Post by Winters on Feb 22, 2007 21:31:01 GMT -8
OOC: *Exalts* XD
...They were close. Very close. He could feel his face going red again. Dammit, he just couldn't control that sort of instinct, as much as he'd like. Unbecoming. Absolutely unbecoming of him.. She was.. getting so close. His eyes looked slowly from her eyes to her lips.. and his whole body for some reason wanted push her against the wall, and start kissing her, run his hands through her hair, get at her neck.. just.. for his limited imagination, he didn't even have a grasp for how something THAT would go---
"...........I'll see you tomorrow."
---And she stepped back, a rather sly smile spreading quietly on her lips.
...Damn, she was good at this...
She absolutely deserved to have that type of smile on her face. Jonathan's entire face went red. The realization of how vulnerable he'd made himself, and how much like an open book he'd just become in a single moment. He liked her. And now she was damn sure of it. It was in his eyes. But he couldn't look away either. No, definitely not after this.
"..R-Right. T-Tomorrow, th-then."
..There was a small smile that grew on his face as well..
Backing up a few feet, he turned around.. and didn't look back. Walked out of the complex, like he didn't think any different of today, like some sort of unfeeling ass men were generally stereotyped as. Couldn't be an absolute pansy, now could he? Besides, she already knew he liked her. He was hooked like a fish. Line, sinker, and more. But, as long as the bait was there, he'd always come back for more, again, and again, and again.
...Began to wonder also if 'HE' would like her as well, since she seemed to show more then just a little bit of distaste for---
"...S-SHIT, M-MY B-BACKP-PACK!"
Picking up his backpack, he walked started his own walk home. Down the same sidewalk, just retracing his own steps. Felt a lot more lonely, without her walking beside him. Absentmindedly, he reached behind for his backpack, pulling out a pencil, zipping his bag back up, walking with all the indifference in the world. Except, his eyes.
...Calamity, huh?
Only the smallest of grins was allowed to spread on his face, as he twiddled with the pencil, holding it up to his mouth, before putting in the unsharpened thing's side into his mouth. Thinking about Calamity.
The cutest girl he'd ever met in his life.
All the while just...
...Just...
Chewing on the end of a pencil.
Hooked
...They were close. Very close. He could feel his face going red again. Dammit, he just couldn't control that sort of instinct, as much as he'd like. Unbecoming. Absolutely unbecoming of him.. She was.. getting so close. His eyes looked slowly from her eyes to her lips.. and his whole body for some reason wanted push her against the wall, and start kissing her, run his hands through her hair, get at her neck.. just.. for his limited imagination, he didn't even have a grasp for how something THAT would go---
"...........I'll see you tomorrow."
---And she stepped back, a rather sly smile spreading quietly on her lips.
...Damn, she was good at this...
She absolutely deserved to have that type of smile on her face. Jonathan's entire face went red. The realization of how vulnerable he'd made himself, and how much like an open book he'd just become in a single moment. He liked her. And now she was damn sure of it. It was in his eyes. But he couldn't look away either. No, definitely not after this.
"..R-Right. T-Tomorrow, th-then."
..There was a small smile that grew on his face as well..
Backing up a few feet, he turned around.. and didn't look back. Walked out of the complex, like he didn't think any different of today, like some sort of unfeeling ass men were generally stereotyped as. Couldn't be an absolute pansy, now could he? Besides, she already knew he liked her. He was hooked like a fish. Line, sinker, and more. But, as long as the bait was there, he'd always come back for more, again, and again, and again.
...Began to wonder also if 'HE' would like her as well, since she seemed to show more then just a little bit of distaste for---
"...S-SHIT, M-MY B-BACKP-PACK!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Picking up his backpack, he walked started his own walk home. Down the same sidewalk, just retracing his own steps. Felt a lot more lonely, without her walking beside him. Absentmindedly, he reached behind for his backpack, pulling out a pencil, zipping his bag back up, walking with all the indifference in the world. Except, his eyes.
...Calamity, huh?
Only the smallest of grins was allowed to spread on his face, as he twiddled with the pencil, holding it up to his mouth, before putting in the unsharpened thing's side into his mouth. Thinking about Calamity.
The cutest girl he'd ever met in his life.
All the while just...
...Just...
Chewing on the end of a pencil.
