Mandy Crawford (mcrawford) wrote in arcanumpensieve, @ 2008-03-31 08:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | mandy crawford, nathaniel sawyer |
Date/Time: 22 December 2006 / 1:28 PM
Location: Sawyer Residence in London
Characters: Mandy and Sawyer
Status: Private
Summary: Mandy comes to the conclusion that she needs to teach Sawyer how to flirt.
Completion: Incomplete
Mandy flipped onto her back in slight frustration, staring at the ceiling in Sawyer's room, before releasing an aggravated sigh and sitting up. She had been reading, or rather casually flipping through one of his books -yes, she had stacked a few of them on his bed, ones she hadn't seen before in her many visits to his home during various school breaks since they were little- but something had been gnawing at her since she arrived. Actually, it had been gnawing at her since he told her about it a few weeks ago, it being his rather awkward conversation -if indeed she could call it a conversation- with one Alessandra Ventresca. Mandy would call her the bane of her existence if she wanted to exaggerate, but truth be told, Mandy just didn't like her. Why did she have to resort to feminine wiles to ensnare boys? Was that the way she exercised her brain? Or did she only concentrate on exercising other body parts? She just couldn't grasp it, the reasoning. Oh, she did understand -she'd have to be an idiot if she didn't understand- but Mandy would ask why, why, why she would even want to do such things. But today wasn't the day to analyze Miss Ventresca. Today was the day to work on Sawyer.
She looked at him and stood, circling where he was sitting before putting her hands on his shoulders. "Okay, Sawyer," she announced. "Today, we're going to make you a man." Or you know, at the very least, try to make him a better flirt or not as awkward around aggressive females. Because you know, the playing hard to get thing wasn't working.