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[Nov. 3rd, 2010|11:28 am] |
*having pre-consulted with Heather, spends an inordinate amount of time assessing her closet for what to wear to the dance*
*has also not figured out how to break the news that a senior BOY boy will be picking her up for said dance, given the fact that she has previously shown no interest in dances and no boys have previously collected her for any*
*opts for uber-casual* *grabs a soda from the fridge and passes by her dad's study on her way back upstairs* So I'm going to the dance tonight! Be back not too late!
*...* *launches herself back up the stairs before she can meet with resistance* |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2010|06:54 pm] |
*contrary to Mablung's well-intentioned advice, has not played any field (except the hundred-twenty yards of turf) since returning home from Menegroth*
*has gotten back into the swing of school all right, what with homework and peeps and the crazy life of the starting QB (Bankside's own Meeerkat!!), but even with everything in the world going for him, still finds it comes up short at the end of the day (when her stupid ringtone never rings, and he doesn't know what she's mad at her dad about today, and he hasn't had to sneak or lie or do anything remotely criminal in weeks)*
*after trying to catch her out at her/their usual hangouts and completely failing (is she totally avoiding me or do I just really suck at timing??), decides he's got to do something... yeah, borderline criminal (what would Lily do?)* *rides his bike out to her father's place and finds his way back through the woods and along the river, right up to the stone wall* *digs his binoculars out of his backpack and carefully peers up at one window in particular yes he feels like a TOTAL CREEPER*
*breathes deeply, takes out his phone and wings a text to a number that's been dead-silent for longer than he can stand to think about* i'm going to climb the trellis again. see you in five. |
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