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Post by Adrien Cold on Nov 11, 2009 20:22:55 GMT -5
Adrien drummed his fingers subsconciously as he leaned at the wall at the front of the restaurant. Their reservations was at 7 and it was 6:45, he had time. It was odd, he had been on many, many, dates before. Oh no, the right terms seemed to him as if, he had had many, many, many, many, many, many, many dates before. But the thing was, he was still a wee bit nervous.
He rolls his eyes at his own antics, of course he was bloody nervous. Frankly, it annoyed the hell out of him. He needed to just shut up at times. Specifically when he was, in reality, talking to himself. As he looks around, he notices a couple of people give him dirty looks. He just shrugs, and mumbles a rather polite, "Oh shove off," in their directions.
Shaking his head, he looks down at his watch. 6:48, it said. Oh well, that was convient three minutes were the only times that flew. He breathe deeply, of course, he had to give her time. He couldn't hardly complain. He had to start dressing at an advanced 2 hours later, just to get everything right. So, he stood there, clad in a black blazer, covering a light blue shirt with dark jeans, waiting. Waiting as the light wind carried his rather shaggy mane. |
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Post by Monica Summers on Nov 11, 2009 21:36:07 GMT -5
Monica got dressed in a top and jeans. She slipped black pumps on her feet and went downstairs. As usual, her blonde hair was down & shiny and she had lip gloss on that made her lips a pink-ish tone. She gave her dad a kiss, and told him she was going out to dinner and a movie with a friend. Grabbing her keys and phone, she went out to the car.
Monica pulled into a parking spot by the restaurant, got out, and locked the car. As she walked towards the restaurant, she spotted Adrien. She smiled as she reached the spot he was at. "Hey there." she greeted him. |
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Post by Adrien Cold on Nov 11, 2009 22:04:15 GMT -5
Adrien, deep in his, well, argument with himself, looks up and spots Monica. A toothy grin replaces his somewhat disgruntled look. And he was surprised. Here he thought that he'd come to terms with a girl that didn't bother on her appearance. He shrugs, poking his tongue between his teeth; well, for it being said, he was glad that she did dress up. He had to note that the outfit hugged her figure perfectly. Catching himself before too long, he meets her eyes again.
"Hello." he says in a rather cheery voice. "Well, you look, well--" he gulps, "You look-- fantastic! Absolutely magnificant!" Turning to his watch, he catches the time. So,he offers his hand, "So shall we, my beautiful dame?" |
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Post by Monica Summers on Nov 11, 2009 22:37:16 GMT -5
A playful smirk appeared on Monica's lips when she saw a surprised look on his face. "Don't be so surprised that I didn't wear some old jeans and a tee." she said.
"Thanks." she replied, her brown eyes smiling. She looked over his outfit and sincerely commented, "You look great too." Taking his offered hand, she responded, "Yes, we shall," with a small chuckle.
And with that, Monica let him lead her in, something she wasn't so used to doing. She usually took charge during dates, but the boys she went on dates with were, simply putting it, boys. They were either shy with no idea what to do or extremely cocky. The first kind were very awkward people to be on dates with and she had to burn down the latter kind's annoying overconfidence. So, this was rather refreshing to her. |
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Post by Adrien Cold on Nov 11, 2009 23:02:49 GMT -5
Adrien only smiled at her comments. Adding, a curt nod when she had complimented him. He interlaced his fingers with hers, leading her up to the front desk. As the waitress lead them to their table, he couldn't help but look around the restaurant. It was light and easy going but it had the air, well the lighting, of romance. Thank goodness he had requested for a table in the corner of this crowded scene.
As they reached their destination, he gestures for the waitress to give them a few seconds alone. He reaches out, pulling the chair in front of him. "Your chair m'lady?" he says to her, elongating the last syllables.
"Well, Miss Monica Summers, what shall we have?" his questions seem to be never ending, coming from the chair and ending with how she did her hair in that way. He needed to shut off his mind. Talking, well more like rambling was one of the reasons many of his relationships ended. Or so Leah had explained to him, apparently, he was rather rude too, that of course, he did not believe.
"I think, I'll have a plain salad and I don't kno, a little country fried steak? Do you like steaks Monica? They're utterly fantastic here! Oh and mixed with a bit of french fries. That oughta be heaven for some." He pauses for just a second, shaking his head. "Not for me though, paradise would include my favorite food, bananas! They're very delicious. Hard to think that people in the known world had waited centuries to find them." |
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Post by Monica Summers on Nov 14, 2009 3:09:53 GMT -5
Monica followed Adrien and the waitress, her fingers interlaced with his leading her. She had to admit, she was a bit nervous. This was definitely the best date she'd ever been on, she didn't even have to think about it. That's kinda sad... she said to herself as she thought about it. Then she shrugged at herself, thinking she'd just finally went on a date with someone she wanted to and that was that. Then she decided she'd push the thought out of her mind and actually enjoy her night.
When they arrived at their table and he pulled out a chair for her, she smiled. That's refreshing crossed her mind as she said, "Thank you." and took a seat.
She listened as he spoke again, babbling as usual, though she didn't mind. "I do like steaks as a matter of fact." she replied. What he was ordering sounded good. She decided she'd have a chicken fried steak and a salad herself. She probably wouldn't be able to finish the steak but she could always take it to her dad. "That sound good to me." she stated. When he spoke of his favorite food she released another rare giggle. |
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Post by Adrien Cold on Nov 15, 2009 14:15:25 GMT -5
Adrien grins as Monica's giggles entered his ears. He had always loved it when he was able to make anyone laugh. He leans his head to her and showed off a mockingly-accusing look. "My choice of favorite food tickle a nerve there miss Monica Summers?" he says, popping the last syllable.
He leans back out, licking his front teeth out of habit. He had remembered Leah's warnings and gestures for the waiter to save him from his own bablings. Once he had ordered, he looks around, trying to figure out what to do next. He was stuck, horribly stuck on whether to keep his mind going and actually say anything out loud. Or keep his trap shut and let the awkward silence live through. He honestly should never ask anyone to give him dating advice.
He shakes his head vigorously. "Um..." he clears his throat. "So, you fix cars, you love films and you look undeniably gorgeous. Now, tell, is there something that you have yet to conquer?" he asks with a nervous smirk. |
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Post by Monica Summers on Nov 21, 2009 14:20:52 GMT -5
Monica smiled as she replied, "Maybe..." carrying out the 'y'. She was a tad surprised out how relaxed she was, it was rather refreshing for her.
After Adrien ordered, she did the same. As an awkward silence came over them, she wasn't sure what to say and wether or not he was going to break the silence himself.
When finally the silence was broken, she was quite attentative. She blushed slightly as he mentioned she was 'undeniably gorgeous'. Personally, she didn't think she was anything too amazing.
"Well..." she uttered, pretending to think about the question, "I haven't climbed Mount Everest or saved someone from a burning building and...that's about it." she said, making it obvious she was joking, a playful smirk on her lips. |
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Post by Adrien Cold on Nov 22, 2009 16:01:04 GMT -5
"Ah...So modesty is in your practice also." Adrien grins jokingly at her. He laughs slightly, playing with the straw of his given drink. In the background, he can hear the lingering tone of Kelly Clarkson's Already Gone. 'Wow, that's a hopeful sign,' he thought sarcastically. He wants this, just this to go right. So many things have been giving in to the universe and the universe seem to dislike him. Evidence of this in his eyes go on for miles. His gaze had fallen onto the table in front of him.
The intricate detail of the wooden frame was surprisingly easy to relate to. The individual carvings and the complicated way that they had woven themselves through to meet each other. It's complicated and he knew. He knew, 'Poor pretty boy, never getting what he wants'. The thought's never lost to him. He sees what no one else does. He sees the complexity of a lost little girl's soul, he had to because frankly, his own problems seem so trivial. He hated those stupid robots. They were the ones that had brought all of these upon them. The reason that his mother had gone mad and how so many had to be lost. A small sacrifice in their eyes.
Running a hand through his hair, he wanted to sock himself. His brain just blabs and blabs, sometimes talking on about absolutely nothing and others, things that he had forced at the back of his mind. He breathes deeply, still completely involved in his thoughts. |
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Post by Monica Summers on Nov 22, 2009 21:28:47 GMT -5
"Yep." Monica commented with a smile. She sipped at her drink then looked up to fine her date deep in thought. She watched him, wondering what was going on in his mind. He seemed to have a bit of a troubled look on his face, which morphed her curiosity into concern as well. After a few minutes past she decided to fine out what was wrong, if there was anything wrong that is.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked, with her head slightly tilted and concern in her eyes. |
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Post by Adrien Cold on Nov 22, 2009 22:11:43 GMT -5
Monica's concern traveled their way into Adrien's head. It had landed but hadn't quite made the impression on him yet. His thoughts were still to himself. They were slowly exploding, needing for him to burst them out. But he needed to run, as fast as he can. A hand was lifting to massage his face when Monica's words dawned at him.
He looks up, putting on the happy-go-lucky grin. He gulps the knot that formed with his thoughts. "Nothing, just nothing." He tries to smile at her but his bitter thoughts had slowly submerge his whole being in a bitter mood. 'Oh just what I need', he thought. He needed this to go right, just this small trivial thing to go right.
He sighs, letting himself try to figure his situation out. Tilting his head, his tone had gone far from the teasing childish one. "Do you believe in fate Monica Summers?" He shakes his head, disspelling the first thought that hit him when the words left his mouth. "No, no, it's not some dumb pick up line. I was just asking if you thought that our lives are carefully mapped out infront of us? That certain things are meant to happen and nothing, absolutely nothing could stop them to. That it's as if, those little insignificant moments could easily be changed but big events are fixed points?"
He looks down. "I'm sorry, a lot has happened in the past year and for some reason, my mind had conveniently popped all of it in my head just for tonight." Trying to grin, Adrien took her hand and caressed her palm with his thumb. "I'm so sorry that I'm somewhat forcing all of this on you. I really had no intention to." |
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Post by Monica Summers on Nov 26, 2009 18:53:16 GMT -5
Monica looked at him when he answered. "It's not nothing if you're this bother by it." She knew the 'it's nothing' line very well, Chris used it often.
"Well, I like to believe in it. I like to think there was no way..... certain things could've happened differently." she said, catching herself before she mentioned something she wasn't sure she wanted to share.
When he took her hand and caressed her palm, she relaxed a bit, her sudden tension melting away. "That's okay," she said with a small smile, "Do you want to talk about it? I'm a good listener." |
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Post by Adrien Cold on Nov 26, 2009 19:15:15 GMT -5
Adrien's jaw was set. He was so tempted to blurt all of these thoughts out from his head. He had always believed that talking about things helped people. Oh the hipocracy! He needed to really just shut up. He closes his eyes, tightening the grip on Monica's hand. It was an extension that he needed. He opens his eyes again, getting up.
"Let's dance," he mutters as he leads her to the dance floor. The dance floor was not crowded at all. A little space. He had to chuckle at himself. He brought Monica near him, with the hand that he had been holding up at his chest. He drew a sharp breath. "You're good at listening right? Well, then, you're in for an earful...I told you I babble." he whispered in her ear.
"Nothing had gone right for a bit. My father still as strong as he is has gone through too much. My mom's gone crazy-- she hasn't been able to accept the things that had been happening." He pauses, looking over her shoulder at nothing in particular. Gulping, he continues, "It's harsh to see what my mother goes through everyday. She continously sees images that shouldn't be seen and she's tortured, unable to sustain it all..." |
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Post by Monica Summers on Nov 27, 2009 1:05:28 GMT -5
Monica squeezed Adrien's hand back, showing him she was there. She could tell this conversation would take a rather serious note.
"Okay." she said, though it wasn't really a question. She followed him to the dance floor and took a breath when he pulled her close. She nodded and prepared to listen, placing her arms around his neck.
Leaning close to hear his story, she rested her head on his shoulder. She hugged him when he mentioned what his mother was going through and how hard it was for him. They shared something in common in that way. She didn't respond just yet, waiting to see if he was going to continue. |
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Post by Adrien Cold on Nov 27, 2009 1:20:17 GMT -5
Adrien couldn't help but smile as Monica rests her head on his shoulder. And oddly enough, her hug had helped him relax. He sighs contently as he leans his head on hers. This was good relaxation. The one person that had ever made him feel this was had been gone long ago. He was getting to that place now though. He runs a hand through his hair, willing it to move from his face then continued.
He opened his mouth but the words didn't come through. There was only air that passed as he continues on this routine. Well then, his guts had other plans. He needed to be in pain according to them, unable to let the therapy of babbling take its course.
He shakes his head then gulps once again. His jaw sets, unwilling to let go further information. "So, enough with my terrible thoughts. How about you? How has life been since we've last seen each other?" |
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