Trip/Ethan Michael Banks III (searchingminds) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-13 18:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-03 |
Who: Trip and Haylee
When: Night
Where: The Owl's Nest, Trip's car, Haylee's house
Haylee hadn't noticed anything strange that day at work. Some guy came back from vacation, but she hadn't really heard much about him, so she didn't think anything of it. After her shift was over though, and she went back to clock out and get ready to leave, she realized that it wasn't just any guy that had come back to work from vacation, it was Trip Banks. Her crush, in the flesh, right there before her.
Dropping a serving tray on the ground.
Awesome opportunity to at least make herself known, even if she was blushing like a moron as she made her way over to where the tray had clanked to the floor. Smoothing her skirt out, she mentally prepared herself to talk to him. "Hey..." she said to him. "Need some help?"
It was Trip's first day back to work since he'd taken a long vacation, made yet longer by the whole deal with the demon attacks fiasco, usually Trip would be looking for ways to get out of work - he didn't really need the money after all, and he was naturally lazy. However, after spending so much time either cooped up at home cause suddenly his mommy decided her baby boy couldn't take care of himself (as if), Trip was more than ready to return to work. At least there his mother didn't text him like a crazy person, and when she did, he could ignore it as it was really bad form to be checking your texts while out on the floor.
The day had gone pretty well, he'd made bank with tips. The female customers loved him, he had absolutely no shame when it came to flirting with them either. Didn't matter if they were sixteen, sixty or anywhere in between, pleasing the customer and making them feel special always meant a bigger tip and money to play around with at the end of the day.
He'd just finished up with his last table of the day and was waiting on them to pay their bill and tip him, he opted to clear the previous table just to remind that particular party that he was still around, seeing as they'd been nursing their sodas and waters for the past hour since finishing their meal. He'd decided to give up and go as they were still talking and had cheek try and wave ihim down for yet more refills when he'd already said he was 'off the floor', Trip headed back toward the kitchen with tray in hand and had luckily just deposited the breakables into the rubber tub for the dishwashers when he lost hold of the plastic serving tray in his hand. He could have easily used his telekinesis to stop it from crashing to the floor, but public workplaces were not the place for such things and he wasn't quite ready to out himself to the majority of his co-workers.
He bent down to retrieve the tray when he heard a somewhat vaguely familar voice offering assistance. Trip's eyes moved to see exactly who the voice belonged to and was first met with an eyeful of leg, which was definitely not a bad thing, at all. Trip being Trip and utterly shameless let his eyes move up the lovely set of gams - quite impressive ones at that and Trip had a rather wide smile by the time his eyes moved on upward, taking in all the lovely sights to behold as he did so before he finally looked up to see her face, his eyes widening just a little at the recognition of the girl. "Well, hello... nope, got it covered, thanks." he grinned, moving swiftly to grab the tray and stand up, tossing said tray toward the dishwasher without really looking at what he was doing, ignoring the following thud and grunt as it made contact with the middle of the poor lad's back. "Hey... I know you from somewhere... don't I?"
Was he just checking her out? No. No way. He couldn't possibly have been checking her out. She was a dork. A total loser. No one, least of all someone like Trip Banks, would be checking her out. Maybe he just wanted to tease her or something. You really shoulda just left him alone. she thought to herself. But it was really too late to be doing anything about that now. She was already there, right in front of him and talking to him. Trip Banks was talking to her. It was just a ridiculous sort of thing that she'd been hoping for since grade school practically and now here he was having a conversation and she couldn't even remember how to speak.
"Um... yeah... maybe?" she said with a tiny little shrug. "We went to school together... for like... years." she admitted, reaching up to toy with a long strand of her hair. God her nerves were going to get the best of her if she didn't get them calmed down. "I moved though, after junior year so I just came back... not... not that it really matters. You probably don't really remember me anyway which is totally cool. I mean, you don't have to remember me."
But god it would be so awesome if you did...
Now maybe Trip didn't go about using his telekinetic ability while working, but his telepathic one, well, that was something he could use without anyone being any the wiser and it did tend to work to his advantage. And while he tended to try not to use it on his friends, that courtesy did not always extend to acquaintances or former classmates, especially of the hot variety.
Something about her face was familiar, the eyes and the cascade of freckles mostly, but in all honesty, Trip couldn't put two and two together and he felt kind of bad - especially upon hearing her thoughts that followed her words. Now if only she would think about her own name, maybe it would click and he'd be saved having to make her feel bad that he didn't exactly entirely remember who she was. But of course, Trip just wasn't that lucky.
"Aaah... you seem familiar, but... my brain isn't filling in the necessary information to fully recall, sorry..." Yep, there was that 'I feel like an ass' feeling. "Maybe it's the year away that's got my head all fuzzy on the details... anyhow, I'm Trip... but I kind of get the feeling you already knew that... and you are...?" Oh yeah, smooth Trip, very smooth.
Of course he doesn't remember you. she thought. How could he? You were such a loser. You are such a loser. Trip fucking Banks isn't going to know who you are even if you tell him. Be prepared for that 'the fuck?' look as soon as you say your name. Headgear and glasses and fifty extra pounds of pudge is totally not something that Sexy McFineAss is going to remember.
Despite her thoughts, Haylee nodded a little and gave him a smile. "Yeah. I knew that already. I'm Haylee. Haylee Benson." she explained. "We've had a couple of classes together and stuff..." Damn it. The blush was slowly rising over her cheeks and she felt like such a complete and utter moron for even saying a single word to him. She could have kept her mouth shut, could have just walked away and let him pick up his tray and just gone home, but no, she had to talk to him. Just had to embarrass herself in front of the cutie.
Such a moron, yes, yes you are.
That big shit eating grin that he'd had on his face faded slightly upon hearing her tearing herself down in her innermost thoughts. It was one of those things that was hard to deal with where his ability was concerned, sometimes you overheard things that were just plain sad and depressing. She was a beautiful girl, okay, maybe she hadn't always looked the way she did today - but obviously she wasn't the same on the outside that she used to be. Could she really not see that? He kind of wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her, but he couldn't do that, it would seem really fucking weird.
...Did she just mentally refer to me as 'Sexy McFineAss'? That's kinda awesome... Trip really was a simple creature at times.
After thinking on it after her thoughts gave away key details, he vaguely did remember her, very vaguely. "Homeroom English and Math... yeah?" he gave her a little thoughtful look. "High school is kind of a blur for me... and I suck at remembering names and faces." he lied, trying to not give her that w-t-f look she'd expected. "But anyway... Haylee... you must be our cute new hostess all the guys have been going on about... I'd have to say cute doesn't quite do you justice though..."