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Tweak says, "GROUP HUG!"

Simon Curtis (simon_curtis) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-10-03 21:46:00

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cecilia, simon

Week 19- Thursday
Who: Cissy and Simon
What: The Big Date
Where: Surprise locale outside school
When: After classes, about 3pm

She didn't have class, he'd checked her schedule. No dance club meeting, that was Wednesdays. Simon felt a bit like a stalker, but it was necessary to ensure it all went right. He hoped he was dressed well- comfortable, but not sloppy.

That Sydni was a genius. It had been a really good idea to ask her advice on romantic dates, because the answer she gave was just perfect. Of course, she was a girl and girls knew what girls thought was romantic.

He walked confidently through the girls' room hallway, because even if someone caught him he was in too good a mood to care. Placing his knapsack just outside the door, he straightened his shirt collar and knocked. When the door opened, he grinned shyly. Cissy looked very pretty. She always did.

"You're gonna have to change," he told her. "Second date attire required. Wear sandals, no heels, no skirts." He crossed his arms, looking faux impatient. "I'll be waiting. But I can't wait forever."

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cissysaidso
2008-10-03 09:34 pm UTC (link)

So it certainly wasn't Simon that she was expecting when she opened the door to her bedroom, and the shock showed upon her face just as clearly as it ever could have. "Simon!" She said, and then her eyes grew wide as she looked down at herself, looking much less together than she had ever looked in front of him before in her baggy yoga pants and a tank top, her hair in a bit of a mess as she had just finished her afternoon run.

Of course she had no time to really think about all of that before he was saying the magic words. "Second date?" She asked, a brow arching ever so slightly. The smile overtook her features almost instantly and she leaned in to hook an arm around his neck, a soft and quick kiss pressed against his cheek. "Five minutes and not a moment more." She promised, the door closed behind her.

Five minutes? What was she thinking? What was she going to wear? Did she even own something that was date appropriate that didn't involve a skirt? In a frenzy, she ran to the closet and started to pull things out. "No. No. No. Ugh!" Finally she found the less worn, not that any of it was really all that worn, section of her closet. Black pants. Great! And then a top. Which top? Ah! perfect! And sandals? Well.. most of them had heels and Simon was a bit shorter than she was and.. Oh! She had just bought a pair of new Sandals from Prada that would be just perfect. Feet were slipped into the shoes and then the final touches were applied; gloss for her lips, hair clasped up in a loose bun, and cotton candy perfume. Ravishing!

By the time Cissy returned to the door, her cheeks were flushed with the rushed effort she put into looking like a million bucks when she opened the door. "Better?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.

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simon_curtis
2008-10-04 08:47 am UTC (link)

He stood in the hallway patiently, leaning against the wall beside the door. Cissy had looked absolutely stunned. Perfect! So far it was working out quite well. He was still ten bundles of nerves, though. There was no need to be. They could talk to each other easily and where he planned on taking her wasn't that extraordinary. But this was date #2 and he had big things planned and there was a very distinct chance it could all go to hell.

Five minutes? Please. Simon knew enough about girls to know that they didn't have the physical capacity to get ready in just five minutes. Hell, it had taken him almost an hour to get dressed, and he wasn't being all that impressive. Surprisingly, though, Cissy came out in a very short time and she looked (and smelled) absolutely amazing.

"Wow," he said honestly. "You look beautiful. And you smell like the carnival." Simon grinned. "Which is good." Ok, so step one to The Big Date was complete. Simon had never been any good at being in charge of anything, so he was more than a little unsure of himself. Hopefully Cissy would not think he was being bossy.

"Alright, we're gonna go. But there are a few conditions. One, no asking questions. Not one." He smiled, knowing it was going to kill her not knowing what was going on. He grabbed his backpack off the floor, giving her a look to silence her because he knew she wanted to ask what was inside. But she wouldn't. He brought her to just outside the front door to the school before stopping again. "Rule two: you're not allowed to see where we're going." First he held out the backpack to her, indicating she should put it on. (It wasn't heavy, but a few things would clunk together as she shrugged it onto her shoulders. Something that would sound like the cafeteria cups hitting one another.) Once she had fixed the straps for a proper fit, Simon pulled a faded green handkerchief from his back pocket and held it out to her. "No peeking," he teased, waiting for her to tie it on. Once Cissy was blinded, he moved in front of her with his back to her. He took her arms and carefully guided them around his neck, pressing himself closer to her. "Alright, jump up," he told her, giggling a little. They were going to look so ridiculous, but it would be so worth it.

Cissy was actually heavier than he expected her to be, but maybe the backpack was aiding in that. He'd seen her eat before, and he'd half expected her to jump up and simply float away to the moon. Simon walked out onto the school's green, grinning and semi-waving at the people he passed. (Waving as best he could, with his arms supporting Cissy's legs so she didn't fall off.)

It took almost fifteen minutes to get to their destination. "Okay, we're here," he said, gently helping her ease down to the ground. Cissy's feet touched down (and immediately shifted in) warm, soft sand. The sound of rolling waves was to her immediate left. Simon slipped the backpack off her shoulders, then turned her to face somewhere off to her right. "Okay, we're here," he told her, his voice low and nervous. God, what if she hated it?

Easiing Cissy's blindfold off, Simon held his breath as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight and settled on this.