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Post by Baylee Lendar on Aug 9, 2006 18:08:36 GMT 10
So far I've spent pretty much the majority of my time here being some sort of rejected loner. Without the rejected part. Because there seem to be no people around here to reject me, apart from the kangaroos being chased by cork headed cowboy's that are probably most likely still a mirage that should go back to it's place in my head.
The waves were being kinda hypnotic. They were this kind of really really bright blue colour that should really only be possible in movies but there it was, right before my eyes. And every few seconds they'd slap the sand without this resounding smack, and their little white puffs of foam would dissolve until nothing was left and the water went straight back out to sea again. I must of looked like an utter pyscho, with glazed over eyes and this sort of weird smile on my face as I stared at the sea. But who's caring?
And then the water reminded me of James's eyes. He has though really impossibly blue eyes that just make you wanna say that cliched "Baby, your eyes are blue like the ocean and I'm lost at sea,". But I had never said that because I was the feminine side of the relationship and I'm meant to be all coy and he gives me all the compliments. In fact, I even remember the first time we even talked, despite it being practically a year ago. We were in a PE lesson and me and Kelly were doing our agony driving warm up run and she was telling me all about her night out with someone or rather..and then all too soon I had a very intimate meeting with the edge of the soccer goalpost.
James had saw and even managed not to laugh. In fact, his lovely lean legs were walking towards me. And then he asked if I was alright, even mustering genuine concern, which made me want to hug him for being such a sweetie. Actually, I was. I keep my effort pretty minimal during PE sessions when a shower and mirror aren't on hand, so the clash with the goal hadn't been too messy. "No," I wanted to whimper. "Give me CPR,". But I didn't. So, add some flirting, coy comebacks and good timing, and you got Baylee and James. Add parties, -some- trouble, several break ups and several make-ups, lots and lots of nights out, drama and lots of sweetness, and you have the Baylee and James relationship. Add parental involvement, kangaroos and aeroplanes, and you have Baylee minus James.
So there I was, over my glazed hypnotized moment and instead fiddling with the ends of my hair and debating over whether dying it black would make me look gothic. Which I didn't really want. And I was bored. Did I really need to go to the lengths of sticking a fricking sign on my forehead that screamed COMPANY WANTED? Nah. I looked desperate enough already.
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Post by Chris Murray on Aug 21, 2006 18:15:00 GMT 10
Interesting... How the first place everyone seemed to go in a new place was the beach. Now personally, I didn't see why it was seen as so amazing, but I guess it's a matter of opinion. In fact, I would rather go somewhere else. But hang on. What was I doing here then? Well, I mean... I was early. I probably could have gone to the park that I saw or something, just to prove my point, but to be totally honest, I felt like being at the beach. Don't ask why. I mean, I'm not a surfer or anything. That isn't to say I can't surf, I just choose not to. In fact, I rather dislike it. Hey, why the funny looks? It's not my fault that surfing ability runs in my family... I mean, it probably is my fault that I ever went surfing in the first place knowing this, but... Well, we won't get into that. I hate it when I'm wrong.
That's not to say that I think I'm always right, I just like it when I am. Gives me a sense of achievment. It's kinda sad how easy it is to make me happy. It's also sad how easily I'm amused. I mean... You could probably point to a window and say "Look Chris, a window." In the right voice, and I'd laugh. Yeah I know it's sad. But sometimes windows can be seriously amusing things. I mean, go sit down in front of one, and imagine... Your school principal in tights. And imagine that they're dancing in the window. Yeah. Nooow that window is amusing isn't it?
Anyway. Getting sliiiiightly off topic. So I felt like going to the beach. And I did. Even if I didn't actually want to be there at all. Not at the beach, at Northgate. Sighing, I wondered if any of the people coming here actually did. Probably. There would always be those snobby rich private school people, who loooved going to snobby rich private schools. But I wasn't one of them. In fact, I wasn't even snobby or rich. In fact, my family is relatively poor, and I try not to look down on anyone. Well, you know, we're all snobs sometimes. It's unavoidable. And yeeah I know what you're thinking. But you're a snob too. You know you are.
Anyway. Yes, I know I'm weird, talking to imaginary people. But get used to it. I'm like that. So, as I walked along the beach, I wondered if there would be anyone worth talking to at this new school. There had to be at least someone right? Scanning the area, I noticed that almost everyone was coupled. How depressing. I mean, I used to have a girlfriend... But that's a completely different story all together. Anyway. I noticed a girl sitting by herself. Quite good looking. Surely her boyfriend was around somewhere? I stood for a few minutes, watching, waiting, for some guy to turn up. Don't know why. I must have looked kind of funny actually. But I was craving company. I do funny things when I'm craving company. Walking up to her, I stopped in front, and opened my mouth to speak.
"Awww what, no boyfriend?"
I joked, gesturing towards all the couples, in an attempt to help her understand I was kidding. I do that alot. Joke that is. Not gesture at couples. That would be kind of strange and pointless actually... But anyway. Keeping a broad smile on my face, I waited to see if she was one of those awesome girls with a sense of humour, or just some stuck up kid that would turn her nose up at me like so many others had.
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Post by Baylee Lendar on Aug 21, 2006 18:31:49 GMT 10
Uh huh..so I kinda just kept my gaze on the ocean, trying to look all at one with nature, nodding my head slightly to my own mental tune. Mental being the operative word. And then I got that weird feeling..like all the little hairs (like this weird girl at school actually shaves ..yea whatever so I tried it once and ended up majorly insulting my skin and depriving it a huge chunk of itself..) Okay anyway..all those little hairs on the back of my neck suddenly stood up and said hello, and silence seemed to take domination even though that reassuring melody of the ocean still played very very loud in my ears.
I almost cringed as the sand behind me crinkled, almost expecting a creepy guy in a hoodie to snatch me and do the whole "Where you going little girl" regime. But no..all of a sudden a totally uncreepy dude appeared in front of me, and the first thought that bagged it's way to the front of my mind was his attractive appeal. And really..it wasn't too bad. Not bad at all. It was helped along by the wide smile that seemed to stretch for kilometres over his face, and automatically I flashed one back, while trying to come up with some kind of witty reply to his comment, as well as finding space to worry about my undoubtedly electric socket plugged hair which comes from sitting about a metre away from the ocean on a windy day. But hey. All was good.
"Nah. He wasn't interested," I replied, jerking my head towards some hairy chested old guy sunbathing a few metres from us. "And sit down if you're gunna stay," I added, clapping my hand on the sand beside me. "I might just get temporary neck strain if I hold this pose any longer,". Finally my self reliant mouth allowed me a break and closed, and I squinted up at Mr New Guy, trying to gauge whether he actually understood my somewhat whacked and "aquired taste" sense of humour. Shuffling my feet in the sunwarmed sand again, I swept an arm up over my eyes, waiting for a reply. So far..in the space of four words and a smile, he seemed pretty nice. And not just personality wise either.
With a start I realised I hadn't actually introduced myself. But then with a sigh I lowered myself to my arms again, ducking my head as well as somehow keeping my gaze on the newcomer (which was quite a feat) and deciding names could come when we were on equal ground. (aka sitting next to each other) And, please..hadn't I said enough already?
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Post by Chris Murray on Aug 22, 2006 17:30:24 GMT 10
Aha. So she got my sense of humour. Wow. It was like, a once in a lifetime thing. Funny how sometimes you meet someone, and even without saying much, you click. Well... I don't know if this even counted as one of those times, but still... There was something there. Some kind of tiny hint of mutual understanding. I mean, she was like me, right? And then I looked at her properly for the first time. She wasn't like me. She was.... Popular looking? I dunno. But there was definetely something about her. I mean, she was pretty, quite pretty actually, and was dressed in the clothes that all of... Them, wore. Not that they were bad or anything, just... Well, lets just say I didn't always share their opinions. But I knew I had to keep talking to this girl. I mean, maybe she was different, and I was jumping to conclusions? Well, at any rate, I was about to take up her offer.
Sitting down next to her, where her hand had patted the sand, I placed my arms back behind me, and relaxed onto them. And before you ask, no, I'd never been known for my awesome sense of manners. Not that it's baaad manners to lay in a relaxed way at the beach, but... It's probably not a good thing to do the first time you meet a girl such as the one sitting next to me. But I suppose it didn't matter. I mean, my aim wasn't to flirt and ask her out of anything, I just... I dunno, needed company? I friend? And she seemed friendly. Which was probably a step in the right direction.
"So. You're new around here I'm guessing? I mean, starting at Northgate High type new?"
What other way was there to ask? And what did it matter? I've always been known for being laid-back, and straight to the point. Kind of an interesting combination. Well, not really, but that's just fun to say. I'm also known for being kind of easily amused, but you know... That's kind of obvious after one conversation with me. Oh yeah, and I've already told you that. Another thing I do. Repeat myself. Not all that often, but sometimes... Okay, you really don't care.
So I continued to sort of look at her in a friendly way as I waited for an answer to my question, my smile remaining on my face for most of the time. Well I mean, there's barely a moment when it's gone anyway...
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Post by Baylee Lendar on Aug 22, 2006 18:12:12 GMT 10
Baylee smiled as he paused, his smile seeming almost to waver in thought. Trying not to interpret it as anything negative. Blue eyes turned briefly off him, touching upon the roughly churning ocean before sending a flitting gaze around the rest of the beach, which looked much the same as it had about two minutes ago; numerous groups of couples and families stretched down the beach for what seemed like kilometres, large clusters evident where the red and yellow flags were situated. She absentmindedly splayed her left hand out in front of her, idly picking at the glossed nails, before allowing her gaze to stray back to the guy, who had eased himself onto the sand beside her, flopping lazily back to mirror her stance.
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This was good. I mean, he wouldn't sit down if he didn't want to at least attempt to get to know me, right? I shifted and came straight into full vision of that dazzlingly wide smile, which seemed to be permenantly marked on his mouth. That was one way of hiding what you thought, I guess. Or maybe he was just a happy person. Those people usually made you happy, apart from when they're being annoyingly happy at an absolutely crucially tragic time. Then they just piss you off. I wasn't quite sure what this guy was at the moment, so I tried to reserve any judgement.
"Yea, I'm new. Oh yea, and my name's Baylee. I'm from New Zealand..that's where the accent comes from, if you were wondering. I came here about a week ago..pretty big change, considering I didn't even leave the continent,". Okay..so I maybe was trying to show I had something or a brain beyond my sometimes deceiving exterior, but then again I didn't even know if it was true about the whole NZ merge Auzzie thing. Ah well. This wasn't a geography lesson, and I certainly wasn't gunna attempt to turn it into one.
"What about you? Are you already at Northgate, or have you just started?" There were more questions that I wanted to know..like his age and where he lived and whether he was single and about a trillion different more things.. (I'm like this meeting new people) But I found out the hard way that the demented interviewer approach to introducing generally isn't the best way to go. Finding his non failing grin rather contagious, I felt one of my own start to declare independance on my face and relaxed fully, waiting for an answer from the still unnamed guy.
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Post by Chris Murray on Aug 22, 2006 18:31:19 GMT 10
Questions. She was asking questions. Questions are normally a good thing. It means that someone wants to get to know stuff about you. Except if they're just asking them to be poilte. And those people just piss me off. Most even time they don't even wait for a freaking answer.... But don't get me started on that. Please don't get me started on that.
It was at this moment, that I noticed for the first time that her eyes were blue. Blue... Like the ocean. Oh god that sounds corny. But it wasn't supposed to. I didn't mean it in the whole "Her eyes were so sweet and deep and full of emotion" and all shit way, but more as in the whole "the sky is blue, the grass is green" type way. Except, in this case, I thought of ocean before I thought of sky, given that the water was kind of what I was looking at at the time. And yes, I do realise that you don't give a crap about what I was just going on about. I just needed to say it to reassure myself.
"Baylee. That's an awesome name. I'm Chris. My name sounds kinda boring now actually... I mean, compared to Baylee. But that's definitely a good thing."
Oh nice. Here comes Chris, the king of rambling.
"And yeah, I just started at Northgate. As in... I kind of haven't even been there yet. Well, I've been there, but only to check in and stuff. Kind of a... Dump my bags and go type thing. The place just seemed so boring. I'm guessing there aren't many people here yet."
Now I actually began to wonder. Had she actually just asked those questions to be poilte? Cause if she had, she wouldn't give a damn about what I'd just rambled on about. But she couldn't have. She seemed to nice for that. And generally, I'm a pretty good judge of character.
"So you're from New Zealand. That's awesome. I've always wanted to go there. I'm just from around here. Couple of hours south of Sydney. Damn, you're life's more interesting than mine. Did you leave many friends over there? Boyfriend? That sort of thing?"
Oh shit. Now I'd gone and done it. First, I'd asked too many questions, second, one of them had to be about her freaking boyfriend. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. So much for that non flirty crap. But honestly, I wasn't really flirting. It was more just me trying to get a feel of her life back home. But man, it must have sounded bad. I mean, how must I have come across? And hold on... What the hell was wrong with me? Me? Caring what someone thought of me? Wow, this girl must have made some kind of impression. But again, maybe I was reading too far into it...
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Post by Baylee Lendar on Aug 23, 2006 17:48:17 GMT 10
I took this moment of quietness, which was caused, I assume, by him digesting my questions, to slip my hand into my adored Paul Frank bag and locate my phone, which, at present, was vibrating like vibrating was going to go out of fashion tomorrow. With a quick glance towards my new found companion, whose slightly thoughtful look was disrupted only by the classic smile, which prompted me to grin insanely to myself as I flipped the hunk of metal open to briefly scan the jumble of words.
Nothing interesting..at least nothing that required my attention. And anyway, new guy had began talking again and at the moment, he was definitely more captivating than faraway people back home. He had this sorta sweet slash heart warmingly friendly aura about him, one that seemed to make me just want to blurt all my deepest and eternally kept (aka very few) secrets. Chris . So that was his name. Like Chris Hemsworth. Who I used to think was pretty hot but that was back in my whole permenant angst starry eyed teenager stage. Real guys are soo much better..and the whole look but dont touch rule doesn't apply to them.
Oooh..he was asking about boyfriends. This conversation had suddenly veered from friendly politeness to more entertaining personal stuff. While some people might do the whole turn up nose "butt out of my personal life" act, I was not one of them. Apart from when it's your creepy next door neighbour who collects cicada shells as a lifelong career.
"Chris..it's not boring. It has a lot more nicknames than I could have..if it's short for Christopher, that is," I began, and I could just feel this weird quirky smile force it's way out. "Chris..Chrissy..Christa..Christie..God, they should just turn Christopher into a female name,". I kinda have this habit of thinking outloud, and sometimes conversations become a dictation straight from my mind, and sometimes that isn't all that great. But hey. It's me. Hurriedly I abandoned the whole name subject and moved onto the next topic.
"Ahh..yea, same. My dorm's just sorta the place where I'm sleeping at the moment. Anyway, there's all this to be explored yet,". I waved my hand in the general direction of left, right, centre and south, then practically jumped on the train leaving to answer his last question.
"Ah okay. Yea, I figured that explained the cute accent. Mm..I mean, I didn't know anyone from here, and it was basically all the friends I'd ever made that I left behind,".
I was worried my voice would suddenly start cracking and half expected tears to start shedding my eyes, but I took some mental meditation breaths and focused on the now. And the now was proving itself certainly not a bad place to be.
"Yea..I had a guy that I'd been with for almost a year until my parents banished me to here. Not that it was that bad a move. And we're not really the long distance relationship type of people..,". Now worried that he might think I was some kind of slut that couldn't live half an hour away from her boyfriend with hitting on another guy, I hurriedly drew breath to add to my unfinished speech.
"And it's not because I can't be away from him without being able to keep my hands off other dudes. Just..when long distance relationships are that distant, it's probably kinda hard,". Finishing, I did some more deep breathing peace in my mind, and I was good to go again. "Anyway! I think I've done enough talking here..what about you? Have you gotta sweetheart yourself? Tell me what you did before you came here..,".
The sun was beginning to fade (wow. It actually does that) beyond the hazy line where the sea met sun, but I had no intentions of leaving right now. Maybe we could go grab a drink or something..but until the sun had totally rejected itself from the sky, I was so not leaving.
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Post by Chris Murray on Aug 25, 2006 23:49:43 GMT 10
I don't know why, but somehow I found it incredibly amusing that she was even interested in talking to me. I mean, most girls like her stayed fairly clear - not cause I was weird or anything, but because I wasn't blonde and and I didn't walk around without my top on. It was nice to be talking to her. I mean, she might have been talking to me out of pure boredom, and the inability to talk to anyone else, but you know. Whatever. I didn't really care. The company was nice anyhow. So she was asking about my more personal life. Okay, maybe she really was interested. She didn't have a boyfriend... But what was I thinking? Man, don't rush into things! I didn't want to go out with her anyway. Well, I didn't NOT want to, I mean, I just wasn't like.... Looking at her that way right now. Okay, maybe the fact that I'm even having this conversation with my conscience means I must have at least thought about it... BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT. I'm just confusing myself now. So... She asked if I had a girlfriend. Well, the answer was a pretty simple no. "Nah, I used to have a girlfriend. It ended kind of badly. We were going out for almost two years, and then I found out that she'd been cheating on me for roughly half of that. So..... Pretty much no. But I'm good. And that ended roundabout three months ago... Haven't really found anyone else since."That must have sounded SLIGHTLY strange. But whatever. I didn't care. My girlfriend Stacey had been a slut, I was just dissapointed that it took me almost two years to work that out. Man I must have been stupid. Ahh well, I guess girls were just one of those things..... The biggest mystery of life. "And anyway. There isn't that much to tell about me.... Except I totally rock the world. Nah. I like to write. Stuff. I used to kinda get paid out a bit for it, but yeah. But don't worry about me. My life ain't that interesting. And my accent is NOT cute. Yours is awesome."I made sure that the last part came out in a kind of jokey fashion, even though I wasn't joking. In fact, it wasn't a jokey way so much as a..... Friendly kind of way. And plus, her accent was awesome. Kind of cute. Well, I thought so anyway. I knew that lots wouldn't, but I did. I thought it was cool that she was a tad different. Different rocks
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Post by Baylee Lendar on Aug 28, 2006 17:55:40 GMT 10
Oh. Now this threw me a bit. I didn't really want to reply with something totally trashing two timers, and being all shocked oh my god those people are disgustingly horrible . Not because I'm with the two timer fan club, but because I'd kinda done before and I'm no hypocrite. Apart from when I'm telling people not to eat raw cookie dough. Anyway. Yea..so I was sorta just trying to figure out how to reply to this. And I really did totally regret it all, especially as the two guys are still actually still my friends and I always feel really terrible whenever the subject even veers a tiny bit towards it. You know..the whole I didn't get what I deserved thing. But it certainly wasn't for a year of the relationship..more like a few days before my conscience literally threatened to murder me with guilt. But that wasn't the point. At all.
Finally I decided to just come clean. He needed to see past good Baylee sometime. "Uh..you know, I'm really sympathetic and all with that, coz it's a really horrible thing to do and honesty seriously should be the biggest thing in any relationship and to go and cheat on someone is a really big form of dishonesty ..," I finally ran out of breath and my seemingly endless babble came to a much needed halt, and I took that pause to regain my thoughts.
"Okay I guess you should probably know that I've done it before. Two timed somebody, I mean. And I can understand if you want to get up now and run as far away from me as you want..but I've only done it once. Not that that matters. Just..yea. I wished you didn't have to know that,". My hands flung themselves around in a kind of helpless and guilty manner, and I shot Chris a half smile, almost desperately hoping he would stick with the good Baylee opinion. Scanning the darkening horizon and idly watching some windsurfers toppling the waves, I glanced at Chris before hurriedly moving onto the next topic, figuring that if he really hated my guts he would of got up and left by now. That, or he was paralysed with shock. Which wasn't too likely.
"You write? That's awesome..it's something I wish I could do, but stuff comes to my head in really inspiring bursts but then sorta disappears when I try and write it on paper. So what kinda stuff do you write?"
The almost disappointed, sad look on his face when he described his relationship made me want to reach over and give him a hug. Theres just those people who are just so..huggable. Like big, chubby people. He wasn't one of them, but he definitely had a huggable quality. Slightly nervously I shoved my feet into the still warm sand, wondering what he thought of me now. Crossing my fingers in my mind (because really doing it is so corny), I sat tight and waited for him to speak.
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Post by Chris Murray on Aug 29, 2006 16:33:43 GMT 10
Well now. You know what I said about spotting her type before? Turned out it was as I'd predicted. She was faaairly like the girls I'd met. Well, in one sense. I mean, most of them had done the whole two timer thing. What is it with girls? Do they have this NEED to cheat on their boyfriends? Or only the ones I knew? I mean, was it that me and my friends weren't good enough for them or something? Probably not. I'm just paranoid.
I didn't hate Baylee for what she'd done. In fact, it took alot of guts to admit it. And from what I could see, she was guilty as hell. And I mean, that couldn't hurt. At least maybe now she'd think twice... Or three or four times, before doing it again. Well actually, hopefully she wouldn't think about it at all. I mean, not that that really mattered to me. Not that I planned on going out with her or anything. Or even knew anyone else at the school that would. Or knew anyone else at the school that was a guy full stop. Ahhhh no why was I thinking about this again? I tried to talk my conscience out of it. You..... Will..... Not..... Think..... About..... Going..... Out..... With..... Baylee..... Well, I couldn't be bothered to give it time to work before I spoke.
"Nah. You know what? I'm glad you told me. Takes a hellova lotta guts to do that. And I don't hate you for it. I don't hate Stacey either. I'll just never trust her again."
Pausing, I realised how bad this must have sounded. I'd just implied that I'd never trust Baylee full stop. Ahhh. Must... Fix... Problem.
"Not that I won't trust you. I mean, she was nothing like you. If you even care if I trust you or whatever..."
OH YOU IIIDDDIIIOOOTTTT. I could have slapped myself. In fact, as an impulse reaction, I did. I knew I'd sounded weird. I was normally waaaay more laid back than this. In fact, what WAS wrong with me? Ahh well. Shuffling back in the sand some more to show that I wasn't going anywhere, I smiled, my stupid grin showing through again. But at least it definetely showed I was happy. Well, more laughing at myself in this case but you know whatever.
"Sorry, now YOU must think I'M weird. Aww my writing isn't that interesting. Just my best subject. I kind of write whatever. But you know..."
Pausing for a moment, I kind of fiddled with the sand next to me, before taking a rather large leap in conversation.
"Hey umm... Your boyfriend. Do you miss him? Like, do you wish he'd come here too or whatever?"
It was only HALF random. But it was kinda strange. I mean, she might choose not to answer it for all I knew. But I didn't really care. I was just happy there on that beach, with some company (some awesome company)at sunset. If I had been going out with Baylee, I would have said it was romantic. But I wasn't. So that statement has no point. And oh GOD I HAD TO STOP THINKING THAT!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Baylee Lendar on Aug 29, 2006 18:08:29 GMT 10
Sapphire shaded eyes latched almost desperately onto something undecided on the horizon, and left hand reached up to fiddle with the necklace looped around her neck, following the habit that had stuck with her in times of lying, anxiety or uncomfort. In this case, it was a slight case of the latter two. Baylee could practically see the wheels turning in his head..however it was most certainly a better scenario than it had been when she had been trying to unsuccessfully explain it to a incredibly -and with good reason- upset Ryan. Letting out a barely perceptible sigh, she pasted a rather feeble imitation of Chris's smile on her face and turned back to him as he began to speak.
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Ugh. This wasn't going too well. Basically he had just said that he'd never trust me, which was a pretty bad thing to say about a person you'd known for five minutes. Ah ha. Before mor bad thoughts had a chance to formulate he hurriedly began talking again. He looked so uncomfortable with everything he said, like he regretted each word as it came from his mouth and his words were kinda tumbling over each other in a way that was sooo awww-making. I suppose it wasn't actually that great that he apparently felt quite awkward talking to me..but hey. It was a cute awkward. And also..by the time he'd finished speaking I was getting the feeling a good friendship was starting to form..yaay for good friendships.
"I do care if you trust me. Coz if we're gunna be friends then without sounding really corny it's pretty important we have..ya know, the trust thing,". I kept my voice carefully light, using my sarcasticish/cheery tone to imply I was serious without sounding like a science professor quoting a dead guy.
Chuckling, I dismissed his weirdness theory with a shake of my head. "Well that's great then. You're weird..I'm weird..a common interest is found,". The reason why I appeared to be so up to date with the whole friendship etiquette thing was because it's rules had been quoted so many times by my parents, who turned on this weird false happy haha charm whenever they're meeting new clients or whatever..it must just make demanding tons of money from them easier. But yea..we're not talking about parents here.
"Yea..I do miss him. But I dunno if I wish he was here..I don't think I'd be able to trust him loose with all these gorgeous Auzzie girls you have here,". A more true smile split over my face for a second before I turned on the serious face to do the serious part of the answer.
"But really..it's been good coming here. Like I can start all new and people don't have to know me as they did back there..and I can meet all these new people,". Grinning at him, I shot him number three smile of the flirty grins package. This wasn't too rare..even when I was dating I'd still meet people who I'd go all seductive and flirty with..it was kinda an almost automatic reaction to anyone hot. That makes me sound really shallow, but now and again there'd be those people who were different and more special in some way and Chris appeared to be turning out to be one of them..I think. Let's just see where this conversation keeps going...
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Post by Chris Murray on Aug 30, 2006 17:59:17 GMT 10
Friendship. It was a good concept. Moore than I was expecting. Well, sort of. I mean, I knew that if she absolutely hated me, I'd be able to tell. I'm good like that. And anyway, I'm making myself out to be all horrible, and with low self esteem and stuff. I know I'm not. I mean, I do alright with girls and going out and all that. Not that I make a habit of it. Or I'm a playa or anything..... In fact, I'm fairly proud to say I'm probably the OPPOSITE of a playa. I have this thing with committment and all that. Honesty is the best policy and so on and so forth. Most guys would be all like "Meh, you weirdo" and shit if I said that to em, but whatever. That's kinda why I prefer to hang around girls. They're less critical. Well, the GOOD ones anyway. In fact, I wonder if it would be the opposite for them? I mean, if guys would be less critical? Maybe. Probably. From what I've heard anyway.
Ahhh now the flirtatious smile. What was with those? I mean, they could be terribly misleading. Either it meant that she actually liked me, (which I doubted) or that she just didn't dislike me. I'm guessing the second. In my experience, girls like Baylee flashed those smiles to any guy in sight, who didn't look like a walking fungus. Well, I've never seen a guy actually looking like a fungus but you know. You get the general picture.
"Yeah, new people are great. They work for me on all kinds of levels."
I kind of laughed privately to myself about the second bit. It was something that my mum liked to say. Well, likes to say. Whatever. Kind of an inside joke. Actually, why bother explaining it? It was one of those had to be there things. Anyway, at this point it was my turn to do the whole flirtatious smile thing. And yes, I am aware that my smile is fairly infectious. I am also aware, that unlike Baylee (or so it seemed) I didn't flash this certain smile everywhere. It fact, it was very, VERY rare. Not giving ideas or anything. And I CERTAINLY WASN'T THINKING ABOUT BAYLEE IN THAT WAY. -thwhacks conscience-
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Post by Baylee Lendar on Aug 31, 2006 18:03:33 GMT 10
The sun was quickly fading now, and Chris's face was thrown into all sorts of interesting angles and shadows, making him look more hot and mysterious than ever. Sending an emphatic nod towards him regarding his statement, I swished my hand through the cool sand, picking up the grains and letting them slide through my fingers like I used to do in the kiddie sandpit at primary school.
Yaaay! Flirty smile accepted. Flirty smile answered. But now I stop to gather my thoughts. I had made a personal contract thingy which was signed inside my head to attempt to become a different person. Not hooking up with people I'd known for five seconds. Not getting drunk/and/or stoned and doing things I'd later know I'd regret. This would be the start of something new. I loovve high school musical. It's so inspiring, and makes you wanna burst into a song while you're playing basketball. Or whatever. Not really..but it's one of those movies you can just watch and very few brain cells need to be engaged. ANYWAY.
I stretched lazily, subconciously ensuring that my beautiful drapyish vintage top rose a couple of inches to show off my tummy (hooray for fake tan) off to it's best advantage. I know a lot of people, if they read this, would be like oh my god what a little slut..but hey. You know, we all do it! Maybe we don't realise , but there's always that demanding little voice that makes you want to doll up and impress those of the opposite (or same- I'm all for gays) sex.
"Ya know..it's getting kinda dark and I'm totally with sunbathing at night but I didn't bring a jumper or anything and even though I was complaining it was too hot before it's actually getting really cold now,".
Yea..I have this habit of talking a tad too much more than I probably should. But oh well. Chris was one of those people who just made me feel all at ease and myself and all that kind of relaxed stuff. And he seemed honest. Like just pretending something's funny but really they're laughing through gritted teeth. And open. I liked him.
"So, do you wanna go somewhere..? There's a cafe just up the road, to my knowledge..we could grab something there,". Flashing him my best angelic smile, I waited..quite hopefully, I will admit. And everybody needs a change of scenery now and again. It's good for the senses. ooc: *coughcough* aka the corner cafe. Teheh. We could start a new thread or else just make up a random cafe on the beach and continue this thread..you choose. =)
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Post by Chris Murray on Sept 5, 2006 20:54:19 GMT 10
OOC: There's a bit of powerplaying. SO sorry bout that. But it's only him getting her to stand up, so I figured you wouldn't be upset BIC: Smiling, I nodded along to what Baylee was saying, enjoying and savouring every word. It was sad that I was so happy that she wanted to okeep hanging around with me. Or was it? I mean, for me, it was strange. This was the first time I'd actually had feelings for someone since Stacey, which was a big step. And with Baylee, it was different to that even. I mean, I'd known her for like, ten minutes, and it was kinda more intense than with Stacey. AHHH but remember, I'm reminding myself. I DON'T LIKE HER. Fine. You know what? I'm not playing that anymore. I can't be bothered. Fine. I do like her. HAPPY NOW CONSCIENCE? HAPPY NOW? Okay, I'm not crazy. Not at all. "Yeah, it's getting kinda chilly. I'm not cold or anything though. Actually, come to think of it."Yeah, I will admit it. As far as guys go, (without sounding arrogant) I'm kind of.... Different. More romantic than most anyway. And so it was time for that part of my personality to show through. Again. Standing up, I dusted the sand of myself, making sure that absolutely NONE of it was still stuck. Making sure I had a shirt underneath my jacket, I undid the zipper, pulling my arms out of it. Throwing it over my shoulder, I rubbed my arms for a sec to warm them up, beforedusting them off, and looking back down to Baylee. Extending my hand, I grabbed it around her. To tell the truth, I didn't really want to let go. I know it sounds corny, and I sound like a sleaze because I'd only known her such a short amount of time, but it didn't feel that way to me. Oh god, now I sound horrible. Some guy I make. Man I suck. But it really felt.... Kind of weird actually. Anyway. Pulling her up with my hand, I made sure she was steady, before I grabbed my jacket off my shoulder. Wrapping it slowly around her shoulders, I pulled it around the tops of her arms, making sure it was stable. It was weird. It was like, I wanted to pull my arms away, but I couldn't. They were like..... Locked. They WERE moving, just very slowly. All I could do was kind of look at her. MAN I sound weird. Oh god snap out of it Chris snap out of it. "Uhh... At least you won't be cold now."It was all I could manage. I continued to try to move my arms away, but the furthest I could get was a couple of inches away from the jacket. Oh god my chances were gone now. She'd think I was completely weird. But it was like I couldn't help it. And all I could do was look at her. MAN I am SUCH an IDIOT. OOC: Yeah, I know, it's a bit of a move.
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Post by Baylee Lendar on Sept 7, 2006 18:27:24 GMT 10
OOC: Yea, tis alright. And there's only a tad bit of PPing in mine too..but I'm only turning him around, so I figured you wouldn't be too upset. xP Let's just say we can powerplay if necessary. My attempt at seducing flirt smiles went out the window, replaced entirely with a probably wavering, gooey one of total awwwness. For a second I felt like somebody outta a movie, kinda like princess meets prince charming etc..yep, the feeling was good. See, not that my previous guyfriends hadn't been all gentlemenly, because they had been (when they wanted to be) but they were more touchy feely type. More physical. Anyway.
"Aww, thanks," I answered, extending my own arm and tapping him gently on the cheek, chuckling. "Although we wouldn't want you to die of hypothermia either, would we? I think we better get somewhere that's heated fast,". He was being adorably sweet, and, as much as this moonlit night on the beach was practically screaming out suggestions in both my ears I wanted to get to know him more before.. Before what? Let's just not go there now. Briefly I turned my gaze to the ocean, which was nothing but a open stretch of churning black liquid and probably swarming with sharks now, before stretching out my arms again and pushing Chris swiftly in the chest, turning him in the direction of lights in the distance. "Come on Prince Charming, let's go,". Then I paused, not really knowing where to go. I mean, I'd only been here three days and my main foodstop had been that pub and Subway. Nuh uh..this was the time to take full advantage of his gentlemenly skills.
"Hmm..you take me somewhere. It'll probably be more promising than any of my ideas. I'm totally in your hands,". Smiling, I dipped quickly down to grab my bag, before pressing my feet into the sand, waiting for some kind of action to take place.
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