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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Jun 12, 2007 10:16:01 GMT -5
A The game.
All the procedures were the same. Alfonz found himself getting perpared as if the Goblins had an away game that they'd be going to a different part of the country for. He was in his nicest and dressiest clothing, a black robe that was more like a cape with the way it flowed, and his best smelling cologne. Ok, so the cologne wasn't something he'd wear for a game. He reminded himself though, that if this was a game, it was on a totally different playing field with totally different rules. In a few minutes he would be walking over to Shay's apartment to pay up on a bet that he owed. Alfonz still scoffed at the fact that he lost, but it also made him worry. If he in fact was beginning to like this girl, or like her enough to worry about her well being, then what would happen if he decided to take the steps necessary to further and better his and Celina's future. Would she become another weakness that someone could use against him? Another stepping stone to get him to bow to whoever used her and gravel to them? The eighteen year old girl had no idea what Alfonz by now had gotten himself into, and as Aflonz looked at himself in the mirror, striaghtening out his black tie, a hint of sadness crossed his usual bland expression. He was falling hard, and without a net to catch him, he was in trouble. Looking at the time, he figured that he'd better be going. He picked up the directions to the restaurant they were going to and another black rose that he had picked up after he had dropped off Shay at her doorway earlier that day. Was it bad that he almost wished she was sick? The rain had been cold that afternoon, and by the time the two of them had gotten back to the apartments, the chill could have surely gotten to her. But he sighed, knowing that this was the day he lost a race on a broom, it wasn't going to be his night. The day had opened itself and screamed Shay in his head at him. Alfonz, however, didn't know how to react to that. There had never been something that he wanted to avoid so much, but at the same time hold it so near. Frustrated and annoyed a bit, he decided to just get the date over with. Maybe after, she'd give up seeing how he really was. Though he could always bring up Celina's name the whole night. At least he knew for a fact she didn't like that. Walking to his door, he looked back around at the apartment once more. The brooms were set up in a corner, not put away yet, and the lights now dimmed as they had been before. Shutting them off, he opened his door. Closing, locking, lingering, he didn't move. A flip that his stomach did made him think twice about whether or not he was still ill. Getting it to stop, he found himself not even thinking as he walked to Shay's door. Rose in hand, and him and prim as could be, he knocked on the door. This was probably the most ridiculous thing, and Alfonz couldn't help but think to himself, why do I feel like I'm in Drumstrung all over again? (Shay)
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Jun 12, 2007 11:10:59 GMT -5
Let's go over this again, her mind organized and thought, looking at the full length mirror to check how well dressed she was. From the top down, she inspected everything, beginning with her hair. Although she had resented her hair curling up in the rain from that race, it later became something to embrace as she primped it to more managable and softer waves. Her eyes once again scrutinized the clothes on her back, though this time they praised the matching of the mild green sundress with the darker forest green robe. The robe had been one of her best yet, and she figured that although she wasn't always pleased with wearing robes, this just seemed like the right time to do so.
Everything seemed to go perfectly fine together... but it still seemed... strained. She heard what he said at the pitch. It may have sounded miniscule and casual, but it just seemed to amount onto the pile of confusion she had towards Alfonz. What kind of person was she to him? A friend? A flirt? An affair? It should have never been contemplated if she didn't want to feel that bad taste in her mouth, that one labeled uncertainty. Then again, why go around to fool herself? She told herself in caution not to be under the burden of illusions. It's what had happened with other men in her life, and it never seemed to work out when one illusion was shattered with the dissolved silohette of the man she wanted to know. Yet it seemed to make her happy, so it was almost hard to deny.
She bit her lip in desperation, wishing she could talk to either Allegra or Brittany, but maybe she wanted to wait for when this was over. It pained her to give up on things, but if it would be toxic to her, why would she continue? It's why she wanted this date. She wanted to confirm if it was worth it to pursue him more or keep him as the next door neighbor. While this could have worked with a drink or just any normal sit down or stand up, her feminine ambitions really wanted this date. Something like this never happened to her. All the boys wanted to do was hang out here, sit around there, maybe find something casual to do. Though Shay worked well under those circumstances, she was curious to see this little part in her, the romantic that hadn't needed to worry about the realist in her.
The last thing she needed to do was adjust her makeup. Although when the knock came, she looked at it once and never thought of it again. It just wasn't her thing to pile on tons of powder, wax, or whatever were in those ingredients. She liked her face for what it was. Except now she had to worry if someone else did.
She took to adjusting her robe, intentionally forgetting to button any buttons, and walked towards the door. "I'm ready," she said to herself before she opened the door. And once she did, she sort of just stood still. Here he was, dressed up nicely and with a similar rose he greeted her with on her birthday. Just the sight of him made her shy all of a sudden, and she was growing red in the face. Yet it was time to buck up, strengthen her voice and say, "I'm... forgot my shoes!" A knee jerk reaction closed the door on his face, and a second later she couldn't believe what she just said or done. "Oh my goodness," she muttered to herself as she opened the door again. "Merlin, I'm... sorry." A nervous laugh covered her horrified face, all the while thinking, Where are my shoes?!?
Hey, no one asked for a Sleeping Beauty.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Jun 12, 2007 12:35:58 GMT -5
Alfonz stood outside the door waiting for her to answer. Again, he looked back at his door, and knew that if he ran he'd be able to make it before she allowed him entrence. Hist thoughts were cut off though as the door opened and he turned, looking at Shay in a whole different view than he'd ever had. She was beautiful, her hair somewhat curled and her face glowed. The shyness that she felt, was somewhat reciprecated within Alfonz but not as shown.
It was short lived, however, when the door was slammed in his face. Shoes? He didn't know how to react. The door slamed and Alfonz's mind went blank, while his mouth dropped slightly. The door reopened and Shay's face looked as shocked as his probably. Good start to the night. He walked in a bit, saying nothing, and keeping the rose to himself for a bit. Still to shocked to really do anything. "What....I mean..." Alfonz was speechless. Something that only Shay ever seemed to do to him.
He leaned against the wall, watching her search for her shoes. Alfonz crossed his arms, were they really ready for this?
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Jun 12, 2007 12:56:41 GMT -5
She rounded the corner to her bedroom with the concrete intention of finding those shoes. "What?!?" she called out, adjusting her robes before they would effectively fall off. They were her nice ones, yes, but it didn't mean it wasn't a little big. It had been given to her by her mother with the intention that she would grow into it. But when she didn't go past 5'5" in her prime growing years, she could tell that this robe would be eternally falling off of her.
Her room, covered in the "what should I wear?" clothes and photos from both of her jobs (not to mention the portraits of her parents and extended family), was a jungle for the shoes to be easily found. But it was time to shovel on through. Shay picked up most everything and threw it on her bed, saving the photographs for a little table and chair she had aside. But when she scooted aside the gold box that once held Brittany's gift to Shay-- a wonderous snowglobe of the Eiffel Tower-- she saw just what she needed.
She slipped on the low closed toe heels on and toussled her hair to bring it back from the jumble of searching and exited her room, although she wasn't sure how much she wanted to see Alfonz after the first few minutes had just occurred. Already she was expecting some comment on a his part. Maybe she would play it off with a retort of her own.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Jun 12, 2007 14:08:07 GMT -5
There was no comment, nothing going through Alfonz's mind other than the thoughts of 'how' and 'why'. How did you make something work when it wasn't originally part of the plan? He looked at her and his eyes were full of wonder, because of her, everything was turning upside down.
"Ready, now?" he asked her as he decided to finally hand to her the rose he had gotten for her. This one just didn't feel as...necessary. It almost seemed like a band aid of sorts. What was he trying to fix? He wanted her, but since their race, he was even more unsure of why. Or how.
He tried to smile, to be somewhat enthusiastic, but was not doing so well. Was she as frazzled as he was? Confused, annoyed, frustrated or even feeling anything? If he wasn't finding that this situation was so out of the ordinary for him, it would have been better. He needed a game plan. A plan of action. A new technique or move.
Walking over to Shay, he sighed and took her hair in his hands to put it all behind her shoulders. "You really look....beautiful," he said, barely audible as if he didn't want to admit it to himself that he really had no idea how to play the game he was now engaged in. He could only hope that after this night, whoever won this game would be able to handle the consequences. Or rather, whoever lost...well, he didn't want to think about winning or losing at the moment. Alfonz didn't want to think...and he didn't want to feel anything for her. But he did.
Kissing her forehead and leaning his against hers, he sighed and hoped that this decision wouldn't cost him anything sometime in the future that he couldn't afford to lose. Was it in his character to give in? No, but it was in his character to get whatever he put in his head that he wanted. Who knew it would be a girl that he barely knew. Who knew, it would be the girl next door.
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Jun 12, 2007 14:58:46 GMT -5
No matter how much she ran this around her mind, feeling like there was a Keystone Cops moment happening in her brain, his close contact was all she needed to slow that rush down, and completely stop her breathing. She watched him until he blurred in her vision. "Thank... you." It was the most she could muster before she began to breathe again.
This is what always confused her... Just when she was sure that he was only looking for a friendship-- however warped it may have been-- and when she was sure that the things he did were all a play, he comes into her vision again to blur those doubts. Not eradicate them, but make them less clear, less stable. She found herself closing her eyes for a moment again as she tended to do when he astounded him, but opened them up to see him in clear view.
She took one of her hands into his and tugged him innocently to the door. "Shall we go now?" Maybe if she talked more, she wouldn't feel so breathless.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Jun 12, 2007 15:31:39 GMT -5
He nodded and followed the tugging that lead him to the door. Was it wrong of him to kiss her head? Stop thinking, he told himself. The more thought, the more he found himself confused or frustrated. He grabbed the door knob and gestured for her to walk first. "Ladies first," he said smirking and holding his arm out when the finally gettng out into the hall. He decided to lighten the mood a bit, lighten from what, he had no clue. There was, a tension, that Alfonz couldn't understand. He shook it off.
"I found this nice place..." muggle he scoffed, but it had been suggested by a team mate, so he didn't argue. Though, he did get laughed at by asking, but it was going to worth it, he hoped.
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Jun 12, 2007 15:43:58 GMT -5
"Thanks," Shay said as she walked past him but waited right outside the door to close it and lock it. This is it, she thought without misery, but it was nerve-wracking to leave her home to go with him in the world. Granted, this was maybe the third time, but each time had been different, and they showed different sides to them. First had been to just get to know each other a bit and maybe so she could help him out. Second, it all mattered on athletic ability (and maybe just a hint of luck and deception). Third... what was this? She wondered this, and reminded herself although she was maybe scared to tell. Yes... the third one was for romance.
She took on a benevolent smile. "Really?" she asked, though it wasn't like it would be a surprise. "Where is it?"
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Jun 12, 2007 16:05:56 GMT -5
Alfonz put down the arm he offered and instead, placed his hand on Shay's back. Not too high, but not too low. He didn't want to give any wrong ideas in any fashion. He just wanted to be connected in some way to her. Even if it was just a hand placing. "Well, it's this nice Indian place called, The Taste of India. I've been told that it has some of the based tasting Indian food in London." He smiled and walked down the flight of stairs. This was a date. It was supposed to have an aura around it like no other meetings between people had.
He had no idea what he was doing.
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Jun 12, 2007 16:19:41 GMT -5
Shay nodded her head as they descended the stairs. "Great. I've been dying for some samosas," Her stomach replied with her in a tiny grumble. It had been a few hours since she last ate, but it was all in effort of putting some good food in her stomach in the end. "Have you ever had Indian food? I've only had it twice, really, but I just fell in love with it." With the flow of their walking, she was feeling herself distance herself from her doubts just a bit. Remember, she thought to herself, If it blows up, at least you'll have some curry in your stomach. Ah, food. Keeper of the good feelings.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Jun 12, 2007 16:57:44 GMT -5
"A couple of times myself. I love spicy things," he said as he smirked and raised an eye brow. Maybe a jest would put the tension at ease between the two of them. He hoped it worked because Alfonz was lost at what else to do. He opened the door to leave Wendelring, and held it for Shay. The night air was cool, and the smell of the just passing storm was still in the air. It wasn't as beautiful as the night he had helped Shay back to the apartments, but it was just like that night in the sense that he was with someone he'd never imagine himself liking, more than just an acquaintance.
Alfonz held out his hand, to escort her to the restaurant.
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Jun 12, 2007 17:36:05 GMT -5
Shay caught his humor and laughed a bit. When the conversation came naturally between them, it seemed to slowly ease the tension that existed. She didn't want to find anything wrong with him, not just yet. "You know, jalapeƱos were actually named after my hometown, Xalapa." It was a little known fact that she took pride in, just as she was proud to be from Mexico. It was one of those things she could not and did not deny.
"Mmm, the storm's cleared," she mentioned up at the skies before glancing down at his hand. With a smile to him, she took her hand in his, and gave it a long squeeze. Hope remained.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Jun 12, 2007 17:48:20 GMT -5
Alfonz watched as Shay took his hand and smiled. He sighed a sigh of relief. But why? Did it matter if she really liked him? This was a debt that he needed to pay off, and nothing more. Though, with her hand tightly hanging on to his, he pulled the woman closer to him, and walked along side of her. Leading the way, as he thought he should. The restaurant was just a mile or so ahead of them and Alfonz snickered a bit at her random fact about her hometown. "Well that's interesting," he said, making sure that she knew he was listening, and somewhat paying attention.
As they continued to walk, he nodded as she mentioned how the storm had cleared. "That it seems to have done," responding softly as he too, looked up at the still grey sky. Alfonz looked back at Shay, hoping to meet her eye, and dying to confess something to her. "I really have no idea what I'm doing. Just to inform you." He had never actually been on a date, after all.
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Jun 12, 2007 18:06:05 GMT -5
She looked away for a moment but her eyes traveled back to him. With her laugh, she intertwined her fingers with his and brought their hands up to her chest, hugging their fist with her other hand. "You know what? Me neither." Again her eyes floated to the streets before them. "It was always spur of the moment things in the past. Almost nothing was planned or even formal. Well, with the exception of dances and balls." Her smile was still shown even as she looked down again. "I think we can manage, though. I know I can."
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Jun 12, 2007 20:49:00 GMT -5
She hugged their arms close against her and as they neared the restaurant. His heart skipped a beat and he looked at the young woman who was finding himself to grow even more fond of every time their hands interlaced or something else was done. Alfonz looked around quickly and twirled her all of a sudden into him. "Spur of the moment," he smirked, "I could think of something spontaneous right now." He laughed a bit and hugged her just a bit closer. He leaned his face closer to hers and smiled, "Usually, I like planning what I do, though." He looked into her eyes, and smiled genuinely.
Would he really allow her to be the first thing that wasn't planned out? This night would determine what happened...or so he figured. I hope we'll be able to manage.
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