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Post by Will Maddox on Apr 29, 2008 20:40:37 GMT -5
Seeing her smile, he gave her one back before hearing her. “How do you know? You know, we need to do a poll. How many people can laugh while telling someone they hate them.” Hearing her, he laughed, shrugging. “Hm…then maybe your judgment system is screwed up.” He grinned mockingly at her. “Yeah, they’d believe a guy who can be close to six feet tall that a girl probably half his height is attacking me.” He rolled his eyes.
Hearing her, he grinned. “It’d be even more better if you said you wouldn’t leave at all.” Feeling her lift her head, he looked down at her smiling. It was then he noticed she hadn’t unraveled her arms from around him.
He could see a blush over her face, and he grinned. He couldn’t help but think it was cute. But he felt his smile falter a bit as her hands dropped to her lap, seeing her suddenly ‘interested’ in her hands. Raising an eyebrow, he pulled his arms back slowly, his one hand rubbing the back of his neck, the other on his lap. He didn’t know what to say; all of a sudden it had gone from great to awkward in a matter of seconds. That was something he wasn’t used to.
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Post by Hayley Steele on Apr 29, 2008 20:54:35 GMT -5
"I think we should. I bet that most people can't laugh while telling someone they hate them." She raised one eyebrow at him. "You're not psycho.. are you?" She rolled her eyes at him. "I doubt you'd be having sex with a 3 foot year old girl. I think the shortest would be about 5 feet. I can't see you with a 3 foot girl. And if you were screaming murder I'm pretty sure they'd come and rescue you from crazy psycho lady."
Hearing what he said, she smiled at him, biting her lip softly. "I won't leave until you say you don't want me here."
She looked up at him when he pulled his arms from around her, a slight frown on her face. "I'm sorry about... that." She really had no idea what to think now. She looked down from his eyes for a few seconds, then bringing her eyes back up to meet his. Things had just went from wonderfully perfect to not so wonderfully awkward in just a matter of seconds. She could still feel a blush on her cheeks, probably one of the worst blushes she had ever had.
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Post by Will Maddox on Apr 30, 2008 15:18:29 GMT -5
“I can!” He held his fist up in the air like he was proud, but he ruined it by laughing. “No, I am not, thank you very much.” He listened to her. “okay, so maybe not exactly half my height, but you know what I am. But even if she wasn’t that tall, they’d probably tell me to handle it myself.” He looked at her. “They’d think ‘a strong, handsome guy like him getting beaten up by a girl? Ah, he can handle it’ and walk off.”
He listened to her, and he grinned. “I’d enjoy the company.”
He caught that frown on her face, and he bit the inside of his cheek, looking at her. Hearing her apologize, he shrugged. “Don’t be sorry.” He gave her a soft smile. My my, that’s another first. How odd. He watched her look down before looking back up at her, and he couldn’t help but lean forward, kissing her gently before pulling back, a small smile on his face.
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Post by Hayley Steele on Apr 30, 2008 15:28:01 GMT -5
She shook her head at him, laughing slightly. She smiled at him "Well, I'm glad your not psycho." She shook her head. "I think the police will come to your rescue considering you aren't a handsome big strong manly man."
She smiled up at him, blushing slightly. "I'm glad you'd enjoy my company." She paused, her smile faltering a little bit. "You won't leave me.. will you?"
Everything that had just happened pretty much felt like a blur to her. She heard him say not to be sorry, and she smiled at him. And then she saw him smile at her, and the image stuck in her mind. The few times he smiled, she loved it. He pretty much had an amazing smile. Feeling his lips on hers for a split second, a smile spread across her lips. She picked up his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
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Post by Will Maddox on Apr 30, 2008 19:13:09 GMT -5
He grinned at her. “That’s good, or else I’d be in the whacky shack.” Hearing her comment, he pretended to be hurt. “Ouch. Now you have scarred my soul for the rest of eternity.” He tried to continue that hurt look on his face, but it was hard.
He gave her a grin as she talked. “Why wouldn’t I enjoy your company, huh?” He saw her smile falter, and he tilted his head. “Now, why would I leave a fun person like you?”
Pulling back, he gave her a warm smile. He was smiling too much to be natural lately. He didn’t know why; there was something about this girl that did it to him. Probably because he might have actually cared about her. As more than a friend, and someone he wanted to spend a good deal of time with. Feeling her pick up his hand, he let her intertwine their fingers before he felt her head on his shoulder. At first he was shocked, but he smiled, running his free hand over her hair. Words would only ruin that perfect moment right there.
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Post by Hayley Steele on Apr 30, 2008 19:24:31 GMT -5
She shook her head at him. "I wouldn't let the wacky shack take you. They'd have to take me with you. Who would I talk to about laughing during sex?" She paused, pretending to frown. "I'm so sorry! Pleeeeease don't hate me?" She was being totally over dramatic about it. Oh well. (:
She shrugged. "I mean, you could just be pretending." She hopedknew that he wasn't pretending." She shrugged again, this time bigger than normal. "I have no idea. But some people don't like me. I was just making sure you didn't hate me or anything." Once again, she knew he didn't hate her. XD
She felt him run his hand through her hair, and she looked up at him, smiling. She was pretty much over head over heels for this guy and it slightly scarred her. She really had no idea how to react to all of this; it was pretty much a completely new experience for her. She squeezed his hand lightly, smiling up at him.
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Post by Will Maddox on Apr 30, 2008 19:37:12 GMT -5
He listened to her, grinning. “That’s true. I’m the only one worthy enough to talk to about laughing during sex.” He couldn’t help but laugh as those words came out of his mouth. He listened to her, and he pretended to be thinking. He didn’t say anything; he merely leaned his head down, pointing as his cheek, telling her to kiss it. He’d have to tease her a bit.
He looked down at her. “Now, do I look like the kind of person that would pretend about something like that?” he grinned at her. Hearing her, he shook his head. “Haven’t known you long enough to hate, Princess.” But he smiled at her to let her know he was kidding.
Feeling her look up at him, he looked down at her, giving her a soft smile. It felt weird that they were even this far with things. He hadn’t even known her for half an hour, and here he was kissing a girl he’d just met. But he knew that there had to be a good reason; he liked her. He honestly thought he liked her. Not thought; knew he liked her. And it was weird. And it scared him a bit. More than a bit, but he still liked the way it felt.
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Post by Hayley Steele on Apr 30, 2008 21:49:24 GMT -5
He nodded. "Besides, who else would even want to?" Hearing him laugh made her laugh. his laugh was very contagious. She rolled her eyes as he pointed at his cheek. "Again? I guess. But only so you don't hate me." She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his cheek for a second or two, and then hips lips for about half a second. "Do you still hate me?"
She thought for a few seonds, pushing her lips to the side like she was thinking hard. She nodded slightly. "I think so." But she grinned at him to let him know she was joking. "Is there a chance you'll hate me once you know be better?" She raised her eyebrow, questioning him.
Seeing him smile, she couldn't help but let her smile grow. She pulled her knees up, resting them on his legs, scooting slightly closer to him. She really had no idea what to say and saying something might completely ruin the entire moment. She looked down for a few seconds, a blush spreading over her cheeks once again. She hadn't ever been like this with anyone, even her boyfriends, and he wasn't even her boyfriend. She bit her lip slightly, getting lost in thought. She did like him.. maybe more than she liked anyone; even Chase. But of course, it had been different with Chase. She brought her eyes back up to meet his, snapping herself out of her thoughts.
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Post by Will Maddox on May 2, 2008 15:33:58 GMT -5
He laughed. “That is very true.” He heard her laugh, and for some reason he laughed once more; laughing was contagious. Watching her roll her eyes, he smirked at her. Feeling her lips against his cheek, he smiled before feeling her lips against his for less than a second. Pulling back, he raised an eyebrow at her. “Now, why would I hate the person I am going to be out with Friday night?” He gave her a crooked grin, just wishing she understood what he meant.
He watched her think about hearing her. He rolled his eyes at her before hearing her question. He pretended to think about it. “Hm…probably not. If I like you right away, then I doubt I will hate you. Unless you piss me off, then it’s another story.” he gave her a grin though, to let her know she was kidding.
He watched her pull up her knees, feeling them resting on his legs, and he smiled at her as she moved closer to him slightly. He watched her look down, that blush on her face again, and he grinned. Reaching over, he placed his fingers under her chin and made her look up. “No hiding now. You blush, you must look up.” he gave her a smile, hoping to relax her.
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Post by Hayley Steele on May 2, 2008 15:44:32 GMT -5
Hearing what he said about Friday night, she couldn't help but smile. Her stomach felt like it was in ten thousand knots, but for once she didn't mind. She liked it actually. "And how do you know I'll agree?" She raised her eyebrow at him, grinning. She was kidding of course; she'd agree to go out with him anytime. "Would you hate me if I said no?" She grinned at him, letting him know she was joking.
Hearing him, she pretended to pout. "I tend to piss people off. That's not good." She didn't really piss people off. She could only think about one person off the top of her head that she had pissed off. And that person, she didn't even know how she pissed off. She hated making people mad even in the slightest bit.
Feeling his fingers under her chin, she felt the blush grow but resisted looking down. She was still at a loss for words, something that didn't happen often for Hayley. She was rarely ever quiet, but she couldn't think of anything to say to him after what had just happened. No words seemed worthy, or would even compare. All she could do was smile up at him like an idiot.
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Post by Will Maddox on May 2, 2008 15:57:30 GMT -5
He looked at her, waiting for her to say something. Hearing her question, he raised an eyebrow questioningly at her; part of him thought she was kidding. Or hoped she was, anyways. Hearing her next question, he pretended to think. “Hm…maybe I would, maybe I wouldn’t.”
He listened to her before laughing. “Trust me. I piss people off all the time. I know you aren’t the ‘I love to piss people off’ kind of person. Or else I would’ve gotten you pissed at a long time ago.” He grinned at her.
He watched her as she let him lift her head up to look at him. The silence was bugging him slightly, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. In fact, words would probably do nothing but ruin whatever happened then. He leaned forward, kissing her gently, but not pulling back this time. He couldn’t bring himself to, really.
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Post by Hayley Steele on May 2, 2008 16:19:10 GMT -5
"Well, I can't have you hating me so I guess I'll go." She was trying to stay calm and keep from hyperventilating, and he was making it pretty hard. She chewed on the inside of her lip, something she seemed to be doing a lot today, and smiled at him.
"You haven't pissed me off so I don't care." She paused, getting a serious look on her face "But if you do I'll have to kill you, okay?" She tried to keep the serious face, but it didn't really work all that well. It never did.
Feeling his lips on hers, she almost died right there. But she snapped out of the trance like stage she had been in, and moved her hand to his hair, tangling her fingers in his hair. Her other hand stayed holding his. She was seriously in the best mood possible right now. She didn't know if she had ever been happier. (:
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Post by Will Maddox on May 3, 2008 11:55:47 GMT -5
“Well, I can’t hate you. Unless you want me to hate you for a stupid reason. Just give me one.” He smirked at her, just to mess with her. It was fun to; she was just different than younger girls that he’d meant before. He was going to have fun teasing her.
He pretended to be shocked. “I haven’t? My God, I must piss you off soon. Only then will we have become good friends.” He listened to her, and he gave her a childish look. “Would you really kill moi?” He was trying desperately to not laugh, but his lips were turning up slightly.
Feeling her hand move to his hair, he shivered slightly. He couldn’t not shiver under her touch. It was only then he realized that their hands were still intertwined, but he didn’t want to pull away. That would be ruining the moment very badly. He just deepened the kiss slightly, his hand on the nape of her neck pushing her gently towards him more.
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Post by Hayley Steele on May 3, 2008 12:07:55 GMT -5
She thought for a minute. "Hmm.. What if I said that.." She paused, thinking of a way to make him hate her. "I don't think you could hate me. You wouldn't be able to hate me."
She shook her head. "No you don't. Cause then I'd be pissed off. And I'm not very nice when I'm pissed off." She paused, thinking about if she would really kill him. "Yeah.. I think I would kill you if you made me mad enough."
Feeling him shiver, she couldn't help but smile. And then she felt him pull her closer, and put his hand on her neck she felt herself freeze up again. She snapped out of it, pulling him closer. She pulled her hand away from his and set it on his waist, pulling him as close as she could to him.
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Post by Will Maddox on May 3, 2008 12:22:15 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow at her as he listened to her, waiting for her to finish. But hearing her, he grinned. “Exactly. There’s that, and I haven’t known you nearly long enough to be able to hate you.” He gave her a crooked smirk, but he laughed for no reason.
He listened to her, narrowing his eyes at her. “That I really doubt.” He watched her think, and he pretended to be upset. “I’m glad to know I have a chance of being killed by someone for pissing them off.”
He felt her pull her hand away from his, and he opened his eyes slightly. But the minute he felt her hand on his waist, he let himself relax again, letting her pull him closer to her. He doubted he would’ve fought back anyways. He let his hand go down from her neck to her face so that it was cupping her face, his free hand running through her hair before going to her face so that both hands cupped her face as he deepened the kiss a little more.
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