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Post by Winifred Clark on Jan 4, 2010 22:27:32 GMT -7
"Why" Fred blinked, that wasn't the response she was expecting. Yes or no is what she expected, not why. Well, why? That was a valid question. She couldn't tell him the real reason, which was simply, 'for a story.' So what could she say?
She shook her head slightly and smiled lightly, "Why not?" This was the first thing that came to her mind. She continued on because why not wasn't a complete answer in her mind. "I've never been to a dance before and," she paused, "I feel like I can trust you, to take me."
This was truthful on her part. She had never been to a dance, she didn't know how to dance and she didn't really see a point in going. Winifred was focused on her goal of being a headlining reporter. The second part was also true. Fred felt like she could trust him. He didn't seem like a sleezy guy who wanted to take advantage of her. As a reporter you had to be able to read people. He just seemed like a laid back loner type. He was still a guy which by nature meant some things he couldn't help but he definitely wasn't a creeper. She could just tell he wouldn't do that to her.
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Post by Cayden Driscoll on Jan 5, 2010 17:01:12 GMT -7
Cayden saw that he had startled her with his response, she had probably been expecting a more black and white answer, as she seemed to be the blunt type. So, he knew he could expect a forthright answer and was looking forward to it like a kid anticipated dessert. 'This should be good.' He thought, expecting something like, 'I'm a girl, you're a man, we dance." Instead he got a question and he frowned, wondering if he was expected to tell her exactly 'why not'. 'Well, you could have an ulterior motive and I don't wanna be used, kay, thanks' He thought of saying, but even in his head it sounded majorly harsh and way jaded. Cayden could deffinetly be a stick in the mud but he didn't want to be mean to her. He had been raised right and all that jazz.
Just as he started to calculate what he could say that would be both polite and honest she continued and his frown deepened. He could have guessed that she had never been to a dance, but she had just met him and she already trusted him? That resulted in a storm of strange feelings whirling around in him. Cayden felt that she was being crazy to suggest something like that and he didn't like dealing with crazies. But the most pronounced feeling, and the one that was the most baffling, was how he wanted to protect her. Her answer gave her an air of naiivete, inocence, and called on his protective side. She trusted him, after all, how could he let her down? Besides which, he wanted to go anyway and this would be a great excuse, "Oh, yeah, I wasn't going to go at all,' he could say. 'but she said she wouldn't go without me.' The cherry on top was that she was hot.
"Well, when you put it like that..." Cayden muttered a la 'cool guy', and shrugged for added affect. The image was spoiled by a smile that he couldn't resist giving.
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Post by Winifred Clark on Jan 7, 2010 13:33:12 GMT -7
Fred's smile widen at his sudden appearance of one. That was a yes! It was an odd way of saying it but it was! It was difficult but he had finally agreed. She felt the way she did after she had just completed a English final and got an A. It felt like a major victory had been won. It had been like asking Mr. Darcy to a dance which Mr. Darcy probably would have been just as difficult.
"Great!" She said, "So, um," she took the purse from her arm and opened it, she searched briefly before finding her phone. Everything had it's place in her purse so finding things wasn't too challenging. "you can put your number in here." She handed over her blue blackberry storm. It had a background photo of Van Gogh's Starry Night which was one of the preloaded backgrounds that came with the phone. She had some photos of course on her phone, but none she wanted to use as a background. "I can put my number in your's if you like." she assumed he would so he could contact her as well.
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Post by Cayden Driscoll on Jan 10, 2010 23:09:03 GMT -7
Cayden realized he was smiling when he saw her grin and he tried to mask his but failed every attempt. Not only that but he gave her a toothy grin back, finding her happiness contagious. At first her blatant joy of his accepting seemed out of place, why would she be so happy to be going with him? Then he understood, it was because she didn't do these things. Winnifred was the type who made friends out of books, to be going to a dance with someone, well, he should be downright proud of her. Maybe he had misread her after all.
He watched her, wondering what came next, he'd never done this sort of thing, what happened after the inital yes or no? A moment of awkward silence passed and then Fred was back to dotting her Is and crossing her Ts. "Oh...um, okay." Cayden muttered, taking her phone, this felt strange. Shouldn't he be the one to get her number? He managed her fancy phone with care, taking his time to figure out how it worked. He didn't have anything this nice, his was a simple motorola flip phone, which he was a little emberassed to give her after handling her expensive Blackberry. "That's a cool photo, did you paint that?" He inquired after her background, handing her back her phone and pulling his own from his pocket to also give to her. His own background was your typical beach photo that came with his phone. The beach was his absolute favorite place, he hoped it wouldn't seem girly to her of him to have.
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Post by Winifred Clark on Jan 13, 2010 19:07:54 GMT -7
"Hm?" Fred looked up at Cayden who inquired about her phone background. "Oh," she realized his question. He didn't know famous painters. This didn't catch her off guard, she didn't expect any guy at East High to know who Monet or Van Gogh were. "I wish." she joked, Fred then continued to explain, "It's called 'Starry Night' by Van Gogh. He was an artist from the 1800's." She smiled and paused, "It's my favorite painting of his."
She still held his phone which in the coarse of her talking she had flipped open. Fred looked down at the phone in her hand, admiring the beach background, "I like your background too." She quickly entered her number into the flip phone. The beach reminded her of where she and her mom used to live. They had lived in San Fransisco, CA before they moved to New Mexico. She flipped it close and handed back to him. Winifred saw the time, she had a class she had to get to before typing out an article for the school website on the wonderful pies that were now available in the cafeteria, not the best story but, at least it was something! "So, I've got a class, but I'll see you around. Text me or call, whenever!" she put her phone back into her purse. "Bye!" Fred turned and walked back down the hallway heading to her history class.
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