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Post by emerson elizabeth ettridge on Feb 10, 2013 23:08:09 GMT -5
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] a number of WORDS FOR Evan/MiaHey there.. [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Emerson was having a good day. She had decided to actually wear summer clothing (instead of wearing jeans like she normally did), which allowed her to stay cool on this particularly hot day. Then, her favorite coffee shop was selling their special lemonade that only came around every few months. And then, she had finally been able to go faster on her new longboard than two miles per hour (any previous attempts had ended with her landing on the ground in a very awkward manner).
Where we enter the picture, Em was just lazily gliding down a pathway in the park. She sipped at her second lemonade of the day, occasionally giving herself a little push with her foot. Her headphones were over her ears, the new favorite song of hers(Beyond the Valley of the Three White Horses) on repeat.
She felt utterly and completely happy, and it hadn't been that way in a while. That last time she had felt that way was when she and her friends back in her life-before-death had gone sledding on Orchard Hill. It was strange to think that she could feel this way while she was alone, seeing as normally she would be over thinking things and worrying.
But that's what Emerson was. A worrier. It came naturally to her, just like her roommate Ace was confident, and her friend Traia was utterly lovable. But today, Em let it go. She let her worries, her fears, her demons go. She just focused on being happy. Em had learned a while ago that if she didn't do exactly that every so often, then she would become an overly stressed OCD freak. And, you know, that's not exactly a fun thing to be.
So in that day, Emerson became a better person for a while. A happy person. Someone who other people could look at and maybe even model themselves after. She became like that annoying girl at your school, who's only annoying because she was so happy all of the time. Like nothing could get her down.
But the small blonde tried not to over analyze it (well, anymore than she already had), and just boarded down the longer back-pathway to her favorite tree in the park.
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Post by Evan Gabriel Fletcher on Apr 15, 2013 9:20:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 565 Outfit: here Notes FINALLY.
Evan woke up with a start. He had that dream again - the one in which he clearly remembered his death. Everything up until that moment too. The music in his ears, the people he had biked past. The image of beautiful Germany in his mind, a perfect and clear day. It was warm, but it had a slight breeze. It had been such a lovely day. But then he remembered his bones breaking. Feeling the crush, almost hearing the crunch, the blaring of the horns. He hadn't died immediately. At least he didn't think so. He had heard a few screams, a few people calling out for help. But maybe that was just his mind making things up again. His wild imagination made him alter memories. Or get rid of some unpleasant memories in general. But in cases like this one, his imagination allowed him to remember this life changing moment in his life vividly. Not something that was too pleasant in Evan's opinion. He wished he could just forget it like everything else he'd forgotten over the years. But you can't just forget your death - it was far too important for the brain to scratch it out. Evan sat up straight for a few seconds, trying to get his breathing steady. When his heart stopped beating so quickly, he flopped back down onto his bed. It was already pretty late into the morning.
Deciding that eating brunch was better than just lying around on his bed, being terrified by his own death, Evan got dressed, pulling on a tshirt and jeans. He grabbed his messenger bag and put in a notebook, sketchpad, pencil, a book, and pens. He grabbed some money and shoved it into his pocket, along with his iPod and earbuds. He fished out his camp converse from under his bed, then scrambled around his dorm room looking for the other. He made a mental note to clean his dorm up a bit, just in case he ever got a roommate. Finally, headed out the door. Evan stretched once he was outside. The sun was out and it was warm; but the occasional breeze cooled him down. It was good to be out and about. He walked along the sidewalk, looking for a place to eat. He eventually found a nice little deli, ordered a sandwich, and headed over to the park. He put his earbuds in and turned on Maroon 5. Their album Songs About Jane, of course, because the older M5 music was the better music in his opinion. He bobbed his head to the beat of This Love, while he ate his sandwich.
When he made it to the park, he went down a path he normally didn't go down. He found that people generally didn't like down that far down, so Evan headed that way. He just wanted to be alone to write, or draw. It wasn't something he liked to do in the public. He reached a tree that was farther down, and sat down, his back against the bark. He finished eating his sandwich, then shoved the saran wrap into his bag. He pulled out his sketch pad and began sketching the scene before him - the trees, the flowers, the clouds in the sky. Evan was in a good mood. The horrors of the morning were far behind him.
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Post by emerson elizabeth ettridge on May 6, 2013 8:23:08 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] a number of WORDS FOR Evan/MiaHey look I'm not dead I hope your happy I pulled myself out of self-imposed exile for this. OUTFIT HEREHey there.. [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]You see, all Emerson wanted that day was to have a little rest underneath her favorite tree and to drink the small (okay, it was fucking huge but you know what? She didn't give a fuck) thermos of lemonade she had gotten the barista to fill up for her. It was actually kind of funny, because the look he had given her when she plonked the over-sized hunk of metal onto the counter was one of pure terror. Like the monstrosity was going to eat him if he touched it. Emerson gave a small chuckle about it as she boarded around the last corner, and her tree came into sight.
The thing about Em's tree, is that is was supposed to be her tree. No one (except for those who she decided could visit Arboris) was supposed to know about him. He was in the secluded part of the park that was always fairly abandoned, due to the lack of things to do there. It was just trees, nothing special. So imagine her surprise, when she boarded up to the back of Arboris to see a pair of weirdly elongated legs sticking out from the other side.
She placed her board and backpack down onto the grass quietly, trying not to disturb the stranger. As she slowly crept around the tree to get a look at this stranger, her eyes widened in surprise as she saw a boy sitting there. Staring at her.
I mean really, she should be expecting these things but no, she always has to make a fool of herself.
Needless to say, Emerson let out a quiet yelp and fell down on her side. Her glasses fell off of her face, and the entire world was suddenly blurry. Emerson squinted her eyes, trying to find the outline of her glasses, while still trying to make her introduction to this guy at least a little successful.
"Um, hello there." she started nervously. "You know what would be great, is if you could help me find my glasses because I can't exactly see and I was kinda hoping to look at you when I asked you why you're sitting next to Arboris and how you even made your way back here because no one really likes it here it's just kind of a miniature forest with nothing to do and I'm rambling aren't I but this could be over if you would just kindly help me find my glasses."
Yeah. Pretty successful introduction.
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Post by Evan Gabriel Fletcher on May 25, 2013 19:56:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 604 Outfit: here Notes lol i just finished writing this and you're at my door
Evan was just putting his finishing touches on his sketch when he heard a timid voice, "Um, hello there." Evan pulled one earbud out. The girl looked nervous. And she was squinting. At him? No, not at him, at the ground. It occurred to him that she maybe looking for glasses. "You know what would be great, is if you could help me find my glasses because I can't exactly see and I was kinda hoping to look at you when I asked you why you're sitting next to Arboris and how you even made your way back here because no one really likes it here it's just kind of a miniature forest with nothing to do and I'm rambling aren't I but this could be over if you would just kindly help me find my glasses, she finished. Evan just blinked at her for a few seconds, then let out a small laugh, and then tried to suppress the rest that were bubbling up inside him, "Pffttt… Ahha… Ahaha," he grinned up at the stranger, though he knew she couldn't see him. He had to admit though, he rather liked her. "It would be my pleasure to help you." Evan reached down and picked up the glasses that had fallen in front of him, "Found them," he told her. He took her hand gently, trying not to startle her, and then placed the glasses in her open palm. He rested his back against the tree once more and looked down at his sketch, "As for being back here, I could ask you the same thing. No one ever bothers to go down here. No one ever bothers to visit… Arboris, did you call it?" Evan patted one of the roots beside him.
Glancing down at the sketchbook again, it occurred to Evan that the stranger might see his work. Something he was not typically fond of because let's be honest, chicks don't really dig the whole artist thing. At least not from his experience. Evan fiddled with the corner of the page, trying to decided whether to put it away or keep it out. Either decision didn't change much - in fact, it wouldn't change much in the long run. But Evan didn't like it when people saw or read his work. To be honest, he was mostly afraid of criticism. He knew he was harsh on himself, and there was always a part of him that hoped maybe it was better than he thought it was. But what if it wasn't? What if everyone agreed that his art was as bad as he thought it was? That was a terrifying thought. It almost made Evan want to stop making art. But if he did, what would keep him sane?
It was a beautiful morning. And Evan decided he wasn't going to let his thoughts ruin it. Besides, he had pretty company and good music going. That was enough to eliminate any previous fears and worries. The girl probably didn't even care about what he was doing. Hell, she may just ask him to leave. And honestly, though Evan could be a total asshole, he knew how to respect a girl's boundaries. So he would leave if she asked. But there was no harm in introducing himself before that time came, right? "Hey. The name's Evan," he grinned at his newfound company, "What's yours? I like to put names to pretty faces." Evan couldn't help it. He was a flirt. Hopefully she wouldn't take it too badly.
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Post by emerson elizabeth ettridge on May 26, 2013 19:53:34 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 631 WORDS FOR Evan/MiaHey there.. [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]The beautiful laughter that bubbled from the boy's lips caused a scarlet blush to rush up to Emerson's cheeks. She tilted her head down, a defense tactic she had picked up years ago that draped her hair down around her face, successfully creating a small barrier in between herself and the stranger. Her hands continued to pat the ground in a desperate attempt to pull at least some shred of her dignity from the dirt.
"It would be my pleasure." were the words that caused her to whip her head up in confusion (and in the direction of his voice). So, wait, he actually wanted to help her? She had just assumed that his laughter was a sign of his malicious intentions, not that he was politely amused (which is the british way of saying that he found it funny). She just murmured her thanks, and went back to feeling up the ground. It was only a few seconds before she heard him say, "Found them,", and felt a warm hand lightly grasping her own. Her eyes widened, because this boy was holding her hand it was really warm and nice and it made her stomach flutter just the tiniest bit because this boy was holding her hand. Her mouth gaped a little bit, making a little fish face for a few seconds, before she jerked backwards and into an awkward sitting position. Her hands quickly shoved the offending optical accessory onto her face, and suddenly she could see the scene in front of her.
Em's new point of view gave her a new view of this boy and good god this boy was no boy. This was a young man, quite obviously. She pushed her hair behind her ears, and gave him a hesitant smile. "As for being back here, I could ask you the same thing. No one ever bothers to go down here. Not one ever bothers to visit… Arboris, did you call it?" He patted the root beside him, and Emerson took that as an invitation to go sit next to him. She crawled over on her hands and knees (not in that way, you perverted fuck). After plonking herself down on the ground beside him, she picked a small dandelion from the grass. The little yellow petals provided a distraction for her fingers and a relaxant for her mind as she attempted to talk to this man-god-person beside her.
The guy gave her a blinding grin, and said, "Hey. The name's Evan. What's yours? I like to put names to pretty faces."
Okay, so if Em's blush from earlier was as bright as a cherry, then this one was a mother fucking firetruck. She just stared ahead, her eyes boring holes into a tree across the small expanse of grass in front of them. "It's, uh, Emerson. But, you can call me Em. If you want. If you don't then that's perfectly understandable, I mean we only just met. Probably not on the whole 'hey let's call each other by nicknames because we're such good mates' phase yet. But you know. Whatever floats your boat." She looked down again, staring at the little ring her fingers had absent-mindedly twirled into existence out of the little dandelion.
"And as for being back here, I don't really know. I came back here when I was really upset one day, and it just made me… happier I guess. It sounds stupid, but sometimes I just need someone to listen and the fact that trees can't run away and can't judge you makes them a pretty good prospect. Sorry, that's a bit personal. I'm not trying to scare you or anything."
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Post by Evan Gabriel Fletcher on May 26, 2013 22:48:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 739 Outfit: here Notes ahhahahahahhhhh...
The girl gave him a small smile after she had gotten her glasses on and Evan smiled back. Ev had to admit, she was cute. Unconventionally cute. Like some guys would walk past her and think nothing of it, and instead gape at the girl with huge tits and a botoxed face. But Evan had never liked girls like that. Sure - they were pretty, nice to have on the arm, and fun to date - but they weren't beautiful. Not like this girl when she smiled. Not like those unconventionally pretty girls who go unnoticed until you get a good look, and you realize, hey, she is actually gorgeous. At least that's how Evan felt. He'd always appreciated the beautiful girls rather than the "hot" ones; not that he told his mates this. No, he kept quiet and played along. Because that was the only way he'd ever get friends. And dates. "Hot" girls didn't even pretend to be modest - compliment them a few times and they're hooked on you. Although, some of his friends did agree with him; those were the friends Evan trusted most. If they could see beauty like he could, maybe they'd see beauty in his art.
Evan watched her pick away at the dandelion petals. Quietly, above a whisper but not loud enough for her to hear it clearly, Evan said, "Loves me, loves me not, loves me…" he let his voice trail off. Maybe she'd heard his little comment. Evan wasn't sure. He glanced over at her, to find that her face was a bit red. Evan suppressed a smile. She stared ahead at other trees as she spoke, "It's, uh, Emerson. But, you can call me Em. If you want. If you don't then that's perfectly understandable, I mean we only just met. Probably not on the whole 'hey let's call each other by nicknames because we're such good mates' phase yet. But you know. Whatever floats your boat." Evan couldn't help but laugh some more. This girl had a personality and her British accent made it even better. "Emerson, I'd love to call you Em," Evan began, leaning a tiny bit closer to her, "if it meant that we'd be 'good mates' sooner." He smiled at her, then shifted away from her again, "You can call me Ev if you'd like. Ev and Em. Kinda cute, huh?" he let out another laugh. This was all too much fun. He was very happy with his newfound company.
Em twirled the dandelion and continued to speak. She wasn't looking at Evan - something he didn't particularly like, partly because he couldn't see her face (and she couldn't see his). "And as for being back here, I don't really know. I came back here when I was really upset one day, and it just made me… Happier I guess. It sounds stupid, but sometimes I just need someone to listen and the fact that trees can't run away and can't judge you makes them a pretty good prospect," Evan was surprised at how straight forward she was, "Sorry, that's a bit personal. I'm not trying to scare you or anything." Evan was really was shocked - not in a bad way, if that was a thing. He was glad that she actually told him the truth. He was also glad that they weren't talking about trivial things, unlike most conversations with girls. For some reason, clothes, the weather, and how nice a girl looked on said day was basically what dominated the conversation. Not to great if you asked Evan. "Was if guy troubles? I'm sorry that three quarters of my gender sucks. We're not all bad," Evan began, and honestly, he was being genuine. He knew guys could be assholes; hell, he was an asshole. But at least apologizing might make it better. "Besides, if you ever need someone to listen, I'll be here. With Arboris."
This conversation was getting a bit too serious for people who were meeting for the first time. Evan tried to lighten it up a bit, "You're not scaring me off. On the contrary, I really rather like you. You're interesting," Evan then added, "In a good way." Just in case she took it the wrong way. That might've been disastrous if she did.
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Post by emerson elizabeth ettridge on May 27, 2013 14:46:26 GMT -5
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Em laughed. "Em and Ev. I like that. But you think I'm interesting? You don't really know me that well, I don't know how you could think I'm interesting. Speaking of which, why don't you tell me about you? I've practically told you my mother's maiden name, and all I know is that your name is Evan and that you apparently like to draw" she said, poking his little sketchbook. She couldn't help but be reminded of Olliver, that sweet little kid.
It was while he was talking that Em decided to return the favor and grab his hand. She pulled his right hand over to her, and slid the little ring onto his thumb (as the size was too big for his other fingers). She held the hand up to the light, and examined it like a jewel thief would examine his newest gem. "Yeah, I think that'll do, she then placed his hand back down on the ground, and gave it a little pat. It only then occurred how inappropriate that probably was, and she quickly retracted her hand. Another blush graced her face, and she wrapped her arms around her middle in an attempt at restraining herself. But she couldn't really help it. This guy made her feel happy and safe and nervous at the same time. Plus he was gorgeous, so that was a plus right there.
Em pulled her knees up to her chest then, and rested her chin on her knees. She tilted her head towards the midday sun, and appreciated the nice warmth it radiated on her. It was truly a summer day. A bit of breeze blew her hair to the side, exposing her neck. The happy let-everything-go feeling that she had felt earlier in the day had come back in full force, and she was loving it.
Em suddenly had an idea, and she turned to her newfound companion. "Do you wanna play the question game? It's just where we ask each other questions, until someone gets too embarrassed to answer. It's really fun, unless you're too chicken," Em grinned at Evan, and poked his chest at her "chicken" comment. She then proceeded to hum the song that went along the chicken dance, and wiggled her body a bit in a (very poor) attempt at dancing along to it. She never really was the most graceful of gazelles.
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Post by Evan Gabriel Fletcher on May 27, 2013 19:51:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 619 Outfit: here Notes channelling my inner sips
"Em and Ev," she repeated, and he smiled, "I like that." He nodded. He liked it even better when she said it. British accents made everything better. "But you think I'm interesting? You don't really know me that well, I don't know how you could think I'm interesting." Evan grinned. She had a point. But still, it wasn't enough for him to change his opinion. "All pretty faces are interesting, regardless of how well I know them. Besides, this conversation isn't about what girls usually talk about." And that's what made her interesting. Honestly. He wasn't used to this line of conversation, but hey, he was a charismatic bastard, he could keep up with it.
"Speaking of which, why don't you tell me about you? I've practically told you my mother's maiden name and all I know is that your name is Evan and that you apparently like to draw." Evan immediately felt self conscious about his sketch pad and shoved it into his backpack - as casually as possible. "Oh that's nothing. But you want to get to know me? Cute," he gave a small smile and looked down at his hands, "Well, the name's Evan Gabriel Fletcher. Do me a favor and remember it," he grinned up at her, "But then again, how could you ever forget?" he teased her. "I'm Italian, but grew up in America; I later moved to Germany. I have two little brothers named Dan and Phil, and my best mate's name is Chris." he let out a low whistle. "Enough about me though. I like to keep some mystery."
While he was talking, Em took his hand. He was surprised, but continued on, enjoying the almost-hand-holding. Her hands were soft and they were delicate and gentle with his. She slipped the dandelion she had been fiddling with onto his thumb - she had made it into a ring. When he finished speaking, she held his hand up to the light and said, "Yeah, I think that'll do." Evan's first impulse was to take her hand and kiss the back of it, as a prince would do, but he felt it would be better to save that for some other time. Most girls would swoon, but Ev got the feeling she'd be freaked out. Instead he chose to tease her, saying, "Are you proposing to me already? Why, I know I'm handsome, but this is all happening so quickly!" he pretended to be flustered, but he couldn't keep up the act. His lips broke out into a grin and he laughed.
They sat there for a moment, soaking in the sunlight. Evan didn't mind the quiet, so he let it stay. After another moment or two, Emerson said, "Do you wanna play the question game? It's just where we ask each other questions, until someone gets too embarrassed to answer. It's really fun, unless you're too chicken," she poked his chest and proceeded to do the chicken dance. Evan burst out laughing. "I don't know, it gets rid of my little mystery thing," he smiled a bit and continued, "But if it means I get to know you better, I'm game. But I'm going first." Evan sat for a second and thought about what he could possibly ask her. "Name of your first crush. If it's not me, I might cry." Part of Evan was joking, but another part of him was seriously curious. Not that he'd even know the guy, but he just wanted to know something more.
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Post by emerson elizabeth ettridge on May 27, 2013 21:27:45 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] bitch does it look like I'm counting WORDS FOR Evan/MiaHey there.. [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]
Emerson bit her bottom lip and inhaled, trying to contain the smile that her muscles were itching to create. She couldn't help but let a small, breathy laugh out before beginning, though."Well I guess you're not exactly gonna be chuffed, because even though I hate to see a cute boy cry, I'm still an Abe Lincoln at heart. My first crush was in primary school - sorry, that's elementary school for you. There was this boy who was in my class, and he always shared his crayons with me. I thought it was love at the time." she smiled at the memory, and continued on with her story. She, for once, actually wanted to tell this guy about herself. Because if she did, then that meant that she would learn more about him.
"I eventually told him of my obviously undying passion, and he just ran away screaming about my "cooties" or some malarkey like that. Needless to say I was crushed, but eventually I got over him." Em smiled over at Evan. He actually seemed to be paying attention to her story, which she took as a good sign. She quickly looked over to her bag behind the tree, and awkwardly reached over to it. After pulling it into her lap, she yanked out her phone and pressed play. A soft song began playing, and she placed the electronic device between the two of them.
"There," she began. "That'll be good." Em then looked over to Evan, and pursed her lips together. Her mind racked itself to try to find a suitable question. Something that wasn't too hard, but not too impersonal . She needed to show that she was interested, without actually showing that she was interested. And people wondered why she never bothered trying to meet people.
"Okay. So. I'm just gonna jump right into it here. Most embarrassing memory, go." Emerson adjusted herself so she was sitting in front of Evan now, sitting criss-cross-applesauce and waiting for his reply.
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Post by Evan Gabriel Fletcher on Jun 1, 2013 14:15:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 736 Outfit: here Notes FINALLY.
"Well I guess you're not exactly gonna be chuffed, because even though I hate to see a cute boy cry, I'm still an Abe Lincoln at heart," she said with a breathy laugh. "Ahh, dammit! I was really hoping…" Evan made a pouty face, "Continue anyway." First crushes were really something. You never really forgot who they were - same with went with first girlfriends [or boyfriends]. "My first crush was in primary school - sorry, that's elementary school for you. There was this boy who was in my class, and he always shared his crayons with me. I thought it was love at the time." Evan couldn't help it, he laughed. Not really at her, but the idea of an innocent child's love. He thought back to his own little kid days; he remembered when Dan and Phil were born. He was excited to be an older brother. He wondered if he'd ever fallen in love because of stupid little things. He remembered there was this girl he used to share his snacks with and she later kissed him on the cheek - the teacher came running over and told her to stop. She promptly started bawling. Evan smiled. Childhood was just… Innocent. "I eventually told him of my obviously undying passion, and he just ran away screaming about my 'cooties' or some malarkey like that. Needless to say I was crushed, but eventually I got over him."
Evan nodded. That sounded about right. Emerson pulled over her bag and got out her phone. She fiddled with it, then soft music started playing. "There. That'll be good." Evan smiled. A girl after his own heart. Music had always been a small part of his life. He could sing, write songs, and play a little of guitar. Nothing more. He also rather liked the ukulele. But nothing more. Listening to music was more of his thing. Besides, the only real reason he had for learning how to play guitar was trying to woo girls. Pathetic, but true. Evan really rather liked playing the guitar. He wasn't any good, but just a few chords generally sufficed.
Music was something that really touched people - including Evan. Some people used to say that he was cold hearted for misleading girls, but honestly, even someone "like him" found something in music. Something about certain songs touched him. He remembered there was at least one girl that he rather liked. But at the same time, he didn't love her. But that was beside the point. She made him a CD of songs that made her think of them. Evan didn't touch it, he just let it sit and collect dust. They broke up after a week, as usual, but when Evan went back and found the CD a few weeks later, when he listened to it he started crying. He didn't really want to; but it was just a bit saddening to think of everything they'd done, and how he'd just left her. Given, she had seen it coming, but it was still depressing. Evan kept the CD. He still had it here in Dirge. It made him feel nostalgic.
Okay. So. I'm just gonna jump right into it here. Most embarrassing memory, go." Evan laughed. He wasn't sure where to begin. Dating girls generally came with really embarrassing moments. But, he'd just have to pick one. "Ah, let's see. Well, one time I was making out with this girl, and I mean, she was really getting into it. I didn't particularly like her; I don't even know why I was there," Evan began, recalling his high school years, "So ah, we were there in her room and she pushes me down. And her brother walks in and starts freaking out. I just started laughing. On my way out I jokingly kissed him on the cheek. He was stunned. He just stood there and I laughed some more and walked out." He paused, letting it sink in. "To make matters worse, turns out, her brother was secretly gay and he proceeded to have a crush on me until I moved out of the town." He laughed for a bit. "Okay my turn. Where is your favorite place in the world? Hint: the answer is here with me."
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Post by emerson elizabeth ettridge on Jun 2, 2013 16:06:47 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] a number of WORDS FOR Evan/MiaHey there.. [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]"To make matters worse, turns out, her brother was secretly gay and he proceeded to have a crush on me until I moved out of the town."
Emerson just stared at him for a moment. And then laughed.
But she didn't just normal person laughed, no, she Emerson laughed. Her eyes squinted, her nose squished up, her mouth opened up into huge grin. She herself had never really liked her laugh much, because the combination of her bell-like laughter and her tendency to snort was not exactly attractive. But it was her laugh, and when she had tried to change it years ago it had ended in an even worse laugh.
But, she was brought down from her giddiness by Evan saying, ""Okay my turn. Where is your favorite place in the world? Hint: the answer is here with me.". Em stifled a few giggles before answering. "Well. In Dirge, it actually is here." To emphasize her point, she patted the ground fondly. "Arboris was my first friend, after all. But I guess you being here is okay as well." She dead-panned her last sentence, in an attempt to get Evan to believe her. Of course she couldn't keep a straight face for an extended period of time, and eventually cracked a smile.
"But," she continued, "If we're talking about life before death, then it would probably be underneath the bleachers at the high school I went to. I was ah, not exactly the most accepted, of people there. And by that mean is that I basically had no friends until my last year of secondary school. I guess it was my safe place. While the rest of the school would be hanging out at the front garden, sorry, yard, I would be there. No one ever found me there. It was nice. By the time my second year ended, I had stashed a cooler with some snacks in it and duck taped a small light to the underside of the seats. I even had some books back there." She smiled at the memories that came flooding back to her. Eating crisps while listening to music, reading a multitude of novels, watching youtube videos on her laptop. It was a safe haven inside of her own personal hell.
Emerson laughed and looked down. "Actually, I lied. Someone did find me. It was this TA, some twenty-something guy doing his observation semester. He had come back there because he heard my music. I didn't actually notice him until he tapped me on the shoulder, and when he did I started internally freaking out. So I sort of bribed him with crisps and he just sat down and asked me who I was listening to. We actually were acquaintance-type-people for a bit, before he had to leave. But still, the company was nice."
Em looked back up at Evan's face. "Okay. First kiss. Go."
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Post by Evan Gabriel Fletcher on Jun 2, 2013 17:31:04 GMT -5
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Apparently Emerson liked the story, because she started laughing. Really hard. And her laugh was enough for Evan to laugh. It was unique, much like the girl who possessed it. Maybe other people didn't really like the snorting, but Evan found it to be quirky and cute; it added to the awkward British girl's personality. He grinned over at her. Maybe this wasn't going to be something temporary after all. He sort of hoped it would be, but he was also really scared of the idea of having something, well, serious. It wasn't something that was totally new to Evan but it was something that he wasn't quite used to.The idea made him nervous but excited - there was a word for that, wasn't there? - right, apprehensive. He was apprehensive about this. But the excitement overruled the nervousness.
Almost.
"Well. In Dirge, it actually is here. Arboris was my first friend, after all. But I guess you being here is okay as well." She told him with a dead panned face. Evan got nervous for a second, but then Emerson cracked a smile. Evan grinned and bit his lip, then pouted a bit. "'Okay'? 'Okay'?" Evan let out a low whistle and leaned back against the tree, placing both of his hands behind his head, "Damn, you're really playing hard to get, huh?" he grinned and looked up at the foliage above them, "It's okay though. Keep it up. Next thing you know, you'll be mine." He played it off as a joke, but honestly, part of him really did like that idea. She was just… Different. In a very, lovely, refreshing, maddening, love inducing, heart wrenching, unconventional, amazingly wonderful way. And he couldn't get enough of it; even forever wouldn't be adequate time.
"But, if we're talking about life before death, then it would probably be underneath the bleachers at the high school I went to," Evan turned to look at her. He was really rather interested in her past life. It wasn't something people in Dirge generally talked about, "I was ah, not exactly the most accepted, of people there. And by that mean is that I basically had no friends until my last year of secondary school. I guess it was my safe place." Evan nodded, but said nothing. This just wasn't the time to interrupt, for he felt, she was telling him something personal. And that meant something to him. It wasn't everyday you met someone who was willing to talk about hard times. "While the rest of the school would be hanging out at the front garden, sorry, yard, I would be there. No one ever found me there. It was nice. By the time my second year ended, I had stashed a cooler with some snacks in it and duck taped a small light to the underside of the seats. I even had some books back there." She smiled, but not at him. Most likely at the memory of that place, her safe haven. Evan did have a few of those places himself. Sometimes girls and school and keeping up a social status got to him.
Emerson let out a laugh and continued, "Actually, I lied. Someone did find me. It was this TA, some twenty-something guy doing his observation semester. He had come back there because he heard my music. I didn't actually notice him until he tapped me on the shoulder, and when he did I started internally freaking out. So I sort of bribed him with crisps and he just sat down and asked me who I was listening to. We actually were acquaintance-type-people for a bit, before he had to leave. But still, the company was nice." The TA huh? Evan almost felt a pang of jealousy. Almost. But not quite. It wasn't in his place to feel jealous. "Ahhh, shit -" Evan sucked in a deep breath, "I have competition." Evan grinned over at her. He knew it wasn't competition. But part of him wished that maybe he'd been there for her down on Earth. Even if they probably lived countries away. "Okay. First kiss. Go."
Evan started laughing. His first kiss? Man, he almost forgot about that. "Well, it was in third grade. Martha had this huuuuuuge crush on me. Everyone knew it. During recess she invited to swing with her. I'm a gentleman, of course I didn't refuse. We were swinging and when we stopped she planted one right here," Evan tapped his lips, "The teacher yelled at her, but she thought that kissing me made us a thing. Of course I ended it right there." Evan nodded and smiled a bit. "Alright, alright. I got one. I'm gonna cheat and ask you two, but you'll have to deal with it. I'm not the one playing hard to get. Favorite word and book."
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Post by emerson elizabeth ettridge on Jun 2, 2013 20:08:51 GMT -5
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Em smiled at the laughter that came from Evan's lips before he started his answer. "Well, it was in third grade. Martha had this huuuuuuge crush on me. Everyone knew it. During recess she invited to swing with her. I'm a gentleman, of course I didn't refuse. We were swinging and when we stopped she planted one right here," Evan tapped his lips, "The teacher yelled at her, but she thought that kissing me made us a thing. Of course I ended it right there."
She laughed at the idea of a young Evan. He just seemed to fit his young adult body so well, it was hard to imagine him as anything else. In fact, his everything seemed to fit himself. HIs laugh, his eyes, his smile, his hair. It all combined into this one glorious guy who actually seemed to be interested in her (a miracle in itself). He just gave her butterflies in her stomach and flutter flies in her heart, which was really really scary, considering that last time she was interested in a guy she kind of, well, died.
"Alright, alright. I got one. I'm gonna cheat and ask you two, but you'll have to deal with it. I'm not the one playing hard to get. Favorite word and book."
Em's eyes widened at the thought of choosing not only a favorite word, but a favorite book. She couldn't remember most of the books she had read, as she tended to devour through them in one sitting. "Ah-ur-muhrm. Oh good godzilla, did you have to choose the two hardest questions in the world?" Emerson laughed. "I mean, seriously. It's like you're asking me to choose between my children." Her mind racked itself to try to think of a word worthy of a the title, "Favorite". It took her about thirty seconds of chewing on her lip and running her hand through here hair to finally come up with an answer for both.
"Okay. Okay. So. Word. My favorite of them. I'd have to say… defenestration. The act of throwing someone or something out of the window. I mean, obviously I have to use that one a lot when I'm explaining some stuff, but you know.." she trailed off at the end, giving Evan a little smile to let him know she was joking. "Favorite book though, I'm gonna have to cheat a bit. The Lord of the Rings trilogy is amazing and stupendous and fantastic and just everything good in the world."
Emerson turned her head to the sky, and closed her eyes. The sunlight was warm on her face, and she decided to let out her hair from it's loose ponytail. It all spilled out and fell out around her face like a weird blonde-yellow waterfall. Multiple strands of it fell into her face, and she blew at them to try to remove them. Her eyes crossed while she was focusing on the strands, and she got most of them out of her way. Em left a couple in the way just because she didn't want to deal with them.
She looked back at Evan, and tried to think of a question to ask him. "Okay. Question. Question. So… what's your favorite tely show? And if you say something like Cops I don't think I can talk to you anymore." Em laughed, and decided that even if he did like mindless cop shows, he would still be pretty damn awesome.
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Post by Evan Gabriel Fletcher on Jun 2, 2013 21:22:09 GMT -5
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"Ah-ur-muhrm. Oh good godzilla, did you have to choose the two hardest questions in the world? I mean seriously. It's like you're asking me to choose between my children," Emerson said with a laugh. Evan grinned. So she liked stories, huh? This just made everything that much better. Stories were something at had always resonated with Evan. He used stories to escape reality, make his own world, anything. He just loved hearing stories, reading them, seeing them, writing them, anything was good. As long as it had a story. They helped him escape reality and find a place to hide for a bit and forget that the world wasn't as promising as it seemed to be when he was a kid. Plus his parents used to read to Dan, Phil, and him when they were tiny little things. Eventually Evan grew out of children's books and would instead read to himself. He used to read every book in his elementary school classrooms, then head over to the library and find more. Quite honestly, he was the quintessence of a bookworm.
"Children? Choose between your children? You have children? Damn, I'm so late." Evan joked. Emerson continued, "Okay. Okay. So. Word. My favorite of them. I'd have to say… defenestration. The act of throwing someone or something out of the window. I mean, obviously I have to use that one a lot when I'm explaining some stuff, but you know.." She gave him a smile and he laughed. Not a bad word. Evan put up his hands in defense, "Geez, remind me not to get on your bad side!" he laughed again. "Favorite book though, I'm gonna have to cheat a bit. The Lord of the Rings trilogy is amazing and stupendous and fantastic and just everything good in the world." He smiled. Somehow, that just seemed so, well, Emerson to say the least. He loved it. He'd actually never read the trilogy, but he was going to get around to it. Eventually.
Evan looked over at Em. She had taken out her ponytail, and was trying to blow strands of hair out of her face. Evan laughed. "Hey…" He said softly. Evan carefully reached over with his left hand, placing a few fingers under her chin. He gently made her look at him and he carefully brushed the remaining strains of hair out of her face, tucking them behind her ear. He let his fingers linger on her cheek, reluctant to let go, but then pulled away. He smiled shyly at her, "Did you really think you could blow all of the strands away?" he joked.
Leaning back against Arboris, Evan waited for Emerson to ask a question. "Okay. Question. Question. So… what's your favorite tely show? And if you say something like Cops I don't think I can talk to you anymore." Emerson laughed. "Damn, I was about to say Cops," Evan joked, "But in all seriousness I'd have to say…" TV? There were a lot of shows he watched, for he did love stories. But his favorite one? There was Psych, with the hilarious psychic and his sidekick. There as also 24 with great action. Castle, a mystery writer on the police force. Doctor Who, a time traveling mad man with a box. Of course there was always "Once Upon a Time. Now, don't judge! It is really fantastic. But only the first season. The second season is terrible. But I do like other shows. It's just hard to pick."
Evan checked his watch. He silently cursed to himself. He had to go to class soon. He was enjoying his time with Emerson, so he totally forgot about his classes. But, every good thing came with a goodbye. He was sure he'd see her again. "I have to go after this, I have afternoon classes you see. But I have one more question. Quite honestly, it should have been my first question, but oh well," he bit his lip and looked up at her, "Say, Emerson, do you have a boyfriend?" He was almost anxious waiting for the answer, but he said nothing else.
He grinned at her reply. He was relieved she didn't have a boyfriend, or that would be terribly problematic. Evan gathered his stuff to get ready to go. He stood up; he looked down at her, and he couldn't help but feel sad. And then, just like that, almost like an instinct, he knelt down in front of her [on one knee], their faces inches away. He put two fingers under her chin and gently lifted it up. Evan quickly kissed her cheek - not long enough for it to be awkward, but long enough for it to make an impression. He stood up again, grinning. "It was truly a pleasure to meet you, Emerson. I hope to see you again soon." And with that, he headed down the path back to civilization. He did look back, just once. Just to make sure he hadn't been dreaming, and that whatever that just was, was real. And she was still there, against the tree, right where he'd kissed her. And Evan had never felt more relieved.
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Post by emerson elizabeth ettridge on Jun 2, 2013 22:26:04 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] a number of WORDS FOR Evan/MiaHey there.. [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] "Once Upon a Time. Now, don't judge! It is really fantastic. But only the first season. The second season is terrible. But I do like other shows. It's just hard to pick." Emerson smiled at his flustered expression, and could relate. There were too many good telly shows around. Doctor Who, Sherlock, House Hunters International…
She saw him check his watch, and took that as a bad sign. Normally checking watches meant that the person was either having a bad time and was wondering when it would be polite to leave, or that they had somewhere to go. Either option wasn't exactly great in Em's book.
"I have to go after this, I have afternoon classes you see. But I have one more question. Quite honestly, it should have been my first question, but oh well," he bit his lip, and Emerson felt her insides melt a little bit.
"Say, Emerson, do you have a boyfriend?". Emerson blinked. And then laughed. She laughed and laughed and laughed, complete with snorting and all, because the mere idea of herself being attractive enough for someone to, well, court was preposterous. "Oh, oh no. No one has ever really been romantically interested in me, let alone liked me enough to be their girlfriend."
Emerson's giggles subsided as a grin graced Evan's face. He gathered his things together, and stood up.
And then the whole world stopped as he lifted her chin, and placed a small kiss on her cheek.
Emerson's cheeks flamed as he pulled away, and grinned at her again. "It was truly a pleasure to meet you, Emerson. I hope to see you again soon." She opened her mouth, and managed to stutter out a reply. "A-ah, y-yeah. Me t-too." Evan turned around and headed down the path that led back to.. well, everything. Emerson needed an outlet for all of the feelings she felt inside. The combination of his brushing her hair out of her face, and the whole KISSING HER FACE thing was too much. So she flailed and rolled around and squealed just a bit. Only a bit.
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