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Post by aaron seymour on Jun 30, 2009 20:35:46 GMT -5
HOPE IS THE GREATEST EXPECTATIONAND I NEVER KNEW HOW TO GIVE IT UP ____________________________________________
It was still dark outside when Aaron left his apartment. He had his heavier thigh-length trench coat on instead of the lighter leather jacket as the night before. The morning was frost bitten and his breath came out in a cloud of fog as he threw his bag over his shoulder and jogged down the steps to his Lincoln. As he got himself situated in the driver's seat and started the engine, he thought about his alternate route to school that morning. His route would actually take him right past the school, but there was no other way he could think of unless he wanted to go through all the back streets and what a waste of time that would be. Throwing the Towncar into gear, he pulled onto the street and headed to his first destination of the morning.
Lucky for him, there was a parking space right directly in front of the flower shop. Sliding easily into it, he left the car idle as he hopped out and entered the shop. It wasn't open yet being as it was so early (to the public), but a man bundled in a ski jacket and matching hat stood waiting. He huddled against the side of the building, shoving his head as far into the jacket as he could. It was impossible to see the snow white hair that surrounded his mouth and extended to his chin and ears, eventually blending into sideburns. If it weren't for the light color of the jacket, his body would too be invisible under the shadows. Upon seeing Aaron, he stepped out under the street lamp. "I was ready to head back home." He said, waiting for Aaron to join him before turning and heading for the door.
"Got a late start this mornin'" Shoving his hands into his pockets, he followed the older man, bouncing on the balls of his feet to keep warm as the flower shop was unlocked. "I assure ye this won' take long." The man held the door open and as Aaron stepped past into the shop, he handed the man a white envelope containing the sum of two hundred dollars for the inconvenience of opening the shop so early for just one man. He stood a little ways inside the shop, not wanting to take the chance of smacking into anything before the lights were turned on. A few moments later the shop was dimly lit as only half the florescent bulbs flickered on. It looked like a greenhouse as rows and rows of flowers and ferns came into view. There was almost no room except for walkways between the tables, even then flowers spilled over their pots into the aisles. He had never seen anything so colorful in his life.
"Anything in particular you're searching for?" The shop owner didn't know what he had gotten a call so early in the morning, but he had a feeling it was a very special occasion for someone to offer him two hundred dollars just to open up for a couple minutes. Aaron didn't answer but instead stopped in front of an arrangement of white orchids and baby's breath. He smiled then pulled one of the wrapped bouquets from the bunch. "I think I've found it." He followed the elder shop owner to the register where he paid for the flowers. "For someone special?" Pulling out his wallet and sifting through the bills, Aaron set a few on the counter. "Ye could say tha'. As he waited for his change, he glanced at the side of the register where white cards lay in a pile. He picked on up 'To:' and 'From:' lines were printed on one side along with the name of the florist. "Ye have a pen?" Nodding, the older man handed him a pen along with his change with which Aaron wrote "Happy Birthday" on the blank side of the card, leaving the front blank.
After thanking the shop keeper and returning to his idling car with the arrangement setting in the front seat, Aaron pulled out onto the main street and followed the path he and Noelle had taken the night before when he walked her back to her apartment. His eyes wandered to the sidewalk and the dark alley he saw the group of young guys come out of. It was still just as dark as the night before, but the rest of the city was taking on a lighter gray tinge from the coming day. He turned off at the intersection the night before where he played dumb and followed it until he arrived in front of Noelle's apartment building. His headlights were off, having turned them off a few yards back as not to possibly bring her to the window. Of course, she was probably busy getting ready herself and probably wouldn't notice either way, but he'd rather be safe. If she saw him then he might as well sign the front of the card. But he'd rather be anonymous, it made the game more entertaining, if you would even call it a game.
Again, he left his car idle as he got out of the car and headed into the lobby of the apartment complex, flowers in hand. The night watchman was still sitting behind a desk, but he was awake and sipping coffee with the Chicago Tribune propped in front of him. "Excuse me, could ye tell me where Noelle Ackerman's apartment is?" The watchman lowered his paper, his coffee mug still attached to his lips. He lowered the mug a moment later, looking Aaron up and down, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Third floor, apartment three C." He motioned to the elevator and was still looking at Aaron suspiciously as the stranger nodded and pressed the up arrow on the panel. His head tilted back to look at the glowing floor numbers above the doorway, watching as the elevator came down from the fifth floor. A bell chimed and the doors slid open, allowing Aaron to slip in.
On the third floor, Aaron stepped onto the carpeted hallway and looked at the directory in front of him. Apartments 3A and 3B were at the left end of the building and apartments 3C and 3D were on the right. Quickly Aaron recalled the number he was given and headed to the right. At the first door, he stopped and saw '3C' in gold digits nailed to the door. Slowly he set the flowers at the base of the wooden door then pulled the card from his pocket and settled it between two of the orchids. Straightening up and smiled to himself again then headed back to the elevator. On his way back out to his car, he nodded a farewell to the watchman who had seemed to be waiting for him to return. He was leaning over the counter looking at the elevator and quickly slipped off when the doors opened. Aaron could tell because when he pretended to be reading the paper again, it was upside down. He shook his head and chuckled as he trotted down the front steps and crossed the street to his car.
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LYRICS are from true believer by jimmy wayne IMAGE is by me
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Post by noelle ackerman on Jun 30, 2009 22:49:39 GMT -5
today is where your book begins the rest is still unwritten ________________________________________________________ Surprisingly, Noelle had slept like a baby last night. Maybe she was finally worn out from a couple nights of insomnia, or maybe a new found sense of security had calmed her enough that the minute her head hit the pillow she was able to close her eyes and drift off. Either way, it was wonderful, and the woman awoke so satisfied and well rested that the first thing she did was stretch and put a smile on her face. Afterwards, she lay in bed for a couple minutes and absorbed the feeling of early morning. No, she was never this happy this early, but for being one of the few times that she was Noelle wanted to take full advantage of it. The good feeling would only last until halfway through the day when a student would decide to be funny and put something slippery on the dance floor, causing a student to slip and fall into her desk/counter. That wouldn't be a problem since they wouldn't hit their head, but their arm would knock over the boom box, which in turn would fall on and knock over her monitor, which would pull at the computer tower until the plugs broke and it fell off the side of the desk and onto the hard wood floor. No, that had not happened yet, but she was waiting.
It took another ten minutes for Noelle to get herself out from under her warm and comfortable covers, another thirty minutes to make and eat breakfast between watching whatever was on TV at this time in the morning, ten minutes to take a shower, fifteen to blow-dry and do her hair, and five minutes to put on her brown and black skirt and a short-sleeved black turtleneck. All in all, by about 7:45 she was ready to head off to work. Noelle grabbed a black coat off of the coat rack, making sure to bundle up with that, a scarf, and a pair of gloves. Of course, that would make her ride in the car very hot if she decided to put the heater on, but then at least she wouldn't be cold on the walk to the car. She could love snow and winter all she wanted, but no matter what Noelle would still dislike the chill that came along with them.
The woman grabbed her purse off the counter and finally headed for the door. Now would be the time someone would say goodbye to their spouses or their pets with a soft kiss on the lips or a gentle pat on the head, but not Noelle. In her apartment it was just her and her stuff. She could say goodbye to her belongings, but that would be strange. However, she didn't let the emptiness of her abode bring her down. Noelle kept herself in high spirits as she opened her door and locked it before swinging it open all the way to let herself out. Every day, she stepped through the doorframe and closed it behind her, then double checked to make sure that it was actually locked before heading for either the stairs or the elevator (it depended on her mood that morning). But, right now, something was different. Before she had the chance to step out of her apartment Noelle's eyes caught something white lying at her feet. Her chocolate gaze fell to see a beautiful arrangement of white orchids and baby's breath. Leaning against it delicately was a piece of paper that she could see had some writing on it, but from where her eyes were right now Noelle couldn't make out what it said.
A soft smile finding its way onto her lips, the woman slowly bent down and picked up the note. It had on it the name of the Florist that the flowers had come from and the simple words "Happy Birthday" written across it. The gentle grin widened to a surprised and delighted simper before she turned it over. There was no name. Her first thought was that maybe her brother sent her some because he felt bad about how last night had went or something, but looking at the writing again Noelle noted that it was not her brother's. Sliding the note into her pocket, she carefully took hold of the flowers and stood again, letting them rest against her arm as the girl finally stepped into the hall and closed the door behind her. It didn't much matter who gave them to her, because no matter what the bouquet was beautiful. Plus, the mystery kept it more interesting. It was more fun debating over who it could be as opposed to knowing off-hand.
Noelle jiggled the handle a couple times to make sure the door was locked, all the while keeping her eyes on the gorgeous orchids peeking out over her arm, then made her way to the elevator. At first, she had thought about putting them on her dining room table, but then the woman wondered how nice they would look in the dance hall. The room was already bright enough thanks to the large windows and the cream color of the walls, but they would add a life to it that the room often lacked after the students began complaining. At least now Noelle had something to look at to make the smile come back when she got frustrated as opposed to before. All she had to do was find a vase when she got to the school. The secretaries always had flowers around the office, so they were bound to have an extra one somewhere.
Fearing that it would dry them out, Noelle didn't put her heater on as high as she normally did. The flowers sat next to her on the ride to school, sitting through traffic caused by an accident and the bumpy ride into the faculty parking lot. Next, they faced the bitter walk to the building, or really Noelle faced it. The flowers seemed fine but the gentle wind made the cold sting her cheeks and turned them a light shade of red. Thankfully, when she entered the school warmth enveloped her, and made her feel right at home again. There weren't many people who could say that, that they felt at home while at work, but despite the trials Noelle honestly loved it here. Sometimes she just wished that teenagers wouldn't be so teenager-like.
By the time she had made it up to the office, the woman had pulled off her scarf and hung it over had arm under the flowers and put her gloves safely in her coat pocket. "Good morning Doris! Helen!" Noelle smiled warmly to the two women on the other side of the counter. These two were the secretaries that she liked, along with a couple of others. She was really glad that Gloria and Valerie weren't here or it would have killed her mood. "Do either of you have an extra vase that I could borrow?" The two women had said their 'good mornings' in return, then looked up when she inquired if they had an extra vase. Helen was the first to smile brightly and come up to the counter. "Oh my! Those are gorgeous! Who are they from?" Doris came up next to her, beaming at the site of the flowers and said, "Well, someone with taste obviously! I'll see if I can find you a vase, hun." She scurried off to find something for Noelle, making the girl laugh and look back at Helen. "I don't know. They were left at my door and they didn't have a name on them. I thought they would look nice in my room though." "Definitely! And you better find out who it is that left them because I want to meet them." She muttered something about hoping the person had a brother before Doris returned with a simple glass vase. "Will this work for you?" The bottom was a little larger, like most vases, then came to a thin neck which opened up and splayed out at the top. "It's perfect, thank you."
The group chatted a little longer before Miss Ackerman was off to fill her vase with water and head to her room to set up for the day. Already she could tell that things were turning around a bit, today would turn out to be a good one. Whoever had gone out of their way to make the gesture of leaving orchids at her door had made Noelle feel so good that she couldn't keep herself from smiling. It was amazing how something small could make you feel so different, wasn't it? She was never much of a believer and that sort of sappiness but after the warmth that had filled her at seeing the flowers Noelle couldn't help but succumb to the idea. Did she think her smile was going to change the world? No, but if something like this could mean so much to her then an equally meaningful gesture could mean something great to someone else. ________________________________________________________ `Status: Finished! `Tag: Aaron Seymour `Word Count: 1540 `Lyrics By: Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten `Notes: [/font] pic by me It’s basically the same as the last one xD LoL[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by aaron seymour on Jul 1, 2009 9:33:20 GMT -5
AND SCRATCH YOUR NAMEON THE SIDE OF A BULLET ____________________________________________
The school was still sleeping by the time Aaron had pulled into the parking lot and headed for the building. He was still smiling to himself as he thought about the flowers he had left on Noelle's doorstep. He really hoped she would enjoy them, knowing he bought them going in blind. Some women preferred certain flowers to others. He didn't perceive Noelle as a persnickety person, but you really never could tell. He also hoped she wasn't allergic, or his gesture would appear more as a cruel joke. His smile slipped up a little at this thought. He was just thinking too much into it. But still, as he traded 'hello's' and 'good morning's' with the security guards, he couldn't help but worry to an extent. It wasn't even the fact that he had known Noelle a whole of three days and already he was sending anonymous flowers that made him think. It was whether or not she would like them. Maybe his brain needed re-wiring, because it sure didn't have his priorities in order.
As per his usual routine, Aaron stopped at his room to unlock the door and flick on the lights. The glossy posters of presidents and major events in history all greeted him, as did the rows of thirty desks that would be occupied within a matter of an hour and a half. Sitting down behind his teacher's desk, he leaned his bag against the leg and turned the computer on. As he waited for it to boot up he swiveled around in the chair to face the board, standing up to erase whatever nonsense had been scribbled on it yesterday from students. Sitting back in front of the computer, he typed in his password and waited for the desktop to appear before going into his emails. He ignored the ones from the principal for now and clicked on another with an email address he never saw before. It was homework from a student. He looked at the time it was sent and noted how lucky the student was, having sent it ten minutes before the deadline. He always gave his students until midnight the day it was due to hand in their work. If they didn't have it for class, then they had the rest of the day to finish. If he didn't get it by twelve midnight sharp, it was a zero whether they handed it in or not. Students complained, but he found that a perfectly reasonable deal.
Deciding to deal with his emails later, Aaron grabbed his keys and headed into the hall. After locking his room up and pocketing his keys, he headed down the corridor for the office. The secretaries were already busy behind the counter and he nodded in their direction as he entered. "'Mornin' ladies." He headed straight for the mail room to check his box. There was another teacher already occupying the small space and Aaron nearly hit him with the door, but it stopped at the last moment. "Mornin' there Harry." He greeted another history teacher. Harry Stewart taught freshman social studies and is probably the oldest man to do so. There has been talk for the past ten years (so Aaron's heard) about Harry's retirement, but so far it was a no go. It is believed he'll end up dying in his classroom, the same one he's been in for eternity.
As usual, the elderly man didn't hear him. He never put in his hearing aid until classes were supposed to start. He was a smart man and Aaron only wished he was hard of hearing sometimes. When Harry turned to leave he finally noticed Aaron. "Top of the morning!" He shouted, as if it was Aaron with the hearing problem. Aaron only smiled and nodded, waving a 'hello' before squeezing in where the other teacher had previously been. He ended up bumping the door closed about three quarters of the way, since his box was behind it. He pulled out his mail and began sifting through it when he heard another teacher enter the office. It was a female teacher but Aaron paid no attention until he heard her ask for a vase. His head shot up and he leaned foreword a fraction to see through the crack in the door. The mail room was directly at the end of the walkway in front of the counter. However, he was looking through a sliver in the door and only caught a glimpse of the door closing. He leaned forward a hair more to see across the floor to the counter, but with no such luck.
Aaron settled on just listening while he stared at a white envelope on the top of the small stack he held in his hands. There was no return address. In fact, there was no address at all just his name in block capitals. It aroused his curiosity, but he was too busy listening to the three woman exclaiming about flowers to take the time to open it. "I don't know. They were left at my door and they didn't have a name on them. I thought they would look nice in my room though." The envelope was suddenly forgotten when Aaron came to the conclusion that it was Noelle who was standing just outside. It wasn't a definite "I love them!" but from the simple excited tone to her voice, he could tell she did in fact like them. To his surprise, a wave of relief flooded him. He had still been subconsciously worried that she wouldn't like the orchids. But she was a woman, all women liked flowers! He still couldn't help wondering if it would have been safer to buy chocolate. No, it probably wouldn't.
Not wanting to leave the mail room while Noelle was still in the office and chatting with the secretaries, since the sly grin that was sure to appear would give him away, he stayed behind the door, listening with half an ear while he flipped the envelope over and opened it. He was surprised to see that it hadn't even been sealed properly, the top flap just folded inside the pouch. Flipping it out, he pulled out the plain white printer paper. Without unfolding it, he ran his fingers over tiny bumps on the back of it. Something had been glued on the inside. A lot of somethings, the whole back was covered in glue ridges and he could see the darker shadows of whatever it was on the other side. Finally caving, he turned the letter over and unfolded it. Again, he was surprised to see that the entire letter had been constructed from letters cut out of magazines and pieced together to create words, then whole sentences. It was like something out of a low-budget crime film. Wouldn't it have been easier to type the letter if you didn't want your handwriting recognized?
Ignoring the style of writing, Aaron finally took the time to actually read what had been cut and pasted:
i knoW wHo you ARe i know wHaT You ARE Do not coME lo0k1ng 4 me 1 doNt thInk u w00d waNT Any1 else geTT1nG hurT lYke KAT3
r3m3mbEr 1'll B watCHIng u
xpCt moRe It took Aaron a while to actually read the whole thing through, stumbling over the grammar mess and being confused by the numbers acting as letters. This actually delayed his reaction of anger and sudden fear. Was this the same person who sent him the text message? It had to be, they said 'remember'. He remembered, he had tried to ignore it, but he remembered. Now, with this new piece of evidence he just couldn't ignore it anymore. They had mentioned Kate. How could they know about her? No one knew about her except for Aaron and their friends back in New York. Could one of them be doing this as a sick prank? Getting him back for some childish argument? He couldn't think of anyone he was on bad terms with, well that he had previously been friends with. Somehow that idea seemed extremely far-fetched. Who would go to all that trouble? And to bring up his wife again? Anyone who knew, knew it was a touchy subject, but not many people knew. How could this person know so much?!
He didn't realize how heavy he was breathing until he found himself crumbling the paper so tight in his hands his knuckles turned white. His neck had begun to sweat from the rush of heat that invaded his head and he suddenly needed to get out of the tiny room, feeling claustrophobic. He needed to breathe. Not caring if Noelle was still out there, he pushed his mail back into the box and left the mail room, shoving the paper ball in his pocket. She was no longer in the office, but he barely noticed as he rammed into the door. It swung out so hard it banged against the wall. Aaron completely left the school building, going outside into the frigid air. He had taken his coat off when he was in his classroom so he was subject to the elements of the approaching winter. It didn't matter though, because he would have been suffocating with his heavy coat. His face was set in a hard scowl that would melt the ice gathering on a patch of sidewalk. He was trying to breathe slow and deep in attempt to calm himself, but it wasn't working out so well. 'Expect more' what did that mean? More cut and paste notes? More text message reminders? He wanted to know the answers, and he wanted to know NOW.
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LYRICS are from side of a bullet by nickelback IMAGE is by me
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Post by noelle ackerman on Jul 1, 2009 15:15:35 GMT -5
you treat life like a picture but it's not a moment that's frozen in time ________________________________________________________ By the time the woman had finally made it to her room, she was struck with a dilemma. The room keys were in her purse, which she couldn't get to between holding the vase, the flowers, her purse, and her scarf. Something had to be put down, obviously. The vase was already slipping, though, and she didn't want to set the flowers on this dirty floor. The janitors did a great job cleaning up, but that didn't mean that dirty shoes hadn't tread here since they had. She was a bit of a dirt-o-phobe, you could tell when you looked at her apartment, and these flowers were to beautiful for her to risk getting them dirty. Noelle decided to put down the vase, since it wasn't full of water yet and it was either going to drop or be set down gently. Considering it did not belong to her, the girl preferred the second option.
Carefully, very carefully, Noelle bent down and set the vase on the hard wood floor. It almost slid out from her grasp when she was a few inches from the floor, but thankfully she had been able to get it down before it did so. Finally having a free arm, she was able to get out her keys and unlock her door, then had to get herself back up with everything after she had it open. Go figure no one was around to help, right? It was okay; Noelle would have felt kind of dumb if someone had seen her unable to get her door open like so. Plus, she was a very independent person who liked to take care of things herself - in most cases. Given the givens there were a few exceptions to that.
After she had gotten herself in and everything set down on the desk, she was finally able to completely unbundled herself. Starting to feel very warm in this coat of hers, Noelle quickly unbuttoned it and pulled it off, then made sure to hang it up safely in "her" closet. One part of the wall to the right side of the door was lined with large cabinets that the teachers could do what they wanted with. The one that Noelle called her own she kept her papers, personal belongings, and other junk in. A couple others were reserved for things that belonged to the dance department, and the other three or so she left open for the students to put their stuff in during class so it didn't get in the way. Between the last closet and the wall, then, was a sink with a cabinet above it filled with First Aid stuff. Every room was required to have a sink, which was convenient right now so Noelle didn't have to travel halfway across the school to find an open bathroom in order to fill up the vase.
After filling it about halfway and setting it on the end of the counter closest to the wall, the woman found a pair of scissors to cut the elastic holding the flowers together and put them in the vase. Being a girl, she had to fuss with them for a minute, making sure the flowers were spread out evenly and in a pretty way. Moving the flowers around made their sweet perfume fill the air around her, and when she was finished making them look perfect Noelle was able to step back and close her eyes for a moment to breath it in. The sweet aroma was enough to release any tension her muscles may have been holding and completely relax her. Doris was right; whoever had been kind enough to get these for her definitely had great taste. She wasn't a picky person at all, so no matter what had been picked out she would have been happy, but Noelle had a special fondness for white flowers. She always thought they looked so pure and pretty.
Sometime within the next hour and a half or so, classes had begun and her first block sat in the chairs lining the walls talking, laughing, and waiting for class to begin by the teacher's word. A few had taken note of her particularly good mood and decided to talk with her while she took attendance, which Noelle didn't mind at all. She enjoyed chatting with her students. Others inquired about where the flowers came from and made some comment about someone wanted to get lucky, but since she herself didn't know Noelle laughed it off and said "Nowhere that you have to worry about." When she was finally ready, she stood before her students with her hands resting lightly on her hips. "Okay so, I thought it would be a good idea to forget my plan for today and see what you guys wanted to do?" There was a bit of chatter, a soft but clearly desired 'Nothing!', and a few blanks stares. Noelle smiled to herself, "Well, we can't do nothing, because you never know when administration will come in. I mean, what do you guys want to learn? Or is there any specific dance you want to go back and do? Anything." At finally understanding what the teacher meant, a little over half the class shouted, 'Tango!'.
So, that was the day's plan. Her first block very much enjoyed their tango lesson, while second block chose a different dance to her surprise. Third block was free for her, and then fourth block went and chose the tango as well. Remarkably, only one person had managed to hurt herself, and that was only because one of the guys had a crush on her and thought it would be funny to give her a little shove. She walked out of the class with a bruise and a contemptible scowl, he walked out red in the face after the girl had been angry enough to tell him off in front of everyone. Noelle hadn't broken it up, because she knew the girl could take care of herself. After she had stopped yelling at him the woman allowed a friend to help her to the nurse for an ice pack.
Now, the room was quiet again and the students were either around campus somewhere or off it completely enjoying the rest of their day. Normally, she would be leaving around now herself, but Noelle and Aaron had that dance lesson of his today, so instead she waited. Her mood was still high, since no one had done anything yet to ruin her day, and she still managed to walk around with that soft smile on her face. Even after opening up her e-mail and seeing that there was a board meeting in a couple days that the teachers were encouraged to attend, Noelle still sat happy. Well, maybe a little less happy but happy nonetheless. She hated meetings of any kind, especially ones involving the school board. Biting down on her lower lip, her gaze wandered up to see the flowers still resting unharmed in the vase that she had set up for them this morning. The hand that her chin was resting on dropped as Noelle picked her head up, examining them with delicate eyes until she finally pushed herself up out of her seat and leaned forward into them. They smelled so good; the girl couldn't help but get another whiff. Closing her eyes, she once again inhaled the fragrant scent. ________________________________________________________ `Status: Finished! `Tag: Aaron Seymour `Word Count: 1256 `Lyrics By: Rascal Flatts - Feels Like Today `Notes: [/font] pic by me[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by aaron seymour on Jul 1, 2009 17:19:58 GMT -5
THEY MIGHT TELL YOU I'M NO GOODGIRL THEY NEED TO UNDERSTAND ____________________________________________
Time had flown by so fast since Aaron read the note and stormed out of the school. He hadn't actually walked away from the grounds, but he ended up hiking all around the building before a security guard caught up with him. "Hey Aaron, you're class if in the hall waiting to get in." He had reminded Aaron, carrying a puzzled expression as he did so. Aaron was suddenly snapped back to reality and looked around at the building. He had ended up behind the dining hall where the food delivery trucks were parked and unloading boxes on trolley's. Aaron only nodded and headed for the entrance to the kitchen with the security guard at his heels. He weaved through the various ovens and sinks and dishwashers to the front of the dining hall where a few late arrivals were finishing breakfast.
For the remainder of the day, he went through his classes in a slight daze. He taught what he had planned, but often found himself paused and trying to remember what his point was. Even his students seemed confused and as a result became distracted. Their feedback wasn't as involved as usual, of course beggars couldn't be choosers. He was lucky to get any at all, especially with his last class of the day. It wasn't nice enough to stare out the window and daydream about what they would be doing otherwise, and there was no definite promise of snow, so they were stuck doodling or passing notes. He even noticed one student leaning sideways on the desk with their head facing their lap. Texter. He could spot them a mile away. However, he let this one go, knowing he wasn't at his best that day.
After classes ended, Aaron shouted out the homework assignment over the mad dash for the door. When the last student had gone, he heaved a sigh and plopped down on his chair. It took him a moment to remember he had a dance lesson with Noelle, but when he did he was hurrying to shut down his computer and gather his belongings. He did it just as carefully though, not wanting to get in trouble for leaving a window open (though it was too cold to even open them) or his computer on and wasting electricity. He also promised his last class that they would have their most recent quizzes graded and returned by the next day, the test had been two weeks ago and the other two of his classes got theirs back last week, so he made sure to double check that he packed them before leaving his room. Flicking off the lights he shut the door behind him and locked it.
Even though his spirits were lifting with each step he took closer to the dance hall, the note was still nagging at the back of his mind. While his first block class was working on an assignment, he sat behind his desk and uncrumpled the paper ball he had squished it into. Until the first student handed in their paper, he had stared at the note, reading it over and over trying to figure out who it could possibly be from. A number of people came to mind, specifically those who he received jobs from, but it just didn't make sense. Nothing was making sense. He had to let it go though, for now, until he got back to his apartment and could mull it over some more. He made a promise to his students, but he had a feeling they wouldn't be getting their tests back quite yet.
Now that he had been to the performing arts wing of the school, he knew his way blindfolded. Well, not quite, but he could get there without feeling lost. As he had done the first time he was in search of Noelle's classroom, he read the plaques with the room names and numbers until he reached hers. Also, like before, he peered into the window. And, even more so like before, he didn't see her. The first time she had been sitting at her desk which he couldn't see from where he currently was, but he was going to assume that was where she was this time too. For a moment he wondered if he should knock, but when he reached for the handle the door was already opening and the opportunity passed. He let himself in, peering around the corner to see the desk. He had been wrong, Noelle wasn't sitting at it, she was standing. The muscles in his mouth twitched as he tried not to smile as the sight of her smelling the flowers he had given her. All his previous worries about her being allergic or not liking them were gone.
"Nice flowers." He called, stepping into the dance hall and letting the door swing closed. He walked across the floor to where she stood and examined the arrangement himself. "Orchids. Delicate beauty." He leaned to the side to pull his bag over his head and set on the floor against the front of the counter. "Someone has good taste." He leaned forward to get a whiff of their sweet scent, again fighting back a grin, thankful his face was hidden by the bouquet. He then proceeded to look around the vase for a card, one he knew they came with, but didn't see now. "Who're they from?" He asked, giving up and standing straight again when he had no luck searching for the card.
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LYRICS are from real good man by tim mcgraw IMAGE is by me
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Post by noelle ackerman on Jul 1, 2009 19:28:58 GMT -5
here are my terms, have some faith in me and i'll let you be who you need to be ________________________________________________________ The smell of the flowers had so engulfed her for a moment that Noelle didn't notice when the door opened on the other side of the room and Aaron let himself in. In fact, she didn't notice he was there at all until she heard his distinct voice say, "Nice flowers." The woman jumped a bit at the new presence, leaning away from the flowers and straightening her back with the small fright. Upon seeing that it was Aaron, her stance softened a bit and the surprise on her face changed to a sweet smile. "Thank you." She wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say thank you to, since she wasn't the one who picked them out. It felt more like she should be saying thank you on the person who did's behalf. However, since Noelle didn't know who that was yet she was just going to have to stick to it. She still enjoyed the whole 'anonymous' thing, though after a while her curiosity would get the better of her and she would want to know whom it was.
"Orchids. Delicate beauty. Someone has good taste." Well, someone was really taking an interest, weren't they? Noelle hadn't been surprised at the secretaries' questioning but she hadn't expected it from Aaron, or any guy for that matter that wasn't one of her students. Biting down on her lower lip lightly to fight a mischievous smile, the woman looked away from Aaron for a moment to fix a stray flower while saying, "I think so." She watched him while he took a whiff of them himself and then proceeded to look around the vase as though he were searching for something. When she started to become curious as to what he was looking for, Aaron asked who they were from. That seemed to be one of the reactions someone had when noticing a bouquet of flowers, huh? She had been asked that same question at least five times today. Noelle didn't mind though.
The card that came with the flowers was in her purse, which the teacher had taken out of the closet after school had ended to check her cell phone. So, it was sitting right next to her on the desk, open. She reached into it and pulled out the card, handing it to Aaron with a suspicious eyebrow rising a little bit. "I don't know, the card had no name on it." His curiosity made her curious, but at the same time Noelle pushed the thought away and considered it to be nonsense and wishful thinking. They had only known each other for a matter of three days or so, he wouldn't have gone out and gotten her flowers. Or would he? No, probably not. Again, it was wishful thinking. Just because she may have a bit of a crush on him didn't meant that he felt anything in that sense toward her. If it even was a crush? Since they had only known each other a small handful of days she wasn't entirely sure yet. Then again, some people were sure of it after only talking to someone for twenty minutes so maybe it was?
Placing her left hand on the counter, Noelle let it trail quietly behind her as she made her way around to the other side and came up next to Aaron, then leaned over on her elbow and looked up at him. So, it was his first dance lesson today. Usually, she could tell what dance a person may like by their personality, but she didn't know him well enough for that yet, so she was forced to ask. "So, Mr. Seymour, what were you planning on learning?" If he was just looking to learn a couple steps to impress a girl on the dance floor but not overdo it, then that was easy. But if he was looking to learn an actual style of dance then, depending on how much he already knew, it could take a long time. Not long as in a few hours either, long as in a few months. However, given that she didn't know what previous experience he had, she wasn't going to draw conclusions yet. He had to know going in, though, that dancing was not an easy thing to do.
"We have American Ballroom, the Waltz, Tango, Salsa, Quick Step, Paso Doble..." Her expression turned inquisitive as she waited to hear what it was he wanted to learn. That list could go on and on for a long time, but Noelle didn't like to overwhelm people when she got excited about the topic. There were lots of different ballroom dances, some that she knew better than others, a couple she was an expert at, and some she didn't know at all because there were so many. But, it was her favorite thing to talk about, and if Noelle wasn't careful she could have gone into listing every dance under the sun (or at least the ones that she knew) before he finally stopped her. Personally, she enjoyed faster dances. The Tango and Salsa styles were her two most favorite, followed close behind by the Rumba and the Cha Cha. This was Aaron's lesson though, so she bit her tongue behind her lips and refrained from putting her own opinions in unless he was to ask for them. ________________________________________________________ `Status: Finished! `Tag: Aaron Seymour `Word Count: 917 `Lyrics By: David Cook - Life on the Moon `Notes: [/font] pic by me[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by aaron seymour on Jul 1, 2009 21:55:28 GMT -5
THROW CAUTION TO THE WIND ANDWE'LL SEE WHAT WAY IT'S BLOWING ____________________________________________
Okay, so maybe he was being a little over kill with the flowers, but he wanted her to take a guess at who they were from. He also wanted to keep himself anonymous just for the purpose of keeping that "mysterious" aura around him. He knew he couldn't have it both ways, but he would if he could. Taking the white card she handed him, he turned it over in his hands, reading the "Happy Birthday" that was written in his own handwriting. He turned it back over to look at the 'To:' and 'From:' lines. Of course they were blank. He frowned anyway, showing his own faux puzzlement. Setting the card back on the counter he looked across the orchids to Noelle on the other side. "Well, they're from someone ye know, if they knew 'twas yer birthday." He could only shrug though, not able to offer up any other fake clues.
As Noelle appeared from behind her counter-thing, Aaron's eyes wandered to the flowers he had picked out. He had to admit, he made a good choice. But she made a good one as well by putting them in her studio. He wasn't an interior designer or anything, but it looked, to him, like the orchids fit well with the design of the dance hall. Maybe it was the mirrors. He may be a unique one, but he still had a pair. He also may have been married once and had an advantage, but even his wife looked at him oddly and pulled him away from an awesome red couch, claiming no way in hell was she allowing it in her house. Her excuse was it wouldn't match the blue walls, he just assumed she didn't want him to have anything of his own. Then she said that idea was absurd and proceeded to allow him to buy a lamp with the stand shaped like a cowboy boot and a ten-gallon hat lampshade. It never left the garage.
When Noelle asked him what he planned on learning he was startled. Did she know what he had been trying to get out of her the first time he appeared in her door asking for lessons? But as she proceeded to list a number of dances, he relaxed. Gradually his stomach settled from the somersault it had just done. What he wanted to learn exactly was part of his plan he hadn't thought all the way through. He supposed it didn't really matter all that much, but she asked so he needed to give an answer. "Uh-um." He cleared his throat uneasily. "Well, I hadn' thought much into it." He clenched and unclenched the right side of his jaw in thought. It would be easier to take the simple way out and just ask her what she thought he should learn. But it had been him who had come to her and going at it like that would make him seem like he was only in it for a piece of ass. If he had approached her it was with the assumption that he had wanted to learn something specific that she probably accepted.
Now he began to shift on his feet and lean against the counter, looking out at the large dance floor. It looked twice as big because of the mirrors and therefore twice as intimidating. Finally he made up his mind. "Perhaps just some basic steps? I don' think I'll be enterin' any competitions, jus' carryin' a girl across the floor." There, that was a much more concrete approach; wanting to learn basic dance steps so he could dance with a woman without stepping on her feet. He could do that well enough already, but he had to make Noelle believe that he wasn't very well coordinated and allow her to "fix" him.
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LYRICS are from long shot by kelly clarkson IMAGE is by me OOC >.< that last part sounded dirty xD
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Post by noelle ackerman on Jul 2, 2009 19:56:54 GMT -5
there ain't no other side to shelter me from i'll belong where I decide ________________________________________________________ He was right about one thing, the anonymous flower giver had to be someone Noelle knew if they had known that it was her birthday. That only further added to the mystery, and made her silently cross of Aaron in the back of her mind at this new fact. She had never told him when her birthday was, so he couldn't have known it. Actually, that did disappoint the woman a little bit. Her hope had gotten the better of her, she supposed. It was hard to expect anything less of her though, because she was a very imaginative person. Noelle could keep herself awake for hours at night just thinking sometimes. Usually when she did it was about new dance routines, but on other occasions it was some silly daydream. Well, this daydream of her was going no where fast, so there would be no harm in pushing it aside for now and focusing on what they had gotten to know each other over in the first place: his dance lesson.
When the girl asked him what it was he had been planning on learning, he seemed taken back. Were they on the same page? He had been saying "dance lesson" all this time right? She hadn't imagined that? Then why did he looked so puzzled? In truth it didn't matter much, because it was adorable. Some people when they were thrown off got the cutest lost puppy look in their eyes, and right now Noelle could tell that Aaron was one of them. It made her smile very lightly to herself as he "Uh-umed" and fumbled for what to say before mentioning that he hadn't really given much thought to the subject. That would certainly explani the surprised expression. Even though Noelle really wanted to talk and go on about what styles she thought he would be good at, she continued to hold her tongue since he hadn't asked for her opinion. That was a really hard thing for her to do, too, since the subject got her going so easily.
"Perhaps just some basic steps? I don' think I'll be enterin' any competitions, jus' carryin' a girl across the floor." The latter part of his comment made Noelle laugh a little bit. She doubted that it was supposed to be funny, but it seemed like he had fallen into an idea that a lot of guys had. He meant no harm by it, surely, and only pictured himself sweeping a girl off of her feet and completely enthralling her on his arms. Very romantic, but not entirely likely unless the girl wanted to completely succumb to the man (and, maybe they did sometimes?). "Okay, sounds good. Just remember though, the man may usually lead - but the woman gets to decide if she wants to follow." She had actually seen great examples of this among her students. There was one couple in particular in which the girl was never happy with the guy's dancing and always, in turn, tried to lead, which lead to a battle between the two as to who would get the part. It turned into a mess, but that was the kind of inspiration she drew from when she was choreographing her own routines.
Finally lifting her than off of the counter, Noelle gestured to the middle of the room and started walking in that direction, facing Aaron while she spoke. "Come on, I want to see what you got first." She then turned on her heel and carried herself to the middle of the room where she spun back around and waited for him. Before he learned anything, Noelle also had to learn something. She had to learn what she was working with. The girl didn't know if he would have two left feet or if he would have a natural talent for it. Whatever level he was at would lead her to different ways of teaching the basic steps too him. Placing her hands gently on her hips, Noelle tilted her head to the side a bit with a sweet expression while she stood on the middle of the floor. For a moment, she wondered if there was anyone else still left in the building, or what he or she would think if they passed by. But, that was quickly forgotten, for she was the dance teacher after all. ________________________________________________________ `Status: Finished! `Tag: Aaron Seymour `Word Count: 736 `Lyrics By: Kate Voegele - Angel `Notes: [/font] pic by me *wonders what Aaron's gonna do* ^-^ LoL[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by aaron seymour on Jul 2, 2009 22:54:49 GMT -5
SHORTY I CAN SEE THAT YOU GOT SO MUCH ENERGYTHE WAY YOU TWIRL THEM HIPS ROUND AND ROUND ____________________________________________
Turning his head to the side slightly in an uncertain way, Aaron looked at Noelle quizzically then over his shoulder, looking for what she had been looking at. What was funny? He was being serious, well, sort of. He was faking serious anyway, but he hadn't expected her to laugh at him. Granted, it wasn't all-out hysterics, just something between a giggle and a laugh. But still, she was laughing at him! Evidently, her laugh was contagious because he soon found himself chuckling lightly as well, even though he didn't know what it was at. The moment passed over quickly, but Aaron couldn't help thinking that this wouldn't be the only time during the lesson that the joke would be at his expense. Not like he minded, in fact he was anticipating it, knowing he would purposely be administering the drug to cause it.
Aaron remained at the counter with his weight leaning into his forearm when Noelle began walking away. Just out of habit, his eyes lowered a fraction from the back of her head to her lower back. The typical guy reaction only toyed with him for a fleeting moment before the guilt came and he mentally slapped himself, shoving his eyes back into his head. Wow, when was the last time he had instinctively looked at a woman's backside? Certainly not since his wife died, that he could remember anyway. He would stare at Kate's all the time, give it a slap when she walked by. In the privacy of their own house she never minded it, but if they happened to be out somewhere and he spanked her, she would turn red then punch him in the arm. Then scold him as if he were a child, but then he would just end up feeding the fire until she wouldn't talk to him for the rest of the night. Once it was so bad that she actually refused to "consummate their love", and literally kicked him out of the bed.
Falling out of his daydream and crashing back into the dance hall, Aaron stood straight and finally followed Noelle out onto the middle of the floor where she already stood waiting. He stood about two feet away from her, with his hands hopelessly dangling at his sides. What was he supposed to do? She looked expectant so he figured she wanted to see his moves, evaluate him. This was crucial, how could he bomb it? "Okay." He said, preparing himself and her, as he pulled off his jacket and tossed it against the wall out of the way. He removed his watch and that too was tossed out of the way, onto his coat. He was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and therefore didn't need to take the time to roll up his sleeves. Which gave him a few seconds less time to come up with something. But he didn't need those few seconds, coming up with an idea that would probably go as far as making Noelle re-think teaching him to dance. No matter how stupid he looked, he was sure it would get a laugh; Kate always did. He only wondered if he could still do it.
For a moment he hesitated, realizing how awkward it was going to be to start dancing from a stand-still without any music. He did it all the time before, but now he actually noticed it. Then he turned his back to the teacher and walked away a few paces. He wondered if he could pretend there were sliding doors in the room. Well, he was going to have to or else he'd be stuck. Finding a beat in his head, he began nodding to it then jumped and spun around. Still nodding to the inaudible beat, (it was so rigorous now he looked like a chicken) his left hand shot out then his right, whipping open the imaginary doors. He began walking foreword as if doing mini walking lunges, flexing his bi-ceps, until he was about the same distance from Noelle as before. He then held his hands to the side so give his stomach room to work and proceeded to force his muscles in a ripple pattern until he was doing a belly dance beneath his fitted shirt. It was more effective when he was shirtless, but given the circumstance it would seem inappropriate. He was grinning now, so excited he could still do the belly-dance. He looked away from his stomach up to Noelle with raised eyebrows and held his arms wider in a "cool huh?" way.
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LYRICS are from just dance by lady gaga IMAGE is by me OOC -will fix first posts later- i wanted pretty pictures like you, although that ones not the best cause i was rushing xD -lols at aaron-
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Post by noelle ackerman on Jul 3, 2009 10:42:21 GMT -5
whenever something's missing you're exactly what I need ________________________________________________________ It took a few moments, but eventually Aaron made his way over to her, almost shyly, and stood before her with a hint of that same bewildered expression. Noelle dropped her arms and stood a little straighter, wondering if the hands-on-the-hips thing was sending the wrong message, then clasped her hands behind her back like she had the first day they had met while he took off his coat and his watch. She supposed that was the smart thing to do. Without the coat he could move around easier and without the watch he wouldn't have to worry about anything happening to it. Personally, Noelle didn't wear watches, she that wasn't something she normally thought about, but it did seem much safer sitting over on top of his coat then hooked around his wrist.
As soon as he seemed set, the woman removed her arms from behind her back and started to raise them to take his, until he began walking away. Where was he going? Her expression turned confused, wondering what he was doing when this was a ballroom dance lesson. That usually meant partnering. Unless he had a different idea? Maybe Aaron knew some footwork and when she said that she wanted to see what he could do that was what he thought she meant? But he was too far away for that. It would be much easier to examine his footwork if he was, well, closer. Still, her inquisitive nature kept her where she stood; wanting to see what it was he was planning. Feeling a little weird standing there with her arms limply at her sides, Noelle folded them loosely in front of her and watched him intently.
When Aaron jumped around to face her, the teacher jumped as well. The action made her take a small step back, but at the same time a smile was forced onto her lips. His arms came up, seemingly pushing aside a pair of imaginary doors, and Noelle gently covered his lips with her fingers to keep herself from giggling, though the grin on her features was clearly showing a laugh. As he flexed his muscles and did some walking lunges closer to her in tune with the beat in his head, she couldn't keep it in anymore. She tried to remain serious, but as Noelle spoke the words were covered with light laughter. "That's not what I meant!" No matter how much the woman wanted to act professional, she couldn't. This was a completely different side from what she had seen of Aaron so far, and he was so silly and comfortable with himself that she couldn't help but laugh at his show.
Then, he started doing some sort of a belly dance, and that was it. Noelle's cheeks hurt from how wide she was smiling and how much she was laughing. "Okay! Okay, stop!" She couldn't even take her own words seriously right now. When he raised his eyebrows to her and stretched his arms out to show off his talent, Noelle felt herself almost blushing and looked away for a moment in her laughter. In her short time as a teacher, she could honestly say that she had never seen anything like that before. The closet she had come was when she went to an Indian restaurant and they had dancers there, but it wasn't nearly as entertaining. Well, for the guys it was entertain but in her opinion Aaron was much more amusing. For a moment, the woman had completely forgotten about their lesson, and now they were just two people together having fun and goofing off.
Finally able to get somewhat of a hold of herself, Noelle looked back at Aaron. "Okay, stud." Her voice still held giggles between her words, but it was much easier for her to speak then it had been a minute ago. The woman placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a playful nudge. She couldn't remember the last time she had smiled this much in one day, but it felt really good. Her gut hurt to the point where Noelle didn't even remember what she was going to say anymore. That had been a very good laugh, one that she had desperately needed, and it only further added to her already good day. The girl already knew that tomorrow she was going to wake up refreshed again, just from how giddy Aaron had made her. ________________________________________________________ `Status: Finished! `Tag: Aaron Seymour `Word Count: 753 `Lyrics By: Rascal Flatts - Shine On `Notes: [/font] pic by me Outfit: thought i'd put it in xDYaay pretty pictures!! I was starting to feel alone in my pics xD haha[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by aaron seymour on Jul 4, 2009 22:40:38 GMT -5
TEACH ME WRONG FROM RIGHTAND I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT I CAN BE ____________________________________________
At least all the early morning runs and work-outs in the gym were paying off. His abs were toned enough to work as he wanted them to instead of sitting dormant in his rolls. Shirtless there was a growing outline of a six pack, but he still had a way to go to get it defined without flexing his abs to show it off. Aaron wasn't they type of guy who cared about how he looked, but he didn't want to look like he sat on his couch all afternoon and weekend watching re-runs of NYPD-Blue or Walker Texas Ranger with a massive bowl of pork rines in his lap. He didn't even know what pork rines were, but they didn't sound appetizing. No, Aaron worked-out because it was healthier and it kept him in top shape in case a job decided to go wrong. Or, like the first night he saw Noelle from the rooftop, the cops came and he ended up having to climb an eight-foot fence to save his ass.
Noelle was telling him to stop, but he continued going until his stomach started to ache, plus her tone wasn't very forceful so he took advantage of it. Not like he would have stopped if it was. Finally, he got tired of the movements and stopped his dance. Massaging his abs, he turned to face Noelle head-on as she gave him a playful shove. He wasn't quite laughing, but it was certainly showing in his eyes and his wide grin was a fraction away. "I havn' done tha' in years." It was one of those weird things that you completely forget about until the moment arises again that forces you to remember and you get to take that trip down memory lane. Well, memory lane was closed for Aaron and he was forced to detour, knowing a lot of those memories were not appropriate to think about at the present time. They were much too private to even think about in public, although he couldn't always help himself sometimes.
Now that they had both settled down, although there was still the energy sparking around then, Aaron was able to stand less stiffly, knowing some ice had been broken, though it wasn't as thick as it was for most people. "I don' know. I thought it was pretty good." He knew it wasn't, for a ballroom dance lesson anyway. It was certainly entertaining if nothing else and it actually made him more comfortable in the disguise he set up for himself. The room didn't seem as large and intimidating as it did from when he was standing against the counter and he didn't feel as unsure about himself and keeping the act believable as he had before. It really shouldn't have been that difficult to begin with, since his whole life (well since he was 18) he was acting under a stage name. But, as far as he was concerned Ken Logan was no more and pretending to be something that he wasn't to someone who just ended up being at the wrong place at the wrong time (or right time, depending how you look at it) wasn't at all fair. He really wasn't trying to play Noelle as a fool, it was a natural defense mechanism he adapted over the years.
All righ' Aaron was ready to be serious now and allow Noelle to teach him something so he could find a way to have a clumsy moment. He could sense toe stepping in the foreseeable future. Maybe not so much fun for Noelle, but probably not something she hasn't had happen to her before either. It wasn't his fault he had two left feet. He never had the chance to dance with many women because they were too intimidated by him to approach, and he wasn't a "go-to" kind of guy. Okay, none of that is true, but that was what Noelle would learn of him by the end of this lesson. "So, what 'ave ye got fer me?" His hands rose in front of him as if waiting for her to drop something in them, like talent.
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LYRICS are from savin' me by nickelback IMAGE is by me OOC lol >.< i feel coasting coming on
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Post by noelle ackerman on Jul 5, 2009 23:28:44 GMT -5
there's a strength, and a mind, and a power in me believe me there ain't nothing i can't do ________________________________________________________ The last time this woman had seen anything like that was at some high school party she had gone to, when a few drunk guys lifted up their shirts and started doing a wave with their abs. It had been funny in the moment, until the one who was still drinking a bottle of liquor finally lost his balance on the couch and fell backward onto a glass table, which in turn shattered and went everywhere whilst cutting up his back and breaking whatever it was that had been sitting on the table. Needless to say, the party was over shortly after that when the neighbors called the cops and they broke up it up. Noelle had had a couple sips of some alcohol, but thankfully hadn't had enough to keep her from getting away. It wouldn't have mattered too much to her though, since really she hadn't been drinking, it was the people who had been caught that had put back a few that were in big trouble.
When Aaron commented about how he hadn't done that in years, the girl was still smiling. In fact, Noelle had a feeling that by the time she got to bed her cheeks would be so sore and stuff that they wouldn't go back to how they were supposed to be and she'd be stuck like this. But, how could she not laugh? That had been cute and funny and a million other things that she couldn't think of, and it put that feeling in the pit of her stomach that you get when you are about to burst out laughing at any second. "I don' know. I thought it was pretty good." Once again, she giggled softly. "It was very good! You should stop by the hip-hop class one day, I think they'd love to learn that." If she could do that, well, Noelle didn't know, but it would definitely be cool. Maybe if she knew it she could be a belly dancer? No, she didn't want to be one. Still, again, it'd be cool.
Aaron seemed to settle himself down and come back to reality and what they were here for. He could have very easily gotten away with not having a dance lesson today since that act had made her entirely forget about it for a moment, but when he held his arms out and asked what she had for him it all came back to her again. Right, the lesson! Gosh, after that Noelle wasn't sure if she'd be able to take this very seriously without letting out a few laughs every now and again. However, she swallowed the tickling in her throat and tried to push it away. "First..." With his hands held out to her, Noelle took the opportunity to get them on track before something else happened that distracted her. She took a few steps forward until they were no more than half a foot away from each other and his arms were on either side of her. "...you take my hand." Noelle slid her right hand carefully into his left one and raised them up a bit, then guided his other hand to rest on her lower back. "And your other hand goes right here." A slight tingle ran through her at feeling Aaron this close to her, but she pushed away the shy smile that was forming and placed her own hand on his shoulder.
By the time their lesson was finished for the day, Noelle could honestly say that she was impressed. He had only turned a couple of her toes a light shade of pink and overall for his seemingly first time he did very well. There were some students in her class that still had a hard time with the basics and he was doing better than them. Granted, those students were kids who didn't really want to be here and only took her class because they didn't want to take gym and thought that dance would be easier and they could woo a few girls in the process or flirt with some guys on the dance floor. It was those kids who usually put Noelle in bad moods when they whined and complained and ultimately made things worse for the other kids who wanted to be there. What could you do though? Her high school years hadn't been much different.
"I have to admit, I am very impressed." At this point, the woman was slowly walking back to the counter and as she spoke she held her finger up in a matter-of-factly way. "Yep, I think you only managed to bruise one of my toes." Smiling teasingly, Noelle dropped her arm and clasped her hands behind her back as she looked up at him. Just by her stance Aaron would probably know that she was joking. She wasn't very good at keeping a straight face or remaining serious, as he had probably figured out by now. In truth though, her feet would be fine, she had endured much worse than Aaron Seymour. ________________________________________________________ `Status: Finished! `Tag: Aaron Seymour `Word Count: 863 `Lyrics By: Hayden Panettiere - My Hero is You `Notes: [/font] pic by me Outfit: clickie?that could have been better...i'm sleepy though xD yet, despite my tiredness, the Word spell check says I did not spell anything wrong…that is a first >.<[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by aaron seymour on Jul 6, 2009 22:29:37 GMT -5
GO FOR IT, RUN TOWARD ITDIVE IN HEAD FIRST ____________________________________________
Waiting for Noelle to take the lead, he felt a sudden nervous tingle. He brushed it off, figuring it was just left over from before. He left his hands in front of him for her to take and position how they were supposed to be, one on her waist the other with her own hand. However, he allowed her to show him the correct arm positions. He cupped his hand around her own and moved his other to rest at the back of her waist at Noelle's direction. He didn't know what he was feeling anymore at the sudden closeness of the two of them. He shouldn't be feeling anything at all, but he couldn't help himself. He felt, content. Aaron felt better than he had in months. It was also the closest he's been to a woman in five years and he was actually feeling a bit shy and out of place. His face remained steady with a light smile though as they both fell into position and Noelle began the lesson.
By the end of it, he had to say it hadn't been that bad. He managed to catch her toes a couple times, but they ended up laughing it off. It was something that typically happened to beginners, even more experienced dancers were sure to have mishaps time and again. He was more than confident that he pulled it off well. The out of place feeling he had near the beginning didn't last more then a few minutes. By the middle of the lesson his hand had slid further around Noelle's waist, bringing her closer to him. At first, he hadn't noticed he'd done it, until it her breath warmed his cheek and it sent a tingle through him. There was a moment of guilt at what he had inadvertently done, but he never moved his hand back to where it belonged. It felt better where it was.
When the lesson had officially concluded, Aaron felt slightly disappointed. He had been having a good time faking clumsy moments and after a while he didn't really need to think too much, allowing himself to "catch on". Not only that, he found comfort in Noelle's presence. He came to notice that whenever he was left on his own, he tended to crawl into the darker corners of his mind and wallow there. Hating himself for what he did and didn't do. Mourning his wife and baby. Contemplating ways to make it all go away. It was when the suicide thoughts came back and when he folded inside himself and refused to come out until he was forced to. The bubbly and confident person Noelle witnessed today was not who Aaron was when he went home at night. He hoped she would never have to see that side of him, unsure if she would pity him, be afraid of him, angry for putting up an act, or something else. She just didn't deserve to see that person, even though she had already. She just doesn't know it.
As Noelle headed back for her desk, Aaron wandered over to the wall where he tossed his jacket and watch before the lesson began. He didn't put his coat on right away, but instead folded it over his left arm. A moment later he followed Noelle back to the other end of the room while fastening his watch back onto his wrist. He glance at the digital numbers briefly before lowering his arm to fold over the other under his coat. He smiled sheepishly at Noelle's compliment. He leaned against the counter again as before as he watched her do whatever it was she was doing. For an instant his gaze landed on the orchids next to him and he had an overwhelming urge to ask Noelle out on a date. He bit his tongue as his mind reeled. Was he ready to get back out there? He never actually went on a date with anyone but Kate, never taking the time. What if he completely screwed it up and she stormed out and never spoke to him again? Then what? He could try to fix it with more flowers, she seemed to have liked the ones that were now next to him.
Ah, what the hell. If it didn't work out, then it didn't work out. He'd take the chance with the flowers. If they didn't work, then chocolate was his next option. Of course, he could always play the guilt card and remind her of the two times he saved her so far. Once from an evil clown and the second from a group of punks. He could hang that over her head if things really got screwed up. But then it would seem like he was forcing her to forgive him... well, technically he was blackmailing her. Before he got too worked up he lost his nerve, Aaron asked. He would cross those bridges when and if he came to them. "Are ye impressed enough to accompany me fer supper? Say Sa'urday nigh'? In case she was thinking about declining, he put on the sweetest smile he could muster and waited patiently, meaning his stomach was eating his insides, for her response.
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LYRICS are from the best is yet to come by hinder IMAGE is by me OOC xD he's so cute. lol i almost typed 'dinner' instead of 'supper' lol scots call it supper.
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Post by noelle ackerman on Jul 7, 2009 18:34:46 GMT -5
you're the sweetest thing i've seen to think that you were meant for me ________________________________________________________ Throughout their lesson, it had been very hard for Noelle to concentrate. It was more than the aforementioned lack of seriousness, too. First of all, it had been a little while since she had allowed herself to be in a relationship with anyone, and being as close as she was to a man like Aaron made the color rise in her cheeks every now and again, especially when he had wrapped his arm a little farther around her waist so they were standing even closer. It was then that Noelle had taken notice to how strong his arms felt when they were around her. She knew that he was strong, he had proved that last night when he had helped her get rid of those three thugs, it had been different today though. Aaron had possessed during their lesson a very gentle and suave strength, and it was no wonder that the woman felt herself attracted to him.
Now, while he went to retrieve his things from the side of the room and she walked around the counter to her own belongings on the desk, Noelle used her joking tone to hopefully hide the fact that their dancing together had done more than just impress her. That thought was very inappropriate though, and the woman had done her best to push it away (to no avail). This was just a dance lesson after all, and it had been made very clear by both of them that they were not expecting anything else out of it. Finally on the other side of the counter next to her chair, Noelle looked up to see the card still sitting in front of her where Aaron had placed it. She quietly picked it up while he fastened his watch back around his wrist. Originally, the teacher was going to leave it in with the flowers in the vase, but then realized that with a room full of teenagers it would either draw more questions or something would happen to it. The latter wouldn't be a big deal, but the fact that it was her property was what would make her angry.
She was just about to put it back into her purse when something stopped her. Noelle pulled the card back up again, playing it flat out on her palm so she could once more read the writing. The fact that it was anonymous did intrigue her, but what made her more curious was the author's penmanship. The woman knew that she had seen it somewhere before, but she couldn't put her finger on it. All day, her mind had constantly wandered back to it between class and when the students had free time, but she had yet to make the connection. It wasn't someone in any of her classes (thankfully, because it if was that would make the gesture a little strange) because even though they did not write much she had seen enough of each of their writing to be able to pick out who's was who's.
When Aaron neared the counter, she let it go again and put the card into her purse, then zipped it up and looked up at him as he began speaking. "Are ye impressed enough to accompany me fer supper? Say Sa'urday nigh'?" Her expression turned surprised - in a good way but surprised nonetheless. "Really?" was the first thing that came out of her mouth, which Noelle regretted almost right away. Yes, really! Or else he wouldn't have asked. Actually, he might of asked even if he didn't mean it, but that would make it a very cruel joke from her end. Her lips parted to answer him, but she was still so thrown off that she couldn't get herself to talk. Hopefully he didn't take that the wrong way. Her pause didn't mean no by any means, in fact it would be a lie to say that she hadn't thought of asking him if he wanted to do something sometime, but Noelle had not expected him to actually ask her, thus forming the surprise. But then Aaron let a charming smile slide over his features, one that made the woman feel completely warmed and calmed. First, her head slowly nodded, then her voice followed through, "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that." A sweet simper crept onto the corner of her lips as she looked at him, feeling for a moment completely lost in his smile. ________________________________________________________ `Status: Finished! `Tag: Aaron Seymour `Word Count: 753 `Lyrics By: David Cook - Kiss On The Neck `Notes: [/font] pic by me Outfit: clickie?That one was a little rocky, I still like it though (:[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by aaron seymour on Jul 19, 2009 15:27:01 GMT -5
I ASKED HER, CAN I SEE YOU AGAINSHE SAID YES, I SAID WOW ____________________________________________
"Really?" Aaron opened his mouth to answer, but closed it again in indecision. How was he supposed to respond to that? He wasn't entirely sure what she meant by that either. From her tone she sounded surprised, as if she didn't believe he had just asked her out, in the good way. Maybe it was one of those rhetorical questions that he often got stumped on. Often when he was asked a question, barring any unknown answers, he found a way to respond, assuming that was what the person wanted. He found out it wasn't always the case on a few occasions and began to learn what rhetorical actually meant. This was long ago now, over ten years ago. He came a long way with ignoring questions that seemed either too obvious or were asked with sarcasm.
When the silence between them was drawn out, Aaron was beginning to wish he actually did answer the question to fill the silence, or at least make it shorter. He was now taking the time to get nervous and shift back and forth uneasily. He could sit and wait for hours when on a job, but these few seconds of silence were torture. It was mostly the context with which the silence was affiliated that made it uncomfortable, but right now he would take hanging around rooftops or dark alleys to this. He was glad his hands were hidden beneath his coat, because they were rubbing together so hard the friction was making them sweat. Finally, when he thought he might lose it, he noticed her head begin to nod. He hadn't noticed his smile slip up until a new one was forming in its place, wider than the other.
Now he felt like he could leave without feeling like a fool. If she would have turned him down he probably wouldn't have said anything other than 'another time then' and bid her good day. He wouldn't have been short with her or suddenly on the defensive. He would have been disappointed, but that was a natural reaction. He wouldn't have allowed it to ruin the good day. He would have been down for a while, but then tonight when he was home in front of the television or reading in his room, he would realize it was for the better that she didn't get involved. Even now, he was wondering if it had been such a great idea to ask Noelle out. It had acted almost on impulse and hoped neither of them would have regrets, but it was too late now. He could take it back, but the look on his face told him he'd better not. He disappointed enough people in his life already.
"Well, all righ' then." Leaning down, Aaron scooped up his bag to throw over his shoulder. He was already concocting a plan in his head and he had a few more dance lessons before their Saturday date which would work out perfectly. "'Round seven say? I'll pick ye up at yer place." He knew Saturday was still a few days away, but he wanted to cover all the bases as soon as possible in case there were any qualms or over-lapping plans. He would be sure to touch base again closer to the date, just to make sure they were on the same page. He didn't want to mess it up, no matter how many bad vibes he was sure to get between now and then. "I guess I should be goin'. Papers to grade." He doubted he would get to them, but maybe. He smiled a farewell and headed across the floor to the exit. "Have a good evenin' Miss Ackerman."
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LYRICS are from she said yes by brad paisley IMAGE is by me OOC woo, i gotta get into RPing again after that break. lol!
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