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Post by vlly on Jul 13, 2007 18:21:23 GMT -5
The Australian fellow crossed his arms. God, this place was boring. There were people walking around, most of them alone, like him. It was weird, you usually never saw someone in a mall alone, unless everyone was like him, almost anti-social, and loving it. He would talk, but not very often. He never talked to his family, mainly because he hated them all, except his sister, she was the only one he could stand. Mainly because she felt the same way about his and her life, as he did. It made him happy to know that someone hated his parents, and half-brother, the spoiled brat always got his way.
He was wearing a Fall Out Boy shirt, and dark blue jeans, almost skinny, but not completely. He didn't like them too tight, then it was torture, extremely uncomfortable. He brought his hand through his dark brown hair as he walked through the mall, then dropped his hands to his sides, and into his pockets. He had just moved here, and didn't know anyone, but he could live with that, really, it would be easy. He mind wondered back to his family, he didn't want to go back for his birthday in November, but he knew he would have to, then he might get a new car. He would come back, then go home again for Christmas. Maybe he could convince his parents to let him stay here.
He felt his stomach rumble, and he looked around, looking for the food court. After walking for a little bit, he found it. He bought a hamburger, and sat down at a table. Right as he sat down, he didn't feel hungry anymore. He pushed the burger away, and then leaned back into his chair, popping his earphones of his iPod into his ears. Right now, he actually wanted to talk to someone right now, maybe if he was lucky, someone would stumble up to him.
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Post by Dee Jay Adams on Jul 13, 2007 18:27:21 GMT -5
Dee, had her dads credit card. He had given it to her, and said that she could get anything she wanted. She was happy. Dee had already bought, four bags full of stuff. MOstly purses, and shoes. She could braley carry all of the bags, so she decided, that she wanted to site down for awhile. Food, that sounded good.
Dee ordered a salad, and went to find somewhere to sit. The girl, was in a pair of stelettos, a mini skirt, and a tank top. She looked really cute, but was carrying to much stuff, fo rher own good. Dee tripped over herself, and fell flat on the floor. She caught her self though, with her hands. She tripped, just like the kid had yesterday.
Dee didnt move. She just layed there. She was to embaressed, to get up. She decided to just lay there for alittle bit. She looked at her bags. They were all still there, but her salad, was all over. That really sucked. |
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Post by vlly on Jul 13, 2007 18:45:07 GMT -5
He was content right now, nobody was bothering him, telling him to turn down his 'stupid, punk rock music, which is pointless, and has no meaning, causing kids to loose grades, jobs, and other stuff like that.' As his mother would say. He thought it was fun, it did have meaning, plenty of these songs had more meaning then the songs his mom listened too. At first he hated going to this school, but now he was OK with it.
Brian had his iPod on pretty loud, but he still could hear a loud clatter. He turned and looked over at a girl, who had just fallen. He stood up and smiled, pausing his music, and squatted down next to her. He didn't say anything for a bit, trying to make sure he didn't break out laughing randomly. He took in a deep breath, "You alright?" He asked. Her bags were still where they belonged, but her salad had gone everywhere. 'Poor girl,' He would be so embarrassed if he fell in front of everyone.
He grabbed some of the salad, and put it on his table, he would throw it away later. He bent back down, and held out his hand, offering to help her back up.
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Post by Dee Jay Adams on Jul 13, 2007 18:54:08 GMT -5
Dee Jay, was so embarresed. She didnt know what to do. She turned her head. She had broken one of her heels. "Damn" she said under her breath. She was the girl, that cursed alot. I mean alot. She rolled her eyes, at herself.
Dee looked up, to see a guy nealing down by her. He had to be older than her, because well he looked older. She knew he was trying not to laugh. I mean, there were people laughing, but she didnt really care. She probably had more money on her credit card, than they did in there wallet. So she didnt care atall. The guy, started to pick up some of her salad. If she could fix her heel, she would go get a knew one, but she doubted that she coudl fix it.
She smiled at him. "Ya ill be fine" she said to him. She pushed herself off the floor, and sat up. She looked at her heel. What would she do, she didnt want to put on any of her new shoes, because they wouldnt match. |
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Post by vlly on Jul 13, 2007 19:14:34 GMT -5
He noticed as she cussed, and he smiled. He cuss a lot as well, his mom also didn't like that. He tried to keep it to a minimum around her, he was tired of her bothering him about it. She didn't seem bothered by it, brave, was she? Or was she just a great actress? He wrapped his iPod up, and stuffed it into his pocket. He looked over at her heal, well, that was a problem. He never wore high heels, luckily, that would be weird. He always wore his tennis shoes, no matter what or where he was, he never went to the beach, unless he was going away, he didn't like salted up water.
He listened to her answer. "OK, do you need help or anything?" He asked, standing up. She did not look very happy, and she had the right not too, he rarely ever did. Rarely did he ever smile either, except when he was doing something he loved, his life was so messed up. He was a better kid in Australia, that was also something he heard a lot. He was a normal kid, who did everything right. That's when he learned to love baseball, if someone had told him about it now, he probably wouldn't give a shit about it. But now, he couldn't leave it. He wiped his hands onto his pants, and sighed.
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Post by Dee Jay Adams on Jul 13, 2007 19:24:33 GMT -5
Dee Jay smiled at him. He seemed to be really sweet, or was just acting like it, because he just wanted to be nice. She tried to stand up, but there wasnt a heel on her shoe. That really did suck. She pulled her heels, off, and then stood up. She sat down in the chair at the table that the guy was at.
"If you could fix mio heels, 'at would be great" she said to him. Her thick french accent, trailed on, with sentence. She didnt like her french accent much, the only thing it was good at here, was getting the guys, because for some reason, guys were attracted, to her accent. |
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Post by vlly on Jul 13, 2007 23:51:02 GMT -5
A lot of people thought he was sweet, however, he wasn't always like this, so around girls, when he first met them, he wasn't the best boyfriend. He watched her stand up and sit down at his table, he stood up, and sat down in his chair that he had been in before. He leaned against the back of the chair and sighed. He listened to her, he hadn't noticed her accent before. He had an accent also, but not a French one, an Australian. "I don't know if I could fix high heels, I've never touched one before."
He never really noticed he had an accent until he moved to America, at first, everyone tried to copy it, but he never admitted that they sounded anything like him. He didn't really ever care about it, a lot of girls liked it. He looked at her, and checked her out. She was pretty, and skinny, and tall. He looked away, in his mind, he just punched himself. Why did he have to be so obvious about these things? He looked back up at her, was she new here too? Maybe she knew her way around this small town.
"So, are you new here?" He asked. He wished she really wasn't, that way she might know of something to do, unlike him, and not know the area at all. He pulled his hand through his hair, still holding a blank expression, he looked back at her. Whenever he held an expression, it was usually confusion, which anyone could see often, he wasn't the smartest person in the world. Not even close, one little bit. That is why he couldn't stand it. He might get away with skipping classes this year, considering he could just stay in his dorm all day, he was already planning his school year.
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Post by Dee Jay Adams on Jul 14, 2007 0:17:53 GMT -5
She laughed at him. She pulled one of her bags over next to her. She put her heels in her bag. "I guess ill just go bare foot" she said to him. She looked at him. He was cute, but probably older. Atleast a year older. She looked at his hair, she liked his hair. Dee, had a thing about guys hair, because she liked to run her fingers threw guys hair.
She could tell that he had an accent to. "Um actually, I just moved here from France, a couple weeks ago" she said to him. She wished there was something to do, here in this town. If she was back home, she would probably be shopping, with her friends at Gucci, or something, not sitting in this damn mall, with a broken heel. |
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Post by vlly on Jul 14, 2007 0:30:43 GMT -5
Brian offered a rare smile to wards her. He looked down at her feet, "Good luck with that." He said, still smiling. He didn't even walk around barefoot in his house, or dorm. He didn't like feet at all. Just looking at them could make him sick, even his own. But, her feet didn't seem so gross, from his view. Yet, he hadn't been close to them. He never knew what was so bad about feet, almost everyone has them, unless you were in a freak accident or something.
He liked her accent, you could tell she was from France. "Cool." He nodded, again, holding on expression. "I'm from Australia, not really, but mostly." He never made sense half the time. He only said that, because he had just moved to California from Nebraska, but before he lived there, he lived in Australia. He looked into her eyes. "Do you like America so far?"
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Post by Dee Jay Adams on Jul 14, 2007 0:34:34 GMT -5
She laughed alittle. Back home, alot of her friends had problems with feet. But Dee didnt see why theyw ere that bad. Well ok they were kinda gross, and well nvm, she didnt want to go barefoot. She would just have to use a different pair of shoes she had bought. Even if they didnt match. She could go buy something if she wanted to. But, she didnt really want to leave.
She thought. Did she like America?? She wasnt sure. "Well, pretty much" she said to him. Lucas, he was just to well over protective. It wasnt like she was going to run all the way back to france. Well it wasnt like she couldnt, but she just woudlnt. She would be dead meat, if she did. |
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Post by vlly on Jul 14, 2007 0:46:11 GMT -5
The thing that bothered him about feet were the smell. It really didn't make sense how they smelled so bad, being in shoes all day wasn't an excuse. It you wore a sweat shirt all day, your torso and arms didn't smell, so he was right in his mind that they had no excuse. Walking barefoot in a place like this was also disgusting, you never know what could be on the ground. 'Why am I disgusted so much.' He always seemed like he didn't care about anything that much, but he did. He cared about his sister, himself, certain people that were close to him, even his mother and half/step family. He was a complicated person.
He always wanted to go to France. He liked their food, and Italy. 'Well, pretty much' That's what she had just said, she hadn't really been here long enough to figure this stuff all out. "It's not that great." He said, leaning forward against his chair, causing it to hit to floor. Uneven chair legs, this would be fun, yes, it would bother him all day, until he went to bed, and forgot about it. He was always worrying too, about everything. The worst-case scenario was always in his mind when he tried something new. Sure, it probably would never happen, but you never know. It was better then thinking about what could happen, in his opinion at least.
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