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Post by Calla Lumley on Mar 28, 2013 21:59:52 GMT -5
Her day began with the call, sometime around ten in the morning. It was a bit to early, but when she saw the name with hearts next to it, Calla rushed to throw herself into something presentable. Love made a seemingly uncaring girl do those things, you know. Once she'd pulled away from her brick bungalow, large terrier barking at his maters retreating vehicle, she started to worry. The hearted boy himself never got up before twelve, what was his meaning for moving out so early? Was is something that had to do with him? her? the fam? Calla tapped her manicured fingers against her Toyota Camery's steering wheel, pursing her lips. It was too late to worry about it now. "I can say this wasn't what I was expecting." Calla murmured, now feeling uncomfortable with the fact she'd put on hearted boy's favorite shirt of hers. He'd just broken that dreaded news. The year they'd spent falling madly in that urn of love all gone with two words. When they passes his glorious lips, Calla had only blinked and said the thing that would lead to her emotions slowly. "Expectation is the root of all heartache. Oh? Stole your line, did I?." He chided, his voice seeming to poke yet another hole in her heart. Now he was being a jackass. Her eyes were dry of tears, though her mind was fully of hate and denial. He couldn't be leaving her, just like that. It wasn't true. But, yet, it was. Calla crossed her arms and looked at the love of her life. "I'll fall in love many times before I find the one I'll be with forever. So think of it this way: you're just one broken heart to a happy every after.." Her mind swirled as she backed away, her lyrics making the finality of it all come crashing down. Calla couldn't stand much longer here, with him. Something along the lines of 'stupid bitch' rang behind her. Her ears pretended not to notice. Later, dressed over her bikini and light spray tan putting a facade on her milky white skin, Calla got ready to go out there. Again. It was prompted by Skye, her true best friend. After being shoved ruthlessly in a two piece bathing suit she hadn't worn since she met hearted boy, it was time. She receded from her home once again to follow Skye's unnamed directions. The public pull, it turned out to be. Calla walked past the many people there, none of them wearing more than shorts and a tank top. Her near fall outfit seemed odd, so as soon as she sat down after passing a brunette male, yet another to eye her, she shed her outer clothing and sank into a chair, suppressing shiver. She wasn't used to being so exposed. Suit [/color] and General Outfit[/color] [/size][/font] [/center]
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Post by Eli Nelson on Mar 28, 2013 22:21:12 GMT -5
I'd put on a pair of black swimming trunks with white trim and a Nike shirt that said in red letters 'Skilled in all positions'. Suggestive? Yes, but true. Besides, I did play baseball and football, so if an adult got on me I could just use that excuse. Though I wasnt in school anymore, but whatever. I got into my silver Ram truck, starting the engine and twisting around to look behind me as I backed out of my parking spot outside my apartment. I turned in the direction of the pool, deciding I might as well make the most of my Saturday. I shut the door of my truck before slinging my Seattle Seahawks towel over my shoulder and starting up the small paved path to the pool. The gate opens with a creak and I hold it open for an old couple before going in myself, green eyes scanning over the masses. Not too many, but not few, either. I claim a chair near the gate and lay out my towel before shedding my shirt, the warm sun alighting upon my tan skin. I flash a confident smile at the lifegaurd, who smiles back before my gaze is drawn elsewhere. I sit down on my chair, putting my hands behind my head and people watching. I caught a couple glances tossed my way -well, alot, actually- but I dont give them a second chance: there had to be a hotter girl than them. She soon comes along, my fall flower, dressed modestly. Her hair was an appealing shade of blonde and she strode by me without a second glance. She had to have noticed me, but apparently she didnt care. Well, she was going to soon enough. I sit up from my reclining position and start over towards the diving board, smirking at her flirtaciously as I passed. I patiently wait my turn as a ten year odl girl cannon-balls off, with much squealing, flailing of limbs, and splashing. I climb up and saunter to the end of it, hopping slightly to test it's spring. Satisfied, I back up before running forward to launch myself off and up. I get my hands together for a smooth, clean dive and stroke towards the edge of the pool to pop up right at the ladder to climb out, my brown hair made a couple shades darker by the water to really make my eyes POP.
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Post by Calla Lumley on Mar 28, 2013 22:35:20 GMT -5
Calla was unamused by the squealing children, vulgar teenagers and yelling parents. There were things to nit pick about all of them, but she settled with the one closest in age. Most of the teenagers she saw were trying to flaunt what they had, but Calla thought, very wrong. All of their bikini's were bright and flashy, drawing away from their curves. She dully noted that they got more appealing gazes than she did. So maybe committing herself so early didn't turn out well, too late now. The pool hadn't changed in numbers. Calla wondered if many people sauntered here at all. Her eyes caught the brunette from earlier. He passed her a flirtatious twitch of his lips. Calla pulled herself straighter in the chair, accepting his ultimate challenge. Even with her relative inexperience, Skye hadn't failed to teach the blonde a few tricks. Don't overdue anything by poking out the butt or boobs was the one she followed most. If not by the sheer fact of it being a command, then by the fact she thought it at most dis-appealing. Her mind wandered to if the brunette had ever poked out his but and she snickered, covering it up by drinking her Mountain Dew. She noted his dive. Ha, showing off. Calla put her soda down and casually stood up, moving her belongings in her chair while doing so. She'd show off a little herself, then. Though done on a drastically lesser scale, she simply pulled her model walk. Hips swinging slightly, the move accompanied by a gentle swinging of her arms. Maybe her mother's girly ways had done something. Once Calla had a twizler package in hand, she walked to the edge of the pool, looking down. There was no interest to dive from the diving board. She simply stepped into the water, her arms catching herself on the pool's sides before she could dunk her head. The messy updo her hair was in would be hell to take down if wet. Calla's blue-green eyes found the brunette she she gave him a haughty smile, popping the last of her twizler between her candy colored lips and bobbing in the luke warm water.
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Post by Eli Nelson on Mar 28, 2013 22:53:14 GMT -5
I shake my head like a dog to dry my hair and it flopped lifelessly against my forehead. I huff and run my hand through it in a fruitless attempt to make it stand back up. I mentally shrug, I looked good enough, and girls always loved guys who had a couple flaws, right? I plop down on my chair, running my towel over my arms and chest. I watched as the blonde walked by on her way to the snack bar, my eyes roving over her before flicking away to the other feamles in the pool. She was definitely the best looking, even without wearing neons and hopping around with their chests poked out. She soon strides by agai, now with a pack of twizlers in hand, to get into the pool, her arms catching herself before her head could go under. I pop my neck absentmindedly as I stand to walk over to her, sitting down on the concrete edge of the pool, the water coming up to the higher part of my calf. "Hey." I say in my most suave voice, my green eyes meeting her gorgeous blue-green ones. "Im Eli." I add, smiling at her.
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Post by Calla Lumley on Mar 29, 2013 16:29:23 GMT -5
Calla had trained her eyes on the people in the pool. Parents holding up little children by their arms, teenagers milling about with no purpose. Many more like Calla, stuck to the edge of the pool, not willing to thrust themselves in the middle. She passed a breath between her lips and had that craving again. One of a little white stick that did nothing but damage her lungs. Yes, she'd quit a while ago. But whether the addition would go away completely was another story. It'd ruined plenty of things for her already. Her parents, her two oldest siblings and the chance of becoming a marathon runner, her one time to just to melt.
Beyond the morbid thoughts of her past future, she flinched at the voice tingling her ear. Her eyes slid over to the brunette and she let her muscles relax in a smile. Lightly taking her hand to put it over the sloppy bun in her hair, she gave a raspy burst of laugh. Quick to the names, he was. "Calla, but they call me Cal. Nice to meet you, Eli." Calla raised an eyebrow for the act of doing something to not just have a smile on her face. A breeze passed and goose bumps rose on her skin. She shivered and sunk down to her shoulders in the water, though nothing was under her so she pulled herself back to resting against the wall.
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Post by Eli Nelson on Mar 29, 2013 16:38:47 GMT -5
A smile graced her face and I couldnt help but be taken aback. She ahd been attractive from a distance, but upon closer inspections he was gorgeous- and that wasnt a compliment I gave out to just anyone. Though, for all I knew, she could be a serial killer or something. The blonde's laughter was gruff, raspy even, though it was a step up from the squeaky giggles of some girls. "Calla, the pleasure is all mine." I reply, my grin growing broader. "And dont argue, I claim it." I add teasingly, a deep chuckle emanating from my throat as I lean away slightly. A cool breeze rippled across the pool and she slides farther in and I unconsciously run a hand through my hair again. "It seems, perhaps, that your choice of dress was not that bad of an idea." I say, shrugging my broad shoulders.
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Post by Calla Lumley on Mar 29, 2013 16:59:26 GMT -5
Her choice of dress? She looked at her suit with a scowl. Why was her bikini a good choice of dress in the cold? Then Calla remembered the clothes she wore walking in. Of course, they would be much warmer than this right now, though to her own sensitive skin or the actual dampness of the day she couldn't tell. To her delight, the part of her body submerged was nicely warm. She smiled a cute toothy grin and shook her head. "You're the last person I would have expected to say that, gender none the less." Calla absently ran her slim hand over her shoulder before dropping the chilled flesh back in the chlorine. Pools were a picky subject. They day had to be just right, the water perfect and population low for her to want to venture out. At first everything but the population was in line. Now with a chill in the air and the water dropping in temperature, Calla wanted to bury herself in her clothes. She'd forgotten the feeling of showing off her deep curves; it wasn't something she was sure she could give up forever. Her green eyes swooped the pool yard again. People were slowly milling out.
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Post by Eli Nelson on Mar 29, 2013 17:35:24 GMT -5
Her brow furrowed in a tpye of scowl and Im about to say something about how I hadnt meant her bikini, though, now mentioning it, it did look rather good on her. But, she beats me to speaking and I shrug, chuckling. "I prefer to run around half naked- prefer you do, too- but, if its cold, its cold." I say, a michevious smirk palying across my full lips. Ah, I was ever the flirt. I was good at it, and I should be: I had a fair amount of practice at it. I could flirt with my eyes from a distance, and with words as I was now. Though I could do both, I prefered speaking- much more intimate and real. My unique green eyes look away from Calla for a moment to follow her gaze around the pool, to the families who were leaving with their toddlers bundle blankets, the ends trailing through puddles and across the conrete, leaving small trails as they went. My eyes eventually find their way back to the the blonde beside me, taking a moment to admire her. She was rockin' that bikini, I had to say... though perhaps not out loud. "Burr." I say instead, taking the safe course.
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Post by Calla Lumley on Mar 29, 2013 18:25:05 GMT -5
Calla turned her head towards Eli and raised a curved eyebrow at him. Her cheeks flamed, though she was glad it was chilly enough to hide it. Even if the words would never pass her candy lips, she'd prefer him half-naked as well. Calla caught herself. There was no venturing into that land just yet. It'd only been a week since her last relationship ended and no matter how many times Skye tried to set her up or a boy just happened upon her, she wasn't sure when she would venture to the true single life. Calla pulled herself out of the water, skin glistening with the clear beads trailing down her body. "I'm sure you have a girlfriend to get back too. Though it was a pleasant chat, Eli." She gave him a smile and walked behind his back to her chair where she discreetly dried and slid her clothes on. It was considerably warmer. And it was no lie she felt better in general with clothes covering her belly button piercing. Calla picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder, buttoning up her top as she slid her feet into the navy Toms she wore.
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Post by Eli Nelson on Mar 29, 2013 18:57:37 GMT -5
She arches a perfectly arched eyebrow at me and I notice the flush that creeps across her cheeks, though it was probably just the sudden chill that was carried on the breeze. Jeez, talk about bipolar weather.. but, then again, we were in Washington, so it was to be expected. Calla pulls herself out of the water, hurriedly leaving with the excuse that I had a girlfriend. Well, she was wrong. I prefered to be single, have options. She offered me a polite smile before starting back towards her stuff and I sigh, kicking my feet in the cool water before hauling myself to my feet and turning to look at her, thinking. Obviously reaching a decision, I start over to her and take her hands in mine to stop her from finishing the top three buttons of her blue plaid shirt. "Who said I have a girlfriend, and who said we were done with our conversation?" I ask quietly, my green eyes looking into hers as I spoke. "I thought we were having a rather good one, too, what happened to it?" I ask, letting a hurt expression cross my handsome face, bushy eyebrows furrowing questioningly and a couple worry lines crossing my freckled forehead.
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Post by Calla Lumley on Mar 29, 2013 19:55:08 GMT -5
Calla looked at her small hands, overlapped by his larger ones. So, he didn't have a girlfriend. The news wasn't a disappointment. For a moment she didn't say anything, only took her hands back and finished buttoning her top. She felt rather rumpled with them undone. Her eyes went back to Eli and she quirked a corner of her mouth. "Well look at you. Girls grab those looks up, you know." She patted his cheek and chuckled, setting her bag back down. There wasn't any reason to leave now, right? Eli seemed interesting enough. Calla pulled her leg up, running her leg over her the slim limbs and itching her ankle. Her legs were probably the one part of her body she kept the most care of, always smooth and soft. Gross legs were the ultimate turn off, next to being annoying. At the though her eyes followed Eli's body to his legs. Just like a guys were, she supposed. Calla pulled her eyes back towards Eli's face and she puckered her lips in a pout. "Drab conversations. But there is always a way to jazz one up. " Right as the words passed her lips, she regretted them. She hadn't meant anything by that, at all. Quickly she found something to cover up the heat that rose in her cheeks, taking a drink from her cup. It was a longer drink than normal, but once she felt sure that her face was back to is normal colour, she lowered the glass and set it down, giving a sheepish smile.
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Post by Eli Nelson on Mar 29, 2013 20:09:57 GMT -5
She didnt reply, just removed her hands from mine to finish buttoning her top up. A satisfied smile crosses my mouth at her words. So, she did think I was attractive -not many girls didnt- but it was still good to know what she thought. Calla reaches out to pat my cheek and I teasingly roll my green eyes before laughing, shaking my head slightly. She picks a leg up to scratch at her ankle. Her legs were long, tan, and hairless. I avert my gaze after a moment, towards were my stuff was. I was suddenly feeling overdressed, standing here in my swimming trunks, and the air was cold. I raise my eyebrows as the blonde spoke again, but I decide to let her comment drop.. for now. "One sec, dont go anywhere or I'll have to hunt you down." I say, holding up my index finger at her before wandering over to my chair. I pick up my shirt and pull it over my head, slinging my towel over my shoulder once again before I step into my leather flip flops. After dressing, I turn to start back to Calla as she was setting her drink down. "Ya wanna go get some coffee or something? Its too cold to stay here." I ask, raising an eyebrow at her questioningly. "Im buying." I add, hoping to bribe her into it.
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Post by Calla Lumley on Mar 29, 2013 21:58:35 GMT -5
Calla watched him go before letting out a groan. It was happening again, the same feeling she'd had before, the same one that had pushed her in more trouble than accounted for. She desperately wished for a cigarette. Then she wanted to hit herself. One guy, ten minutes and she was already wishing for the old habit? No. That would not happen. Calla kept her eyes eve with Eli as he came over, readying an excuse for her to leave. She had her lips parted, ready to tell him to waste time on someone else when he brought up coffee. Now, that was one way to this girls heart. With a minute of hesitation, two almost yes', she finally shook her head. "I shouldn't." She mumbled, directing her gaze away to help hide her lie. Though the start nakedness of her voice wasn't very helpful. But too bad. Calla couldn't just give herself away again. Even to an adorable boy who she'd kill to have. It just wouldn't happen. She considered the facts of becoming and old cat lady when her voice erupted suddenly, "But I've got nothing else to do. And yes, you would be buying. I'm stark naked of money." She sighed with a smile.
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Post by Eli Nelson on Mar 29, 2013 23:04:27 GMT -5
She hesitated, which annoyed me. Other girls would kill for me to ask them out for coffee, though in their minds they'd chalk it up as a date. Was it? No. A date involved suits, ties, dresses, and fancy resturants- or at least that was my definition. This would just be.. an outting. Yeap, an outting. My face falls as Calla replies that she shouldnt and my mind races as I try to figure out some witty reply that would convince her to go out for coffee with me. I start to say something about how I'd drive and pay, and take her home after, when she cuts me off once again to agree. "Great." I say, smiling broadly down at her. "Glad to know Im just here for your entertainment, to pass the time." I add casually, already leaning past her to sling her bag over my broad, muscular shoulder and start towards the gate.
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Post by Calla Lumley on Mar 29, 2013 23:24:24 GMT -5
--*Time Jump--* Calla really had no choice but to follow Eli. He'd gotten her bag, which held her phone. No way was she giving that up. Plus, it was a funny sight to see him strutting off with a bight blue bag thwacking against his shoulder. At first she'd felt awkward in the car ride, folding her hands in her lap and acting polite. Then she realized it was only Eli, no harm could come. This was sad assumption. Over the distance to the cafe, her heart had thudded the entire way. She'd even caught site of Skye on accident who waved at her with a huge grin plastered on his face. Calla had casually flipped him the bird and went on talking to Eli. Music, she remembered. At the cafe things were dim, a soft bass thrumming in the background. Calla spotted a booth towards the back corner, one that was rounded and just big enough to hold about for people. She pointed it out then wove the tables, passing some interesting characters on the way. But her eyes caught one. Heart boy. He was seated where he would have a direct view of Calla. If karma was playing a cruel joke, it'd sure won. They boy didn't spot her until she'd slid in the book, fingering the collar of her shirt awkwardly. "Calla, didn't figure you'd be out so soon after our.. breakup." His sentence held a potent sneer. Calla raised her eyes, greyed with anger, to his mocha brown. The blonde headed boy looked down at her, freckles causing his tone to seem darker. This was the one she'd fallen in love with, the boy she'd made all of her mistakes for. She shrugged a slim shoulder. "Maybe without having a controlling jackass around I can finally do something." The words were bound to hurtr her more than him, even if not intended that way. Calla couldn't bring herself to insult him, she couldn't. Heart boy once again left with some muttered curse, whore. She bristled, but sighed and smiled at Eli. "This place is supposed to be famous for its coffee cake." She chimed cheerfully. [/size]
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