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 Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 11:07 pm
She kept good eye contact and listened to each word Ford spoke, she nodded her head “Yea oranges can smell kind of funky sometimes" she wouldn't go into detail how well she could smell. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of Ford. She even started to think thoughts she didn't know she could think. 'Noooo , Noooo ....yes ....NOOOOO....... I wonder what his? ....NOOOOOOO' she said in her head. She needed to start talking before her thoughts became daydreams.
"Well , I was thinking you got me Pina-Cocolatio because of my lip balm remember" she smiled rather coy. She got her bag out and reached for her gloss. She unscrewed the cap , she took a wiff. It really did smell nice.
She looked at him once more " Here smell , she leaned over and moved half her body across the table. She was no really close to him. Her long pony tail fell onto Ford's shoulder; she moved the lip gloss under his nose so he could get a slight wiff. "Seeee" she moved half back , her pony tail slowly moved off of him.
"I love this drink , its one of my favs" she stated. With her elbows still on the table and her head resting on her fingers, she waited for what he would say next. Each word spoken , she would hang on to.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 6:24 pm
Ford had been about to say that her drink had pineapple as well, and that was why he had ordered it, when he felt the heavy weight of her hair against his shoulder. She was so close!
He took a sniff of her lip gloss as instructed, thinking for a moment that it smelled better on her, but embarrassed to say so. Instead he blushed, as usual. "It smells really nice."
Ford sighed as she moved away from him and sat back. "Good," he said, smiling. He was glad he had gotten her a drink she appeared to enjoy. He was almost done with his ice, and he supposed that meant their time together was almost at an end as well. Once he was finished, he didn't think he'd have a reason to stay in the mall. Sander might not have been a particularly demanding father, but the man could make Ford's life hell when he didn't get what he wanted. "I should probably go," he said with a slight frown.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 7:03 pm
Marcy smiled not knowing what to do now , soo she did what only a glut child could and slurped the drink down , faster than you could say Mississippi. The red head did what only she could do, and make it look normal and not vulgar. "Well I can't be a rude date , I'm going to walk you to your..." she waited for him to say bus stop. "Tooo the bus stop it is" she waved and thanked the people at the ‘Orange Julius’. The two didn't say much , just held hands , Marcy couldn't of been happier walking with him.
Once at the bus stop , she felt a horrible feeling and a knot in her throat. "Well we are at your final destination" she looked down at the ground and looked kind of pouty. If Ford wanted to make a move he was going to have to make it in the next minute and a half.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 7:43 pm
He had been avoiding 'making a move' all afternoon, feeling a bit apprehensive about kissing someone he had only really just met a few hours ago. True, they had played together as children, and he had really liked her then as well, but it all seemed... well... a little forward. But then, Marcy had been forward all day! He grinned.
"Marcy," Ford said, giving her the smallest of pecks when she turned to look at him. He intentionally missed her mouth by about an inch out of respect. His bus was at the corner now, inching forward and threatening to cut their goodbyes short. "I'll see you soon?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 8:41 pm
The red head felt his lips on her cheek and her eyes softened "Yea , I will see you soon" she watched the bus pull in. She quickly wrote down her number on peace of paper "Call me ok" and handed it to him , she waved as he got on the bus. A tear went down her face. She wiped it away and called her brothers , they met up at the same place Marcy parted from.
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