|Josie Allen (cantcatchjosie) wrote in genome_project,|
@ 2011-05-11 16:23:00
|Entry tags:||elliot fisher, josie allen, may 2011|
Who: Josie & Elliot
What: A talk...and powers make things awkward
When: backdated Monday, May 9th, right after school
Where: Allen residence
Rating: Medium/High (pheromones, Josie, need I say more XD)
The minute class was out Josie found a secluded location outside and used her skill to get home. With her new outlook she normally would look at the use of her power as selfish, but she had to get ready for her...date. She smiled at that. Alan seemed like a really sweet guy, and he said her hair was beautiful. Now Josie knew she was pretty, but hearing it from someone, especially a guy someone else was always nice to hear. Also what stood out is how he complimented her hair, not her legs or...other parts of her anatomy that most guys tend to notice more than others. She worked hard to make her hair look nice and it was nice for a guy to recognize it and compliment her on it.
Josie pulled the rubber band from her hair and let the frizzy mess fall over her shoulders. Normally she'd have time to fix it before Alan came over, but for some reason Elliot wanted to come over to talk about something. Josie found that sort of strange. She knew him from around but they never really talked, he was awkward and Josie never really went for that...well...until recently, but still Elliot Fisher didn't really "do it" for her. Whatever. She let her hair straightener start to warm up in the bathroom as she changed into what she'd wear on her date. Nothing super flashy or revealing. She just threw on a pair of her designer jeans and a short sleeved black shirt that hugged her figure. Putting a bit of frizz control in her hair it made some of the fly aways calm down so she could straighten her hair. She decided that time was of the essence so she made her hands move a bit faster while doing her hair. It was just enough that her normal procedure of straightening her hair went by a bit faster than normal. She sprayed it with a bit of flexible hold gel and examined it. 'Heh, Josie-1, Humidity-0.' Then the doorbell rang.
Grabbing her make up bag, she'd do it while they talked, looking nice for her date was more important than whatever Elliot Fischer wanted to talk about. She opened the door for him,
"Remember, make this quick I've got a date in a few minutes."