SPOILER!!: The Dancing Queen
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ortalismusicoh 
Okay..and now this boy was grinning at her. A bit odd don't you say? Or more like random. Whatever it was there was something about he's grin, that made it contagious. Renesmee gave the guy a small smile back, she couldn't help it. She just felt like she needed to return the grin.
The Hufflepuff raised her eyebrow. Kidding? Why would someone kid about that? "You were really kidding?" she asked wanting to make sure she had heard him right. Maybe he had said something else and she had just misinterpreted him. "It is?" Now she was confused. This guy barely knew her and here he was telling her it was great that she was swinging and having fun. Riiiight totally normal.
Renesmee's cheeks got brighter and brighter, almost as red as her hair now. She had no idea what was happening to her but everything this boy seemed to be doing had been causing her to blush. It was odd, there was only two other boys that had ever done that to her, Angelo and Thomas..but otherwise she had never blushed like this before.
"Yeah, um..you're doing a good job." she said as she eyed he's muscles again. Gosh they were big.
The next few words that came out of he's mind were just plain rude according to Ness. She couldn't help but get the feeling that this guy was a little arrogant after all. "I think I know how to look after myself." she said deffensively. She could have told him that she didn't think much of herself lookwise anyways, but she didn't think he needed to know that. "I used to be a dancer, I think I know a lot about excersise." she said and then frowned just a little as she remembered her dancing days. She used to love it so much, but now there was just no time for that. Everything was all about school and work.
Meh..another reason why she still wanted to be a kid.
The girl had started smiling as if Elijah had infected her with his own. He had to admit she at least had a pretty smile even if she did still use swings at the age of... well, whatever age she was.
"Yeah, I was just teasing," he assured her. He still felt somewhat rotten for making the girl feel self-concious when she had obviously been enjoying herself. That wasn't the way to woo and impress the ladies, now was it Elijah? He didn't bother telling her
exactly what he thought of teenagers playing on swings, however, since that was likely to only make things worse.
He accepted her appraisal of his fitness with his widest, whitest and most charming smile. What better way to thank someone for their compliment than to reward them with his smile. It was a pretty
awesome smile.
However, things were starting to go sour. The advice he had given seemed to have been taken wrongly. He had been merely wanting to suggest that perhaps she start up exercise, but the girl had taken serious offence it seemed. So much so that she began defending herself explaining how she knew how to look after herself (
clearly) and used to be a dancer or something...
"Look, I meant no offence," Elijah retaliated quickly, "I'm sure you are
very capable of looking after yourself and your own body." Elijah just knew that if it was
him, he'd be doing a much better job at it. But he did a better job than everyone when it came to the matters of being flawlessly gorgeous and perfect.
The interaction between the two had reached an all time awkward and Elijah thought that perhaps it may be best if he continued his run before he ended up saying something else to pee her off or offend her. But then again, perhaps if he ran off she would just be equally offended, thinking that he didn't want her company, which in truth, he didn't.
Why were girls SO complicated? Why couldn't he find a nice, like-minded girl like himself? Then there would be NO confusion and hurt feelings at all.
He began picking up the pace as he ran on the spot, getting ready to start off again. "I am really sorry if I hurt your feelings," he made sure to add for good measure. Girls liked apologies. Especially apologies from HAWT guys.