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Post by antonybastian on Nov 2, 2006 22:17:37 GMT -6
Antony sat, quietly, watching Kylie. He stood, but didn't move toward the window. Instead, he stood on his tip-toes and snapped three quick shots of Kylie, lying down. It, once again, looked like a million-dollar advertisement.
"I've got a good idea," He began, thinking of a way to word it, "Since there is no better scenery shot than a bonfire, why don't we hang at the one this weekend?" He smiled, turning his head away like he usually did when he was nervous, "I can take great scenery shots, and you can help me work on my portrait work. Or we can just hang out." He blushed, then sat the camera down on the bed, reaching into his pocket for a pencil and a piece of paper.
"Random fact about me; I really, really hate pens. I prefer pencil. Less permanent." He smiled, scribbling down his number on a receipt for a three-hundred dollar track jacket. For a normal person, it was outrageous, for Antony's family, it was pocket change.
To Antony himself, it was one of the things you buy when your parents are pissing you off. Most of his things came from places like Vans, or Hollister even, but a good deal of it was all designer, all from times he wanted to make his parents mad.
He needed to work on his spending habits.
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Post by kylieanderson on Nov 2, 2006 22:30:22 GMT -6
Her eyes quickly opened after hearing the shutter close three times because of Antony taking pictures of her. She glanced up at him, a small grin on her face as she did so. Ky slowly sat up. She was now in the middle of the bed, and she still looked up at him. Everything seemed so peaceful and calm to her, and that was the way she liked it.
"Ooor, you can still hang out with me right now. Here." The small smile transformed into a grin. Usually Ky wasn't one be very open. She usually let the guy be the one to make dates, initiate the kissing, and just all of that other dominant junk. She was feeling quite different that day though.
After taking the receipt from his hand, Kylie shoved it into her back pocket. "I won't forget that it's there, I promise," she almost said in a whisper. She grabbed him by the hand with both her her hands. "Come, sit with me." Her voice was so quiet, but that's how it seemed to be when she was falling for someone.
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Post by antonybastian on Nov 2, 2006 22:36:26 GMT -6
He followed her, surprised with her assertiveness, but content.
They sat, and he slipped off his shoes, drawing his legs up onto the bed so that he could sit indian-style. He had a thing about sitting indian style, he didn't know why, but he always did. Even in the chairs at starbucks.
"We barely know each other, but we're flirting like mad." He thought out loud, a little more out-loud than he expected.
"I don't mind, though." He leaned towards her, feeling the warmth of her body, and he realized their hands were still locked together.
"You know, I never thought I'd be so grateful for a library." He said, this time meaning for her to hear, "They seem to be filled with important things, and important people."
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Post by kylieanderson on Nov 2, 2006 22:44:06 GMT -6
Her head slowly nodded, and she too noticed that their fingers were still intertwined. She was sitting on her knees and starring down at the bed as she said, "Yeah, I can tell that Daphn's an important part of your life. You two seem to be good friends, even if your sister does hate her." She then tilted her head up and looked him in the face. Ky offered him a warm smile.
Man, this was crazy! She hadn't expected to start liking someone while at Valkyrie, especially not this soon in the year. It was weird for her to like someone since she had gotten hurt not too long ago.
Kylie still didn't move her hand from Antony's, but she changed positions so that she too was sitting indian-stlye. It really was one of the most comfortable ways to sit. She flipped her hair with her free hand. "I'm not use to flirting with someone this much. You must be special or something. I don't know what it is."
Soon enough she found herself in an awkward position and she wasn't sure what to do or say. She then started to use a finger to trace the pattern on the comforter.
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Post by antonybastian on Nov 3, 2006 8:36:24 GMT -6
Antony nodded, slightly dazed.
"Daphne was one of my best friends. We sort of grew apart, a bit, but we still talk." He said, absentmindedly aware of the situation. He was confused, he usually didn't like people this much, especially ones he had just recently met. He could feel the tension, though, as if what he said next could make-or-break the mood.
So he picked up a pillow and softly hit her in the arm.
He smiled, his face lit up like an angel atop a Christmas tree, and grabbed another pillow, handing it to her.
Nothing kills tension like a pillow fight.
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Post by kylieanderson on Nov 3, 2006 23:38:52 GMT -6
Ky giggled softly as she took the pillow from Antony's hands. It had been so long since she had been in a pillow fight. This was probably going to get very interesting because it would be like she was letting her childishness come out again. Kylie truely is a child at heart, so this would be a great way for her to show the boy even more of her personality.
"Are you sure you really want me to do this?" she asked him while holding the pillow behind her. Soon enough, she let her arms swing, and the pillow crashed into Antony's chest, but it wasn't too hard. She didn't want to hurt the boy when their future friendship and relationship was at stake.
Her giggles became uncontrolable as she let the pillow fall to the floor. Kylie then hugged Antony, but fell on him at the same time so that he was now pushed over. She made sure that he wouldn't fall off of the bed though. That would hurt more than him getting hit by her pillow.
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Post by antonybastian on Nov 3, 2006 23:44:57 GMT -6
Antony was laughing uncontrolably, having the best time he'd had in a long time. He turned, play-wrestling with the girl, when his phone started ringing. He paused, still laughing, and looked at the number.
"Hold on," He held a finger to his lips, "It's my dad."
"Hello."
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"No, I'm going to a bonfire tomorrow."
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"Well, whatever. Have my sister deal with it. I've got plans." He sighed, flipping the phone shut without a goodbye.
"Sorry, my Dad....he's being weird. This divorce is costing him a lot, and it's getting on his last nerve." He shrugged, as if to say 'Whatever, not my problem,' and then clamored back onto the bed, once more grabbing the pillow and lightly hitting Kylie with it. Within moments, he was laughing happily again, never one to let a bad moment ruin a great memory.
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Post by kylieanderson on Nov 3, 2006 23:50:37 GMT -6
She sighed softly as she listened to the sad story of how his parents were getting divorced. Of course her parents weren't divorced, but it seemed as if they should be since her father was hardly around. The Army just seemed to always steal him away from family time. She's never really know what Antony was going though, so there was no point in saying that she did.
"I'm sorry to hear that," she replied, before getting smacked with a pillow. "You want a fight do you? Well, I'll give you a fight!" She hit him with her pillow again. Pillow fights weren't her thing because she never was good at them, but maybe she'd learn soon enough.
After a few minutes she sat against the back board, a broad smile covering her face as she did this. "Okay, I think that I give up. You win, Antony."
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Post by antonybastian on Nov 3, 2006 23:55:32 GMT -6
"Oh, no fun!" He exclaimed, "I'm supposed to give a good fight, then suddenly give in and say you win. That's how it works!" He laughed, dropping his pillow with a broad smile, and his phone suddenly went off again. This time, it was his alarm. He sighed, scratching the back of his head, "Well, it was nice to visit you. I had a good time. I'll come back soon, I promise." He said, and then he leaned forward, kissed her on the cheek, then stood and left with a wave.
It really was a nice time.
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Post by kylieanderson on Nov 4, 2006 0:02:49 GMT -6
She frowned slightly. Did he really have to leave. Yes he did, and she knew that. There was no point in trying to stop him because then she would seem like some desperate girl who just begged for attention from guys. That wasn't who she was, and that wasn't who she wanted to come across as.
Kylie clinched the pillow in her arms and held it against her chest as she watched him go. Maybe they'd hang out again soon, like at the bonfire. Yeah, that would be a great time to hang out again.
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