Post by Carson Owens on Dec 30, 2009 23:11:52 GMT -5
She almost died laughing.. he'd seen her athletic skills earlier... "Well you see.. as clumsy as I am.. that's a negative on a whole lotta sports, though I'm known to have my athletic moments... However.. I'm into cars.. my dad used to have a GTO, classic hot red... leather interior.. I almost died when he gave it away... of course, that was nearly four years ago.. Had to buy a family van.. dumb, in my opionion.." The redheaded waitress dropped a set of silverware on either side of them, and slid her milkshake towards her side of the table, his soda on his side.. She gave them both a wink, and slinked off, leaving them in a slight silence..
At this.. Carson slipped back into her talk mode..
"If I could choose any sport for me to be remotely good at, it would be powder puff football.. those girls are so awesome and athletic.. of course, I am not the CLUMBSIEST person I know... but.. whatever.. what about you? Do you play any sports with the guys... toss the old pigskin around?" She gave him a charming grin.. Well.. the most charming one she could conjure.. She didn't find herself charming in the least bit... in fact, everything about her seemed disheveled when she took glances in mirrors and windows.. At that thought, she checked her reflection in the window to her right, and shied away.. Ewww..
Grimmacing at her own distaste, she ran her fingers through tangled, wavy hair, and sighed.. Maybe if she'd taken the time to do something with herself, though that seemed an impossible fear, really, she'd have gotten his attention by simply walking by, and not trying to outrun a four legged terror... which now that she thought about it, seemed ridiculous.. With four legs in mind, her eyes searched subliminally for Aggro, his furry companion, who seemed content to stare blankly back at them.. That dog was creepy smart... or... strange... Either way, it was weird.. His attention was snagged by a group of birds, and hers by JC, who seemed to either be thinking of a response, or pondering whether to get up and run away now..
She'd give him credit for staying.. Kendall, by now, would have told her to shut up. He was just harsh like that.. now she wondered why she'd given him such patience for this same reason... kendall that is.. He disgusted her, and she shoved him out of her thoughts for that exact reason.. Kendall... 6'0... 194 lbs.... shaggy brown hair.. He wasn't ugly, by any means... which made her wonder why she ended up with him, as hideous as she could be... but he was rude.. and came from a rich background.. Pompous bastard.. she was glad she'd stopped talking to him, though it felt like he was a shadow she couldn't shake off that easily.. Shaking the thoughts away she let her cool blue eyes land on JC, pondering why he'd not ran away yet, or told her to shut up...
Maybe she was getting somewhere?
Tag: JC
Word Count: 600 (with coding)
Outfit: Dark skinny jeans, holy. White tank under a light grey sweater, half zipped, converse.
Lyrics: "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5
Random: lol he actually considered her.. that's great... ILY..
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