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Post by Alexander Aindrea on Jul 1, 2006 11:42:11 GMT -5
"Ask it? What am I magic? Oh, yeah, I am. But I can't talk to inanimate objects. Well, I can, but... I'd be labelled as crazy, most definitely."
He glanced at her body; yes, she looked like she tanned easily. Alex looked up quickly, a nervous cough leaving his mouth. "Just... just checking your tan." Still, his eyes lingered on her a while longer, before he shook his head, blinking and clearing his mind.
"I like... Tizer. Lovely red drink. But Lilt is horrible. Tastes like cats' pee. Not like I've ever tasted my cat's pee, of course, but you know what I mean."
Head now back on track, he lay on his recliner, hands resting idly on his stomach, breathing deeply and contently in the cool air of the shade. He lifted his head lazily, grinning and saying, "Do you want me to sit on the edge of your recliner?"
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Post by Aimee Reynolds on Jul 1, 2006 11:50:00 GMT -5
She laughed and said,"Of course, we could all just start talking to inanimate objects. But I'm not sure we'd get too much of a response back. Besides, the label of crazy is definitely not too appealing." She grinned at him.
She looked at him as he nervously coughed and stuttered slightly. She smiled and shook her head lightly. He was human. He was a guy, and she had grown used to guys looking at women. Maybe not her until recently when she'd come out of her shell more, but still, she was sued to it.
"Well, I'd hope you weren't tasting your cat's pee." She grinned. "But, yes, I understand what you mean." She lazily tapped her lemonade glass, and it filled instantly to the brim once more. She sipped from it for a moment before she turned back to him.
She laughed and said,"I believe I'm good staying in my recliner, thanks." She grinned and tucked her hair behind her ears in a fluid, practiced gesture. She then raised her sunglasses back on top of her head as she sat up and turned to him. "So, Alex, are you having fun today?" She grinned. She sure was.
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Post by Alexander Aindrea on Jul 1, 2006 12:00:32 GMT -5
"I do think that talking to yourself - or objects, whatever - isn't bad enough to get you labeled as mental, but tasting cats' pee, or anyone's pee, for that matter, well... wham. Mental City." Alex grinned.
"And, yes, I believe that if I sat on your recliner - well, on the end, I mean I'd be fine just sitting on it normally -, you would go flying, not very gracefully, up into the air." His head was now flat again, bright gray eyes closed.
He thought for a moment at Aimee's last question. "I wasn't having fun. But then I came down here, met a stunning girl, and now I am." He lifted his head again, eyes once again open, and shrugged. "Simple."
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Post by Aimee Reynolds on Jul 1, 2006 12:20:27 GMT -5
She laughed and said,"Yes, I believe if you taste pee at all, you're definitely mental. And you should see a doctor right away." She grinned at him.
When he mentioned she'd go flying, not very gracefully, she laughed again and said,"Well, then. Let's be sure not to try that one, hmm?" She winked at him, sipping from her lemonade.
She smiled at him and said,"I'll take that as a compliment..." She lifted her glass slightly and took another sip. "And I would have to say that I wasn't having fun until you came along." She smiled.
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Post by Alexander Aindrea on Jul 1, 2006 12:29:21 GMT -5
"Yes. Ugh, thinking of that I feel rather nauseous..."
His eyes were now closed again, but all the opening and whatnot had made him rather dizzy. "It's not like I could fit on there anyway, arse the size of mine..." Alex laughed again.
"And I'll take that as a compliment," he replied, taking a long drink from his can. "So, you taken?" He asked forwardly. Hey, he had t know if she had a boyfriend. He didn't want his nose smashed to smithereens as he slept or something, caused by a jealous guy. No, breaking his nose would basically ruin his face.
Better to know.
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Post by Aimee Reynolds on Jul 1, 2006 12:38:13 GMT -5
She laughed slightly and said,"Yes, it does churn the stomach a little." She smiled slightly, shaking her head. This was definitely a wide-ranged and interesting conversation they were having.
She laughed at that. "It might be a tight fit." She sipped from her lemonade, setting it down after she had. She looked back at him as he began to speak.
"You should." She grinned. When he asked if she was taken, she looked at him again. "Nope. I'm still single as ever. What about you? Any girlfriends I need to watch out for?" She grinned mischievously.
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Post by Alexander Aindrea on Jul 1, 2006 12:54:36 GMT -5
Yes. Interesting. But weird.
"Yeah. Tight." Clear your brain, you idiot, clear your brain! Again, Alex shook his head, taking another gulp of his drink and propping himself up on his elbows.
"I should? Now I definitely do..." He listened again, and replied with a snort, "Ch'yeah, right! No, I'm single. And glad of it as well, at this moment in time." He smiled.
{Another 'bleh'. =(}
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Post by Aimee Reynolds on Jul 1, 2006 13:07:54 GMT -5
She smiled, seeing him shake his head. She had a few ideas of what was running through his mind. Of course, then, they probably weren't too far off from her own, but that was another matter.
She grinned and said,"At least I won't have to worry about waking up with a wand at my throat or something." She laughed and said,"Glad of it, hmm? I suppose that makes two of us."
She cocked her head slightly, thoughtful. "You may find this hard to believe, but I used to be a lot more reserved. Let's just say I was strictly about getting good grades. I'm glad I loosened up a bit. You can see that there's a huge difference between then and now." She grinned at him, tucking one side of her hair behind her ears. It had fallen down.
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Post by Alexander Aindrea on Jul 1, 2006 13:21:21 GMT -5
Heck, if they weren't so different from his own... Merlin, he could only imagine what was going through her mind. How he wished he could read it.
"That's what I was just thinking! And, you're glad? Maybe I'll have to take you out sometime... You were strict about good grades? Yeah, I couldn't predict you out in a bikini, flirting ever so openly with me," He smirked at this. "and taking occasional dips in the pool. Would you have been doing this, you know, before?"
Alex was now propped up on one elbow facing Aimee with his drink in his empty hand, waiting patiently for her answer.
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Post by Aimee Reynolds on Jul 1, 2006 13:30:06 GMT -5
She grinned at him and said,"Maybe you will..." She sipped from her lemonade once more, keeping it in her hand. She was comfortable, even talking to him. It seemed rather natural.
"Before? Well, the bikini and the pool, yeah. I enjoy swimming. The flirting? Not so much. But I didn't change too drastically, I just don't let school be my entire life. I've found things I enjoy more."
She grinned at him at this statement. "But one day, I just woke up and realized that I was wasting my life away pouring over books all for what? All work and no play isn't such a good notion. Trust me." She grinned at him.
"So the first little while I was even more flirty than this, and I was surprisingly good at it. I'm comfortable around guys, though I'm comfortable more around some than others. Take you, for instance..." She took a sip of her lemonade.
"I'm completely comfortable talking and flirting with you. With some guys, though, it's more flirting than just talking. I'm not as comfortable with them." She grinned at him and asked,"What about you?"
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Post by Alexander Aindrea on Jul 1, 2006 13:52:43 GMT -5
Alex resisted the temptation to pause and say stupidly, 'Well, will I?' and instead just nodded.
"I know how you feel. My mom died when I was small, and my dad... I hate him. He was so strict, and what made it worse was that he home-schooled me! He forced me to work, and for the first few years of my life I went along with it.
"Then I started sneaking out and stuff, and... well, I went through a bad patch in my life, you know? But I used to be how you described yourself; except that I was made to be like that. I freaked if I didn't get something perfect, that sort of thing. I was so..." He trailed off. There was no way he was admitting how scared he had been of his father. Nope.
He changed the subject. "You're comfortable around me? I'd say the same, but I'm always comfortable doing what I do."
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Post by Aimee Reynolds on Jul 1, 2006 14:47:14 GMT -5
She smiled at him and said,"I think I'll take you up on that offer sometime..." She grinned and sipped from her lemonade.
She smiled understandingly and said quietly,"Scared?" She shook her head lightly.
"My mother died when I was 10 during childbirth. The worst part was that the baby was born dead. My father became a living nightmare. He rarely spoke to any of us, and I never saw him. I was raised by my nannies and my grandparents. He was super protective of me. He was afraid he would lose me too, but he couldn't stand to see me because I reminded him of my mother."
She shrugged and said,"After a few years he started helping to teach me, and he began to eat dinner with us. When I was 14, I told him I desperately wanted to go to a school for magic. He wouldn't hear of it, and after many threats and shouting, I returned to my homeschooling."
She paused, looking into her lemonade. "He kissed me goodbye in December. He had a business meeting. He said he'd be back in a day or two, but he never came back. He was murdered by the docks. They never found the killer, but I suspect they were Death Eaters. He was, afterall, one of the wizards who refused to join them or help them..."
She looked at him and shrugged. "So I lived with my grandparents. They left Italy, my home, and moved to a small island in Greece. There were no cars, and all the food came from the land or the sea. It was peaceful there, but I am glad to be rid of it. I won't be returning there. There's nothing left for me."
She smiled slightly and said,"But enough of such depressing matters... Yes, I'm comfortable with you." She laughed lightly and asked,"And what is it that you do?" She had a mock accusatory look in her eye.
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Post by Alexander Aindrea on Jul 1, 2006 15:02:28 GMT -5
"Scared?" Alex looked at Aimee quickly, and stared at her for a moment before answering. "... Yeah. I guess."
He listened, and, for just about the only time in his life, he felt genuinely sorry for someone, as well as horrified at the same time. He got up from his recliner and knelt next to hers, putting a hand on her arm in a way that, he hoped, was comforting. He wasn't used to... well, being nice to people. "I'm sorry..."
She spoke once again, obviously a bit upset and eager to change the subject. What was it that he did, she asked?
Alex chose his words carefully, not wanting the girl to think that he was... well, what he was. "I... flirt. Of course, it's probably quite obvious... and I try to get what I want." That was the... shorter, less awful sounding sum up.
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