evan reese myers
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Post by evan reese myers on Mar 14, 2010 21:27:47 GMT -5
For as long as she could remember, Evan had hated making plans. They required too much dedication, and she was awful at that. Consequently, she never had anything to do when she got sick of being on the bus. As much as she loved her bandmates, she did like to get away from them every now and again. Most of the time, she just set out to explore whatever city they were in. She was getting a little bored with parks, though, and she didn’t see the point of going dancing tonight. If there wasn’t anyone to go with her, she’d either be the target of every creepy drunk in the place or she’d be lonely and ignored. Neither was her preference. That left few options.
She wasn’t hungry, and eating alone was depressing. The only thing she knew of that was sure to cure her boredom was the glory of Walmart. Particularly, the toy department in Walmart. Maybe it was immature of her, but Evan had a passion for toys. Especially the toys that made noise! She’d been in her pajamas most of the day, and, being completely awkward and opposed to the thought of adhering to social norms, she decided there was absolutely nothing wrong with going to Walmart in the pajamas she’d been wearing all day. They were mostly clean, and it wasn’t as if she planned to meet the love of her life. Actually, she never planned to meet that person. As far as she was concerned, he didn’t actually exist.
Walking was pretty impractical, so Evan finally decided to come off a bit of money for a taxi. The ride was short, and the driver, for some stupid reason, barely spoke enough English to carry on a conversation, so Evan spent most of the time updating her twitter account via blackberry. It wasn’t as if she had anything better to do. Besides, she liked to keep her stalkers up to date on where to find her. When she was bored, anyway. During those extremely rare moments when she actually wanted privacy, her cell phone and computer stayed far away from Ev’s grasp.
She paid the driver and crawled out of the taxi, heading straight for the toy aisle. There were a couple of children there, and she figured they’d wonder what on earth she was doing playing with these toys, but it didn’t really concern Evan. She had a feeling that if she ever had children, she’d enjoy their toys more than they would.
The first toy she found was an animated stuffed animal. Those were definitely her favorite! Grinning at the animal, she pushed the button on its palm and watched as it danced around, singing some ridiculously stupid song that was probably popular on the Disney channel. When it stopped dancing, though, she figured it was time to move on to a new toy. The next aisle was full of water guns, nerf guns, and squishy sports equipment. Grinning, she picked up a bright green football and looked around for a target.
Across the main aisle was the back of a head that looked a little familiar. The hair was mussed up and Evan laughed, instantly wanting to touch it. As it was, the boy was too far away. Any normal person would have said something to get his attention. Evan, of course, thought normal was over rated, so she opted for a different approach. With a crooked smile on her face, she drew back her arm and let the squishy ball fly. She’d been hanging out with boys for a long time. Just because she didn’t play sports all that often didn’t mean she wasn’t good at them. The ball flew straight across the aisle and hit its target right in the back of his head. Erupting in giggles, Evan waited for him to turn around so that she could properly make up for hitting him with a football.
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Post by charlie ryan moore on Mar 14, 2010 23:29:56 GMT -5
cause that's what i said i would do from the start. [/font][/center]
It was painfully silent, and Charlie was lounging in an uncomfortable position, playing on the brand new PSP that he'd bought. It was a video game sort of day, and he was planning on doing that for the majority of his time. However, he'd woken up in the morning and had wanted to grab a snack, not able to actually find anything to eat. So, he had been getting rather hungry, which wasn't fun. Charlie was sitting around, looking bored out of his mind, until he turned off the PSP, placing it in a safe enough place. He sighed, pulling his body from where it was set, stretching his limbs out as he did so. It was a long day, and he was getting a little bit bored. Also, most of his day had been spent in his boxers, showing off his abnormally hairy legs and his slender frame. It was time for him to get off the bus and do something productive with his day, which would start in just a matter of minutes. That is, after he got dressed and ready to go out and that sort of thing.
He left his seat and went to find something that he could wear. In all honesty, he wasn't even thinking about cleansing his body or anything like that. It was partially because of the fact that he was lazy at that moment in time, but it was also because of the fact that he just didn't think he really needed it that drastically. After all, he wasn't really smelly, which meant it was perfectly acceptable for him to be going out and not taking a shower. There was a reason why they made this thing that he liked to call deoderant. And it was perfectly acceptable to spray his body with Tag or something of that sort. Whatever it was that he had been using, and he really couldn't be bothered to look at the name of it. After all, the name of the stuff really wasn't all that important anyways, was it? He didn't think so, as long as he was smelling good.
So, Charlie changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, and then a grey t-shirt, throwing a hoodie over top of it, before putting on his old, tattered converse. A person couldn't go anywhere without converse. Well, actually, that was a horrendous lie. Charlie was a huge fan of Nike Dunks. They were comfortable, and ever though they cost him a little bit more, they were good enough quality that he was actually willing to spend the money that way. Just like he would spend his money at American Apparel for their hoodies, because he actually found them to be ridiculously comfortable. Some people would argue that it was a waste of his time, simply because of the fact that it was just as good quality as any other clothing he could buy, but Charlie found it to be much more comfortable. And he didn't really pay attention to who was making the clothing and the controversy with the owner of the entire company, anyway.
Opening the door to the bus, Charlie ran a hand through his hair, messing it up a bit more than it was, but then he patted it down a bit, which sort of made it look better. His face was unshaven, leaving him with stubble, which he didn't mind all that much, because he was just in a go-with-the-flow type of mood on that day. He'd decided he was going to go to Walmart, because it was a changing age, and Walmart now sold food items and a bunch of other things that he highly enjoyed. So, Charlie's plan was to go to Walmart, and to sort of just browse around for a bit, and then he would buy some food so that he could bring it back to the bus in order to be able to have a feast that was made entirely out of snacks.
He'd found a way of getting to the place that he was bound for, and when Charlie finally arrived, he grinned, stepping out of the vehicle, tipping the guy, and then walking towards the store. He loved Walmart. While it wasn't his main choice of places to be the majority of the time, he liked to go there every so often. It was easier because there were Walmarts everywhere, and if there was something that he needed, and it was something essential, he knew that Walmart would be the place to find it, because they always had those kinds of things. So, he approached the building, before stepping into it, he looked up at the oh-so-familiar giant sign that was set above it, shaking his head as he grinned. Well, when in doubt, shop at Walmart, because there will never be a place like it in the world. Actually, that was a lie, but Walmart was rather glorious!
He was walking down the aisles, when suddenly, something hit him in the back of the head. "What the fuck?" Charlie said, his hand automatically moving to the back of his head. Charlie turned aaround, looking down at the ground, before noticing the football. He scowled, as if the football had come out of nowhere, and kicked it with his foot. He then looked up to see the girl standing at the other end of the aisle. Cocking his head to the left, he stared at her. She seemed to look familiar, but he couldn't exactly place her at that moment in time. So, he did the only thing he knew how to do; he approached her.
"Thanks for throwing the football at my head?"
[/color] Charlie said when he'd reached the girl. He was a little bit annoying, because he wasn't too fond of things being thrown at him, but it was just another part of being Charlie Moore. He got things thrown at his head, and he did other things that were far more embarrassing than having someone possibly witness him having the thing hit him in the head. But, he wouldn't sweat it, because, really, why would the girl want to maliciously throw it at his head? [/blockquote][/blockquote] thread progression: complete. word count: 1,031 to: evan reese myers. lyrics: hedley. sounds: the telly & my sister laughing. current mood: good! (: extra stuff: n/a [/size]
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evan reese myers
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Post by evan reese myers on Mar 15, 2010 10:14:15 GMT -5
The last thing she’d really wanted to do was annoy Charlie. No, that’s a lie. She wanted to annoy him. She just didn’t want to make him angry. Fortunately, having a uterus makes it a lot easier to keep people from getting mad at you. Evan smiled sweetly as she watched Charlie walk toward her. She scrubbed the toe of her shoe against the floor and tried not to laugh too much.
By the time he was in front of her, Evan’s grin had grown crooked and was full of mischief. How else was I supposed to get your attention? she asked, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. So. You’re Charlie, right? Or am I walking around Walmart assaulting people for no reason? Her eyes worked their way down his tall frame and then back up. It wasn’t as if he was a complete stranger, so it wasn’t all that awkward for her to be checking him out. Besides, Evan was rarely shy about looking at attractive people, and she’d already managed to practically throw herself at Charlie without ever seeing him. He shouldn’t be surprised to receive a once-over at the very least.
Turning her eyes back up to meet his, she giggled. Did I hurt you? Because I can definitely kiss it and make it better.
[/color] She batted her eyelashes and grinned. She was certainly a flirt, but Charlie had to have realized that before. After all, in the span of an hour or two, she’d managed to ask him to the movies, threaten to make out with him, volunteered him as a cuddle buddy, suggested kidnapping him, and alluded to having sex with him. It wasn’t as if she was teasing him. Not entirely. On one hand, she’d been trying to see if she could make him uncomfortable. If she could, then she knew she’d be able to amuse herself in that manner. On the other hand, though, he was extremely attractive, and he didn’t seem to be opposed to a bit of messing around. Even if she couldn’t embarrass him, she was sure to be entertained. For the first time in a long time, Evan was self-conscious of the fact that she’d decided to head into public while wearing her pajamas. At least they weren’t pink footed jammies or something equally as awkward and hideous. Still, she hadn’t showered and even though she was sure she didn’t stink, she wasn’t as fresh as she could have been. A light blush tinted her cheeks. She didn’t embarrass all that easily, but she did blush a lot. Particularly when she was talking to or thinking about an attractive guy. Evan raked a hand through her hair, hoping to smooth any flyaways or cowlicks that had decided to pop up. She chewed her lower lip and tugged at the sleeve of her sweatshirt. She wasn’t used to guys that actually made her care about the way she looked. She was a confident person, and no one had the right to make her question that. If she’d dwelled on it, it would have made her nervous and, in turn, angry. Fortunately, Evan had a perfectly good distraction right in front of her. She simply had to come up with something to talk about. Small talk was something she utterly failed at. A little bubble of laughter escaped her lips as an idea came to her. So what brings you to this lovely land of opportunity, freedom, food, and fun? she asked, her voice mimicking that of a radio announcer. She grinned at him and pretended to hold out a microphone, tapping her foot and looking expectantly at him. Oh, yes. She certainly did expect him to take part in her spontaneous interview! tagged:[/color] Charlie! words:[/color] 629 wearing:[/color] here!muse:[/color] the hush sound - honey notes:[/color] jeez. having a character that's socially awkward and an epic failure at smalltalk makes things difficult![/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by charlie ryan moore on Mar 16, 2010 9:09:14 GMT -5
cause that's what i said i would do from the start. [/font][/center]
Most people would probably freak out when a random person was throwing things at their head. But, Charlie wasn't really that kind of a dude. The only thing that really phased him was the confusion that had washed over his entire being when it had happened, leaving him to wonder what type of a person would have done such a thing! Surely it was a wild beast of some sort, who had been trained by a pack of buffalo, teaching them to throw things when they wanted to annoy people, or if they wanted to have a laugh. A very unlikely story, but most of Charlie's thoughts about stories and that were extremely unlikely. Why was this? Well, it's quite simple, you see, Charlie was just a little bit strange, and thoughts like that simply amused him to absolutely no end at all. It was a rather wonderful thing, if he did say so himself, and well, no one could change his way of that. It would be embarrassing to tell people that he thought about things like that, but Charlie didn't embarrass easy, so even if he did, it wouldn't be a big deal to him.
When he looked at the girl in front of him, something sparked inside of him as he realize who she was. That beautiful brunette that he'd met in a chat room. God, if chat rooms were the only way that he was going to meet girls, well fuck it! He was going to keep going into chat rooms in order to meet girls! Then again, it was a mighty fine way to encourage the ridicule that he was already receiving from his friends. Charlie liked to believe it wasn't a malicious act, because that just wasn't a very friendly thing to do, now was it? No, it was not. So, when people were cracking jokes about him, he generally tried to laugh about it too, because then if he was laughing, then maybe they would stop poking fun at him. That being said, it didn't mean that it didn't bother him. But her should probably learn to be a lot more silent about things.
"Yeah, I'm the infamous Charlie, I look way better in the flesh, eh?" he said, giving her a smile. He looked at the girl again, confirming who he thought she was. "Evan, right?"
[/color] Now that he looked at her, she was a really pretty girl. Sure, she happened to be what, a year older than him? But it was all good in his eyes. He found a lot of brunettes to be attractive, he supposed, but honestly he loved blondes more. There was, however, always the exception. Which may very well be Evan, because she was a brunette, and even though he had never met her, he was strangely attracted to the girl when he was simply speaking to her over the internet. And now, standing in front of her, he was very pleased to have discovered her, and to have had her try to get his attention. Because boy, was she lovely, and he was lucky to be in her presence. Did he need her to kiss his wounds and make them better? Well, no. But, that didn't mean he couldn't try and get a kiss, right? "Well, the back of my head doesn't really hurt right now,"[/color] Charlie said, before making pouty lips, which probably made him look rather funny. "But my lips do hurt a little bit."[/color] He continued to pout hit lips at her, in hopes that it would do some form of good; something that could potentially be just a little bit sweet. He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up some more, and he looked at her with a lazy smile on his face. He didn't really care about how he looked all that much these days. He figured that his hair was going to do what it wanted to do, and he would try and get it to look good for interviews and stuff like that, but if it was just going to get messy anyways, then why should he bother to make it perfect, right? Not that he didn't take pride in his appearance, but a little bit of messy could be attractive, right? Unless he was just dumb and wishing for things that would never happen, but he honestly didn't think that it was the case at this particular time. Besides, it wasn't like he wasn't washing his hair or like he was wearing the same shirt every day for a week or something of that sort. No, he was still wearing clean clothing and all that, which was a good thing. Charlie looked at the girl, her voice lingering in his mind. He was getting a bit distracted, which wasn't a good thing. So, he looked at her, concentrating on the things that she was saying, so as to not accidentally end up ignoring her. Then she started talking like a radio announcer, so it made it a lot easier for him to actually pay attention. He might as well play along, though, right? So, he cleared his throat, and joined her. "The same thing that brings everyone to this place! The need to do something other than just sit around all day playing video games. That, and my undeniable need for food."[/color] He was complying to something amusing, which was always a good thing. "But, the real question is, what am I not doing in this place! And that, my friend, is finding free food samples or why are we not running around this joint scaring people and potentially getting our asses kicked out?"[/color] He smiled, a mischievious sort of smile, before laughing. [/blockquote][/blockquote] thread progression: complete. word count: 952 to: evan reese myers. lyrics: hedley. sounds: the telly. current mood: good! (: extra stuff: bahhh. lots of rambles. lol! [/size]
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evan reese myers
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Post by evan reese myers on Mar 16, 2010 17:07:36 GMT -5
If she hadn’t been interested before, she certainly would have been by the time Charlie was standing in front of her. In his display picture in the chat room, he’d been clean-shaven. While she wasn’t a fan of Amish facial hair, Evan certainly did like a guy that looked a little rough around the edges. The scruffy stubble on his face certainly did the trick to make him fall right into the category of guys she’d like to sleep with. The trouble was, as a whole, sleeping with guys was getting a little confusing. She wasn’t the confused one. Evan knew exactly what she wanted. A bit of fun without the demand of a commitment and the danger of emotion. Guys, on the other hand, were apparently starting to think they needed to try extremely hard to impress her.
She’d gotten so lost in thought for a moment that she almost shook her head, which would have made it completely obvious. Fortunately, Charlie didn’t seem to have noticed. Grinning, she looked up at him. ”You’re definitely much hotter in person,”
[/b] she assured him. For just a second, she was almost afraid that he wouldn’t remember who she was. That their conversation hadn’t offered him as much amusement as it had offered her. The last thing she wanted was to be one of those silly girls who panted like a puppy over a boy who didn’t know –or care—that they existed. Fortunately, he came up with the correct name, which meant she had to have made some sort of impression. She could only hope that it was a god one. ”Yep. And as you can see, I’m extremely non-masculine. My mother just had strange taste in names.”[/b] Actually, Evan loved her name. It had taken her a few years to get over the fact that a lot of boys she went to school with had the same name as her, but once she got past the age of about eight, she’d fallen in love with the fact that her name was unique for a girl. For some silly reason, it took a great deal of effort for Evan to meet Charlie’s eyes after she’d offered to kiss his wounds. Boys didn’t make her nervous. She frowned for a second and chewed her lower lip, wondering what had gotten into her. ”You’re a bit too tall, I think,” she informed him. It was enough to explain her awkward moment, and it was the truth. At 5’2”, she was hardly tall enough to reach the lips he’d pursed in her direction. If she could have reached them, though, she would most certainly have kissed him. That was the entire reason for her offer! With any luck, he was as into the idea of a kiss as she was and he’d indulge her a little, getting down to her level so that they could actually see eye to eye. She only hated being short when guys were involved. It made things (like kissing and shower sex) entirely too difficult. Awkward moments were something that Evan hated with a passion. Ordinarily, she knew exactly what to do in just about any situation, and even if she didn’t know what was expected of her, she could come up with something silly to break up the tension. Fortunately, while she was standing around awkwardly, Charlie appeared to be retreating into his own mind. Maybe he was having just as much trouble figuring out what they ought to say or do as she was. Her impromptu radio host impression did the trick, though, and Evan couldn’t help but grin at the fact that he latched right on to the idea. His response was enthusiastic and amusing, and Evan found that rather than forcing herself to focus on him, she was unable to keep her eyes off of him. She might have commented that she agreed with his reasoning, as the need to get away from her bus was exactly what brought her to Walmart. However, Charlie went on a little tirade of his own and Evan couldn’t help but giggle. She would’ve never considered mentioning the lack of free samples at Walmart. That’s why people went to the grocery store or to Sam’s club. Walmart was good only for low prices and petty amusement. Not that Evan considered this particular event to be petty amusement. That title was reserved for her usual habit of playing with children’s toys in the aisles. Once he mentioned it, Evan couldn’t help but grin deviously in response. ”Terrorizing the store sounds incredible,” she replied. Actually, it sounded like something she would love to do. That might have had something to do with the company, of course, but Evan was determined not to focus too much on what might be the beginning of a crush. tagged:[/color] Charlie! words:[/color] 852 wearing:[/color] here!muse:[/color] when it rains -- paramore notes:[/color] <3[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by charlie ryan moore on Mar 17, 2010 11:44:35 GMT -5
cause that's what i said i would do from the start. [/font][/center]
There was nothing better for an ego than hearing that you were hot. In fact, it was a bit of a boost to the sore male ego that Charlie had. He was quite used to hearing his friends make fun of him because of his looks, telling him the exact opposite of that, and it was a grand thing to have a little appreciation now and again. A man can only go so long with a sore ego, until someone comes along, usually in the form of a young lady, and tells him something to bring it back in some way or another. In this case, Evan was that girl, and while Charlie knew he was good-looking, it was a nice thing for him to actually have someone think he was attractive. But, surely, even the most horrendous of people had at least one person who thought that they were attractive, so there was probably one person out there who will appreciate a person anyway. And sure, he had been the one two bring the idea up, but it was sort of nice to have someone that was going to comply with him; it was great.
He looked at the girl up and down, liking what he was seeing. Sure, he had been a little bit worried, because her name was Evan, but it didn't seem to make much of a difference. She was just as much a woman as the next one that would probably come along after her. He was attracted to her, though, with her blue eyes, and her dark hair, it really wasn't all that hard to believe that. She was a pretty person, attractive; beautiful even. "I think the name suits you, actually. It's quirky," Charlie said. He could only really be making an assumption saying that, because for all he knew, maybe she really wasn't all that quirky; he wouldn't be able to know because he was just meeting the girl in person now. But, from their conversation, he deduced that she was a quirky person, which was a good thing.
She had a point, he was really tall. Standing at about six foot one, Charlie was a lot taller than most people. There didn't seem to be too many people that were really that tall anymore. Guys were beginning to get shorter, but he liked being tall. Charlie wasn't really sure why he liked being tall, but he figured it was just because he'd been tall his entire life, so it was some kind of a standard for him or something. However, tall wasn't all that bad. Only in situations like this, when the girl was pretty short, did it cause him a disadvantage. But, there was simply one thing he could do in those types of situations, and he was planning on doing that one thing. "Well, I believe that I have the mental capacity to come up with a solution to this problem,"
[/color] Charlie stated, before setting himself down on the floor. Yes, he would be the guy to sit down on the floor. He looked up at her with a crooked grin on his face, and pursed his lips once again. Anyone that would walk by might have laughed at him, because, while he was only nineteen, he looked a bit older with the stubble on his face. So, one would wonder what the hell he was doing sitting on the floor of a Walmart with his lips pursed at the girl in front of him. Not that he would really care, though, because those sorts of things really didn't phase him all that much to begin with. And really, it wasn't embarrassing for him in any way, shape or form. A lot of people thought that Charlie was gay or that he was at least bisexual, and he didn't really deny the rumors, because he was comfortable enough with his sexuality to know that he really wouldn't be all that bothered by those things. Sure, he made jokes that implied her wasn't completely straight, but he was. Contrary to the belief of many people, he was just a jokester, and it was all in good fun, even if it got him into a bunch of trouble and made him completely annoyed a lot of the time. But, that being left out, he was just in it for a good time. And it gave him some of the much needed attention that was required for his day-to-day life. Charlie didn't know why he seemed to need more attention, because he had always had a lot of it as a child, but maybe it was just his way of making something of himself. Even though he didn't need to because, hey, he was an amazing guitarist. Evan agreed with how they should terrorize the store, and Charlie smirked. "All right, well, we should start here, I guess. To the electronic cars!"[/color] There were about one hundred and one things that a person could do to make the Walmart experience a good one. They could end up getting kicked out, or, if no one complains/an employee didn't catch them, they could just be doing things for the fun of it. However, the idea of getting kicked out, potentially, greatly amused the boy, and it was something that he had only ever done once before, so it would be an amusing thing to try it out again. So, Charlie was intent on doing something for a little bit of fun! He took her by the hand, pulling her a little bit, before letting go a few moments later as he led them to where the little electronic cars were. He looked at them before turning to her. "Let's hope that I fit in this thing," he laughed. Ah, one of the disadvantages of his height. If he did fit, he would have to pray that he didn't get stuck in the damn thing. [/blockquote][/blockquote] thread progression: complete. word count: 985 to: evan reese myers. lyrics: hedley. sounds: the telly. current mood: good! (: extra stuff: this was hard. ): [/size]
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Post by evan reese myers on Mar 17, 2010 21:45:24 GMT -5
Evan was almost surprised to hear that Charlie thought her name suited her. Really, she was used to being judged by it, and quirky wasn’t something people usually associated with it. Besides that, she really wasn’t sure if quirky was a good thing or not. But he wasn’t exactly running away, so if it wasn’t a good thing, it certainly couldn’t be all that bad. At the very least, whatever he’d thought about her name was balanced out by his impression of her, which seemed to be good enough. He was flirting, and flirting was always a good sign. Even if nothing more came of their interaction, at least she’d get a confidence boost out of it. After all, flirting had to mean that he thought she was attractive.
Mentioning his height was more of a test than anything. She could have found a way around it, but if Charlie actually wanted the kiss, she knew he’d volunteer to do something to change their situation. If he didn’t bother, then he obviously didn’t want her all that much, and she was going to have to work harder. If he did take care of it, it didn’t mean she could stop trying. It just meant the gratification would come sooner than expected. It was harder than she would have expected to keep them hope out of her eyes as she watched to see what he would do. When Charlie sat on the floor, Evan couldn’t help but giggle. He’d successfully made himself short enough that a kiss wouldn’t be all that difficult at all. ”Well, then. It would seem you’ve fixed the problem!” Grinning, Evan sat on his lap, wrapping her legs around his back. It was a rather awkward situation to look at, but it really didn’t matter. No one was around, and she was getting what she wanted. Draping her arms around his neck, Evan let her fingers play a little in his hair. Her eyes focused on his lips and she ran her tongue over her own lips. Her brow furrowed for a moment. Typically, kissing didn’t require thought. But she couldn’t quite get her brain to shut up. What if she somehow managed to completely ruin this? What if Charlie thought she was an awful kisser? What if her breath smelled?
Her heart started beating faster, and Evan drew in a short breath, letting her eyes flutter shut and, thereby, breaking one of the most obvious rules of casual sexual behavior. Once her eyes were closed, she was opening herself up to emotions. Leaving her eyes open kept her thoughts and, of course, her emotions reigned in. Still, she couldn’t convince herself to treat this like one of her usual encounters. Slowly and with just a bit of hesitation, Evan brought her lips to meet Charlie’s. It only took a moment for her to realize that she wanted more. Her hands tangled into Charlie’s messy hair, and her tongue grazed his lower lip. If she wasn’t careful, she’d end up getting herself too attached to this guy before she even got to know anything more about him.
As soon as she was able to control herself again, Evan pulled away, doing her best to act as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. She scooted off of his lap and stood, her eyes focusing on her shoes for a moment. Awkwardness was certainly not something Evan was used to, and she doubted if that would ever change.
The idea of terrorizing the other customers in the store was a very welcome distraction, and Evan was only too happy to agree to start with the electric cars. She was petite enough that she didn’t need to worry about whether or not she would fit into them. Grinning, she slid herself into the seat of a pink and purple jeep. Evan giggled and pushed the little button that turned on the battery-powered motor. ”Don’t worry! I’ll help you get out if you get stuck!” Actually, she wasn’t sure if she’d be much help at all, but she was certainly willing to try.
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Post by charlie ryan moore on Mar 18, 2010 9:10:29 GMT -5
cause that's what i said i would do from the start. [/font][/center]
He could be clever, that was evident, and anyone that were to disregard this fact and go on their merry ole way of believing that Charlie was just an idiot would be dead wrong. He had a brain, he just, often times, decided against really using it all that much. Charlie was much more of a go-with-the-flow/follow your instincts kind of a guy. This was the thing that often caused him to do things that may have been stupid, or just a little bit out there. It wasn't because he was stupid or anything like that, no siree. He was smart, and people doubted him, but Charlie didn't care what they thought, because he knew the truth when it came down to it all. So, it wasn't a surprise to him that he'd come up with a somewhat creative way of fixing the problem that was at hand, and he was rather proud of himself for doing so. If Charlie was never proud of himself, then who else was there to be proud of him? Absolutely no one. Well, his mother might be proud of him, maybe not for this particular event, but for a lot of other things. Although, at his age, that's not really something he should want.
"It would look that way,"
[/color] Charlie said, smiling. And suddenly, she was sitting on him, arms wrapped around his neck, hands playing with his hair. He looked up at her, almost a gaze of adoration, without really meaning for it to look that way. It wasn't every day that he had a lovely girl sitting on his lap, playing with his hair in the middle of a Walmart. That being said, it didn't mean he didn't like it. Maybe Charlie tried to hard to get girls, but shouldn't it be coming naturally? Sure, there were girls that wanted to get with him, but that was because they knew absolutely nothing about him. They just knew that he looked good and that he was in a band that had been around for a pretty long time. That was the only reason that they would ever want to be him; just so they could say that they had been. It was an exciting event in the life of Charlie, and was brightening up his day. It wasn't something that he was going to write home about, though. Hell, he wasn't even going to be telling any of his guy pals about it, because he knew how that would end. They'd call Evan a whore, like the first time he'd mentioned that he was talking to her, and then he'd just say they were ridiculous, and that would be the end of it. So, really, Charlie couldn't complain about this, because it would be their little secret. Well, as far as he knew, it was going to be. He didn't want to share this moment, because of the fear that he might be laughed at. But, why was he even thinking about that at this point in time? It was completely ridiculous! There must be other things that he could be thinking about, right? Exactly, so why wasn't he thinking about those things! Next thing he knew, her lips were on his, and she was actually kissing him. For some reason, he'd sort of thought she was teasing him; he thought she wasn't actually going to kiss him. Thankfully, his hopeful manner was paying off, because there she was giving him a kiss. He kissed her back, feeling something a bit powerful, which he hadn't felt in a while. It was this strong, and overpowering attraction. Charlie hadn't honestly been attracted to someone in a really long time, but it was different at this moment. Was it possible to be attracted to someone that was still such a stranger? Someone that he barely knew anything about? And then it was over, just like that, and she pulled away; pulled away and got up from her place on his lap, leaving him to sit there for a moment, before getting up and stretching. One might find this type of a situation a little bit awkward, but not Charlie. No, he just wasn't phased by awkward and embarrassing. It never really registered in his mind that situations should be those types of things, which would be why he wasn't really effected by them. It was never a bad thing, though. In fact, it sort of was to his advantage, because he didn't often get embarrassed and that. This came from so many years of doing stupid stunts and things like that, so he was sort of just immune to them. He was happy about this, though, because that meant that he could laugh at himself, along with other people, and then his self esteem didn't go down; at least not as much as it would have. "You better!"[/color] Charlie said, when she'd mentioned that she would help him get out of the car if he got stuck. He was hoping that it didn't happen, because that would be pretty pathetic. And it would also take some of the fun out of the whole thing. He looked around at the cars, before picking out two of them. They were both a bright purple in colour, which he found rather flattering. "I hope you're fond of purple, because that's pretty well the only thing that they've got."[/color] Charlie laughed heartily, before pulling one car out from it's place and putting it in front of her. He then grabbed another one out for himself, and looked down at it. Charlie sat down in his car. It was a little bit of a tight squeeze, and his legs were rather close to his chest, but it was still manageable for him. He probably looked rather funny, and they would think it odd to see him. It was a good thing he wasn't followed by paparazzi, because then they would have had a field day on the events of his trip to Walmart on that very day. [/blockquote][/blockquote] thread progression: complete. word count: 1,003 to: evan reese myers. lyrics: hedley. sounds: CSI:NY <3 current mood: sleepyy. extra stuff: boomshakalaka. rofl. [/size]
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