Angel Wyatt (on_angel_wings) wrote in noir_mystere, @ 2012-06-02 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, angel wyatt, giada d'arcangelo |
Thread: Angel & Gia
Who: Angel & Gia
When: June 2nd, afternoon
Where: Gia's dormroom
What: Angel wants to talk before they go on summer vacation.
Open: Nope | Open to GB posts
Rating: Low. They are both adorable and sweet.
Angel had finished packing up the things he would need when he went home. He knew his sisters were off with the guys from the Jukebox Romeo's and would be for the evening and they would be leaving in the morning to go back to Kentucky for most of the summer. Angel would be going with Zack on his two week comedy tour, which included Las Vegas and Montreal, towards the end of the month, but other then that he had no real plans. All he knew was that there was a girl he wanted to see over the summer vacation, if it was possible at all. And he might not have the most money, but he knew Zack had his back if he needed to borrow some, and he still had enough to do what he wanted for the summer. And what he wanted was so spend some time with Gia, out from under Gossip Bitch's radar, and away from the school to figure it out.
As he walked to her dorm room, he hoped she hadn't left early, since she did live in town, so it was much easier for her to go home then it was for some people. He could have texted her, but he was a little more nervous about her possibly ignoring him because she was hurt by that false gossip blast. Maybe they hadn't talked about being exclusive or offical or anything, but he had thought they had been pretty clear with each other, with their Glee club projects, by singing "to" each other. Maybe he hadn't been clear enough. Angel sighed and ran a hand through his golden hair. He was dressed simple, in a red plaid short sleeve shirt and comfortable boot cut jeans. He wore black converse sneakers and had a little something in his pocket to give to Gia to hopefully assuage any hurt feelings.
Approaching the dorm room he knew was her's, he knocked gently twice, feeling more then a little nervous about this conversation. What if she didn't want to talk to him? Or really wasn't as into it as he was? Had he read it wrong? So many thoughts were running through his head, but he smiled as she opened the door.
"Hey," he said softly, his gentle southern accent obvious. "I'm not interrupting anything am I?"