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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 21:27:40 GMT -5
She sighed, and rubbed his back. "Relax, Mike. We've gone out plenty of times over the last few weeks."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 21:34:12 GMT -5
"God, I'm pathetic," he said, laughing at himself and shaking his head. Here he was, getting nervous over one date and the girl he was going on said date with was trying to calm him down. What kind of a man was he?
He stood up suddenly. "I gotta have a smoke."
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 21:35:41 GMT -5
She smirked, watching him. "Do you want me to leave you alone for a while? I'll see you tomorrow..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 21:39:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, that might be a good idea," he said, patting his pockets, trying to find his cigarettes. "Tomorrow, meet me here at 6?"
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 21:52:10 GMT -5
She nodded, standing up. "Done." She moved over to him, leaning up and kissing him slowly. She bumped noses with him, smiling, then backed up. "See you tomorrow, Michael." She gave him one more smile, then turned and left.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 22:02:57 GMT -5
Michael let out a deep breath, one he hadn't known he'd been holding. Then he bolted outside for a cigarette.
The next day couldn't go any slower. But, then again, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He was looking forward to this date, but he was also really, really nervous. He didn't want to fuck everything up and be left with no friendship. He'd rather have Maggie in his life as a friend than not in his life at all. When six o'clock rolled away, he was sitting on the sofa in the parlor, a very small bouquet of violets in his hands.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 22:04:59 GMT -5
Maggie came down in her best dress -- nothing fancy, just the white dress with little pink flowers all over she wore to church when she went to mass with her father. Her hair was in loose curls trailing down her back. She'd wanted to look pretty for him.
She stood in the doorway of the parlor, hands clasped in front of her, holding her matching pink shawl. "Hey..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 22:10:32 GMT -5
He jumped a bit when he heard her, standing up. He froze when he actually saw her, though. And he was pretty sure his heart stopped. "Mags... You look...beautiful," he said, somewhat breathless.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 22:15:47 GMT -5
She blushed, smiling shyly at him. "Thank you, Mike. You look nice, too." Her eyes fell on the violets in his hand. "Are...are those for me..?" It surprised her that he'd be that sweet, even though it shouldn't have.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 22:30:38 GMT -5
He looked down at the flowers in his hand. They seemed stupid now but he'd thought they would be a nice gesture. He held them out, though they paled in comparison to her. "Yeah... I thought you'd like them."
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 22:31:55 GMT -5
She took them, breathing in their scent. "I do. Mike, they're beautiful." She met his eyes, smiling. "Thank you."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 22:39:56 GMT -5
He blushed, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck. "You're welcome..." He took a deep breath then stepped up to her. "Hope you're hungry..."
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 22:41:09 GMT -5
She smiled. "I am. Lemme just put this in some water, and we can go." She moved to the kitchen, finding a small vase to put her flowers in. She gave them one last sniff, smiling at them, then met him in the lobby. "Ready?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 22:47:17 GMT -5
He nodded, smiling down at her. "I'm afraid we're just going to Tibby's..." he said with a blush. "Got all dressed up for nothing special."
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 22:48:49 GMT -5
"Not true." She took his hand, looking up at him as they walked. "I got all dressed up for you."
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