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Post by Jules on Feb 20, 2008 8:26:15 GMT -5
David shrugged good naturedly and smiled as he saw her quite viisbly unwind. Her skirts were volminous to cover his lower half like a blanket, which made him chuckle just a little.
"I'm guessing I'm just the first one to say it to your face. I wouldn't want to be as handsome as you are beautiful, Samantha. It's a curse, to be cliche. And yes, I did it horribly, and I shouldn't have. You'd made me the angeriest I'd been in a very long time."*
* Very Long Time- ever
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 20, 2008 23:28:57 GMT -5
She grimaced, a distasteful expression crossing her face as if she'd just swallowed a lemon. She glared at him. "Yes, that's what I meant."
She glanced at him curiously, a bit of triumph to her smirk. As if his anger was some kind of prize to be won. "I'm not sure if I was the angriest I've ever been-- I have a pretty nasty temper." She shrugged. "You don't have an inner seduction about you, and be grateful, but you're not entirely unfortunate looking." She eyed his tousled hair and ragged t-shirt with amusement, and smiled at him. She had, for the most part, meant that as a compliment.
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Post by Jules on Feb 21, 2008 0:01:51 GMT -5
David shook his head. Maybe the girl was bi-polar, that would maybe explain alot.
"Oh what?" He pouted his lips and fluttered his lashes at her. "I'm pretty sure I've got the inner seduction power down pat. Don't you just wanna have your way with me now?" But he couldn't hold the pose for too long and broke out chuckling.
"Not entirely unfortunate looking suits me fine."
Surprise, surprise, he was truthfully beginning to enjoy her company.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 21, 2008 0:44:12 GMT -5
She laughed, much louder then she intended, and covered her mouth, giggling breathlessly through her fingers.
She fanned herself dramatically with one hand. "Yes, that nearly had me faint," she told him, eyes twinkling. With a cough, she recovered herself. She crossed her arms over her chest, examining him seriously. "I would have to give you lessons, that much is obvious, but you'll make an excellent..... an excellent. Hm. I can't... actually think of a name that isn't feminine." She bit her lip and then giggled again.
She stopped, shocked, but not unpleasantly so. She never laughed this much, so carelessly. It was a strange, thoroughly delightful feeling.
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Post by Jules on Feb 21, 2008 1:34:01 GMT -5
David could almost see her loosening up. And it was not at all unenjoyable. This was the part of the friendship he appreciated most. When he didn't dislike the person on the receiving end of his fake, but utterly convinvcing warmth.
"Lessons, hmmm? What'd be the basics, then? Seduction 101."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 21, 2008 1:42:08 GMT -5
"Naturally," she breezed.
"David," she began again after a moment of watching him. "Do you ever wonder if someone wouldn't be your friend if you weren't the way you are? What I mean is, what if won't like you anymore once I leave your house?"
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Post by Jules on Feb 21, 2008 8:21:52 GMT -5
"You probably won't feel the same way, because I won't be next to you exuding my own powerful aura." He replied honestly, even though most girls didn't like to hear that there friendship was nothing more then manipulation and forced underneath it all.
Somehow, he didn't want that to happen. "Unless some of our feelings are based in reality, then you'll manage just fine. But if all this is just a production of my power, you'll probably start hating me in about an hour after leaving."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 21, 2008 20:46:08 GMT -5
She considered this for a moment, before blowing it off. "No, I think I really do like you. But only a little. Which is why I think it's real. Sitting here, right now, I still think you're a smug twit. A loveable twit," she added with a small smile. "But a twit. And I know you still think I'm shallow, so on the whole, our liking of each is not only real, but has defied all odds."
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Post by Jules on Feb 21, 2008 21:17:37 GMT -5
Well, it wasn't what a guy usually wanted to here from a girl, but for David, it was just fine. It was flattering to think even after how angry he'd gotten, Samantha still liked him in a somewhat odd-defying way.
"Yes, that's true." Whether he was refering to him being a twit, or her being shallow was unclear.
"And how am I a twit?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 21, 2008 21:37:33 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow at him, a look of, How are you not?
She patted his hand. "Let us not dwell on shortcomings." Her eyes sparkled just a little, a gesture of teasing.
"Now then. I may have to take on the arduous task of finding you a girl that sparks that special something in you."
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Post by Jules on Feb 22, 2008 0:34:34 GMT -5
"You'll be hard put."
Unless you look in a mirror. But he couldn't say that. "It's completely agaisnt my nature." And he'd trapped himself. Samantha didn't need another man being attracted to her. She needed a friend, and would be creeped out by whatever twitchy and spastic advances that would be what David could manage to make. She'd either think he was having a seizure or being a complete ass.
"I'm impervious." He lied, but in a general way it was true. he was impervious to girl's charms.
Samantha just so happened to be super-woman.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 22, 2008 0:59:45 GMT -5
"I'm quite persistent," she told him confidently.
"I suppose I'll be a bit jealous. I had wanted the honor," she joked halfheartedly. She gave him a coy look. "Promise me a kiss when you break free?"
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Post by Jules on Feb 22, 2008 1:29:55 GMT -5
David stared at her for a moment. So much for changing. He swallowed and was forced to put on a friendly smile.
"Why, but of course."
And he imagined a few more looks like that and a one or two more hints that they should kiss was going to widen the crack she was making in his facade.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 22, 2008 23:26:09 GMT -5
She grinned, pleased. "Good," she said, as if they'd just signed a business deal. She looked down at her lapful of used, crumpled tissues. Her eyes were dry now, her nose only a little red.
"Thank you for cheering me up, David."
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Post by Jules on Feb 23, 2008 17:11:02 GMT -5
He collected the tissues seemingly without qualms and piled them onto the coffee table to be dealt with later.
"I'm really glad I could help." He replied with honesty ( of course) but what was surprising to him was that he truly meant it. "There's a bathroom down the hall, first door to the left if you'd like to clean up." David suggested, but in a tone in which it would take someone incredibly hypersensitive to take offense.
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