that could make them laugh, right? ... shut up, it was the only thing he could hope would be true. He didn't know anything about girls outside of the movies. It was like treading in new territory. But it wasn't just any territory, no. This was Skye, literally one of the prettiest and nicest people he had ever met in his life time. Ah, love really did change the way you looked at people. The color in his cheeks only darkened at the thought, an awkward cough escaping his parted lips once again. Geez, he was getting all embarrassed here and she probably didn't even know why. He was getting all flustered on his own. " If, er. If you're sure." He replied. Ah, they should probably ... probably get up! He wouldn't want to hold this position anymore anyways. His legs were starting to give up on holding him there and he didn't want to fall over and make a bigger fool of himself. Besides, he should have helped her up anyways. Gah, why wasn't anything turning out right today? And there she was being so darn cute, he just wanted to hug her. Baby steps, he reminded himself. Vivian just had to take small baby steps and eventually, he'd be able to get to that point where it wouldn't seem really weird. Aww, she asked him if he was okay! " Y- Yeah. I'm fine! Don't worry about me. I just uh ..." What was he supposed to say? That he was waiting for the right chance to talk to her? No, no, no. He'd seem too stalkerish. " I just um. Tripped and I ended up on the ground as you can see. Er. Saw. ... whatever." Words, why fail him now? He straightened up, leaning down and offering Skye his hand. " We should probably get up." He offered a small smile, waiting for her in an almost suffocating silence. " Oh, I should probably introduce myself. Erm, my name is ..." Maybe he should have lied about his name? Tell her that his name was something manlier or something? Like he could tell her his name was Alex or something. Anything that wasn't his name. He supposed he should have been prouder of it since his parents named him that but still. It was kind of embarrassing. But he supposed that in the end, he shouldn't have started off their relationship with lies. Definitely not. " My name is Vivian. It's um ... nice to meet you." |
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Post by SKYE Q. on Apr 25, 2013 17:22:56 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=valign, top] VIVIAN [atrb=align, right]She was genuinely concerned about this boy's physical health, and she was starting to wonder if she should worry about his mental health too, as he had been a complete bipolar since she first saw him lying in the middle of the road. At which they were still located, speaking of.
Skye couldn't help but rid herself of that thought, however, when the purplette above her began talking normally, and even grinning on top of that. It all just added to his already obvious good looks, and now her cheeks were pink of just being in the presence of him. He was someone new, someone she didn't know, and that automatically made him more interesting that if she had found an old town resident in the street.
His comment, though. He called her pretty. Pretty!
Very few boys had ever called her that, even her own brother didn't. It came as a surprise to her, despite feeling really flattered of course, but it left her almost blank-faced - with a warmth that shot across her cheeks again - and it took her a second before she could even react. This definitely wasn't something that happened every day. Who was this guy?
He was handsome, he was good with words, he was considerate and worried when she had fallen over because of how he knocked into her. She didn't really hang out with a lot of boys, so there was nothing to compare with, but she knew she was fascinated.
Above all else she wanted to talk normally back to him, tell him that she wasn't upset with him at all because why would she be? Well, there was that nasty blow to her forehead, but that didn't seem like it had been on purpose, so why bother being angry about it?
"Are- are you sure that you're fine? Nothing, uhm, broken or anything?" She had to be nice to him. She wanted to be nice to him.
It just wasn't like her own nature to chat casually or even easily with strangers, and she didn't even know his name. After a long glance upon his face, she could remember seeing it before, but not where. In town, perhaps? But it couldn't have been too long ago. She didn't think he had been a resident of Primula for a long time either, as she clearly would have remembered him if he had.
A sudden feeling of embarrassment welled up in her as she realised they were still in the middle of the road, and she could even see a person coming towards them in the distance. Luckily her newfound company had enough wits to him to realise it too, and before she knew it he was standing up and extending his hand to her.
"Oh- yeah," she giggled and took his hand. "If we stay here we could be run over by horses or something."
It was always a possibility, since there were no other means of getting around in Primula. She saw several horses daily passing by this exact place they were now standing on.
His smile practically made her forget why they were there in the first place, and it had her in half a daze until he spoke again. Oh, right, introductions! How could she have been so stupid? Not only was she super clumsy for falling down like that earlier from a little bump - although it had been some force to it, that guy was strong - but she had forgotten her manners! Not that she was particularly nitpicky when it came to being proper, but at least to strangers saying hi was mandatory.
Vivian. His name was Vivian.
She was a little taken aback by how forthcoming he was all of a sudden, but in a way she liked it. Skye was too quiet and shy on her own, so socialising with the same kind of people as herself was always dread.
"Nice to meet you too .. Vivian." She liked his name, she could tell. She tried saying it in her head, once and then twice. It had a nice ring to it; Vivian. It didn't even occur to her that it wasn't a very normally manly name - she guessed he was plenty manly on his own - but she didn't know anyone else named that so she had nothing to compare it to.
".. I'm Skye." She tucked another lock of hair behind her ear, fidgeting, while her eyes dropped to the ground and her cheeks flushed again.
Introductions over, she was still really curious about how he had ended up out here. And who he was, because she still couldn't place him in her mind among all the other town residents. Or ranchers, but he didn't quite look like one, although she supposed she didn't look like one either certain days.
She usually wore clothes she didn't feel bad dirtying when she was at home, because there was always something to do outside. Whenever she went into town, however, she wore skirts and dresses. However, because she wore them so rarely she felt super embarrassed whenever she ventured out in them.
"Uhm," she started, glancing back up at him, but not daring to stay her look for too long. "Do you live around here? I haven't seen you before." Why couldn't she ask him something else? Something more? But no other questions came to mind.
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Post by VIVIAN L. on Apr 26, 2013 2:32:14 GMT -6
| [atrb=width, 50%][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=width, 400px, btable][atrb=align, center, btable][atrb=style, background: #36393b; padding: 60px 20px 0 20px; border-bottom: 10px solid #45484b;] | [atrb=style, background: #f6f6f6; border-bottom: 10px white solid;]He was just hoping he wouldn't fall apart all over again. He didn't want to make an even bigger fool of himself after all, he thought. How embarrassing would that have been, right? It was bad enough she probably thought he was a little crazy or something. He went from flopping around like a fish in the hot sun to a clueless moron and then straight to not being able to shut up. Why did it just have to be so hard to be normal around someone you liked? He wished it was easier. He wished that he didn't just mess up all the time. It was so much easier to talk to guys! Why couldn't he just ... you know. Be normal? Probably because if he treated her like a guy, she'd slap him or something. Well. Maybe not slap. But she'd probably get offended and that was the exact opposite of what he was going for. The pink in his cheeks darkened when he realized, for the second time today, that they both shared some embarrassment. Did she not get called pretty a lot or something? Because she really was. But part of him was a little happy. Happy to know that maybe she didn't hear it often. Or at all. And he was one of the few people that got the chance to say so. Or maybe she was just really shy and got embarrassed because he had said it in the first place? She was worried about him. Not about her being injured. But she was worried about him. As in, she was worried about Vivian. The smile on his face couldn't have been any wider than it already was. She was worried about him. She was just. Ugh, he just wanted to pick her up and swing her around and ... gah. Bad thoughts, bad! Focus, focus! He didn't want to get distracted if she started talking to him or anything. That would have been awkward having to ask what she said. Considering it was only the two of them that were standing there after all. " No, no. I'm fine! Trust me. I'm fine." He replied, nodding his head quickly. Was that too loud? He felt like that was too loud. Part of him wondered if she recognized him at all. He had only recently moved to the town, but even with that said. She probably didn't see him doing good things exactly. He was probably causing trouble for everyone along with the guys. He hoped she didn't see him doing those things. She'd probably think he was some hoodlum or something. Which ... he kind of was. But he really ... he wasn't that bad. At least, he didn't think he was that bad. None of them were really. He was pretty sure they were all ... good people. Just really bored. But who wouldn't be in this kind of slow town, anyways? " Run over by horses? Sounds painful." A soft laugh followed, Vivian merely shaking his head at the thought. It really did sound painful those animals were heavy, for sure. His parents always warned him about being careful around those. It was the only way to get around town, but he'd rather walk. Pardon him for not wanting to ride a horse. Or learn how to ride one for that matter. He wondered if Skye knew how to ride horses. What if she wanted to go horseback riding for a date or something...? Lord help him if he had to learn. Skye. Her name was Skye. He already knew that of course but it sounded all the more wonderful when she said it. And even his name sounded amazing when she said it. He wasn't sure if he could stand being called Vivian otherwise. He watched her tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, the purplette half tempted to do the same to her. Just because he could do it. She was right there. Right there. Okay. Just ... just once. He reached over, brushing a few rebellious strands of the girl's hair behind her ear gently. " There," He said softly, pink flooding his cheeks again. " You look even better now." Yes, he did it! One point for success. And ... well. Who cared about how many times he messed up? He glanced down too, eyes widening slightly at the abandoned box of cookies on the ground. Crap, he forgot about those. He bent down to pick up the box before promptly shoving it into his bag before he thought over a reply. Maybe a joke? Yeah. Something funny! " Well of course. Where else would I live?" Well, that wasn't funny at all. Good job, Viv. Good job. " I just moved here though. My parents and stuff, y'know?" Did he really just being his parents into the conversation? Talk about lame. " What about you? You live here your whole life or you just moved here?" |
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Post by SKYE Q. on Apr 27, 2013 14:19:59 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=valign, top] VIVIAN [atrb=align, right]He was so handsome. The longer they stood there the more she realised this. And then the more her cheeks flared up, which just added to her embarrassment. Right now she knew he could probably see the pink hue across her face, and all she wanted was to hide. Cover up with something, but it wasn't possible.
Besides it would've been terribly rude of her. Even if he wasn't hurt or anything, she should at least invite him in for tea or something, because that's what she had been taught during these types of situations. Although, she guessed, he was a stranger, but she knew his name now, and she didn't think he had been lying when he told her. So that settled it, then. She would invite him inside. Her home was right there too, so why not?
Then suddenly he touched her face and brushed some hair behind her ear, just like she had been doing. Skye, however, flinched when he did so. She wasn't used to boys touching her. She wasn't used to it at all. She wasn't even used to talking with them beyond what she she was doing with him right now, which was coming to a close stretch. In consideration, Skye had had a pretty strict home life. Being a student at the local school, she didn't socialize very much and went straight home after hours.
"T-thanks," she said shyly, touching where he had, her gaze now fastened at the ground beneath them and all hope of ever cooling down.
She felt even more embarrassed when he answered her question about where he lived. Of course he lived around here, why else would he be there? It's not like Primula had a lot of visitors. Especially not visitors who wandered around the ranch district a lot. In any case, he probably answered it with a rhetorical question, but she was unsure so she just decided not to say anything.
"I've lived here my whole life," came her reply to his own question. Part of her was glad he was feeling up to chatting without restriction like this because of how he had been earlier, but another part of her felt embarrassed because she was far from exciting.
If he asked her other questions about herself, he would quickly find out that she was uninteresting, and that made her feel sad. The little shy smile she had perched upon her lips briskly disappeared. Then she remembered that he had said he had just moved there.
"When did you move here?" He kind of looked like he was her age, but he hadn't been enrolled in school, so he had either finished school or moved here very recently. "Did you, uhm, lose your way when you tripped?"
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Post by VIVIAN L. on Apr 27, 2013 16:25:18 GMT -6
| [atrb=width, 50%][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=width, 400px, btable][atrb=align, center, btable][atrb=style, background: #36393b; padding: 60px 20px 0 20px; border-bottom: 10px solid #45484b;] | [atrb=style, background: #f6f6f6; border-bottom: 10px white solid;]Part of him wondered where the conversation was going to go. What if they got on the topic about why he was here in the first place? How was he going to even work his way around that? Or what if she asked something about his personal life? There wasn't really anything to say which ... made it awkward. He moved to Primula only because he had gotten into trouble at school and his parents though it would have been a good idea to get exposed to a different environment. His mothers were really pushing the 'good morals, small town' kind of thing. He didn't really see the point of moving to the peninsula for something stupid like that. But on the other hand, it offered him the chance to meet Skye. Something he wouldn't have ever been able to do if he was still living in the city. She looked just about as embarrassed as he was, he thought. It was really kind of cute. They must have looked funny to anyone else. The both of them just standing there, staring at the ground and trying not to give any sign of either of them staring at one another. His hand brushed against her cheek after he tucked the hair behind her ear, his cheeks darkening in color as he looked at the other. She really was so pretty. And her skin was just so soft. It must have been a girl thing, he thought. But she had flinched at his touch, Vivian pulling his hand away almost immediately. Oh, r- right... he had gotten too lost in his own head and ... god, if he had thought about it any longer. He was pretty sure he would'a kissed her or something and that definitely was a no go. She barely knew he existed after all, so. So, he couldn't make his move just yet. Patience was a virtue. He'd just have to be strong. He'd just have to be patient and one day, she would come to accept him. There would come a day when he could make a move. He just hoped he wouldn't get friend zoned before he ever got the chance to say anything to his wonderful, lovely princess. He hoped that day would come before he died though. That'd be nice. " Y- Yeah, erm..." He looked away again, the purplette quietly resenting his lack of ability to actually keep himself from wanting to run away. He was pretty surprised actually. That he hadn't passed out yet. Or you know. Ran away. " A- Anyways..." He stammered, sighing heavily before he shook his head. Come on, man. Pull it together! Confidence was key. Not that he had very much of it when it came to things like this. But, that was far from the point! Come on. Pull it together! Ah, crap. Had he offended her in some way? He probably shouldn't have said that thing. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He wished this was a video game or something so he could just go back and fix what he had said in the first place. Ugh, he thought. Stupid. " You have?" He replied, moving to lace his fingers together behind his back. " It seems like a nice place to grow up. The people here seem real nice, anyways. Where I lived, you either did the beating up on kids or you got beat up. Totally sucked." Though with that said, he usually was the one that did the beating up but she didn't exactly need to know that. Besides, he was past that chapter of his life. He was still kind of a delinquent, but it wasn't like it was huge. He didn't want to keep giving his parents anxiety after all. Any more of it and he was afraid they might keel over and die from shock or something. " Oh erm. ... actually, when did I move here?" He really couldn't remember. He looked down at his hands again, trying to count off the weeks he had spent in hillbilly hell. So to speak anyways. " One, two ... four ... seven?" He counted off, mulling over exactly when he had moved to the peninsula. He had spent the first few weeks just trying to establish his being in the town and then the next few weeks after trying to get in with the others ... so that added up to ... " About two months ago. I just never er. Really wandered into this part of town. Or does this not count as a part of town anymore?" Uh oh. She was asking questions about why he was there. Uh oh. What was he going to say? What was he supposed to say? He didn't want to say anything stupid or embarrassing. Nothing stupid or embarrassing. Uh. Um. He couldn't say that he had been admiring her from afar! Fuck, he'd sound so creepy! His panic probably showed on his face before his excuse came out of his mouth suddenly, without Vivian ever quite realizing what he had said. " No, I came here to see you!" His hands clapped to his mouth, the purplette turning around and staring at the ground with wide eyes. His cheeks burned red. Redder than any shade of red ever invented in the history of colors. It rivaled even the color of the tomatoes or strawberries that her family probably had growing on her farm. Aw, hell. He was dying. He wanted to die. He wanted to dig a tunnel so far under the ground that he'd fall into the Earth's core and just die. She probably wasn't even asking that question! She probably was just asking if he got like. Lost or something after he tripped and whatever. Not why he came there in the first place! He wanted to die. He wanted to be a turtle. Turtles could hide. He couldn't hide. Maybe he could be an ostrich. Just shove his head underground and pretend like he wasn't there. That's it. He was going to move to South America. Change his name. Raise llamas. No, raise alpacas. Alpacas was were all the money was at anyways. |
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Post by SKYE Q. on May 6, 2013 5:21:58 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=valign, top] VIVIAN [atrb=align, right]She kept thinking up different scenarios that would have brought him there, like wandering around for a walk and getting lost, or chasing one of the many fleeing goats around town, or perhaps he was even one of those guys who went around stealing farming tips. Watching the different ranches and writing down what they did to get their produce so great -- but he didn't have a notebook, not that she could see. Or even a pencil. So it was probably not that.
She hadn't really noticed what he was wearing until now, because she had been worried that he was fainted or sleeping or something - in which case she'd know what to do if he was fainted because of her own history with it - but now that they were just standing there she had time to really look him over.
He was wearing a black hooded sweater, with a pair of headphones perched on top, around his neck. The jeans he wore seemed faded from use, or that might have just been some premade brand thing. Skye didn't know, she was clueless when it came to fashion, even though there were some fashionable shops in town.
Next to him she looked like a complete farm girl, which she was, but it suddenly dawned on her that she didn't look cute at all. In front of a boy. In front of a very good looking boy.
She started fidgeting with her messy overalls, pulling on the shorts down her thighs as if they were too short and brushing dirt off from it, rearranging at the airy shirt she had underneath as much as she could without him noticing too much.
But then she realised she wasn't responding to him at all. She was closing herself to him, even before she got to know him. And for some reason she felt like she wanted to get to know him.
Vivian. His name was Vivian. And thinking about his name brought her back to reality.
"Uhm, yeah .. most people around here are very nice." Very mellow. Why did she sound so boring? She wanted to be cute and interesting. She wanted him to like her, even if they had only just met.
Wait. Did he just say people got beat up where he used to live? Like, really getting beat up? She immediately thought which one Vivian was, the beater or the beated. It would'be been wrong to hope that he was the latter, but if it was either of them, she just hoped he wasn't the beater. That wasn't nice at all. And she didn't really want someone that violent liking her. Then again, he didn't seem very violent.
He began counting, figuring out how long he had lived there. Two months? That wasn't long at all! Probably the reason why she didn't recognize him. Yeah. But did that mean he was enrolled in school? Because school wasn't over yet, and he didn't seem that much older than her. Maybe he was even the same age as her? What did she know.
She had asked why he was there, though, she remembered. And she was really starting to wonder because of the way he seemed to panic all of a sudden. Was her question that odd? Or perhaps it had been wrong of her to ask-- how could she know?
But then came his answer. And looked like he had said something he shouldn't have, the way he was covering his mouth and turning away from her. Something inside of her moved. That something hurt, but in a good way. He had come to see her? Why? Did he know her? But she had never seen him before-- this was so confusing!
Her cheeks were flaring red, and she had to turn away from him too, touching her face with her hands to hide all the blushing she was doing.
This was too much. He had actually come to see her? Or was that just a prank he was pulling on her? She didn't have a lot of experience with boys, and it really was a misfortune right now. Why did she have to be so shy? If she wasn't, she would've said something great or witty right now. Something that would've caught his interest and they'd become friends. But she was.
Right then, though, her mother appeared in the corner of her eye, on the other side of the farm. If she hadn't been waving her hand and shouting, she probably would've been too lost in the moment, but a part of her felt relieved. The moment was too intense, with her not knowing what to do or say.
Why had he said he was there to see her?
"Skye! Who are you talking to? I need your help!"
The brunette turned towards her mom, still with her hands on her cheeks. "I'll be right there!" Then she turned to Vivian, though not looking straight at him. Looking at the headset that was hanging around his neck. "Uhm, I have to go .." Should she even say anything else? "I'll see you around." Way to be bold, Skye!
And with that she was off, hurrying to the inside of the fence and closing the gate behind her. She wasn't sure if she should do anything else. If she should say something more. Feeling the adrenaline, however, she turned around and waved to him, smiling.
"Bye!"
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Post by VIVIAN L. on May 6, 2013 5:52:01 GMT -6
| [atrb=width, 50%][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=width, 400px, btable][atrb=align, center, btable][atrb=style, background: #36393b; padding: 60px 20px 0 20px; border-bottom: 10px solid #45484b;] | [atrb=style, background: #f6f6f6; border-bottom: 10px white solid;] He could honestly just crawl into a home and die at this point. He never heard of it before. Dying of embarrassment? Well, he was gonna by the first if anything. Whatever, right? Gah, she probably thought he was some creepy loser now. Had nothing better to do than to go to some girl's farm and try to talk to her before completely and utterly freaking out. Smooth moves, jackass. She was totally never going to like him now. She was probably going to go tell her family. And then her family would tell their friends. Word would spread before he would know it, Vivian would have to move out of the town in shame. His mothers scorned. His future descendants cursing his name. Though, he was pretty sure there wouldn't be any if there was no Skye. Not that ... that was what he was thinking about. Because he really did like her. You know what. Whatever. He had no reason to be judged. He didn't need to explain himself to well... himself. He stole a glance at the other, the indigo haired teen biting his lip out of nervousness. Shit. This was really frickin' embarrassing. He couldn't have picked a worse time to say something like this either. She said horses came through there right? Maybe he could just lie down. And get trampled by a horse. That sounded much more pleasant than he felt at this very moment. His cheeks were burning with such a heat that it could have just as easily rivaled the sun. What was he supposed to say? It wasn't like you could mishear something like that! He looked up again when the other's mother prompted her, Vivian flinching slightly from the disturbance. Oh no. Oh no, oh no. She was ... she was leaving! And he couldn't think of anything to say before she left either. He merely waved as the other left, his face clearly showing the disappointment in the matter. His arm dropped back down to his side, Vivian turning slowly as he trudged down the dirt path before tripping. The small Tupperware container tumbling out of his bag as he slowly dragged his body against the ground. The first time he got to talk to her and he messed it up. He messed it up and now she was never gonna talk to him again! It was all over man. The jig was up. He sighed, slowly dragging himself back onto his feet as he walked the lonely path of shame. His eyes lowered to the ground as he held onto his bag. He'd talk to his parents about getting a transfer. Moving to Antarctica. He couldn't fall in love with penguins. Penguins weren't soft or cute. Or had that cute little smile... he was going to die alone. Vivian moved slowly, resting his head on the trunk of a tree a good distance away from the ranch. Colliding his forehead with the bark before his limbs have up on him and he just stayed there. Face down on the ground. Maybe if he just hit his head hard enough, he could just claim it was a concussion. Or at least. Maybe he'd be able to forget about the super awkward part. ... who was he kidding. He wouldn't be able to forget it if he got a brain transplant or something. Actually. Could you even get one of those? END THREAD HERE. |
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