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fire will reign // nessarose Jun 11, 2012 1:49:32 GMT -5

Post by Raseri on Jun 11, 2012 1:49:32 GMT -5

(( OOC: nessarose gave me permission to powerplay Silver, and I've given her permission to powerplay damien.))

Okay, Damien, be cool. You can do that, right?

It's a day I've been both anticipating and dreading, my first actual date. I know, I'm 14, and I should have had at least one date before, right? But I've never been that popular among girls. I tend to keep to myself most of the time.

I undo the button on top of my shirt, thinking if I button it all the way I might look too uptight. I don't want Silver to think I'm a square. Come to think of it, why am I even wearing this? I'm all dressed up; maybe she isn't going to dress up and maybe it might make her feel weird if I do. I eventually decide to change into something more casual rather than this monkey suit. After all, it's not like we're going anywhere fancy. I just invited her over for dinner to my house, because I'm broke at the moment. I spent all my allowance on new books, so I can't afford to take Silver out to dinner.

Speaking of dinner, I should probably finish cooking it. After downgrading my attire to a simple white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, I head downstairs to the kitchen. I'm attempting to make some spaghetti for Silver and myself; it's the one thing that I vaguely know how to cook. But I think I'm failing, judging by the pot on the stove that is now boiling over.

Donning a pair of ridiculously tacky floral print oven mittens, I lift the frothing pot off the stove and set it on one of the unheated burners. I stir the noodles around a little; they're a little overcooked, but they're not the worst thing I've ever made. Just a little mushier than I'd wanted. I hope Silver doesn't care too much. At least they aren't burnt, and yes, I have burned pasta before. Not even my dog would eat it.

DONG

Geez, she's fast.

The doorbell rings loudly just as I'm draining the spaghetti noodles. I finish hastily before rushing over to the door and checking my breath before opening it. ”Silver!” I say a little breathlessly. ”Hey, come in, I'm almost finished cooking.” I gesture inside, inviting her in, realizing a little too late that I'm still wearing my uber sexy mittens. When she comes in the door and turns away from me for a second to look around, I swiftly throw them on the counter and try to look like I hadn't been wearing something that ridiculously girly and ugly.

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"i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
i lift my lids and all is born again.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)"

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fire will reign // nessarose Jul 18, 2012 17:58:05 GMT -5

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My feet splash in cold puddles of water as I walk down the street. I pull my long jacket closer around my body in an attempt to retain some warmth. Maybe today isn't the best day to be wearing the floral dress I'd donned before leaving, but it seemed reasonable at the time. It hadn't been raining then, after all.

I approach Damien's house and ring the doorbell, setting a loud DONG! throughout the home. I almost jump at how loud it is. There's a shuffling inside and a door opens, revealing the blond boy. I smile and step into the house, taking a quick look around.

"Damien!" I exclaim, mimicking his tone playfully. The faint smell of spaghetti wafts through the house.

Damien and I are unlikely friends. He's sort of a geek, to be honest, and he spends a lot of his time reading. And as for me? I'm not smart. At least, that's what people say about me. I rarely have time to read, anyways. Not with my dad constantly shoving me into training.

Speaking of my dad, I can only hope he doesn't notice I'm gone. I'd decided not to tell him about having dinner with Damien, and instead I'd told him I'd be training. It surprises me that he actually fell for it, considering my resentment for training, but I'm sure not complaining. I'd pick spending time with a friend over running obstacle courses any day. Who wouldn't?

Thunder rumbles outside, the slight drizzle from earlier turning into a storm. I never have liked storms. I prefer being able to look up in the sky and seeing a sun, not seeing dull grey rain clouds. Lightning lit up the outdoors now, not the sun. And lightning just didn't do the trick for me.

Some say the pitter patter of rain is soothing. I'm not one of those people. The rain forces people indoors, quieting the hustle and bustle of District One. It replaces the people with a muggy, lonely feeling that I hate.

"So, how are you?" I ask, giving the boy a sweet smile and pushing the thoughts of the storm out of my mind. I start unbuttoning my jacket, fumbling with them awkwardly. Not sure what to do now that my jacket is off, I sling it over my shoulder. Would it be rude to ask to set it down somewhere? I bite into my lip, deciding to hold onto it until he offers or takes it. Or maybe he won't offer and I'll just be stuck holding my jacket all evening. I'm really not sure.

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fire will reign // nessarose Jul 18, 2012 19:30:38 GMT -5

Post by Raseri on Jul 18, 2012 19:30:38 GMT -5

(( OOC: nessarose gave me permission to powerplay Silver, and I've given her permission to powerplay damien.))

"So, how are you?" Silver asks casually with that really cute smile of hers.

"I'm good, thanks." Now that you're here. She unbuttons her jacket and drapes it over her shoulder, and after a few awkwardly silent moments I realize that she probably wants me to hang it somewhere. I quickly say, "Uh, here, let me take that for you," before I lift the jacket off her shoulder and hang it in the coat closet.

After filling two bowls with some mushy spaghetti, I lead Silver into the room I call the Library. She knows it's my favorite place to hang out, because it has lots of shelves piled high with books. For some reason, being surrounded by books makes me feel better.

I put the two bowls of spaghetti on the little table that I've already set with silverware and napkins and pull out a chair for Silver to sit in before I sit down in the chair opposite hers.

I glance at Silver and I realize that she looks really pretty in the floral print dress that she'd wearing. Suddenly, I feel a bit self-conscious about the way I'm dressed. Maybe I should have gone half-way formal, with a button-down shirt and jeans of something. Oh well. She probably doesn't think of this as a date anyway, but I'm counting it as one, just for the record. I don't think she has much of a crush on me the same as I do for her.

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