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Slitherclaw · 09-13-2011, 02:28 AM

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Originally Posted by brave-at-heart-xo

She couldn't help but stare at him.

It wasn't her fault. Sure, her life wasn't simple, it was anything but at times; however, she always considered herself as a person fairly simple. It didn't take much to make her happy, and really, she didn't ask for much. She liked flowers and music and the idea of traveling the world and books. Really, not complicated at all.

And of course, like any other girl, she wanted to find that one boy. The one her dad promised would find her, when she was a kid, but then again, at that time, he promised her a prince. Obviously, she wasn't looking for that anymore, but she'd like a boy. Maybe.

She looked away briefly, to stare up at the sky. It was early fall, her favorite time of year. The breeze was gentle, the clouds were lovely, everything about it was perfect. Except that he was sitting simply too far away.

Nothing? He had to be lying. His mouth never seemed to cooperate with him. She watched him closely, as he shrugged and glared at himself. She giggled.

"That's all? Come on, just tell me what you're thinking." Adelyn said, smiling and batting her eyes at him. "Please?"

It was a perfect day.

All the reasons have been previously said, but even without the reasons, it was a perfect day. I don't know why that makes sense. It wasn't a perfect day before I saw Cinderella again. It was a pretty drab day. But now, the whole day seemed perfect.

I remember waking up this morning to a cheerful dorm. Leaving the dorm, I noticed a dazzling sunrise. Why hadn't I been astounded by the sunrise then? I had a mightily fulfilling breakfast filled with multiple American treats that I could nosh on. Why didn't I appreciate that? I skipped classes and had a pristine walk on the grounds. I walked in peace but didn't notice that it was peaceful. And now I was here. With Cinderella.

It was a perfect day.

She asked me what I was thinking. Which was an interesting question. I was thinking about the sky, the tree, the breeze, the breakfast, the day. I was thinking about her, too. Should I lie? I was fairly good at lying. But...I didn't want to lie to her. Especially not here. Not now.

Maybe I could tell the truth. Maybe she wouldn't get upset.

"I'm thinking about you." I said, as I cocked my head to the side. I didn't think it would ruin the moment; like it did last time. Rather, I thought, maybe it would make it better.

09-13-2011, 02:28 AM	#137 (permalink)
Slitherclaw Fire Slug Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: In a cloud. Maybe. Posts: 161 Hogwarts RPG Name: Justin Sigal Sixth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by brave-at-heart-xo She couldn't help but stare at him. It wasn't her fault. Sure, her life wasn't simple, it was anything but at times; however, she always considered herself as a person fairly simple. It didn't take much to make her happy, and really, she didn't ask for much. She liked flowers and music and the idea of traveling the world and books. Really, not complicated at all. And of course, like any other girl, she wanted to find that one boy. The one her dad promised would find her, when she was a kid, but then again, at that time, he promised her a prince. Obviously, she wasn't looking for that anymore, but she'd like a boy. Maybe. She looked away briefly, to stare up at the sky. It was early fall, her favorite time of year. The breeze was gentle, the clouds were lovely, everything about it was perfect. Except that he was sitting simply too far away. Nothing? He had to be lying. His mouth never seemed to cooperate with him. She watched him closely, as he shrugged and glared at himself. She giggled. "That's all? Come on, just tell me what you're thinking." Adelyn said, smiling and batting her eyes at him. "Please?" It was a perfect day. All the reasons have been previously said, but even without the reasons, it was a perfect day. I don't know why that makes sense. It wasn't a perfect day before I saw Cinderella again. It was a pretty drab day. But now, the whole day seemed perfect. I remember waking up this morning to a cheerful dorm. Leaving the dorm, I noticed a dazzling sunrise. Why hadn't I been astounded by the sunrise then? I had a mightily fulfilling breakfast filled with multiple American treats that I could nosh on. Why didn't I appreciate that? I skipped classes and had a pristine walk on the grounds. I walked in peace but didn't notice that it was peaceful. And now I was here. With Cinderella. It was a perfect day. She asked me what I was thinking. Which was an interesting question. I was thinking about the sky, the tree, the breeze, the breakfast, the day. I was thinking about her, too. Should I lie? I was fairly good at lying. But...I didn't want to lie to her. Especially not here. Not now. Maybe I could tell the truth. Maybe she wouldn't get upset. "I'm thinking about you." I said, as I cocked my head to the side. I didn't think it would ruin the moment; like it did last time. Rather, I thought, maybe it would make it better.