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Post by porcilen on Oct 29, 2006 14:42:28 GMT -6
Jem walked over to his book bag and searched all threw it, not finding one single damb pen. All he found was pencles, but he had to fill the application out in ink. "Crap" he muttered under his breath and ran a hand through his hair. Jem certainly wasn't going to ask any one for a pen.
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Post by Min-Sook Park on Oct 29, 2006 14:42:51 GMT -6
Nikki saw that Jem saw her looking at him. She didn't want to look crazy. What kind of first impression would that be? Nikki turned her head and looked down. She didn't want Jem to think she was going to stalk him or anything like that. That would be an even worse impression.
The guy looked like he never seen the look Nikki was giving him. Of course, Nikki didn't think that. He was athletic and seemed very popular. She was 99% sure that he saw that "look" before.
Just as the boy started filling his application again, Nikki looked at him and looked down before he could see her face. Nikki thought that he probably liked Arya anyways.
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Post by porcilen on Oct 29, 2006 14:48:17 GMT -6
Jem sat down again and zipped up his bag wondering what the hell he was going to do.
Jem squinted because of the sun in his eyes but he could see Nikki looking at him again. 'What's her problem?' he wondered nervously. He was used to all kinds of looks, but he hated not knowing what things ment, like the look Nikki gave him, or if some big event is going on, he always had to know.
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Post by Min-Sook Park on Oct 29, 2006 14:52:47 GMT -6
Nikki started talking to herself. Maybe the boy wasn't going to talk to her anyways. Maybe he would go to Arya. Most of the boys Nikki saw went to talk to her anyways.
Nikki started to think about basketball. Maybe she should go practice now. Nikki didn't want to leave until that guy left....or at least talked to her a little bit. "What to do..What to do..." It repeated in her mind.
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Post by porcilen on Oct 29, 2006 14:56:31 GMT -6
Jem knew he wasn't getting paid for a while and he really needed that pen. 'Maybe it's a sighn that I shouldn't play basketbal' he thought but got up and walked over to Nikki.
"Uh. Hi..I was wondering if you had a pen I could barrow. I'll give it right back.." He shifted nervously, he rarly ever talked to people so he was sure he looked lame dooing it. Jem's hands slid into his pockets as he looked at her.
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Post by Min-Sook Park on Oct 29, 2006 14:59:28 GMT -6
((your signature picture matches what you just said))
Nikki looked up and saw him. She was nervous but acted normal-at least she tried too. She digged in her sports backpack and pulled out a pen. (It was a sports backpack because it had pictures fo basketball, soccer, volleyball, etc.)
"Keep it," Nikki said,"It's just a pen."
Nikki felt good just talking to Jem wouldn't making a fool out of herself. How could a pen make you feel like you accomplished so much? Maybe because it's one of Nikki's flaw to be scared to talk to boys she liked.
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Post by lorenzobonaventure on Oct 30, 2006 21:36:23 GMT -6
He had to stop himself from laughing as she answered each of his questions, not seeming to forget a single one, though his english-speaking mind had forgotten many. "Es nada," he replied to her question about what was right. It's nothing.
Shrugging lightly, he watched Nikki simply walk away, just as she'd done to him before. It was slightly unnerving, he had to admit. But he wouldn't dwell on her sudden disappearances. Maybe she was just too energetic to be kept still. Or maybe she had ADHD. Seemed like it... Looking up at the sky for a moment, reveling in the decent atmosphere that they were graced with, Lorenzo sighed heavily, at a loss for words. Usually, awkward silences weren't his thing. He was so much better at the flirting thing. But then again, he'd never flirted in spanish...
"Arya?" he said finally, "Yo se es temprano y no conoces me bien, pero te gustaria ir a un cita conmigo?" I know it's early and you don't know me well, but would you like to go on a date with me? Hah. Smooth transition Einstein. But what was said, was done, eh? Too late to turn back now. "Creo que nosotros debemos hablar mas. Y tu eres muy bonita. Pero, sabes ese. Yo dicho ese muchos tiempos..." I think we should talk more. And you're very pretty. But, you know that. I've said that a lot...
Was his goal to embarass the hell out of her or what? But he was almost desperate for a date. Just one. And she could shake him off or tell him no, and that would be all it took. He'd never pursued a girl who didn't wish to be pursued. But damnit, did he hope her answer was yes...
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Post by kelseylewington on Oct 30, 2006 22:08:35 GMT -6
Kelsey ventured onto the courtyard, schedule in hand, already pissed at the school year. Why so many AP classes? Were they /trying/ to kill her? Kelsey has never been one to excel in anything, especially academic wise, I mean she barely pulls of a "C" in most classes. This must have been her mother's doing, trying to persuade her to go in a direction where there was promise, a future. "Fuck you," Kelsey muttered under her breath as she took one last look at the schedule before stuffing it in her large Louis Vuitton purse.
In a bad mood, Kelsey walked through the courtyard, contemplating ditching the rest of the day and stopped when she heard her phone ringing. The annoying ringtone, signalling a new text message, continued until she checked it only to be disappointed that the text message was from her mother. Not even reading it she threw the phone back in her bag and turned around to see if anyone was out and about that was worth seeing.
For the end of the summer, Kelsey had been kind-of removed from the party scene and needed to catch up. She saw that new girl, what was her name again? Kelsey couldn't remember but all she knew was that she was gorgeous, and it made her mad. Pissed even more for really no reason, she made her way to a bench where she sat, careful not to dirty her new true Religion jeans, and called for a ride to get her out of here.
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Post by aryajohnson on Oct 31, 2006 17:51:34 GMT -6
Arya blinked, watching Nikki walk away. She turned her gaze to her notebook, which her hands were running fondly over. Her brown eyes were slightly dazed; she was thinking about home and Papá, Anna-Maria, and everything else. Her lips curled into a slight smile as she thought about her dog, Letty. Oh how she missed her! Oh well, maybe she’d get something…like a hamster or guinea pig. Yes, that’d probably be best. She probably name it Letty again. Her strawberry lips curled into a full smile, not caring if Lorenzo thought she was crazy. At the sound of his voice she frowned.
"Arya? Yo se es temprano y no conoces me bien, pero te gustaria ir a un cita conmigo?" was all he said. She blinked twice, trying to remember what he had said. She had only heard “Pero te gustaria ir a un cite conmingo.” What had he said before? Her frown increased, until she remembered the “Arya? Yo se es temprano y no conoces me bien.” Her frown turned into a smile. Brown cheeks turned to red cheeks with pure embarrassment. She considered her choices, then carefully chose her words.
“¿Fecha? El Um... seguro, sino yo no es muy buenos en fechar,” she said, smiling towards him. She put her notebook in her bag before she looked at him. Instinctively, her hand went up to her brown hair, which she twisted around her fingers. Her cheeks were still bright red, but they were fading slightly. It wasn’t as if this was her first date, but it was probably be her best date. She had a few dates before, but they were with people who took advantage of her shyness. She broke up them right away. But, Lorenzo didn’t seem the type to take advantage of that. “¿Cuándo y dónde?”
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Post by lorenzobonaventure on Nov 1, 2006 17:27:38 GMT -6
Ah. The sweet, sweet taste of victory. So much more preferable to the bitterness of rejection.
Grinning broadly, the youth stretched out and glanced once more at Arya's notebook before moving his eyes back up to her. "Pues," he began, "No debes esta buena en las citas. Debes estas usted mismo. Entonces, es facil," he explained finally. You don't have to be good at dating. You must be yourself. Then, it's easy. Ah. The unending wisdom of Lorenzo Bonaventure. Him and his spectacular advice and words of assurance. What would the world be without him? Psh. For one, it might be better off.
It seemed that'd he'd finally noticed the colour as it was fading, and he shook his head, chuckling slightly. "Tu estas desconcertado? No debes." Are you embarrassed? You shouldn't be. As he said this, he leaned over and lightly touched her cheek, and before he could register his words, they'd already left his mouth. "God, you're beautiful..." It was possible that she didn't even understand, in which case, he didn't really want to try and explain what it meant. Pointless, anyway. He'd been saying similar things all day. Drawing back, he shrugged lightly, and looked down at the ground. Where? And then it came to him. Perfect. It was comfortable, casual, and it didn't put too much pressure on her to talk with him the entire time.
"A la playa? Nosotros podemos ir a la fiesta de playa los sabado. Esta comodo, si?" The beach? We can go to the beach party on Saturday. It's comfortable, yeah? Great suggestion. Smartest thing he'd said all day, really.
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Post by aryajohnson on Nov 1, 2006 20:38:42 GMT -6
Arya shifted, uncomfortable. She knew Lorenzo must be feeling good, but that didn’t take away her embarrassment.
She turned her Spanish gaze to him, for the first time meeting his eyes. She smiled slightly, all the red rushing back to her brown cheeks. Strawberry lips were covered by her hand quickly, trying not to seem like a fool. She could write a whole story in Spanish, but she could barely write a sentence in English; same thing with talking. She spoke English in private, where no one besides her American ‘grandmother’ could hear her. She preferred it that way, so no one could here her ‘ahorrlibe’ English. She bit down on her lip, trying not to seem nervous or embarrassed, or anything like that. According to his next sentence, it was too late.
"Pues, no debes esta buena en las citas. Debes estas usted mismo. Entonces, es facil. Tu estas desconcertado? No debes. God, you’re beautiful.” She nodded to his first statement, not really taking in the words. It wasn’t as if she didn’t get them; she did, she was just thinking of the party at the beach on Saturday and all the possible ways to make a fool of herself. Sadly, she probably would. A finger stroking her cheek snapped her out of her day dream, just as he said, “God, you’re beautiful.” She knew two words out of that sentence: “You’re” and “beautiful.” Her cheeks went the darkest shade of red at this.
At his question if the beach party was acceptable for a date, she smiled and nodded. Perfect. She could mingle with other students, converse with other bilingual students, while being on a date with Lorenzo. She loved parties. They were all too fun to dance at. “Si,” she said as an answer. She leaned over and pressed her lips to his cheek, then pulled back, her cheeks redder then the average tomato.
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Post by Jem on Nov 3, 2006 18:29:34 GMT -6
Jem yawend and grabbed his stuff after filling the rest of the basketball application out and left the courtyard, not really sure where he wanted to go next. Maybe back to his dorm or to a club? Jem really didn't know.
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Post by lorenzobonaventure on Nov 3, 2006 21:46:22 GMT -6
Embarassment indeed. It was so easy to get her flustered. She was so adorable too... God, he was hooked. He was hooked and it hadn't taken long. What? A week? He'd met her about that long ago, during the summer in a week which they'd set up to audition anyone who hadn't had the chance to do so last year at the end of the year.
Lorenzo realized that creating a relationship with this girl would be difficult. His spanish only went so far. So far, so good, however, but who's to say that it would go as well as it had when time stretched on. The only solution would be to help Arya out with her english. Besides: right now, speaking to her in spanish wasn't helping her out at all. It was teaching her to stay comfortable with her own language in a place where english was the dominating tongue. He would have to help teach her eventually, get her comfortable with it. Lorenzo didn't want to make things harder for the hispanic girl; oh no, quite opposite, in fact. He wanted to make things much easier, not more difficult.
Her facial expressions and colouring was becoming a never-ending amusement to him. It was like a game at this point: See how red we could make Arya Johnson. Ah. How sweet. Not really. He was sure that she must have been severely uncomfortable by those simple expressions, and with this knowledge, he actually drew confidence from her embarassment.
And then a coy gesture, a motion so innocent that it honestly touched him, made his bones go soft and his stomach do a flip flop. Who knew that a kiss on the cheek could derive such reactions from an arrogant rich boy? Lorenzo simply stared, his jaw on the verge of dropping, albeit, not yet. How unattractive that would be were he to simply stare slack-jawed at the girl he'd just asked out? She'd probably be having second thoughts. If something like that shocked him so thoroughly, who knew what would happen with anything more.
Shaking his head, he finally grinned, his initial reaction somewhat embarassing, "Ah," he said unintelligently, "Si... Debo ir a contigo o veo tu alli? Que quieres hacer?" Ah. Yes... Should I go with you or meet you there? What do you want to do?
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Post by aryajohnson on Nov 3, 2006 22:59:45 GMT -6
Arya was indeed embarrassed. It didn’t take much for her get embarrassed seeing as she was shy. Sadly, Lorenzo seemed to want her to get embarrassed. Or maybe she was just dreaming. It sure seemed like it. It didn’t really matter, because if the rich Bonaventure man was making her embarrassed on purpose, she wouldn’t do anything about it. Sometimes, she wished she wasn’t shy.
Relationships with Arya were always hard to build. Even if she was in Spain, she’d still be hard to build with. Her ways of not willing to discuss issues with her date got on a lot of people’s nerves, even other Hispanic boys. This wasn’t her first date, but it’d probably be her best. Every other date end…well, let’s just say badly. This relationship could end good or bad, depending on their communication. That brought up the subject of…drum roll please….English. The dreaded English language that Arya could not master, no matter what she did. If someone helped her with her English, she might be able get along better with her teachers and Lorenzo.
Arya leaned back, her brown hair bouncing. She smiled at him, her music of a laugh filling the air around her as she watched his reaction to the simple, yet meaningful kiss on the cheek. She could not get over that. It was funny how he looked as if he was about to the fish, then he decided against it. God…boys were so funny…and stupid. She kept laughing. It was quiet, yet pretty. Spanish boys loved her laugh and tried to do ANYTHING to get her to laugh.
"Ah, si... Debo ir a contigo o veo tu alli? Que quieres hacer?"Lorenzo’s voice interrupted her thoughts once again. She thought it over a minute, before choosing her words and replying in a even tone, “¿Cómo sobre nosotros vamos juntos? Podemos satisfacer en el frente del edificio por la mañana, después pasamos a la playa juntos.
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