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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 22:54:23 GMT -5
He blushed a bit more but also smiled. A girl didn't get dressed up for just anyone, that much he knew. He held her hand tightly as they walked to Tibby's, and he held the door for her when they arrived. He had reserved a booth in the back earlier in the day, so they at least felt special.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 22:56:46 GMT -5
She was impressed with his thoughtfulness. Sebastian had never really taken her out. They had a picnic in the park once, and they spent a lot of time together, but never like this, all official.
She slid into the booth, flashing him a smile. "This is nice, Mike."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 23:01:34 GMT -5
"Good. I'm glad you like it," he said, drumming his fingers on the table nervously.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 23:02:08 GMT -5
She took his hand in hers, squeezing it. "Mike, please relax. It's just me."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 23:07:53 GMT -5
He laughed at himself, squeezing her hands as he took a deep breath. "And you wondered how I got my nickname..."
((I'm off to bed! Night!))
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 23:09:34 GMT -5
((Night!)) She laughed, and brought his hand up to kiss his fingers. "It's cute. You're cute." ((Also, Nevada got me addicted to Polyvore, and this is what Script would be wearing for the date if this were modern: www.polyvore.com/date_night/set?id=39483331 )) |
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 7:42:02 GMT -5
"Aw, shucks," he said, shooting her a sly look. Then the waiter came to take their orders. "I'll have the beef stew and just a water, thanks." ((So cute!! I liked it  and I am obsessed with Polyvore too. I haven't made anything in a while though!)) |
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 10:19:16 GMT -5
"Oo, that sounds good, I'll have that, too." She flashed the waiter a smile, then turned her attention back to Mike.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 10:37:52 GMT -5
"So, how was your day?" he asked, playing with her fingers absently as he looked across the table at her.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 10:46:54 GMT -5
She smiled at him. "It was good. Stayed behind and cleaned the bunkroom after the girls left. It was starting to drive me nuts."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 11:00:21 GMT -5
"...And why didn't you clean the boys room?" he asked, his eyebrows raised. Lord knows it needed a good cleaning.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 11:01:45 GMT -5
She smirked. "And risk some kind of gross infection? Sorry, baby, you're on your own."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 11:23:52 GMT -5
He put his hand over his heart, clutching his shirt. "Ouch. That hurts," he said, grimacing. "Guess you won't feel guilty when I come down with a terrible disease, all because the bunk room was never cleaned."
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 11:25:06 GMT -5
She laughed, squeezing his hand. "I'll bake a cake in your honor and throw myself onto your crave in a fit of tears."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 11:58:13 GMT -5
"Oh so I'm dead now!" he said with a laugh. "And all because of you."
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and I am obsessed with Polyvore too. I haven't made anything in a while though!))