smiling for you }} lachlan x odessa }} anzie

Never before had I ever been on a date. Yes I had gone out with friends, but that was nothing because around my friends my guard is up. My smiles are artificial and the words that slip past my lips are words that do not belong to me. In this world, in this district their ought to be only a small handful of people who actually knew the real me, who could actually see past the smile which appeared to be real… But, I remind myself this wasn't a date, I had made it clear, hadn't I? Then why was I so nervous? Sighing I allow a smile to play on m lips, trying to ignore the butterflies which were flying around persistently in the pit of my stomach. I needed to look confident, comfortable even.

I cant help but notice the way his smile grows ever so slightly at my nervous glance, only making my checks flush the slight colour of a rose petal. "You look beautiful,” he ways and i try to listen for something that would give me a reason to doubt his words but from as far as I could tell he actually meant it. And because of this my face only flushes a deeper red. I brush the hair out of my eyes in a way to try and conceal the embarrassment which played all over my features. Maybe the dress was to much, to dressy for a thank -you dinner. Swallowing nervously, I take a step away from the door to my house and allow it to close behind me where I turn away from Lachlan to click it lock, safe from any wandering souls who thought it might be a great idea to have a peak around the empty house.

I turn around to him taking a closer look at the clothing which was draped across your thin body, a wicked grin paints itself across his face as the word "Just for me?” slip between his lips. I fight the urge to knock him on the shoulder and to tell him to shut up, my lips resulting in a smile which clear showed my embarrassment- I knew it had been too much. But before I can say anything he whips out a bunch of flowers behind his back (they were beautiful, filled with lovely shades of purples and blues and deep oranges and all of together creating a story that only I could read.)

I raise my eyebrow at him, suddenly my nerves gaining some control. “Flowers?” I ask him, my voice almost mocking. “Is this what you give all the ladies before you take them out on a date? Seduce them with pretty flowers before you even leave the house?” I tease before realising that I had slipped up. “I mean thank you dinner of course, cause this isn't a date,” A chuckle escapes my lips but it doesn't sound right, slightly higher than it should have been. Smooth.

“Thank-you, they are beautiful,” I manage to say, holding the bunch of bright coloured flowers in front of me happily. “I’ll just put them inside, be back in a sec.” I leave him without another word, slipping into the house in which I had just locked. I didn't have no fancy vase but I had a long glass tube which could serve as one. Grabbing it out of the cupboard I fill it with a bit of water before walking over to the bare counter of the kitchen. I pause for a moment, my eyes examine the room around me. The room itself looked cold and unwelcoming, just the way I had intended it to look because this house was no home, it was a safe house, a hide away place. A frown slips onto my forehead for a moment before you place the flowers into the middle of the room. Instantly everything seemed to look brighter and I was surprised to see that I didn't actually hate it, but kind of like it.

Satisfied I walk back down the path I had come until I was back out of the door, locking it firmly in lace for the second time in just a few minutes. “Ok, lets go.” I bounce out of Lachlan's away, my feet aching slightly from the injuries which covered them.

I am a couple paces ahead of him now, my shoes slidding along the ground slightly as I come t a halt. There was something bothering me, I thought I had heard Lachlan mumble something just before I guided him out of the door. I knew I was being petty, I knew that I was probally exaggerating. It was probably nothing but it was still poking around at the edge of my mind, like that annoying fly which was attracted to that crumble left of the kitchen bench. A frown slips onto my forehead for the briefest of moments before a smile which was ever so familiar replaces it. It wasn't one of those genuine ones, but one that had been wearing for years, like a mask, but something abut it felt off, not right and I let it drop, my eyes confused for a moment longer before I feel him come up behind me. Its nothing, nothing, just overacting, I tell myself before shrugging a little and pushing the uneasy thoughts to the back of my mind. There was no use worrying about things like that- why should it offend me anyways? This was just a thank you, right? it wasn't anything more... or was it?  

No. No it couldn't be anything more. Never had I really ever shown any interest in a relationship with anyone, so why now? Its not like my whole perspective on that sort of situation could change just because this boy helped me out when no one in my life had ever stopped, even for a moment, to give me advice or push me in the right direction, I mean how ridiculous does that sound... only it doesn't, right?

He wraps an arm around my shoulders. I look up at him, my warm hazel eyes examining his face which almost seemed content. He had a handsome face, a square jaw and high cheekbones, almost like a models face. I tilt my head to the side slightly and watch as the wind ruffles the dark locks of his fringe across his forehead. A ghost of a smile hovers at the edge of my lips until I realise that I had been staring for a while now, longer than I should have been.

"So, where do you want to go to first? Dinner, or a walk? We shouldn't go too far, just in case your feet start hurting or anything - how are they, anyway?" I blink at him all uneasy thoughts that had inhibited my mind earlier; gone. He mummers something under his breath and glances down at my feet curiously. I give a small wave of my hand signally that they are fine because they weren't that bad, nothing compared to some of the other things that I had been through. "They're fine. As for the other thing I know a small dinner thing down the road. They sell the best spaghetti in the whole of the district- well thats what I think anyways." Annnnd its not to pricey. I shoot him a small smile before leading him out of the small front yard and into the main street. "Its a nice little place, I used to take my brother there... but... but now its just to hard with his... well yeah." I pause, my voice trailing off at the thought of my brother. I wander if he is okay...