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Post by Admin on Oct 15, 2015 3:46:33 GMT
She blushed deeply. "Well... I'm.. I dun'nae know what ta say ta that. I mean. You just met me...." Part of her wondered if it was because she seemed to be the only person that didn't want to punch him in the face.
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Post by storyteller on Oct 15, 2015 3:49:44 GMT
He chuckled. "I like your accent. You're cute when you get flustered. And for some reason I feel drawn to you. Can't explain it." He hoped that being open and honest wouldn't scare her away.
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Post by Admin on Oct 15, 2015 4:03:24 GMT
Her blush deepened. "Well, Thank ya. I'm glad ya think so." She didn't know if she could contain her glee. He was beautiful and he was choosing to hang out with her.
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Post by storyteller on Oct 15, 2015 14:22:41 GMT
"You turn any redder and I'm going to think you're part tomato." He chuckled. "So what do you do for fun?" He was honestly trying to get date ideas.
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Post by Admin on Oct 15, 2015 22:28:04 GMT
"Yeah, well it's easy when you're this bloody pale." She smirked at him.
"Well, I love anythin' to so with cars. I like bein' outdoors. Me parents and I used ta go up Vermont and Maine ta go campin'. I love movies. What about you? Other than that's lovely lass, what do you do?" She sipped on her shake and just watched him speak. His lips begged to be nibbled.
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Post by storyteller on Oct 16, 2015 1:10:28 GMT
He chuckled. "Cars and movies. I do like camping though I just found that out this summer. My dad tries to get me interested in football because he used to play but I'm not really in to tackling other males." He smirked at her. He did however enjoy tackling women and he was dying to tackle her.
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Post by Admin on Oct 16, 2015 15:25:44 GMT
"I like American Football. I usually watch collage ball with me Dad. Every Notre Dame game and the Army Navy game. I love Rugby! I go a bit bonkers over the All Blacks. Now that's a real sport! Feck pads, they're fer pussies!"
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Post by storyteller on Oct 16, 2015 16:43:31 GMT
He laughed at her enthusiasm. "True. I've played a pick up game or two that I enjoyed. We didn't use pads. If your dad is anything like you I think it would be fun to sit and watch you guys watch the sports."
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Post by Admin on Oct 16, 2015 16:59:22 GMT
" I can'nae guarantee you'd understand all of the words comin' outta his gob. I'm pretty sure it's not always words."
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Post by storyteller on Oct 16, 2015 21:01:25 GMT
He chuckled. "That's alright. You should here me when something doesn't go right in the garage. Anyway. We probably should head back. Don't want to be late on our first day."
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2015 3:22:28 GMT
"I'm the same way. And I s'pose, if'fin we must." She really wanted to just stay here with him, but it was best not to make a terrible impression on her teachers on the first day. And with his apparent background, she really didn't want to get him in trouble. She wanted to help him turn over a new leaf.
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Post by storyteller on Oct 17, 2015 3:38:06 GMT
He gathered their trash and threw it away before leading her back to the car. He didn't race back to school. He really didn't want to be there. But he got to spend the rest of the day with her so it wouldn't be all that bad. He really couldn't wait until AutoTech.
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2015 3:52:06 GMT
"Thank ya for lettin' me tag along for lunch." She smiled as they pulled into the school's parking lot. She was really looking forward to spending the rest of the day with him.
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Post by storyteller on Oct 17, 2015 4:36:56 GMT
"You're welcome." He smiled at her and literally stopped himself from taking her hand to walk inside. "You ready for Computer class? I heard the teacher was pretty cool."
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