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 Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 1:42 am
While the other seemed to dive right in, how was food not winding up on the table with how messy that french fry selection looked was beyond him, Ian ate much slower as he tried to remind himself that it was alright to indulge in fried, greasy, food just the once. It wouldn't kill him. The taste wasn't all that bad either, though it also wasn't something he'd ever had before. Ian knew his slender, though average height, frame was due in large part to eating healthy. With his lack of exercise, even going so far as to skip gym classes when he'd been in school, he'd have been heavier than he was now if he ate all the unhealthy food the majority of his friends ate. He didn't know why but he simply didn't like to be so active, he didn't see a reason for it really. Maybe it was also that he simply disliked doing things which achieved nothing, or at least nothing he deemed important enough to spend time on.That did seem about right really.
While people jumped, bounced, and almost looked like they were having seizures in some cases, he remained seated. He may be tapping a foot on the ground and his head may have bobbed about like a bobble head but he didn't get up and join in the frenzy close to the stage. There was no way he was joining that press of bodies.
Surprised by the others words, and how cheerfully he ended it all, he stared for a moment before blinking green eyes. "Ummm...I normally don't make friends...I'm not good with people. Actually...I ummm...I normally let my friends make friends and I become there friend also."If his babble speak made any sense at all, with the over use of the word friend and friends. Biting his lip he shook his head and found himself prodding at the backing of one of his lip piercings. "What I mean is that I don't hate you. But being friends so quickly is a bit odd...but since I don't make friends I don't know if that's exactly normal..." He hoped that made better sense, or that combined with his previous babble speak some sense could be made of it all. Really it wasn't hard to see that he had issues with people. And he quickly, embarrassed, turned his attention to his drink and finished the last remains of it.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 5:46 am
The only reason that Isha himself wasn't an over inflated version of himself was becausze he danced so often! When Jazzercise first came out, he was absolutely thrilled! Either way, he never cared if he gained weight or not. After all, being fat meant you lived well, and you weren't poor. Not that he judged people on being skinny or plump! It just mattered what you did with your time.
The rambling explination he received wasn't all that unexpected. He had asked these same questions before, so the response didn't phase him. Instead, he smiled, nodding carefully at the right times, showing that he understood.
"I'd like to say I'm a bit peculiar. So.. I don't think that you'rde wrong in anyway! You're just as right as I am!" He took his hands away from the greasy mess, finished with it, and wiped his hands on the napkin before him, getting up to throw the empty containers away. Isha vaugely wonder how to next approch the boy, but there was no sense in rushing things, were there? Not at all. He returned to the other, sitting back down in this intermission for the band.
"I think we should just be oddballs and become buddies right now! My reasoning? None! I would just be kinda awesome to make a friend here so quickly, you know?" There wan't any pressure, nope! He went quiet again, contemplating what the others response might be.
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 11:21 pm
So he hadn't bothered the other with his babbling or thrown him off, he understood it. Well, that was good at least. He was always nervous when talking to and dealing with new people, it was just one of those things he couldn't really overcome. It wasn't like he tried really either, he was comfortable in letting his friends made friends for him, it was just easier. He was much more comfortable on his computer anyway, so why bother with real people?
"Oh, ok." Nodding his head as the other explained that they were both right, it was true. Neither of them was wrong with how they were, it was just who they each were. But did he want to make friends with the other? There was nothing wrong with the other or making his own friend for the first time in a long time. But it just felt...odd.
"Umm...sure, why not." After a moments hesitation he came to this answer, even as he bit his lip right after giving his answer. The other was loud and excited, much like some of his female friends. It wasn't a bad thing though. This could work, right? This friendship wouldn't be something which went up in flames, and become something he regretted...right?
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 1:56 pm
"Awesome Awesome Awesome!" Sure, the other had not seemed so enthusiastic about their budding friendship, but Isha had enough excitement in him for the both of them! It may have seemed weird, but he reached into his wallet, pulling out a card.
"Here! It's my number, email, and address! Yeah.. Kinda bizarre, but I figure it's easier than just trying to write everything down all the time." He pushed it towards Ian, his hand pulling back to rest in his lap. "I don't know how comfortable you are meeting up again, so I'll wait and let you decide. Or who knows, we might run into one another again."
This boy seemed just so unsure of himself, biting his lip and hesitating when he spoke. It would probably take some time before they were to warm up with one another, but he didn't mind. If an older kid even gave him the time of day, he would go as slowly as he needed to become his friend.
"It seems like the concerts ending.. I guess it will be time to go soon. It's amazing how fast things go when you're enjoying someone's company.. " A nice lovely rosy color appeared on his cheeks. "That.. Sounded a bit out of context, I'm sorry! Hehe.."
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 3:22 pm
He had his contact information on a printed card? That was a bit...odd. Didn't it cost a lot to get cards printed, and have to come in a large quantity? Did that mean this person had a lot of friends? Or did he toss this card to people often enough he needed a lot of cards? Either way it was a little odd, or well maybe a lot odd. But Ian didn't say anything as he glanced over the card before taking it off the table and shifting, lifting himself a bit off his seat, he slipped it into a back pocket. "I'll give a call." When he wasn't even sure, he really wasn't good with people, never had been. "Or maybe text...or e-mail." Both were far more comfortable things for him, especially e-mail.
Had it really gone that fast? He had noticed the music, the songs, and lyrics but only as a background thing. While he knew the group nothing content wise seemed new. So perhaps that went to why tonight's performance hadn't grabbed or held his attention as some other groups did, and other concerts did. It would certainly explain the confusion over things already coming to an end, and him unsure how the time had all flown by so quickly.
""Was it...I mean it sounds normal to say your enjoying someones company and how time can go quickly...." He spoke somewhat confused, maybe even naively, as he looked at the other and noted the flush to the others cheeks. Was he missing something? Some underlying meaning to those words or some possible second meaning?
"Ummm...whatever you did, or didn't do, or whatever - it's ok...apology accepted." How odd.
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 1:22 am
"Yeah, I definitely understand! Phone talking is awkward sometimes. It's much easier to plan something in writing anyway." He knew that from experience.. Perhaps he should even take his phone number off of the card, they were free after all. Sometimes the ads from Pandora worked.
"Oh, well then. Never mind never mind! Your forgiveness is much appreciated!" Maybe what he said hadn't quite registered with the boy. All was well atleast.. All that heavy, greasy food, and the sugary soda was quickly making him crash, and as shamed as he was to admit to himself, it was nearly time to go to bed. He supposed that no matter how adult he wanted to be, he still tired easily. That, and he honestly hated places with too many people. So impersonal and loud! Pulling his phone out of his pocket, his fingers tapped quiet quickly on it, smiling as the little message was sent to his driver. It was time to go home..
"Did you need a ride home or anything? My driver is waiting outside. Then again.. You probably drive, huh? A nice ol' grown kid like you!" He scooted right out of the booth, stretching and letting his back pop in a few places. Either way, if he didn't leave soon, he might just pass out before he got home!
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 12:38 pm
"Y-yeah...plus phones cut in and out and you can hear something wrong." They weren't always clear. And while he knew you could have misunderstandings by texting/typing things it was better than hearing things wrong like over the phone, and it was rather embarrassing to keep asking someone to repeat something or pretend you heard and answer wrong. Yeah, texting was better in his opinion; as was typing (such as aim or e-mail).
A ride home? That was an offer he never got, at least in these places. Back at school he would get such offers on occasion from a friends parent; though he often turned them down and walked home. He could drive the problem was he lacked his own car, he used his mothers, so he had as usual walked to where he wanted to be. He'd walked here and had been planning to walk home but a ride home was a nice offer. Toying with one of the piercings in his lip, his mind pondering the offer, he finally gave up the tinkering and answered. "I do...but I walked here. Umm...a ride would be nice actually.." Sliding out from the booth he stood and gave a stretch of his own.
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 12:53 pm
"Awesome. This way!" Turning on his heel, Isha headed right out of the club, weaving in and out of the masses of people that all seemed to be backing up the walk way. Every so often Isha would turn around, making sure the older boy could keep up, as well as tapping someone's shoulder, making sure that there was enough room to get through to the door. If there was anything Isha hated it was those people who just stood in the way! You do not have the right to just block an exit, it was a freaking fire hazard! In his opinion, the owners really needed to have someone enforce that, especially in a place as crowded as here.
He took in a nice, deep breath once he arrived outside, stretching again now that there was more room. Standing there in front of a rather extravagant car, most likely a Rolls Royce Wraith, was a rather sleepy looking man.
"Good evening, Isha! Ready to head back?" He asked, quickly moving to open the back door for him. As nice as a kid Isha was, there was no way the man would shirk off his duties. If Isha's parents had caught him being so causal, he'd probably get told off.
"Yup! It was okay. It could have gone better, but you know "concert for kids"." Instead of getting on on the side that the door was opened on, he started for the other side of the car, to the seat behind the driver's side. "This is my friend Ian! We're going to give him a ride home before we go on our way. Get on in, Ian!"
Isha, himself, quickly slide into his seat, closing the door behind him. Though he would have simply gotten in on the same side, but the divider between the seats would have him climbing all over the place!
"Oh, of course. Tell me, where do you live?" The driver seemed very kind, and could guess reasonably that the boy was probably feeling uncomfortable. After all, no one expects a kid to suddenly get into such an expensive looking car. Or have his own driver nontheless! Maybe one day Isha would just drive himself, but for now, he'd put that off. He could barely see with glasses on, driving was out of the question!
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 1:37 am
The walk through the people was insane, no surprise there, and up the stairs to the ground floor was an even more difficult and dangerous walk. The people going up the stairs, to leave, was like a living and breathing river of bodies that were all hot and moving - pulsing and pushing. It was bothersome and the main thing he disliked about going out to places like this.
When he got to the ground floor he was jostled and pushed and shoved till he broke the air as he was pushed out the front door and into the cooler night air. He almost wanted to smile and shout some prays for getting out of there; but he didn't as it was a pointless gesture. His gaze instead found Isha and settled from on him for a moment before landing on the car. Just who was this person? A driver and a car like that?
Hesitant, nervous, and looking as uncomfortable as he felt he made his approach to the driver and whispered his address. It was in a nice, quaint, part of the city with cobble stone roads and little cafe's and tiny places of business and such. It was a close knit area with narrow roads and dim street lights and little trees growing along the sidewalks - very nice and quite.
Finally he got into the car and seemed to try and hide in the seat, not wanting people to see him, as he looked to Isha. Why had the other not warned him? And what did the others parents do that he had a ride like this with a driver?
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 2:32 pm
Comfortably placed in the seat beside Ian, it took a moment for him to actually turn to face the other once more, though his smile faded when he realized just how uncomfortable the other seemed to be. Dammit, did he mess up again? Isha couldn't lie, this wouldn't be the first time that he might have embarrassed someone by not telling them just how well off his family was.
"I um.. Yeah, I figured something like this wasn't needed to be talked about. Friends aren't based off of money, atleast that's what I go for. I want people to like me for me." The whole situation seemed trite, overplayed in movies and books, the rich boy desiring friendship where his money did not matter at all. Such a feeling was a real one, and if real feelings were over done, then so be it.
Houses shifted shape so quickly that before even Isha realized it, they were in a part of the town he had never seen before. Warm and cozy, just like a fairytale, he thought to himself, his eyes glued to the scenery that passed by them, up until the car pulled up at the intended address.
"Well.. This is your stop, I suppose... It's been fun, Ian. I hope we can do it again sometime."
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Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 2:02 am
"Yeah....friendships aren't." And they weren't it was just a matter of his comfort levels with certain, or a lot, of things. There were a lot of things he wasn't comfortable with and attention like this was one of them; it was just his antisocial personality he supposed. But should he explain this to the other? Did he need to?
Biting his lip for a moment he made his mind, after some moments of silence. "It's not that...I just...I don't li-like attention and people staring - I don't do well with people." He never had and his stumbling and stuttering on some words might just be proof enough of his lack of social skills. Not that he was trying to prove a point, he wasn't, but hopefully the other would understand his reason for seeming so distressed/nervous.
The passing of buildings as they slowly turned into homes and narrow cobbled roads was mostly unnoticed by he dark haired teen. When they finally did arrive, and the other spoke, he came round enough to notice and nodded his head. "Maybe we can...umm than you for the ride." And he shifted in the seat so he could be closer to the door and opened it before stepping out. The house was a nice two floor stone house, pressed right against it's neighbor to the left and to the right, with a wooden door with wrought iron design covering it. A cut out in the top half of the door was filled in with glass so people could look in and out, if needed, but it was small. The car door was gently, almost silently, closed by him before he turned and headed up the stone steps to the door all the while fishing his key out of a pocket.
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Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 6:42 am
"Ah, right! Well, it's all fine! Fine Fine Fine! I mean, everyone is different, and it's not like I'm trying to make you uncomfortable. I'd like to say that.. Well, nevermind, it's not important! atleast you got home safely, right?" What more could Isha say? Time had run out for them, for this meeting, and it seemed pretty clear that the other hadn't enjoyed their time together as much as Isha had. Ah well, you couldn't please everyone
, right?
"Good Night, Ian." Once the door was closed behind him, there was only a smile offered to the retreating back, before Avior addressed his driver.
"Time to go home."
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