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 Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 10:36 pm
Damian needed a new pair of jeans, badly. The pair he was wearing, the pair he was always wearing, were so torn up it wasn’t even funny. They were even starting to get a hole in the crotch, now he wasn’t modest in the least, but sometimes…well sometimes he didn’t do his laundry and when he didn’t do his laundry he didn’t have any clean boxers and, well you can do the math. So, he was at the mall trying to figure out where to buy a new pair of jeans. His step-mom had bought the last pair but she was too busy doing Pilates to come with him to the mall. So, he was stuck there on his own with a hundred and twenty bucks and no clue where to start shopping.
”I need a girl for this,” The word’s were grumbled to himself as he stood in the busy mall, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. Pockets that you can see the lining of through the holes in the jeans. He really needed a new pair. The red head glanced about trying to spot anyone who looked friendly enough to help him and not call security on him for stopping him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 11:12 pm
Karmi had been starving for social attention. Lately she had become something of a hermit staying indoors, keeping her leisure runs strictly to and from school. Not today. Today she made herself get up and go to the mall. Seemingly a good idea. Teenager + Mall = Fun. Right? "It seems it's more fun if you're actually with friends." She said under her breath bitterly as she made her way from the entrance to one of the many gaudy fountains.
Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea, but she wanted to be different. To get her own enthusiasm up for once. But old loneliness kept her from leaving the usual over-crowded mall. Surely there had to be someone or some group from school around. Where else did they have to go? Sighing she kept sights on the fountain. I wonder if I should check the food court or arcade first... She thought, slipping out from the real world and zoning into another.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 11:28 pm
Damian sighed, scuffing his foot against the floor. This was useless, it was like everyone in the mall was in a grou- oh, wait. There, by the fountain was a pink haired girl sitting alone. She looked sort've sad which made him hesitate. He didn't want to approach her if her boyfriend just dumped her or something, but then he looked down at his very holey jeans and reconsidered. If her boyfriend dumped her then she'd totally want some company, and maybe he could cheer her up. It was worth a try at least.
He turned walking over to the fountain, stopping next to her. "Hey there, what's a pretty girl like you doing in a crowded place like this all on your own?" He smiled down at her, gray eyes friendly. Usually he'd start with some cheesy pick up line, but she looked sad and pick up lines weren't for sad girls.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 11:55 pm
A voice stirred her from her zoning and turned to the source. "Hm?" The sound escaped her lips as she glanced towards the bright gray eyes staring down at her. "Oh!" She said, somewhat surprised at how silent and fast he had been when approaching her. Like a ninja. She thought. Probably the first happy thought she'd had in a while; it made her smile.
The "pretty girl" part of the sentence had her confused. Was she getting a compliment? "Just trying to have a good time..." she said, then blinked, "It's that obvious I'm alone?" Her lips went back to pouting as she stood, sliding the chair away from her. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want company though. Looking at his face her memory returned. "Haven't I seen you at school?" Or more to the point, hadn't she seen him talking to girls at school? The name escaped her though, and she very well didn't want to call him "that boy who likes talking to girls", so she went on with basic formalities. "What was your name?" Tapping her chin she began to think.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 11:47 am
Damian grinned at her surprise, he was a pretty sneaky cat sometimes. He always got a little bit of joy out of making a girl smile, even if it was because he snuck up on her. Taking a hand out of his pocket he raked it through his hair, pushing it out of his face, the ends tended to tickle his eyes.
He was about to open his mouth and let her know he was a real good time, but then she kept talking. He shrugged a bit. "Well, you're sitting by a fountain all by yourself, and you're not checking your phone for messages or anything. I just guessed," He smiled, shifting his weight to his right side. Catching her question he looked thoughtful for a moment. "Probably, I'm a pretty friendly guy." His smile widened, and his eyes gained a playful spark. "I'm Damian Cole, I don't think I've met you though, I would remember your beautiful hair." His suave moves were ruined when he went to sit on the edge of the fountain and there was a loud riiiiiip and he jumped back up. "Damn it!" That hole in his crotch? It now reached back to his bum. Flashes of bright red boxers with little white hearts on them were visible. The red head stood there staring down at his ripped up jeans, scowling like it was their fault while he raked his fingers through his hair.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 3:02 am
Each new comment made Karmi's face flush with blood, brightening it with a rosy glow. Was he for real? She wasn't sure. Taking his name to memory she nodded to him. "I'm Karmi." she said, then opened her mouth to continue the reply but was stopped dead in the water by a loud Riiiip! Her first thought was to check herself, glancing with her eyes she went over her skirt and shirt. Upon inspection she looked back in the way of Damian. The rosy color in her face became more vibrant.
Was that what I think? She thought, casually glancing over him. Yes it was. By the way he stood she could tell, not to mention the obvious wear and tear of his jeans. Suave talker, not such a good laundry man it seems. Smiling a little she let a giggle slip, then choked it away. "Wardrobe malfunction?" she said with a smug grin slipping onto her face.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 11:35 am
After a moment of just staring at his jeans Damian realized that it wasn't helping very much. Catching her words he looked at her, a scowl still on his face. "Oh sure I bet you think this is hilarious." The sarcasm was clear in his voice, but then he looked back down at his jeans then at her and couldn't help but laugh, the scowl melting away. "Actually, if it hadn't happened to me I probably would laugh too." Shaking his head he reached down trying to close up the hole in his crotch with his hands, which just made him look like he was trying to touch himself. Things just kept getting better.
After a minute he gave up and looked over at Karmi. "I actually came over here to ask if you'd be willing to help me buy some jeans. I have the money and everything, I just have no idea where to start." He smiled sheepishly. "All these stores seem the same to me," Of course he recognized stores like Elizabeth's Secret, where women flocked, but other than that they could all be the same. "And I really need the help." He glanced down at his jeans again and shook his head. When he looked back to her it was with his best pair of puppy dog eyes. "Please."
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 3:14 pm
Poor boy, any of the guys from school see that and he's social toast... Karmi thought, shaking her head to rid herself of the giggles. She wasn't used to randomly meeting up with people, but it was what she had wanted from the beginning. And who could resist his puppy face? A more sincere smile took place of the smug one as she nodded to him. "I'd love to help." She turned, nodding towards the escalator. "There's a few places upstairs I know of."
She couldn't say "stores for men", but that's in fact what they were. Geared towards guys. In her mind she was hopeful they'd have a more durable pair for him. Ripping his pants was embarrassing enough but at least it had happened with only one person there rather than a large crowd. Doubt he needs that sort of reputation. She thought, then began walking slowly. Stopping suddenly, she turned. "Would you like me to walk in front of you so no one notices?" She hadn't thought about him walking upstairs and around to stores with such a visible rip.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 12:05 pm
Once his puppy dog eyes had worked their magic Damian grinned, hugging Karmi around the shoulders. "You are a lifesaver! Anything you need and it's yours." He winked at her, implying he really meant anything, but then he smiled making it seem like a joke...maybe.
Damian started to follow after her, not really thinking about the rip in his jeans, he wasn't exactly modest. When she stopped he blinked, and managed to barely stop in time from running into her. Hearing her suggestion he grinned, she was just full of ideas! He honestly didn't care if everyone saw his boxers, but he wasn't going to pass up the chance to get close to a girl. "Sure, good thing you thought of that, I would've just walked around with my boxers hanging out." He chuckled and moved behind her, close but not creeper close, waiting for her to lead the way.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 1:15 am
Had he been joking? Karmi was uncertain but laughed anyways, moving towards the large escalator to the top. "Well if you want to you could always just take the pants off, but I don't think security would like that." She said jokingly, an amused smile on her face. True that it wasn't often she had a charmer such as Damian around her, she had learned from helpful tips from watching the girls at school on how to combat such charisma. Jokes were only part of it.
She could feel him close to her as the made their way up the escalator and closer to the guy-friendly shops. Stepping forward she turned to him, keeping her vision to his eyes and not his pants. "Alright, which brands do you like?" The fact of the matter is that she knew plenty about guy's pants thanks to her younger brother and if he, also like her brother, was anything like a normal boy he'd reply something along the lines of, "Don't care." and then she could lead him anywhere with no fear of fuss from him. Though she was still expecting that answer, she wasn't quite sure if he was one of those normal guys. There's something about him. She thought, her green eyes flashing back to him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 7:28 pm
Damian laughed stepping on the escalator behind Karmi. "Yeah, cops don't like it much either." It seemed Damian had run into the law...without pants. There was definitely an interesting story there. The teen put his hands on the escalator rails, glancing around as it took them up stairs.
When she turned around he realized that they were nearly the same height since she was standing two steps above him. He arched a brow slightly at her question. What brands did he like? He wasn't even sure what brand jeans he was wearing now. He thought fast and then grinned, "What brand do you think looks best on a guy? I mean, you're the one who's going to have to look at them if we ever go out." He winked at her and then laughed, implying he was joking...maybe. It was always a bit hard to tell whether or not Damian was joking.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:10 pm
She laughed a little at the thought he may have had a pants-less run in with the law before. Logging the thought back to the depths of her mind she let a "Hm?" to his statement.
...Damn. They reached the top and she walked off, now having to look up at him. Undoubtedly the strange question had backfired, now leaving her pressed for an answer. A smile found it's way to her lips and slyly she replied, "Well, do you like chick pants? We'll have to go back downstairs for that." She paused. "The tighter the better, y'know?"
Giggling, she turned back around. "I doubt those would work right for you though. Maybe we should look for a kind that won't fall off or suffocate you." Leading him further she walked into a store. "We can start here." She said, fanning a hand out over the racks and racks of jeans in the distance. "Maybe we'll find something that looks almost as good as chick pants."
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 7:54 pm
As they stepped off the elevator he stuck close to her, hey she was his human shield after all. Looking down at her now he blinked at the word 'chick pants'. Yes, he'd heard of them, but they weren't exactly his thing. The tighter the better? He didn't wear briefs because he thought they constrained his boys too much, tight girl pants would just kill his baby making potential...on second thought maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. Still, no, the skinny jean look wasn't for him. He laughed, smiling down at her. "I've heard of them, but I warn you if you put me in those I'm just going to want to take them off. Unless that was your master plan all along." His smile turned into a grin.
He followed as she lead on, and reaching out he took her hand in his, his grip light enough that she could easily pull away if she decided. "Don't want to get lost in the crowd," At the moment the crowd consisted of maybe ten people milling about in their general vicinity. He gave her an innocent look before getting back on subject. "Not falling off and not suffocating sound like a good start." The red head chuckled following her into the store, not even bothering to check the name of it, he really didn't care all that much honestly.
Looking around at the myriad of jeans, in all kinds of styles and colours his eyes widened. "We have to go through all of these?" He didn't know how girls did it, he just wanted a simple pair of jeans. Was it really this hard?
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