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Post by ayden7 on Dec 3, 2009 2:15:20 GMT
Taylor walked out of the resturant, laughing at his sister as she made some form of joke about his clothing. Apparently waistcoats and v-neck shirts were far too Robbie Williams for a guy like Taylor Freeman, and his sister liked to tell her this was the case. Regardless, he actually did take his sisters advice more often than not when it came to dress codes and how to act around girls, because last time he checked, he was single and not going anywhere in that department.
"Stay safe, and I don't want to hear about any more guys going after you. My knuckles need time to heal!" He smirked as he let her into a taxi to take her home. She smiled and shut the door before the taking picked up off the curve and drove off. Taylor stood there for a few moments, watching the nightlife go by as he sighed and began to make his way slowly back to the Mass Acad. It was a surprsingly nice night, and he had yet to run into any dramas. It sure as hell was a strange feeling.
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Post by Magma on Dec 3, 2009 2:45:42 GMT
Well this had been an extremely different day. Amara had made her way into Boston for some play that she really wanted to see. Now living only minutes away from Broadway, you would have thought she'd be able to watch Wicked there. But it was cheaper for her to see it in Boston. So the girl took a train up with a few of the friends she made at school. However when the girls got there, the freaking show was cancelled. So it was no surprise to say that they were dissapointed.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, the girls attracted the attention of a few college age guys. They offered them an invite to a frat house party and were very charming. Amara thought it wasn't the greatest idea and that they should head home, but by peer pressure the girl went along with it. Two hours later, she had had too much beer and one too many shots. It was addictive and highly intoxixating to be in the modern party scene. Amara needed some fresh air and decided to wander out of the party house. When she went back in, she discovered that her friends were lost to her.
Slightly pissed, but too drunk to even care, Amara tried to make her way back to the train station. However as she tried to pull her new cellphone out of her tiny purse she dropped it on the ground, spilling the entire contents!
"For the love of Jupiter." she muttered while slowly bending down to retrieve her items.
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Post by ayden7 on Dec 3, 2009 13:31:49 GMT
The train ride went slowly, much more slowly than usual. Usually it was the process of getting on the train, losing yourself in your own thoughts of the past, present and futre, before finding out that you're two seconds away from your stop. Taylor's mind was blank tonight, and no mattered how hard he tried to tap into his imagination, it was like knocking on a door that had a big 'Go Away' sign. There really was no hope, so he would have to either pull out his ipod, or stare out the window.
Reaching into his pocket where he guessed his ipod would be, he felt nothing. Cringing his face in frustration as he realised it was back on his bed at school, he sighed rather loudly, gaining the attention of two middle aged ladies a few rows down. He awkwardly smiled, before turning back to the window, rubbing his eyes. It was times like these that he really paid more attention to the little things, rather than actually focusing entirely on the big picture.
The train finally pulled up at his stop, to which he let out a second sigh, this one of relief. He stood up, swinging around his seat before heading out the door of the vehicle. Heading down the steps rather speedily, he checked his wallet to see he had enough to get a taxi home. He was pleased to say it was sufficient. What he didn't notice was that a he almost walked into a girl whom happened to drop her own purse.
Bending down, he grabbed some of the coins off the ground before extending his hand to her to take them. "Here." He looked at her for a few moments, not like he could really see her face considering she was facing the ground, but he guessed she was a little worse for wear when it came to the subject of soberness.
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Post by Magma on Dec 7, 2009 22:04:27 GMT
Amara didn't know what to say to the cute guy that held up some of the spare change that escaped her purse. Thank you seemed a little too pedestrian for him, but then again she didn't think she could muster up the energy to produce a witty and clever sentence. Never ever again will she drink like that. Ever!
The girl's face must have been flustered as she stumbled for the words to show her appreciation for this guy, but she had to say something. Anything was better than just staring into his brown eyes with her flushed cheeks.
"Erm, thanks" she managed to spit out, with a weak smile. He was awfully nice to be helping her apparent drunken ass when he could be running about doing his own things. Amara gave due credit to her looks when they got her out of trouble, and cursed them when they got her into it. Today she'd done both.
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Post by ayden7 on Dec 12, 2009 14:00:31 GMT
When she raised her head to look at him, her eyes caught his and the two seconds that followed seemed to go on far longer than actually designated. Taylor scampered inside his brain and his humour as he tried to come up with something witty to say. He only could come up with one thing as she seemed locked onto his face. "Don't tell me I've got pasta paste on my face." He joked, making reference to the fact that he just got out of a resturant. Helping her to her feet slowly, he coughed in a slight awkward way, as if he was trying to find something to say. Moving his right hand to the back of his head, he scratched there lightly as he decided to roll the dice and take a chance. "Er...you alright to get home like that?"
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Post by Magma on Dec 20, 2009 0:56:39 GMT
Amara studied his face as if there was something about him that seemed so familiar to her. Something in his eyes. She smiled at him as he asked if he had pasta on his face.
"No there is nothing on your face. Why would there be?" she asked, not quite getting the point. Amara put her hands through her golden hair and closed her eyes for a brief moment. She knew that this would be embarrassing to admit she was in fact drunk.
"Not... I don't think so. But I know I need to get home." she smiled, her blue eyes still clenched shut.
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