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Post by Oswald Hart on Sept 7, 2007 11:40:44 GMT -7
Oz had ended up driving Harmony over to the cofee shop. On the way there he had felt totally self concious because his oldies were playing, his car was a semi-beat up 65 Mustang, and he could feel her gaze on him. He, ofcourse, had to keep his eyes on the road. So, when they arrived he felt much better. Oz stepped out of the car, told Harmony to lock her door and he did his himself. Then he walked to the entrance for the famous cofee shop. Inside he could see people sitting at their little tables and enjoying their addictions. He waited for Harmony before pulling the door open for her. Then they waited in line.
Oswald glanced at her every so often. He, himself, was just getting black cofee, so he didn't need to look at the menu although he pretended he was. It was so weird, standing besides a cute girl in Starbucks, almost like a date...Oz had had a bad experience with dates so he felt extra nervous. He tried to convince himself that he didn't even know her, but this only made him more nervous.
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Post by Harmony Grant on Sept 8, 2007 22:12:29 GMT -7
"Oh!" Harmony excitedly looked at the menu, she jumped up and down and clapped her hands. Then she looked back at Oz took a hold of his arm, "What are you going to order? I'm so going to order a low-fat Caramel Mochitao!" She smiled happily.
Harmony liked Starbucks, she had never been here with a boy before...actally she hadn't been many places with a boy before. Her overprotective father would scare them off. Harmony didn't really think of this as a date...just a perfect place and time to ask someone to the dance...ie, a date.
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Post by Oswald Hart on Sept 10, 2007 19:56:08 GMT -7
Oz was startled by her exclemation when she had found the drink she desired. He wasn't used to people, especially peppy people. Peppy /female/ people, to be precise. Harmony seemed to be the opposite of him, friendly, loud, always excited. He looked down to see her grasping his arm, he looked up at her, lips parted and a look of surprise still on his face. When she asked about what he was going to order he closed his mouth and looked at the menu, though he didn't need to. He was still disoriented from her bubbly attitude and bright smile.
"Uh..." He began to think, what was he going to order? Something plain..what was it? Why can't I think??[/] He was begening to think she would find him a moron when it came to him. "Black!" He shouted, smiling at her, relieved he had remembered the drink.
"I-I mean black cofee, that is.." His voice lowered again and he looked shyly away from her.
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Post by Harmony Grant on Sept 12, 2007 23:11:15 GMT -7
Harmony hopped away from him, wide eyed and letting go of his arm when he yelled, 'black'. She was very confused and looked around a bit, tried to see what exactly he was talking about.
Black...black what? Then he quickly fixed his sentence and she understood, "oooh. Black, coffee." She stepped closer to him again and smiled slightly, "Well, that is...diferant, nobody else orders just black at Starbucks." She thought about it, "Of course that would make you totally unique! Wow, good job." She smile and nodded. She liked her drink because it tasted great and to herself it was unique but, Oz's choice would be unique to everyone who had ever been there...wow.
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Post by Oswald Hart on Sept 19, 2007 14:49:17 GMT -7
Her chortled nervously, eyes lowered as the lady at the counter eyed him unapreciatively. They stepped up in line and Oz realised it was their turn to order. After clearing his throat, which he remembered was a no-no according to Delilah who said it was bad for your voice, he told her their requests. Oz turned his back on the counter and leaned against it, finally having worked up enough nerve to look at Harmony again. He was so emberassed, he thought he might even blush, which he wasn't used to, and that would be too much!
Then he realised that she had been talking to him. He heard her congratulate him, on what, he didn't know. Oswald waited to see if she would say anything else, perhaps to clue him in on what he had done so marvelously, because, frankly, he had no idea! After a brief pause he nodded and looked away again, feeling stupid for being so out of practice when listening to someone who wasn't an adult.
"T-Thank you." He murmered, trying to act as if he had heard.
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Post by Harmony Grant on Sept 21, 2007 18:02:39 GMT -7
Harmony grinned and paused for a brief moment. She didn't even notice that he hadn't been listening. She continued on taking, "So how do you like the school so far?"
She had decided to wait until they get their drinks to ask Oz about the dance. Harmony was still trying to work her self up to asking him. She was a bit nervous even though they had just met...of course, that's why it was awkward, because they had just met. Why was she asking a guy she had just met? Well...she liked him, plain and simple.
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Post by Oswald Hart on Oct 6, 2007 2:50:35 GMT -7
Oz had been biting his lip, a look of deep thought on his face. He was feeling totally idiotic for not listening and, thus, being unable to reply properly. Why was it that when he was talking to her he became tongue tied and all of his eloquence dissapeared? Then again, he was like this to everyone, unable to speak when they talked to him. It drove him crazy, they must think he was the most boring individual alive. Yet, here he was, ordering cofee and chatting with a young lady he hadn't even met before...Delilah would be so proud. His lips curled upwards at the thought of his lighthearted cousin.
When he heard her begin her question he looked up, determined to focus on her. He was such a daydreamer, which had actually gotten him in trouble alot. He had to teach himself not to live in his fantasy world so much, but when someone only had books and their imagenings, what else is there to do?
"It's fine." He replied simply. There really was nothing else to say. School was fine, not good or bad. Just fine, it was just like his old school. Everyone treated him the same and he focused on his studies just the same, sticking to himself. Which was why he was feeling so out of place here, he supposed.
"How's cheerleading?" Oz questioned, trying his best to have a conversation; filling in the empty spaces that awkwardly leaked in.
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Post by Harmony Grant on Oct 9, 2007 23:28:48 GMT -7
Their drinks arrived and Harmony took hers. She headed for a table and expected Oz to follow. When he asked about cheerleader she instantly went into girl talk mode, which would prove to be interesting...
"Oh my gosh! So cheer is going ok but the other day Frenchie wanted to do the splits in the almost finally but Cordy was like "no, that wouldn't work." which I kinda agreed with, It would look better at the end. Of course, Cordy didn't really want it in there at all, so we nixed it, but it still worked out pretty well. It looked nice and polished which is what we needed for the game. Although Frenchie is really good at the splits...maybe Cordy should have let her do it at the end, of course that would have drawn attention away from Cordelia, who's the head cheerleader, so that would have been not good." She stopped and realized what she was doing.
Harmony covered her mouth, "I'm sorry, I'm doing it again." She shook her head, "You should really stop me if I start to do that again...sometimes I just," how did her father put it? "ramble."
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Post by Oswald Hart on Oct 11, 2007 11:09:22 GMT -7
Oz took his warm cofee, paid for both of theirs and followed her to a small table. The whole enviroment was wonderous in a Starbucks, so warm and inviting. Most of it was from the cofee smell and relaxed atmosphere...
Suddenly Harmony launched into girl-talk. It seemed as if his concentration would be put on trial. Oz tried to listen his very best. He pulled her chair out for her and she sat, totally into her gibberish and focusing on nothing else. The boy sat across from her, warming his hands on his cofee and staring at her mouth, a look of deep concentration on his long face. When she suddenly covered her mouth he jumped, the momentary silence alien.
"It's okay.." Oz let the smallest hint of a smile turn his lips. He actually realised that if she wasn't talking then he would be expected to. He went on more ardently, "Really."
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Post by Harmony Grant on Oct 13, 2007 12:10:42 GMT -7
((lol, I can so picture this...her going on and on, while he pulls out the chair for her and she sits down without missing a beat!))
"You really don't mind?" this was odd, this was the first guy she had met who didn't mind her rambling! He father didn't care for it, her grandpa despised it and all the jocks at East High were afraid of it.
She smiled and moved on, "Honestly, I ramble way too much. It happens more when I'm nervous," Why did she say that?! "NOT that I'm nervous now. It's just sometimes it happens when I'm nervous, the reason it's happening now is probably because I'm a girl and girls talk a lot, well, not all girls talk a lot, there are some like that one girl who writes music who doesn't talk that much at all. And...ok, no more, no more rambling." She shook her head and then took a sip of her coffee drink.
She wanted to let him talk now so she asked him a question, "Have you heard about the dance coming up?"
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Post by Oswald Hart on Oct 17, 2007 12:13:48 GMT -7
(LOL, yeah.)
Oz shook his head. He didn't really mind. It was deffinetly a change for him, and maybe that's what he needed, a change.
Harmony then began rambling about rambling and Oz couldn't help but smirk at her. She certainly was cute... And apparently nervous. Why, he didn't know. Oz had never made anyone nervous, understandably he wasn't that intimidating. Oz watched her sip her coffee and unknowingly mirrored her by doing the same.
She asked her question and a true look of surprise appeared on his face. The dance? Where had this come from? He began to feel nervous now. Oz set his coffee down, eyes remaining on it and answered, simply. "Yes." When he figured it was safe to do so he looked up, intrigued; why had she asked this question?
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Post by Harmony Grant on Oct 22, 2007 9:13:41 GMT -7
"Oh..." Harmony paused, not quite sure where she was suppose to go from there. She knew what she wanted to do but, for some reason it was really hard. She had seen it being done before and other guys had asked her to other dances. It looked quite simple... She sighed and finally decided to get it over with. The worst thing he could do is say no.
"So, have you been asked yet? Because...I was wondering, if you hadn't...that maybe, you could, go with me." There, she said it. The cat was out of the bag. ((too much P&P -_-'))
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Post by Oswald Hart on Oct 22, 2007 18:33:33 GMT -7
(lol, never!)
Oz watched her, expecting her to start rambling. When she didn't he began to feel oddly uncomfertable. How odd; he had been so used to the quiet but now it felt awkward. Oswald lifted his coffee whilst thinking of someway to reply to her, he was pretty sure that anything would set her off, he just had to think of the topic. Then she began talking again, just as he was sipping at his coffee. He felt himself relax, not noticing her surprising emberassment.
Suddenly he was gagging on warm, burning coffee. The cup dropped from his hand when he began coughing and fell on his vacant hand, suddenly making him feel afire. He made a noise of pain and surprise while coughing and leapt to his feet, his chair a fallen victem besides him. All the while he kept thinking, 'She's asking me?', well, most of the time...y'know, when he wasn't burning himself, that is.
"What?" He gasped, his voice hoarse in between coughs. He continuoly(SP?) shook his burnt hand, momentarily shocked into not noticing the stares he was recieving or how quiet it had become...or the menacing glare of death from the lady at the counter.
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Post by Harmony Grant on Oct 23, 2007 23:33:59 GMT -7
Harmony gasped and sprang up, "Oh my gosh,oh my gosh,oh my gosh!" She acted quickly and grabbed someone else's water from the table next to them. Apparently Starbucks had water, Harmony never knew this until this very moment. She flung it onto Oz's brunt hand, getting the hand and Oz wet. She hoped she had helped. Harmony stood there with her mouth open staring him. "Um, are you ok?" She didn't really know what that meant as a responds to her invitation. Was he excited? She wasn't really sure what to make of it.
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Post by Oswald Hart on Oct 24, 2007 14:54:32 GMT -7
He hoped she wouldn't be upset for his reaction or take it wrong. He had just been so surprised. He had never been asked out before. It was weird. Nice weird, though.
SPLASH!!!
Oz froze, only moving enough to blink the water from his eyes. What had gone wrong here? He was pretty sure this wasn't how most people accepted other peoples invites to dances. Before he could respond and tell her that he was fine the lady from behind the counter approached, she looked very displeased.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She said, snapping and pointing at their mess. Two goons, or employees, were soon taking care of it.
Oz stared at her for a moment then, without saying anything he grabbed his stuff and went to the door where he held the door open for Harmony.
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