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Post by westin hurley on May 20, 2009 18:28:33 GMT -5
he felt pretty stupid, to be totally honest, and there were two main reasons for that. the first, was the simple fact that he'd been stood up. on a date. with a shy, quiet, intelligent, regular girl with good morals. and she refused to answer her door when wes knocked on it - no matter how many times he promised that he really did have flowers for her, and chocolate, and champagne if she so wanted it. but she didn't, obviously, and took the classic heart-shaped box of candies out of his arms, and slammed the door in his face. not exactly a feeling he was used to, and even more out of the ordinary, he had no idea why he was getting the cold shoulder. so, naturally, his deflated ego was now making him a little paranoid, and for some reason, he was seeking comfort.
why exactly, he was led to travel down the hall to harlem's loft, where he believed her to live, he wasn't entirely sure. that was reason two that he was feeling pretty weird about the whole situation. the moment after he felt his knuckles make contact with the front of her door, he felt regret, and it was uncomfortably obvious on his face. "well shit," he whispered automatically when he heard stirring from inside. he never really thought about these things thoroughly before doing them, and this was really just one of those prime situation examples.
to camouflage his random act of spontaneity, and possible idiocy, he leaned 'casually' against the side of the wall, waiting to be greeted. secretly, behind that awaiting, fake and wide grin, he was praying she wouldn't be there. or maybe she'd have company or family over or something like that, and he'd be shooed away. because, as he looked himself over, with the 'dressy' vest and collared white long-sleeve over the usual skinny jeans, he felt pretty over-dressed for a non-chalant 'hangout' session. and the flowers in his hand, and tediously done tie around his neck? not doing much for his suave and usual haphazard ad disheveled look. that was long gone, and his constant confidence was shattered and laying in pieces at his ancy feet.
he looked up at the sound of the door opening, and felt his cheeks flush. yet another rare instance, which he hid, by flashing the slightly wilted bouquet of second-hand daisies in the front of his face. "surprise?" good god. why couldn't he think like a normal guy, and handle rejection the same way?
WORDS - four hundred and nineteen
LISTENING TO - jasey rae - all time low
NOTES - jeez it took long enough
TAGGED - harlem vanity
OUTFIT - see that banner up thereee
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Post by harlem vanity on May 23, 2009 18:46:00 GMT -5
Harlem was watching the news and sorting new photos out on her laptop when she heard a quick rap on the door. Walking over while still munching on a bag of chips she opened the appartment door. It was... Westin Hurley? What was he doing here? And particularily, dressed in a sort-of dressy way, with... flowers? "Wes," she started, looking at him in an odd way. Oh the attempt is sweet, Harlem thought to herself. Poor kiddo doesn't know what to do. Except she really didn't know if she was just toying with him or really liked him in a sort of way... well, she had tyler, and that was her boyfriend.
Okay so maybe all Harlem wanted to do was jump in the band boy's pants, but that wouldn't be fair without a couple love games, would it? Plus, Har loved games. With a bit of a tempting grin she smiled. "What are you doing here?" she asked, innocently, still looking over the fine looking boy on her doorstep.
STATUS: not done
WORDS: N/A
OUTFIT: picture aboveee. :]
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