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Post by Hayley Steele on Apr 23, 2008 20:56:12 GMT -5
She covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. "Stop that!" He was just too cute when he did that. She leaned forward, kissing him softly. "I guess you are more amazing than me." She smiled at him. "So, weren't we going get coffee?" She grabbed his hand again, intertwining their fingers.
"If wore a skirt, you could be." She smiled at him. She would get him in a skirt one day. "You know how easy it would be to get you in a skirt?" She rolled her eyes at him. "Okay. I won't ask you any more questions ever, and I won't answer any." She pretended to glare at him, laughing slightly.
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Post by Will Maddox on Apr 25, 2008 20:16:47 GMT -5
Hearing her laugh, he couldn’t hold up the face as he burst out laughing. Feeling her kiss him softly, he kissed her back just as gently before pulling back. Smiling, he said, “maybe we could be equals.” He gave her a small smile. Feeling her intertwine their fingers, he listened to her, nodding. “Yes we are. But I got distracted by a certain someone laughing.”
He rolled his eyes. “I don’t think Ecuadorians look to vote for a president that wears skirts, really.” Hearing her, he pretended to think. “Near impossible.” He gave her a sad look as she said she wouldn’t ask any more questions. “Aw. But then that’s not fair. You asked me like four million questions, and if I ask you the first one for today you won’t answer it?”
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Post by Hayley Steele on Apr 25, 2008 20:56:28 GMT -5
She raised one eyebrow at him. "Maybe? Only maybe?" She pretended to pout, looking down at the ground slightly "And I really really wanted to be as cool as you." She rolled her eyes at him. "It's all your fault, you know." She paused, looking up at him. "If you weren't so funny, I wouldn't laugh, and then we wouldn't get distracted from getting coffee."
"I'd vote for a president who wore a skirt." She paused, thinking. "I think it'd be really funny." She shook her head at him. "Easy peasy." She rolled her eyes at him, hearing him say she had asked him like four million questions. "Well... I guess you could ask me a few."
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Post by Will Maddox on Apr 27, 2008 14:42:54 GMT -5
Hearing her, he couldn’t help but think how adorable it was when she pouted. Hearing her, he bit his upper lip, hiding a laugh. “Well, it’s not horribly difficult to be as cool as me.” He pretended to be insulted as she blamed him. “It’s not my fault my personality distracts you from purchasing coffee from Earth’s Heaven.”
He rolled his eyes. “One vote won’t exactly help me win an election, though.” But he laughed. But he couldn’t think of anything to say back to her. Hearing her say he could ask him a few, he thought. He did want to get to know her. He put his fingers to his chin, striking a ‘thinking’ pose. “Now, what is your favorite color in the world?”
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Post by Hayley Steele on Apr 27, 2008 14:51:01 GMT -5
"Apparently it is, cause I can never seem to be as cool as you." She nodded at him. "It is your fault. Cause you don't have to be funny. You just choose to." She paused. "And I think I prefer getting coffee over your oh-so-wonderful personality." She smirked at him.
"You would have the entire female population, plus the gays, and bisexual men. I think you'd have the election in the bag." She smiled up at him, laughing slightly. She thought for a few seconds before answering, "Blue." She nodded slightly. "Yeah, blue's pretty."
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Post by Will Maddox on Apr 27, 2008 14:57:34 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes. “Maybe you need to try harder. Not a matter of me being too cool, it’s you not trying hard enough.” But he grinned at her all the same. “Not my fault it just comes so naturally to me.” Hearing her say she preferred coffee over personality, he clutched his heart, pretending to be hurt. “I’ve been turned down for coffee. How rude.”
Hearing her list off who’s vote he’d have gotten, he laughed. “True, true. But what if they don’t vote? Then it wouldn’t matter if they appreciated me.” But he grinned all the same. Hearing her say blue, he nodded, smiling. “Blue’s a pretty damn sexy color.”
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Post by Hayley Steele on Apr 27, 2008 15:04:20 GMT -5
"But maybe your just trying to hard. Ever thought of that?" She smiled at him, laughing softly. She nodded at him. "At least coffee doesn't make me die of laughter, and coffee doesn't make me jealous of their good looks." She smiled at him, laughing.
"Yeah, but that's like.. three-fourths of the population, so even if half of them don't vote, you'd still win." She nodded. "I like blue. It makes me happy." She smiled up at him. "What's your favorite color?"
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Post by Will Maddox on Apr 27, 2008 15:17:20 GMT -5
He pretended to think. “But I’m not forcing myself to try hard. So it’s not my fault.” Hearing her talk, he raised an eyebrow. “Are you kidding me? Coffee has insanely awesome looks. You should be jealous. I know I am.” He smirked at her, holding back laughter.
He listened to her, rolling her eyes. ‘You are stubborn, aren’t you?” Hearing her question, he thought about it. “There’s a lot. Red, green, blue, black, white..” He tried to think of a simple term. “basically I like the rainbow. Does that make sense?” He knew it didn’t, but he had to try.
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Post by Hayley Steele on Apr 27, 2008 15:30:46 GMT -5
She shook her head. "It's your fault. I don't care what you say. It'll always be your fault." She rolled her eyes at him. "Course they do. But they don't rub it in people's faces. Duh." She smiled at him, trying not to laugh.
"I sure am. Because I'm going to get you in a skirt one day, and I'm never giving up." She nodded. "Rainbows are pretty. They're fun to paint."
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Post by Will Maddox on Apr 27, 2008 15:35:01 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes. “That’s not fair. So when the world dies of global warming, will you point at me and blame me for it, saying it’s my fault?” He gave her a challenging look. Hearing her, he shrugged. “Well, some people have egos. Not my fault coffee doesn’t have the guts to brag about itself. That’s why other people brag about coffee.” He was desperately trying not to laugh, even though small chuckles were leaning him.
He rolled his eyes. “Good luck. I won’t let you.” Hearing her talk, he couldn’t help but grin. “Well, there are things prettier than rainbows in this world.” But he didn’t elaborate; he wanted her to think for a bit.
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Post by Hayley Steele on Apr 27, 2008 15:47:16 GMT -5
She nodded. "Of course. Every things your fault; telitubbies being scary, clowns being scary and taking over the world, and killing everyone, and making us forget about coffee, and global warming." She rolled her eyes at him. "Maybe some people shouldn't egos. Then maybe the coffee would have the guts to brag about itself." She was trying really hard not to laugh, but it wasn't working so well.
"Yes you will. I have my ways." She smirked at him slightly, trying not to laugh. She tilted her head slightly. "Butterflies?" She really had no idea what he was talking about. She usually never did when he said stuff like that.
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Post by Will Maddox on Apr 27, 2008 16:24:26 GMT -5
He listened to her ramble on about everything being his fault, and all he could do was roll his eyes at her. “Why don’t you blame the people that actually do things to mess up our world instead of the innocent ones that never realize that they are screwing up the world, huh?” He raised an eyebrow at her, trying not to laugh.
He rolled his eyes. “Once again, good luck with that.” He watched her before rolling his eyes as he heard her answer. “I was thinking of...some other things, but sure, we’ll say butterflies.” She could be a bit clueless, but he thought it was pretty hilarious.
OoC ;; =’[ Ick.
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Post by Hayley Steele on Apr 27, 2008 16:31:35 GMT -5
"And that would be you." She tried not laugh as she continued. "Every thing is your fault, and you realize it, you just won't admit it." She laughed slightly, trying not to bust out laughing.
She shook her head. "I don't need luck. I have my owns ways, that you'll never be able to resist." She furrowed her brows in confusion. "What were you thinking of then?" She was completely clueless; as usual. She kept thinking about it, biting her bottom lip softly.
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Post by Will Maddox on Apr 27, 2008 16:50:48 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes at her. “So if some person was surfing off the coat of Australia and died in the waves, the news would blame poor innocent Will Maddox in America?” He gave her a look, trying his hardest to hold back laughter. Not exactly that easy.
Hearing her say she didn’t need luck, he rolled his eyes. “[bUh…yeah, you would need luck.
[/b]” He gave her a smirk. Hearing her, he bit his lip, shrugging. He was enjoying teasing her. “ It was nothing, it was nothing. Obviously it’s not important enough if you don’t even know what I’m talking about.” [/center][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Hayley Steele on Apr 27, 2008 17:03:40 GMT -5
She nodded at him. "Yup. I'd call them and be like 'Blame Will. He's the answer to everything.' And they'd be like oh okay. and blame you for every thing that ever went wrong."
She shook her head at him. "I won't need luck. I have my ways, and like I said before, you wouldn't be able to resist them." She smirked at him, laughing softly. She pouted, shoving his shoulder. "You know it's important. Now tell me." She made a puppy dog face at him. "Pleaaaaasee?"
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