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Post by tatiana on Feb 1, 2010 1:15:11 GMT -5
I SWEAR THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO*/ I THOUGHT THAT WE COULD WAIT FOR THE FIREWORKS ,- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sommer had never been one of those teenagers to buy into the fad that was electronics. She didn't watch Survivor or American Idol, and when she was living with her grandparents, she wasn't even allowed to watch tv for more than two hours a week; a rule that she honestly didn't mind. She was more into things like hiking and adventures, walks along the beach, skipping stones and doing cartwheels. She liked to be alone, and found ways to entertain herself through things that didn't need to be plugged into an outlet. The only things of that sort that she bought when she was moving into her own apartment were a laptop and a fancy camera; the only things she needed to keep herself occupied. And since she didn't entertain company often, it didn't matter to her. Her little one bedroom apartment was a perfect, cozy den for little old Sommer, a nineteen year old girl who had the brain of a ninety year old woman. She even had the cat to complete it; if it wasn't for the fact that she had a hippie, hipster vibe, you'd think that she was a complete and total shut in. No, she wasn't Amish, she owned a cell phone for work purposes and found herself downloading a chat service on her new laptop so that she could get in touch with some of her co-workers... alright, it was a guilty pleasure. But the girl didn't own a television, so there was no way she had played any sort of video game before. Unlike all sorts of people she knew, she had never experienced Guitar Hero or Call of Duty. She was clueless to that world, but she preferred the world of nature and animals and trees to fake ones that existed solely in a gray box.
But you know, if Corbin liked it, there had to be some appeal. She had to admit (or rather, she didn't, because the only person who knew was Addy) she had a crush on the boy, but she kept it close. She hated sharing feelings, and wasn't one of those girls who talked freely about who she was developing feelings for. She didn't think she had a chance in hell with him anyways; he was this big rockstar, a famous lead singer who no doubt had plenty of girls who would want to be with him. Sommer didn't find anything interesting about herself; she was just a photographer who wasn't anything special. And obviously they didn't have much in common if she didn't know how to play video games, which were apparently a large part of his life. Still, she wanted to see him, she wanted to hang out with him. Even if it was torture to be around someone who she knew could never like her back, she wanted to spend time with him. After all, she enjoyed it; why would she like him if she didn't? Luckily, they even lived close to each other. It was literally a five minute walk between their two apartments, and as she stepped out of the door, she spent the entire journey trying to figure out exactly what to say when she first entered his place. She carried her favorite box of tea in her hands, her skinny fingers running over the words over and over again as she found some sort of outlet for her anxiety. She had too many worries, and found herself freaking out about things that weren't likely to happen on a daily basis. What if she tripped and spilled boiling tea all over his shirt? What if she hit him in the face while flailing during wii? She had heard of these things happening, and knowing her luck, they would happen. She was uncoordinated and clumsy, of course things like that could happen.
She reached his door and stared at her toes, wondering if flats were the appropriate choice. Her bony knuckles tapped on the wooden door, a quiet knock and then one louder. Sommer took a few deep breaths in and out, trying to calm her nerves -- she knew full well that the minute she entered his apartment for the first time, she would knock something over, or give him some reason to never invite her over again. This was Sommer trying to put herself out there, trying to find love before it just passed her by yet again. She ran a hand through her darkened hair, clutching the tea box tightly in her other hand. Her entire body language read nervous; from the way her knees threatened to buckle and the way her teeth found comfort in biting on her own lower lip. She prayed that he wouldn't notice, although everyone always did. She was that one awkward girl, who rarely spoke and when she did, she didn't know what everyone else was talking about. When she heard footsteps towards the door, her movements stopped, along with her heartbeat. Her eyes widened as she heard the sound of the metal latch separating, giving her the fresh deer-in-headlights expression. She thanked the lord silently for her darkened skin color, making it nearly impossible to tell that she was blushing like crazy. "Hi!" Were the words that escaped her thin lips, coming out as nothing more than a squeak. Well, that was attractive...
TAGGED , shmey as corbin (: WORD COUNT , 889 says the box. NOTES , oh i'm bad at starting. OUTFIT , so glad she's on lookbook.
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Post by corbin zachary marshall on Feb 1, 2010 22:40:17 GMT -5
You want to talk about the gaming hook up? Corbin had it all. He was not one for spending money on drugs or clothes and his drinking was a very casual thing so money didn't really go there either. He had his own apartment. It was a really nice one too. It was a two bedroom and had a lot of space seeing as he was the only one who lived in it. He could afford it, so why not. Of course, if someone needed a place to stay he would always offer them the room for as long as they needed it. Right now though, the extra room held his amazing set up. There was a large flat screen TV surrounded by every video game system that there was. Not to mention almost every game for those said systems. Yeah, he was a video game nerd. He couldn't help himself though! It was his addiction. When a new game came out, he was the first in line to buy it if he didn't pre order it before hand. He was big into gaming when he wasn't playing music. He always had people over too. There were people over almost every night that he didn't have a show. He didn't mind it at all though. He actually liked the company seeing as he lived by himself.
Tonight he was getting some company again. He had been on the computer, messing around and talking on the online chat he had gotten to talk to people in the label. A few girls he knew were on and he was chatting with them. One of them was Sommer Verona. She was a photographer for fairday photography at the label and in Corbin's opinion, she could be on of the models. The girl was gorgeous. She was a bit shy, but he didn't mind at all. At least she wasn't all stuck up and obnoxious. That was something he could not stand. But Sommer had always stood out a little to him. Hell, he wouldn't really admit it, but you could even say he had a little bit of a crush on the photographer. Not to mention he loved photography himself and her work was amazing. He couldn't help but be intimidated by it when it came to his own work. Then again, she was a proffessional and his was simply a hobby. Maybe someday he would ask her for some pointers but he would probably be too embarrassed. Tonight she was coming over to his apartment though. He only lived a couple doors down from her and that probably added on to the secret crush thing. He wouldn't want her to find out and be freaked out and then be weird if she saw him around their complex.
Sommer was coming over and bringing tea and Corbin was going to introduce her to the world of video games. She had mentioned on the chat that she had never played them and that just set him back. How could someone never play video games was beyond him. So, he insisted that she come over (only if she wanted to that is) and he would teach her his ways. Hearing a knock on the door, he made his way to it. He had told her she could just come in but he didn't figure she would. Reaching the door he turned the handle and opened it, smiling at Sommer who now stood in front of him holding a box of tea. He stepped to the side and motioned for her to enter. "Hey Sommer! Glad you decided to take the long trip down to visit me." He teased with a wink. He closed the door behind her and then turned to face her, flicking the hair from his face with a small movement of his head. He walked from the small enterance area to the kitchen that was directly to the right. He pulled out a teapot, filled it with water and set it on the stove after turning it on to let it heat up. "Can I get you anything?" He asked her politely. He couldn't help but be a gentleman, it was how he was brought up.
Corbin felt only slightly nervous around her but he tried not to let it show. He was friends with a lot of girls because, well, he was always the friend and never the boyfriend. It didn't really bother him. He was simply glad he got along with everyone. But since he had a little kindergarden crush on Sommer, it was only a tad bit different. He would still be his normal self, but he was wondering what was going on in her mind. Not to mention some of his favorite pictures he had taken were placed throughout his apartment and it made him nervous to know what she would think of them. Not like he would point out they were his or anything, but still. "Ready for a new experience?" He asked her, meaning about the video games. He still couldn't understand how she had never played them. "You're gonna love it. And then I won't be able to keep you away!" He teased her again with a broad smile on his face. It was true though. Since he had everything there were people at his house constantly. His good friends just came over most of the time without him calling or texting. If he were bored he usually sent out a tweet for people to head over. It was always a good time either way.
W O R D S ?! 927 T A G ?! tatiana as sommer ! <3 N O T E S ?! sorry it sucks :[ C R E D I T ?! hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0
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Post by tatiana on Feb 3, 2010 1:20:01 GMT -5
I SWEAR THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO*/ I THOUGHT THAT WE COULD WAIT FOR THE FIREWORKS ,- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It amazed her how upbeat and energetic some of her friends could be. It wasn't that Sommer was afraid of being hyper, it was that she was often so nervous and worried about what people would think about her that she didn't think to loosen up. She wasn't a class clown, she was that girl in high school who was shy and sat in the back of the classroom, who could barely answer questions when called on without stuttering. With people who she knew well, she was fine. She could hold a conversation without her heart beat racing, without censoring her true thoughts; oh yes, she was a fan of the whole, type what you want to say and then erase it. For someone in an industry of constant judgment, she sure did care too much about the opinions of others. Especially people whom she fancied; she was raised rather old fashioned, so she always believed that the boy should make the first move. While this proved to be better in her own mind, it made her constantly on the look out. She could never tell if someone liked her back, it was always second guessing and awkward half hints. She over thought everything, and then she over thought her over thinking... it was a mess. Her head was a bunch of clutter, and maybe if she could arrange her thoughts into something linear, she wouldn't be so skittish and afraid all the time.
She smiled awkwardly as she saw his face, and was happy that he at least looked like he wanted her to be there. "Oh, yeah...it took a while to get here, you know..." She joked, a hesitant laugh escaping her lips. She followed him into the apartment, glancing at the walls and the carpet, soaking in every detail. She always figured that you could tell a lot about a person by the way they decorated, or the way they took care of their living area. It looked nice to her; it mimicked how he was a nice boy, someone who cared and was nice to people like her. Of course she would end up liking him, he was one of the few boys who treated her nice without thinking of her like a little sister. She hoped to whatever higher power that he didn't think she was a little girl to be treated like a sibling. "No! Everything I need is right here." She answered cryptically, impressed by the fact that he owned a kettle; not many people did. She was one of the few who had invested in an electric one, for the sole reason that she drank a heck of a lot of tea and it was faster than waiting for it to boil on the stove top. They were expensive buggers, but worth it if you were like her, and would rather drink tea than eat food.
She bit her lip and looked at the floor, his statement sounding somewhat sexual to her despite the fact that it shouldn't have been. Sommer wasn't a virgin, although most people just liked to assume so. She was no where near a whore, or someone who slept around for fun, but she had a boyfriend for over three years... it was math that just made sense. "Oh. Oh yeah! Yeah, I suppose I am..." She had that slight worry in the back of her head, thinking that she would for sure make a fool of herself and be completely embarrassed around him for the rest of eternity. She asked him to go easy on her though, perhaps he would actually listen to her pleas. "I'm sure it'll be fun." She said quietly, actually unsure about it in general. She wasn't a girl who spent a lot of her time doing things like playing video games, and if anyone else would have asked her she probably would have said no. He was different though. Corbin was a completely different person than the rest of her friends, and she was going to try her hardest to like whatever he threw at her, so that they could have something to talk about. "What are we playing first?" She asked, although chances were that she wouldn't have heard of the title anyways. Her feet carried her instinctively closer to the wall, and she nearly bumped into a frame placed on the wall. She jumped forward and raised a hand to stop the shaking frame, and her fingers ran across the image gently. "This is really pretty." She murmured, facing him again. "Sorry about that..." Apologies were something that made it out of her mouth often, probably as much as 'um's and 'heh's'.
TAGGED , shmey as corbin (: WORD COUNT , 780, hi i fail tonight. NOTES , oh i'm bad at starting everything. OUTFIT , so glad she's on lookbook.
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Post by corbin zachary marshall on Feb 9, 2010 15:59:30 GMT -5
Corbin had thought tonight was going to be a slow and uneventful night. No one had been around all day. It at least had given him the chance to pick up his apartment. He always had company over so he liked to keep things clean. It wasn't like he was a neat freak though. He wasn't one of those people who were constantly watching other people in his apartment, making sure they took off their shoes or used a coaster. That kind of stuff didn't bother him. He just didn't want his friends to come over and their be plates and cups and clothes and dirt all over the place. It left a bad impression. It made people feel cluttered and uncomfortable, he was sure. He liked his apartment to be welcoming and comfortable. So when he was on the online chat and his invite for Sommer to come over was accepted, he was glad he had taken the time to pick up earlier. From what he had seen of her before, she seemed like a cool girl. Not to mention she was gorgeous. Corbin may not really admit to anyone, but he had a little crush on the girl. Okay, well he may tell Addy. He told Addy everything though. She was his best friend and always at his house. He hadn't mentioned it yet or anything, but he wouldn't be surprised if she already knew. Addy knew him pretty well it seemed.
He logged off the online chat and went to the door with the sound of someone knocking. He opened it to see Sommer standing before him and he waited for her to enter before closing the door. He chuckled slightly at her joke back about it taking a while to get here. "I can only imagine!" He smiled his all too Corbin like lopsided grin. He was excited she had agreed to come over. He wanted to spend a little bit of time with her and not to mention, he would be able to introduce her to the video game world. That was always exciting. He was sure she would love it. It was addicting as all hell, that was for sure. But, honestly, Corbin would care less if that meant she would be over a little bit more. That would actually be a huge plus. The two walked into the kitchen area and he pulled out his older looking kettle. It was red with a large blue abstract looking flower on it. His grandmother had given it to him as a housewarming present and he couldn't part with it for that fact. His grandmother was kind of loopy, but she tried at least. It wasn't the prettiest looking thing, but at least she had thought of him enough to get him something at all. It was better than what his grandma had gotten his sisters anyway. She had made them both the ugliest sweaters and their mother had forced them to wear them for pictures. Corbin was very grateful he had gotten the teapot instead.
Corbin thought for a moment. What would be a good game for her to try first? Hmm. Well, she was a photographer. The first thing that came to mind was actually quite funny and old school. Pokemon Snap for nintendo 64. It was a fun game but he wanted her to play something really fun. Corbin decided. "I think you will like DDR. Dance Dance Revolution. You have a dance pad and arrows come up on the screen and you step on the arrow on the dance pad. It sounds a bit complicated, but it's really fun." He smiled at her. If she didn't want to play that he had a million other games that she could chose from. "Or you pick one from my collection that you think would be fun. It's up to you." He would let her chose. He really didn't mind much what they played as he liked them all and she was his guest after all. He followed her eyes as she looked at a picture hanging in the kitchen. Corbin's mind raced as he watched her walk up to it. It was one he had taken a while back. It was very simple but it was one of his favorites. He bit the inside of his bottom lip and chewed slightly but smiled as she told him it was really pretty and apologized for knocking it slightly. "No it's okay!" He told her. "I..uh.. I took that one." He admitted a little shyly. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink out of nervousness.
He wouldn't admit he was a bit nervous about what she thought about his pictures, but he was. She was an amazing photographer after all. So her opinion did matter. It would have mattered even if she wasn't a photographer. He tried to hide it by turning to the cupboard and pulling out two cups for their tea. He set them down on the counter just as the teapot made a noise signaling the water was done. He turned off the stove and turned back to Sommer. "So, what's your favorite kind of tea?" He asked her, wanting to know more about her. She wasn't like other girls on the label who you knew everything about because they made their personal lives available for whoever to see. She was shyer and more kept to herself and it definitely interested him.
W O R D S ?! 907 T A G ?! tatiana as sommer ! <3 N O T E S ?! im sorry this took forever and is horribe :[ C R E D I T ?! hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0
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Post by tatiana on Feb 15, 2010 19:38:50 GMT -5
I SWEAR THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO*/ I THOUGHT THAT WE COULD WAIT FOR THE FIREWORKS ,- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sommer blinked a couple of times, processing the word "dance." Oh god, she was not graceful. She was good at tripping over air, falling up stairs, sliding on paper left on the floor. Dancing on a pad? She wasn't sure how that would work, or how that sounded like fun, but if Corbin was a fan of it...well, she'd trust him on this one. Although honestly, a lot of it was because there was no way she would be able to pick out a different game, not in his library of discs sitting in his living room. She may have been a good judge of character (sometimes) but of covers? Not so much. "No, no, that sounds fantastic." She mused, her feet slowly moving in little patterns as she willed them to work well today. The last thing she needed was to fall on her face in front of the boy that she... had a crush on. It wasn't her fault he was so cute and funny, and absolutely perfect for her. At least, that's what she thought, although he probably didn't think that. She was sure he could date some high fashion super model or humanitarian or someone who actually did something exciting and important. Not someone who clicked a button for a living. No, she knew her photos were good and somewhat important, but uploading images to flickr hardly counted as something live changing or great. Maybe if she were in Africa taking pictures of Zebras for National Geographic, but alas, she didn't think she could survive without working toilets or soft, pillow top mattresses...
She ran her fingers over the frame, and looked up at Corbin slightly. He wasn't that much taller than her, because she stood at pretty much model height. "This is so, so good." She said, her eyes sparkling as she realized how inspired the photo was. Her own photography wasn't even this good, but she was also humble and thought random fan pictures were better too. Still, he honestly could make it as a photographer. So he was a musician who had other artistic talents too, how could one person be so talented? No wonder she had a fat, mega crush on him -- she liked those sweet boys, the ones who were good at everything and who were deemed 'datable' by most. It meant she got hurt a lot, yeah, having hopeless crushes on the nicest and most popular guys in school. She hooked one of them, but of course he found someone better and prettier after a while. "One day, you should... come on a shoot with me, you know, if you wanted." She murmured, hoping to spend some more time with him, but only if he wanted. The friendship that they were going to build, hopefully it would turn into something more. But if it didn't, she wouldn't complain. Just being around him was worth it, it was good enough for her. Friends were something that didn't come very easily, mostly because she was shy and awkward and if people didn't make the effort, she wouldn't. It was an easy way to protect herself, although her defense mechanisms rarely worked. "I think you could be a real success in the photo industry!" She added, hoping to insinuate that she was doing it for his own good, not out of her own selfishness.
"Hmm..." She was in her element now, and she appreciated it. Tea? Her favorite? There were so many different kinds, she was bad at picking just one. "I reallllly like black vanilla tea. Delicious." She mused, although there were multiple different kinds that ere on the same level of goodness. She didn't want to confuse him with the different kinds of tea leaves, flavors, places.... it was honestly a confusing industry. English tea, Japanese tea, Chinese tea... black leaves, green leaves, white leaves, vanilla, cinnamon, peppermint, fruits... decaf, sleepy time. These things filled her cupboards where food should go, because there was honestly never anything to eat in her house. Maybe some low fat Ritz crackers for show and a bottle of milk in the fridge, but that was it. If anyone asked, although people were rarely in her apartment, she would claim that she was in the process of cleaning out her fridge, or that it broke and that she had been eating out every night. It was just another reason to not let people into her dwelling. "I think you'd like it, we can try it next time." She stated, putting one tea bag in each cup that he pulled out. She took the kettle and poured each cup almost full, watching the steam drift towards the ceiling with grace. "We might wanna let these cool down a little bit..." She said quietly, turning towards him. "So um. You should probably show me that game. Although I'm not graceful. So maybe we should practice dancing or something. I dunno." She hinted, the small flirty side coming out, but definitely not on purpose. "Cause, I'd likely fall over, and it would be embarrassing, and a bit of a mess, and...yeah." She reasoned, her mouth moving faster than her brain. Real smooth.
TAGGED , shmey as corbin (: WORD COUNT , 866, all rambling. i fail. NOTES , oh i'm bad at starting everything. OUTFIT , so glad she's on lookbook.
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