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Post by Tiff on Jan 18, 2011 1:15:14 GMT -5
Chelsea blushed with him and with a huge grin on her face she turned away from him and started toward the door. "Abby isn't much of a talker." She said, unlocking the door and opening it. "She will not grill you. She'll grill you a burger, but that's about as far as that goes. She won't lecture you or me and I promise she will not make you pass out." She turned to him. "I'm glad you think I'm cute and I guess since we're getting things out of the way, I'm glad you're cute too. Though I think I might have found you cute even if you weren't, just because you're smart and creative."
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 18, 2011 1:33:00 GMT -5
Bo watched her and followed behind her with a light smile playing on his lips. He nodded as she said that her sister wouldn't grill him, he was definitely glad of that and let out an internal sigh of relief. He smiled as she told him he was cute and he laughed softly, "Wow, I wish I took the high road like that. I feel kind of shallow now," he said, teasing of course, because he probably would've still liked her even though she wasn't the cutest. He smiled again. "But thank you for the compliment," he said as he ran his hand through his hair. "I'm glad you think I'm smart and creative, I hope you still think I am by the time this date is over..." He wasn't so sure, she might find him smart and creative, or she might think he's a creep, he didn't really know, but he hoped it was the former.
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Post by Tiff on Jan 18, 2011 1:53:59 GMT -5
Chelsea shook her head and laughed. "I hope this doesn't offend you, but I was thinking your comment sounded a little shallow, but I think you have a right to be." She nodded her head in the direction of the door, hoping he'd follow her. "I'd only be offended if you didn't think I was cute, so please don't think I'm judging you." She watched him run his hand through his hair and her smile spread wider, that was one of the cutest things a guy could do. "You will always be creative and smart to me, you bravely left a book on a bench in the coffee house that you work in, in hopes that a girl might pick it up and fall head over heals for you through writing. Now I know we've only been talking for a few days and this date has only lasted for maybe five minutes, but you're intent is working, I've already started to fall head over heals for you." She looked down at her shoes, most definitely not heals. "Or I guess head over flats for you."
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 18, 2011 2:14:36 GMT -5
He smirked, "No, I'm not offended, I am what I am, can't help that. If I'm shallow so be it," he shrugged lightly. "And for the record I wouldn't have said anything about the way you looked if I didn't find you attractive, I'm not rude along with shallow, just... shallow. Wow, I'm making myself sound like an asshole, can we start over one more time please?" he asked before turning lightly on his heels only to turn back around at her next statement. He started to smile again, the corners of his mouth slowly turning up as she spoke. He looked down with her to her flats and smiled. "You knwo what? I never really understood that saying. I mean, isn't your head typically above your heels, or flats in this case, I suppose?" he asked lightly with another smile. He leaned forward toward her, "But for today's purposes, I'm going to have to say that I'm starting to fall more heels over head for you." He looked down at his feet and smiled, "Or Sperry's over head, rather."
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Post by Tiff on Jan 18, 2011 2:33:30 GMT -5
Chelsea laughed, they hadn't even made it out of her living room and she was already amused and even felt like she'd known him for ages instead of a couple of days. "I don't think you sound like an asshole, just a bit blunt, which is actually a sexy characteristic in my book." She shook her head. "I don't think we can start over again, my second first impression of you is up there, you've set the bar really high and I'm not really sure you'll be able to touch it if you tried again." She shrugged. "I don't really get it either, yeah, my head is over my heels, but I suppose what they mean is you like someone enough that you could do cart wheels or something." She tilted her head and made a 'not sure' face and then went back to a normal pose. "That still doesn't really explain it though, I like your revised version better, from now on I'm going to be 'Flats over head' for things instead." She giggled and smiled again, doubling back to him in the center of her living room and taking his hand again. "But for now, let's put those Sperry's to good use and get you downstairs before the ice cream is all gone." She boldly laced her fingers with his and took the first step down the stairs.
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 18, 2011 2:49:42 GMT -5
Bo smirked, "Oh well I'm glad that's sexy to you then, my being a douche. That's always a characteristic I tell my sister to look for," he said sarcastically. "I also tell her that she sould go for the theives and killers too, they seem safe to me." He watched her as she spoke of his revised saying, happy that she liked it. "Im glad you like it, but I can't take full credit, I mean, it is in a Boys Like Girls song, so that goes out to whoever wrote that one..." He looked back down at the floor and licked his lips before he felt her hand around his. He looked back up at her intently, a thoughtful gaze in his piercing green eyes. He smiled as her fingers laced between his and watched her. "You guys must sell a lot of milkshakes if you run out of ice cream at eleven forty-five in the morning," he said, mainly tesing. He followed her down the stairs, watching her the entire time.
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Post by Tiff on Jan 18, 2011 2:57:27 GMT -5
Chelsea gave Bo a meaningful look and continued down the stairs where you got a clear view of both the kitchen and the supply room. "You should add rapists to your list too, give her an even four options to choose from." She teased as well. "You are right, it is in a Boys Like Girls song, should we add con artist to the list then?" She giggled, this was amusing her. "To tell you the truth, we have run out of ice cream before. It's not a common occurrence, but I accidentally forgot to put ice cream on the order list and by eleven forty-five one morning, we really had run out of ice cream." She shrugged. "My life is just full of coincidences." She looked over her shoulder at him and winked.
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 18, 2011 7:14:03 GMT -5
Bo smirked at her add on suggestion, "Well, I thought of adding in the rapists, just for a little flavor, but my sister limestone have three options. That's one of her things, she likes threes. Like I like composition books... You know what's funny, I didn't think I could fall for a spiral girl, but I guess I was wrong..." He held up his free hand, "Whoa. Shouldn't you at least give me some ice if you're gonna start hatin' and burnin'?" he asked. "And I gave them their credit. I didn't say I made it up. Just because you assume something doesn't make it true. You know. It makes an ass of you," he said lightly. He raised a brow at her story, "I'm not sure I believe that... I think I might have to ask your sister if that's true or not... I mean after our first date and supposing we have a second date... Assuming that this date doesn't suck and I don't fail collossally," he said With a smirk, "Which is a big possibility..."
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Post by Tiff on Jan 18, 2011 14:43:56 GMT -5
Chelsea laughed and pushed through the swinging door and behind the counter. "I know you gave them credit." She turned to look at him, afraid that he might have been offended by her not giving him credit. "You can ask my sister anytime you like, but please don't lose faith on this date already." She waved to her sister in passing and sat herself at a booth.
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 18, 2011 16:32:26 GMT -5
Bo smiled, trying to make sure that she knew he had been kidding with her and that he wasn't offended by anything she'd said. He'd need to hold back on his sarcasm a little, but it just seemed natural. He gave a salute/wave to her sister as Chelsea waved to her and sat down on the opposite side of the booth, he felt like that would be the most appropriate for now. He licked his lips and smiled over at the cute blonde sitting across from him. "So, 'Mabel'," he started, "I feel like I've known you forever..."
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Post by Tiff on Jan 18, 2011 18:23:46 GMT -5
Abby saluted back at Bo and gave Chelsea a warm smile with a wink before continuing with her task. "I think the feeling is mutual, but I'm sure even friends of a life time still have things they don't really know about one another." Chelsea looked up as Abby stepped up to the table and placed two milkshakes on the table. "Banana Milkshake? And Vanilla. If you don't want banana I can get you something else." She said, taking two menus and placing them on the table for them as well. "Thanks Abby, we're just going to have the milkshakes, we'll get something to eat somewhere else." Abby gave her sister a shocked look, but winked and took the menus away. "Let me know if you want a different flavor." She gave Chelsea one good look and disappeared.
"Would you think it was weird if I told you my sister and I can hold lengthy conversations without even speaking a word? I'm not talking like telepathy or whatever, but like that look she just gave me meant I want to know every detail." She grinned and sipped on her milkshake. "But seriously if you want a different flavor."
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 18, 2011 18:54:49 GMT -5
Bo smiled and nodded, knowing that she was right, "Well then we have a big conversation ahead of us then, huh?" he asked with another smile before her sister was at their table and delivering their milkshakes. He grinned, she'd given him the same thing he got yesterday, which was exactly what he was going to order today. "No, you got it perfectly right, I was going to order that." He looked up at Abby as she started walking away. He turned back to Chelsea and smiled. He raised a brow, "Oh, so you're going to tell her every detail? Then I'd better try not to suck," he joked then shook his head as he took a drink from his milkshake. "No, this is really what I wanted to order, Banana is my favorite."
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Post by Tiff on Jan 18, 2011 19:15:51 GMT -5
Chelsea bit her bottom lip. "I wouldn't tell her everything exactly, I mean there are some aspects of my life that I don't feel my sister needs to know in detail. But she'll want to know the basics. Name, if I have your number, if I like you, if I'll see you again, how old you are? If you're a rapist, a thief, or a killer? You know those sort of details." She took another sip of her milkshake. "So as of right now I have your name, I'm missing your number, I'm pretty sure I'm going to see you again, I know you're almost 21, and all that's really vitally important is to know which of those three you are? So which one is it?" She winked.
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 18, 2011 19:33:21 GMT -5
Bo nodded as he sipped on his milkshake while she explained the 'basics' of what her sister would want to know. He laughed at the last detail that she would need. He shook his head lightly, "Well, I think we can take care of all of this. He took a napkin from the holder beside the wall and took the pen from his pocket where the notebook resided and scribbled out his phone number. "There. My name is Bo, that's my number, I hope you'll want to see me again, I'm twenty years old and I will be twenty-one on August 18, but I refuse to get waisted, for the record. Moving on, I don't think that I'm any of those," he said with a laugh. "Wait... unless you count the time I trapped my older cousin's cat in a plastic box when I was four... That kind of makes me a killer I guess," he stated with another smile over at her. "Now I think you need to answer the same questions, missy. Although, I hope to get your real name this time, Miss Mabel..."
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Post by Tiff on Jan 18, 2011 20:09:55 GMT -5
Chelsea laughed, this was so much fun, she was glad he had a sense of humor and could go along with any slightly twisted jokes she might have. "I am Chelsea Antoinette Palmer." She ripped the napkin in half and wrote down her number and passed it across the table while putting his number into the pocket of her jacket. "That is my number, I also hope to see you again, but you already knew that, I'm eighteen years old, I will be 19 on October 4. And I think I'm right there with you on not being any of the aforementioned titles." She made a silly face, scrunching up her face. "I think I'll choose to be a thief. I mean I kind of stole the notebook out of the coffee shop and I've been accused of stealing people's hearts and affection before..."
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