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 Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 9:07 pm
Scoot.
She was almost next to the boy, and she looked still as if she was about to get up and flee back towards the chair she had been in to begin with. Her purple eyes, however, seemed fixed on the sketchbook which Topher had at hand. She couldn't help but mentally note he better not drop anything bad on her papers. Then it would be ruined, and she'd have to replace it, which would be a pain in the butt.
Scoot.
Now she was directly next to her friend. Why had she scooted so close? Even she didn't really know the answer. It just felt right somehow, but now that she was thinking about it, it made no sense to be so close.
Upon prompting, she squeaked out a quiet "Uh... um..." From the dim light and where she was sitting, she really couldn't tell which of the sketchbooks the boy had grabbed. She leaned into his body a bit, only to get a better look at the sketchbook. It really didn't help much, seeing as they all almost looked the same, minus the way they were "binded." Yvette smiled slightly, somewhat admiring how warm Topher's arm was, before suddenly jerking herself up in an embarrassed fashion. What had she been doing?!
"Oh! Um!!! I'msosorry,Ididn'tmeantodothat!" she blurted out frantically. Her cheeks were practically glowing from all the heat burning in them. She got so caught up with her lack of personal space that she neglected to answer the question of looking through the sketchbook or not. If only she knew it was the pad that her sketch of her prom dress in it.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 9:58 pm
It wasn't too hard to notice that she had gotten closer and closer over the past few moments. It shouldn't have bothered him at all. Yvette was his friend and a rather good one at that. She was just like the friends at home and from his old school. Lots of them were girls too. She wasn't any different right?
"So...this one is..." He cleared his throat, completely uncertain of his own thoughts to even say anything. Normally he would blurt out the first thing that was racing through his mind.
She was so close...
Of course, not having anything on his mind didn't distract him from the fact that Yvette was pressed up against his arm. The notebook nearly crinkled under the white-knuckled hold he had on it. His heart was beating faster against his chest and the hand holding the candle was trembling like a leaf in a tsunami. So much so that he placed the candle back onto the floor, thankfully not spilling any of the wax onto the dorm floor.
It was a few words into her sentence before he heard her frantic apology.Topher was still completely blindsided by his own reaction to know what she was actually saying. Though, it was rather obvious by her tone.
"It's okay. No harm done...I mean...you need to see the book too...right?..." The boys voice cracked on pretty much every second or third word that came out of his mouth. Whether it was out of embarrassment or sheer terror was the only question that stood out in his mind.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 10:20 pm
At first, the girl had been so caught up in her own little apology, she hadn't noticed her friend's trembling hand. Her heart was beating really fast and her hearing was slightly fuzzy at the moment. It was like a filter had been put over her ears so that the sounds of everything sounded softer. It was only when Topher's crackled voice reached her ear that she seemed to calm down slightly.
Shyly, she peeked up to Topher's face, before her eyes quickly retreated again. "Uh... are you sure?"
He had brought up a valid point. She really couldn't see the sketchbook unless she got close to her friend. Taking this as permission, she gently leaned her head against his arm again. Her cheeks were burning like charcoals now.
"I-is... is this okay, Topher?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:29 pm
"Yes. Of course. It's perfectly...okay."
Her against him didn't feel any less startling even with his permission for her to do so. Topher didn't think he could call it awkward but it wasn't exactly his definition of perfectly okay. Though...it was nice more so due to the fact that this was rare for Yvette. It was like he was seeing a side of her that no one else took the time to try and bring out of her. So, the fact that she was touching any part of him was labeled awkwardly nice.
His still shaking hand trembled over the pages as he clumsily flipped through them until he came to one sketch of a long, most likely purple dress. Though it was hard to see in the now even dimmer light, he could tell that it showed quite a bit of skin. Quite a nice bit of skin indeed.
"Uh...who did you design this for?" His voice still cracking in apprehension, Topher lifted the sketchbook to eye level to examine it closer. "I know prom is coming up. This is totally someone's prom dress isn't it? They asked you to make it for them didn't they? You're finally working your gift I see! " As hard as he tried, he couldn't stop himself going through images of every girl donning the mystery dress.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:47 pm
Oh.
My.
God.
Yvette had been watching quietly as Topher flipped through the pages, her eyes slowly taking in the pictures and piecing together which sketchbook it was. Before she could figure it out, one of her more recent designs was being flaunted in front of her eyes. It then got lifted up higher so that her deep purple eyes could no longer see the image clearly. It wasn't like she needed to see it though. She quietly listened to the theories, half tempted to bury her face into her friend's arm. Yet, she couldn't do that, just because it would have made the situation even more weird.
"...umm..." her voice crackled softly before a really long pause. Did she really want to admit this? Yvette stayed quiet for a while before her voice dared to utter in a near-whisper "...that's my dress..." Feeling a bit defeated, she slumped slightly, her head sinking slightly against Topher's arm. Her eyes darted away, looking at anything but Topher and the sketchbook.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 12:16 am
Topher nearly dropped the sketchbook when she answered.
Her dress?...
He starred at the image, letting the words sink in. It seemed even more scandalous now. Yvette was going to wear this? At prom? Have it in her closet? Wear it to some fancy party down the line? She always seemed so sweet and gentle. This wasn't a dress for that. This was definitely a dress for a girl who wanted something and wanted it now. He'd always known that fashion was her 'thing' but there were so many things fundamentally wrong with the image of her in that long scrap of cloth.
"Um...wow." Topher also tried to avert his eyes, starring at the adjacent wall as he lowered the pad back down into his lap. "Well...it's pretty. I mean, if you like it and all then...go for it." His fingers fidgeted like he was desperately trying to find something to do and yet his mind couldn't tear itself away. "Are you sure it's not too revealing? There's a few...scary characters around this school, ya know..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 12:34 am
She wanted to really bury her head under a pillow or something right now. Or she wanted to generally hide. Maybe flee the whole scene. Yet instead, the dear girl was frozen in place like that baby deer again. Her eyes were really wide and almost seemed a bit frightened.
She did appreciate the concern that her friend seemed to have about her choice in designs, but she couldn't help but feel weird. She felt a strange mix of disappointment, embarrassment, and slightly flattered. The first two emotions she could place reasons on, but the flattery felt like it came from nowhere. Yvette's voice still remained that tiny whisper, but even that sounded a bit strained now as she confessed "...I'm probably not g-going anyways..." The girl's mother had asked her about going to prom before in one of her many emails. The dark haired girl had promised her mother she'd go if she could find someone to go with.
And poor Yvette had yet to find someone to go to prom with. The girl wasn't exactly vain, but she did think she looked somewhat nice. Mentally, she blamed herself for being such a quiet girl. Nobody ever wanted to ask the quiet girl to prom. They wanted that wild and crazy party girl who would put out easy.
Slowly, she turned to face Topher as best as she could. It seemed as if her voice had returned, but there was still a lingering sadness in her words. "I... I g-guess you won't have to worry about me then..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 6:20 pm
Still dazed by the thought of Yvette in such a revealing dress, he barely registered her soft voice. No. That wasn't going to do for his Yvette.
"Not going to go? That's dumb!" Topher was an advocate of any social situation. Staying inside on a night like that? It was just asking to be an outcast for the rest of one's school career. "Oh come on event. There's so many interesting things at prom." His face lightened up dramatically and a Cheshire cat sized grin was plastered all over his face. He finally had enough courage to meeet her gaze after the awkward dress scenario. "Music, dancing and socializing. I mean, everything is lit up and perfect. Everyone is happy and free and mingling with their dates. It's so much fun!"
He'd been to enough dances in his day to know what went on. Dancing, getting to know the person your with and eventually sneaking out into the bushes at the venue or into someone's bedroom at the inevitable after party. All that stuff was central to the teenage experience. Of course, he never cared that he was normally stag at all of these parties but the stories and the people trying to tiptoe silently out of the house as not to wake anybody were great mental fodder.
"I mean, has anyone even asked you yet? You didn't say no to all of them did you? I'm sure there were quite a few considering that most of the girls around here aren't as pretty as you..." Oh damn it. The truth will set you free right? Or put you in the doghouse. He gaze darted away from her again, a light blush growing on his cheeks.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 8:06 pm
In a fashion similar to how a kindergarten student might react, Yvette sat there and looked to the ground like she was getting scolded. She didn't see her friend well meaning (or sinister) grin. She just listened to his well-meaning words. It all sounded so fun, and she already had known that, but she just hadn't been asked yet. Shy little Yvette would never go to such an event by herself. She'd get lost amongst the people and probably end up sobbing her eyes out. She was the wallflower, the one nobody ever wanted to go to an event with.
Or at least that is what she had convinced herself of.
The mention of dates made her cheeks burn once again, and she shyly looked up again. Why was Topher always so kind to her? Yvette knew she wasn't nearly as pretty as many of the other girls in school.
She really hadn't wanted to share this with him, but before she could catch it, the quiet words tumbled out of her mouth "...nobody asked me..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 5:15 pm
His views of dances were probably a bit exaggerated but they were certainly more fun than sitting in a dorm alone. His favorite things in the world were social functions. It would e the death of him if he missed prom. There really wasn't anyone that he could ask either. Cadenza has succumbed to meningitis and she was really the only one he was close enough to to actually go with and have no strings attached.
"No one asked you?" The look on his face was one of complete confusion. No one? Out of all the people in the school her never thought that Yvette would be the one no one would ask. Well, he hadn't asked either but he was a boy and that was intrinsically different right? Possibly.
He swallowed once, clearing his throat as his heart started to beat faster. Could he? I mean, they were friends and all. It didn't have to be anything more than company. Right? Either way, it wouldn't do either of them any good to sit there dateless. The arm she was resting on slowly moved, his fingers hesitantly tiptoed over the dip between her shoulders and rested on her other shoulder, pulling her closer to him. The fingers on his free hand curled as far as they could into the floor, obviously gaining no purchase on the hardwood and the flush on his face grew a more deeper and fiery red. Bold close contact + Topher had never equaled the most secure feeling in the world. Though this was completely different. Something that made his mind completely cloud over.
"That won't do Yvette. I'll take you! It doesn't have to be anything you don't want it to be," his voice sounded just as unsure as his hand had been," Just some fun and hanging out time between friends. At least you'll have someone to dance with and stuff. Besides, it'll give you a chance to wear your pretty dress..." Some part of him honestly hoped that she would say yes. Of course, Topher really had no way of knowing whether his bold tactic frightened her off.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 5:58 pm
The moment the words tumbled out of her mouth, she knew that she shouldn't have said anything. Yvette should have just remained quiet like she always did. Even now as she looked at the floor, she could feel his eyes on her (regardless of whether they were or not). Maybe if she didn't make a big deal about it, he wouldn't make a big deal about it? She had decided on something! Yes, she was going to pretend it wasn't a big deal! Nevermind the fact she had never been a good actress...
And then she felt a hand creeping up her back. She froze uncertainly, feeling a slight chill run up her spine. As it slowly made its way about her slim shoulder, she could feel her heart thumping hard inside of her chest. Before she had the coherency to react in any sort of fashion, she was pulled into Topher's side.
"I... um!..." she squeaked out, obviously growing quite flustered at the current situation she found herself in. She didn't quite know what she should do with herself, so out of sheer panic, the dark haired girl buried her face into her friend's chest slightly, not wanting him to see how she looked now. All her actions managed to do was cause her heart to beat even faster. Yvette felt as if she was drowning in the warmth of Topher's body, but didn't know whether to be happy or scared. She didn't give an answer, but her body began to tremble slightly within her friend's arm. It was nearly impossible to tell if she had even heard Topher's bold words with the way she was shaking like a tiny chihuahua.
((Dear Topher, you broke Yvette. Love, Lizzy ))
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 7:25 pm
The feeling of her burrowing into his chest sent a spark through his entire body before it decided to center and solidify against his heart. The awkward constriction made his heart feel as if it would burst against his chest plate. It didn't hut per say. It was uncomfortable. The teen couldn't work up the courage to look at her, deciding that starring at the candle beside him would be a better option. Topher didn't know what he would do if he did.
Yvette's shaking body made him feel like he was some sort of predator who caught a fawn in the forest. Just like in the dream beforehand. It felt like he was preparing to go in for the kill...again.
His throat hitched at the thought of the dream. Nothing good had come out of that feeling. Finally, unable to take the silence anymore, Topher blurted out, "I mean, if you don't want to go I un-understand. I j-just thought it would be...fun. For-forget I asked." The stutter in his words projected his thoughts, They were choppy and uneven. Everything seemed out of place in his inner workings. Being unable to read her reaction was rushing through his mind like a waterfall, eroding any sort of confidence he had had about the situation.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:17 pm
The girl's voice was trembling, but she finally decided to attempt saying something.
"T-t-t-topher..." There was no confidence in her tone, no eye contact, no hint as to how she was feeling. All there was to give her friend any hints was that trembling of her body.
It was only when the blue haired boy offered a retreat that she gently drew her fingers up onto his shirt and clutched onto the material lightly. It was as if she had to grab onto something to lift her head up. As her eyes rose up to look at Topher, water began to dribble from her eyes. Yet, the strange thing was, even though her eyes were leaking salty tears, there was a small, truly grateful smile upon her dainty lips.
"I... I can't th-th-thank you enough... th-th-thank you T-topher..."
Her breath began to grow a bit ragged thanks to the combination of her speaking and her crying. She tried to hold her head up strongly, but it even seemed as if that was failing her, as her head once more seemed to grow close to her friend's chest.
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