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Bad boy x Good girl (Closed!)

Clary squares up challengingly, but then seemed to rethink what she said and took a couple steps back from me. "Having second thoughts?" I laugh. "Well it's too late for that now."


I chase after her. She runs pretty fast, I'll give her that, but eventually I catch up to her and lean down, sweeping her legs up so she falls back into my arms. It's a lot like when we were in the ocean the night of the concert. I spin her around a little like I did then, and then put her down again and look down at her. She looks a little winded. "Gotcha." I say, half smiling.
 
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Clary squares up challengingly, but then seemed to rethink what she said and took a couple steps back from me. "Having second thoughts?" I laugh. "Well it's too late for that now."
I chase after her. She runs pretty fast, I'll give her that, but eventually I catch up to her and lean down, sweeping her legs up so she falls back into my arms. It's a lot like when we were in the ocean the night of the concert. I spin her around a little like I did then, and then put her down again and look down at her. She looks a little winded. "Gotcha." I say, half smiling.
I start to run when I notice his plan, maybe it wasn't a good idea to get on his nerves after all. I was a pretty fast runner, even though Gym wasn't my favorite part of the day. I squeal a little bit when he gets me from behind and starts to spin me around as my heart just drops. When he finally puts me down I hold on his hands again as I did that time. ''Maybe they should hire you as a fucking spinning machine at that carnival.'' I say as I could finally stay on my own 2 feet. The distance was pretty small between us and that made me look a little bit down only to see Decklan looking at him as my heart starts to beat way too fast. I stare a little bit at him and I remember that night I made a promise to him.


''Because you caught me and you helped me like a lot, you can ask for another promise from me. Except the one that made me ride with you to school next week.'' I say as I smile a little, keeping the distance.
 
I laugh at her annoyed comment about how dizzy I made her, feeling her heat near me. The proximity, for me, is more dizzying than the actual spinning. Her hair is windblown and her eyes are staring into mine. I glance down at her lips, but then quickly fix my vision back to her eyes. I don't want to make her nervous.


"I get another prize? I'm such a winner." I joke, chuckling a little. I keep her near me by holding her hands in mine a little tighter. "Well, since you've decided to restrict my promise choices, why don't you tell me some things that would be an acceptable request?" I'm a little curious what she would be okay with with me - especially when we're this close.
 
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I laugh at her annoyed comment about how dizzy I made her, feeling her heat near me. The proximity, for me, is more dizzying than the actual spinning. Her hair is windblown and her eyes are staring into mine. I glance down at her lips, but then quickly fix my vision back to her eyes. I don't want to make her nervous.
"I get another prize? I'm such a winner." I joke, chuckling a little. I keep her near me by holding her hands in mine a little tighter. "Well, since you've decided to restrict my promise choices, why don't you tell me some things that would be an acceptable request?" I'm a little curious what she would be okay with with me - especially when we're this close.
I laugh when he mentions the winner part. Maybe he was a winner after all, I've never let anyone get so close to me and there was Decklan that I've even let him sleep next to him or made myself give promises to him.


''Well if you had to promise something to me I would've choose the skinny-dipping, but fine, no more sexual harassment. Just pick the first thing that comes into your mind.'' I say as I feel his hands getting more tighter around mine, waiting for his response.
 
"I can't say the first thing that comes into my mind though," I say, laughing softly. The first thing that came into my mind was obviously to kiss her, but I wouldn't want to stress her and put her in that position.


"Um... How about... You promise to steer clear of Alan. Yeah, that's a good one." I smile a little. "That benefits both you and me." I smirk and keep looking to her. I'm trying to keep our same distance, but I'm not sure when she'll want to move away from me. I just wish we could stay in the same place forever - though I'm sure the three inside are wondering where we are.
 
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"I can't say the first thing that comes into my mind though," I say, laughing softly. The first thing that came into my mind was obviously to kiss her, but I wouldn't want to stress her and put her in that position.
"Um... How about... You promise to steer clear of Alan. Yeah, that's a good one." I smile a little. "That benefits both you and me." I smirk and keep looking to her. I'm trying to keep our same distance, but I'm not sure when she'll want to move away from me. I just wish we could stay in the same place forever - though I'm sure the three inside are wondering where we are.
When he said he can't say the first thing that comes into his mind, he made me wonder, but I kept quiet. Sometimes I was pushy and too curious for my own good so I kept myself in place. His propose was kind of simple, to stay away from Alan, even though I wondered with what could it help him if I stayed away from him. Maybe of course, it would mean he would see Alan more than necessary, but I kept quiet about that too. ''Fine, promise.'' I say as I looked at him more and wondered if that it will be a little forward if I came closer but that remained in my mind when Allison came started to scream at us.


''Love birds, can you come up here? The pizzeria is closing.'' She said as she made her way back into the pizzeria. I rolled my eyes and got out of the small distance that was between us, dragging Decklan behind me by his hand as we finally got inside the pizzeria. It was kind of a good atmosphere in the pizzeria as it seems Alan already left home and the guys were expecting us. I got next to Allison as I expected we could go home together but she looked a little bit at me and whispered.


''I'm actually going with James somewhere, you don't mind right?'' She said with her sorry look on.


''Not at all.'' I mutter, it meant I could go with Decklan home, as we were living next to each other, so I smiled a little bit at him.
 
I'm relieved when she agrees to this promise, and keep looking to her. The setting really is perfect here, with a slightly chilly wind, the ocean waves crashing serenely in the background, both of us so tight together, the sun almost setting. Maybe if I closed the gap now then she wouldn't back away. Maybe -


''Love birds, can you come up here? The pizzeria is closing.'' Allison yelled after us, putting any other thoughts of that nature out of my head. Clary drags me back up to the pizzeria and we meet the group again. I shake out most of the sand from my clothes and near James, who was my ride here. Ryan says goodbye to both of us and heads off - his mother is blowing up his phone, complaining that he's not home yet. His mother sure is possessive, but is one of the sweetest women and all the guys love her. But we also love to tease Ryan about her.


Anyways, when I get over to James after Ryan's departure, he grins to me sheepishly. "Actually, Decklan, I... sortakindaofferedtotakeAllisonoutsoIcan'ttakeyouhomebutyougettowalkwithClarissasoit'sawinwindon'tkillmeplease." He says all at once, only half joking.


I laugh and shake my head. "You're crazy, you know that? It's cool. Go have fun with your date." I roll my eyes jokingly and slap him on the shoulder, nearly knocking him over.


I walk over to Clary. "Well, looks like both our rides ditched us for their own romantic endeavors. So, would you care to join me on a riveting walk back home, m'lady?" I smirk a little at my proper speech, and extend my arm for her to loop hers through.
 
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I'm relieved when she agrees to this promise, and keep looking to her. The setting really is perfect here, with a slightly chilly wind, the ocean waves crashing serenely in the background, both of us so tight together, the sun almost setting. Maybe if I closed the gap now then she wouldn't back away. Maybe -
''Love birds, can you come up here? The pizzeria is closing.'' Allison yelled after us, putting any other thoughts of that nature out of my head. Clary drags me back up to the pizzeria and we meet the group again. I shake out most of the sand from my clothes and near James, who was my ride here. Ryan says goodbye to both of us and heads off - his mother is blowing up his phone, complaining that he's not home yet. His mother sure is possessive, but is one of the sweetest women and all the guys love her. But we also love to tease Ryan about her.


Anyways, when I get over to James after Ryan's departure, he grins to me sheepishly. "Actually, Decklan, I... sortakindaofferedtotakeAllisonoutsoIcan'ttakeyouhomebutyougettowalkwithClarissasoit'sawinwindon'tkillmeplease." He says all at once, only half joking.


I laugh and shake my head. "You're crazy, you know that? It's cool. Go have fun with your date." I roll my eyes jokingly and slap him on the shoulder, nearly knocking him over.


I walk over to Clary. "Well, looks like both our rides ditched us for their own romantic endeavors. So, would you care to join me on a riveting walk back home, m'lady?" I smirk a little at my proper speech, and extend my arm for her to loop hers through.
Allison and James just walk out the door, looking at us with their sorry faces. Maybe after all, they were made for each other, they were both fucking crazy, childish and weird, and their way of looking at each other made me a little bit sick, so it means it was love. I stared a little bit at Decklan and his way of acting like gentleman and that made me rise my eyebrow.


''Well, my dear gentleman, I don't know how to say this, maybe my emotions can't describe themselves from my soul's cage, but fucking no.'' I say as I laugh, stepping outside of the pizzeria, waiting for him to get out too as I lock the door as it seems Allison was too busy with her lovey-dovey instead of locking the pizzeria she was working at.


''I take the arm offer only because it is windy and cold.'' I mutter as I loop my arm through his, pulling my hood on as we start walking, our houses weren't that far, and it was kind of a nice weather except that chilly wind.
 
"Wow. A guy tries so hard and for nothing..." I joke, laughing a bit at her response. I watch the new couple walk away all happily - they are so into each other it's just a little gross. And Allison called me and Clary the lovebirds. Ironic...


Clary locks up the pizzeria and takes my arm - supposedly just because of the windiness and cold. The temperature is starting to drop - I should get her home soon. I start to lead the way back home.


I decide to make some conversation on the way there. I wish I had my motorcycle right about now, so I bring that up. "So, you're riding with me to school tomorrow." I smile a little. "Is your dad going to lose his mind? Do I need a bullet-proof vest?"
 
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"Wow. A guy tries so hard and for nothing..." I joke, laughing a bit at her response. I watch the new couple walk away all happily - they are so into each other it's just a little gross. And Allison called me and Clary the lovebirds. Ironic...
Clary locks up the pizzeria and takes my arm - supposedly just because of the windiness and cold. The temperature is starting to drop - I should get her home soon. I start to lead the way back home.


I decide to make some conversation on the way there. I wish I had my motorcycle right about now, so I bring that up. "So, you're riding with me to school tomorrow." I smile a little. "Is your dad going to lose his mind? Do I need a bullet-proof vest?"

''You need a bullet-proof vest for all your body. Maybe he'll lose his mind, but he kind of just started to work early in the morning, so maybe you'll be ok. Anyways is for a week, so you'll be fine.'' I say as I keep walking, thinking about that night and the promise, maybe it wasn't a good idea


after all. I could get killed in an accident or worse, but Decklan seemed eager to make me go on that bike so I smiled at me, as we continued.



''Can we buy a coffee and something to eat, I'm starving.'' I mutter as I notice a small a small cafe that looked a little bit like a library though, it was the perfect time so I could buy some books too.
 
I remembered that I skipped lunch entirely and suddenly Clary's idea sounded great.


"Yeah, that sounds good actually," I say, changing our path to point towards the cafe. The little coffee shop had been around for a couple years now and was popular sometimes; it depended on the day. Today it seemed relatively quiet. The walls were a light tan and the floor a dark chocolate brown, glossy wood I couldn't identify. The counter was set up in the back left - it held the kitchen behind it. There were tables in front of the counter, closer to the door.


"Where do you want to sit?" I ask, observing the somewhat fancy light fixture above.
 
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I remembered that I skipped lunch entirely and suddenly Clary's idea sounded great.
"Yeah, that sounds good actually," I say, changing our path to point towards the cafe. The little coffee shop had been around for a couple years now and was popular sometimes; it depended on the day. Today it seemed relatively quiet. The walls were a light tan and the floor a dark chocolate brown, glossy wood I couldn't identify. The counter was set up in the back left - it held the kitchen behind it. There were tables in front of the counter, closer to the door.


"Where do you want to sit?" I ask, observing the somewhat fancy light fixture above.
I make a small smile as he agrees to join me to the cafe. I looked a little bit around the cafe, it was a small one and it looked all comfortable and perfect.


''We could sit next to that book shelf please?'' I say as I jump a little, like a small child, excited to look at the books. I didn't read in a while and it could be the best time to notice some new popular books. I make my way there, without waiting for Decklan as I sit down on the small sofa, placing my jacket next to me. I decided to look around the menu first, before going to stare at the books.


''What you want to eat? And if you take me with the thing that the boy pays, this isn't a date so I want to pay.'' I say as I keep looking at the menu.
 
I nod and follow her to the table by the bookshelf, examining the surroundings. It was a nice place, I just hadn't really envisioned myself in this format before.


I pick up the menu, scanning it before Clary asks what I want and says she'll pay. "Oh hell no," I say, laughing. "I am paying for us, doesn't have to be a date, it's just polite. You're quite paranoid."


"So what do you want then?" I ask, shaking my head at her and smiling.
 
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I nod and follow her to the table by the bookshelf, examining the surroundings. It was a nice place, I just hadn't really envisioned myself in this format before.
I pick up the menu, scanning it before Clary asks what I want and says she'll pay. "Oh
hell no," I say, laughing. "I am paying for us, doesn't have to be a date, it's just polite. You're quite paranoid."


"So what do
you want then?" I ask, shaking my head at her and smiling.

''I'll get a sandwich and some tea. If it is polite, then I want to be polite to myself so I'll pay for myself.'
' I mutter as I place the menu down, looking at the books.


''What is your favorite book?'' I asked as I turned myself to you.
 
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I sigh. "Fine, Clary. As you wish." I end up deciding on a similar sandwich and a coffee.


"My favorite book has been and always will be Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. It was the birth of Objectivism and voted the second most influential book of all time in people's lives, only behind the Bible, according to the New York Times." I quote as I always do when answering this question. A genuine smile pops up on my face at her slight surprise.


"And yours?"
 
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I sigh. "Fine, Clary. As you wish." I end up deciding on a similar sandwich and a coffee.
"My favorite book has been and always will be Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. It was the birth of Objectivism and voted the second most influential book of all time in people's lives, only behind the Bible, according to the New York Times." I quote as I always do when answering this question. A genuine smile pops up on my face at her slight surprise.


"And yours?"
I sighed relieve when I noticed he finally was ok with me paying for everything that I would buy. I was quite impressed that he knew Atlas Shrugged, a book that I read some time ago and really enjoyed.


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''Well, first of all, quite impressed I must say. I don't think I have like a favorite book or something but I enjoyed Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. I mean, every single romance book I've read was ending perfectly like a fairy tale, they get married, kiss and done. Well this mostly shows how 18th century was all about women marrying the richest men and they even had to give up their true love for that. I think that's quite sad, back then they would choose true love over money and now we choose money over true love and anything. I don't believe in this love too, I mean you can't just find a person and think you'll be together forever, right? Love is kind of stupid.'' I mutter, maybe I talked too much and annoyed him. I start to play with my coffee cup for a moment, after all everything was right. What is love actually? You just can't look at someone and think that you will be inseparable for the rest of your lives. I continue playing with the cup, smiling, so my words won't seem so depressing.
 
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I listen to Clary's summary of Wuthering Heights intently. I had read that book as well - she got the topic right for sure. She seemed sure of herself when she questioned what love was. And as she cut herself off - probably to avoid awkwardness - I found myself torn. She made a good point. How does anyone find someone that they'd definitely, absolutely want to spend the rest of their life with exclusively? It just doesn't make sense. There's the facade that you might think someone is perfect for you, but obviously that is never actually true.


At least not for me.


I respond after this internal analyzation. "I definitely get what you mean. Seems unrealistic that you could simply just find the one you need to complete you permanently..." I watch her fingers carefully tapping the cup, slowly glancing up at her every once in a while with a small, somewhat sad smile.
 
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I listen to Clary's summary of Wuthering Heights intently. I had read that book as well - she got the topic right for sure. She seemed sure of herself when she questioned what love was. And as she cut herself off - probably to avoid awkwardness - I found myself torn. She made a good point. How does anyone find someone that they'd definitely, absolutely want to spend the rest of their life with exclusively? It just doesn't make sense. There's the facade that you might think someone is perfect for you, but obviously that is never actually true.
At least not for me.


I respond after this internal analyzation. "I definitely get what you mean. Seems unrealistic that you could simply just find the one you need to complete you permanently..." I watch her fingers carefully tapping the cup, slowly glancing up at her every once in a while with a small, somewhat sad smile.
''I mean, I don't want to sound like that person that thinks love is really stupid or something and that could never happen to them. Maybe I just think about it that way because the things that were going on in my life some time ago, probably. I mean, sometimes there is that one person who makes you change your beliefs, right?'' I kind of felt dumb in that moment, some minutes ago I said love is stupid and now I try to defend it. Decklan felt like the guy who won't laugh at this talk, even if it wasn't a serious talk, or was it?


''I mean, like seriously you're the only guy who actually talks about books and their way of seeing things, until now I met only guys that answered with yes, no, maybe, of course, yea, you're right. Or maybe the caffeine is playing with our heads.'' I say as I continue to tap the cup, smiling and glancing at him a little bit. After all, that was true. I met only stupid guys or uninterested ones and here was Decklan, an alien.
 
"I mean, sometimes there is that one person who makes you change your beliefs, right?'' Clary said, looking a little lost and helpless. She seemed like she wanted to tell herself that love was stupid, but didn't actually believe it. I respond after a moment of choosing my words.


"Well, in my experience, there can be that one person," I say. "However, if that one person doesn't have the same illusion about you, you're in for worlds of pain."


She talks about how I'm the only guy she's met who has opinions. I smile. "Of course, yeah." I mess with her for a minute, beaming when she's a little exasperated..


"Kidding. But the reason that guys don't speak much is because you intimidate them." I say, chuckling a little at her surprised reaction to this. "When they just agree with you, it's because you seem so smart and they don't want to scare you off. Me, on the other hand," I say, smirking and sitting back a little, "I gladly share my opinions. I don't like being uninvolved in a conversation. That's not engaging for anyone."
 
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"I mean, sometimes there is that one person who makes you change your beliefs, right?'' Clary said, looking a little lost and helpless. She seemed like she wanted to tell herself that love was stupid, but didn't actually believe it. I respond after a moment of choosing my words.
"Well, in my experience, there can be that one person," I say. "However, if that one person doesn't have the same illusion about you, you're in for worlds of pain."


She talks about how I'm the only guy she's met who has opinions. I smile. "Of course, yeah." I mess with her for a minute, beaming when she's a little exasperated..


"Kidding. But the reason that guys don't speak much is because you intimidate them." I say, chuckling a little at her surprised reaction to this. "When they just agree with you, it's because you seem so smart and they don't want to scare you off. Me, on the other hand," I say, smirking and sitting back a little, "I gladly share my opinions. I don't like being uninvolved in a conversation. That's not engaging for anyone."
I kind of smile when he agrees with me about that one person, even though he adds that. Of course after Talia breaking his heart, he really must though she was the one. It was kind of hard to imagine Decklan in love actually, if you look at him more carefully, he seems like that guy without emotions, that gives no fuck.


''Haha, funny.'' I say after he messes with me, making me roll my eyes as I sit back a little. ''I seem smart? Please, I am smart. Very smart. Mega-extra smart.'' I mess around too this time, laughing.


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''Hm.. fine then. Because I like you that much, and because you actually maintain the conversation, I'll give you a chance to win my eternal love, and don't think about it like a weird thing. We'll spend tomorrow together, skipping school, going to museums, galleries, talking, you buy me food. If everything is going on perfectly, something might happen, like a sign or a thing that we should keep talking, and I'll let you take me to the carnival. If not, we'll be only nice neighbors and I don't have to let your give me a ride to high school. Take this chance as a prize or something, because you took care of me, blah blah.'' I say that as I make my ''I-know-everything'' look.That sounded like a dumb movie, and I was sure that even something would happen between us, I would run away scared from my feelings, from the things that could happen between us, but I'll take a risk and mostly I want to see if he could deal with me. I pick my jacket and leave the money on the table as I start to make my way to the exit. ''Our houses are not far, you can give me an answer while we walk.'' I say as I smirk a little.
 
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As she explains her new plan for tomorrow, I find myself increasingly excited about that chance. I find myself lost in possibilities of tomorrow as I follow her out and back to our houses. Especially because she doesn't know the town yet! I could show her all around, impress her with the best parts of the city, create whatever mood I wanted with her. I apparently could even win her love.


That's what I wanted to do, right? Am I strong enough to brave that chance?


"Eternal love?" I ask as I follow her out. "Are you considering me someone worthy of such? I am humbled." I say, laughing a little.


"Hmm. It seems this chance will either go very badly or very well for me. I'd lose my privilege of transporting you on the motorcycle if I failed..." A smirk grows. "Of course, I will be driving you around on it all day tomorrow if I accept anyways. And I don't think I'll fail. Alright, Clary, you've got a deal." I declare. "Do you shake or something on these things?"
 
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As she explains her new plan for tomorrow, I find myself increasingly excited about that chance. I find myself lost in possibilities of tomorrow as I follow her out and back to our houses. Especially because she doesn't know the town yet! I could show her all around, impress her with the best parts of the city, create whatever mood I wanted with her. I apparently could even win her love.
That's what I wanted to do, right? Am I strong enough to brave that chance?


"Eternal love?" I ask as I follow her out. "Are you considering me someone worthy of such? I am humbled." I say, laughing a little.


"Hmm. It seems this chance will either go very badly or very well for me. I'd lose my privilege of transporting you on the motorcycle if I failed..." A smirk grows. "Of course, I will be driving you around on it all day tomorrow if I accept anyways. And I don't think I'll fail. Alright, Clary, you've got a deal." I declare. "Do you shake or something on these things?"
"Eternal love?'' He asks as he follows me outside and I notice that he was pretty much surprised by that from the tone in his voice. "Are you considering me someone worthy of such? I am humbled."


''I start to like when you talk like a gentleman, I feel like in a book written by Jane Austen or Emily Bronte, but I don't wear fancy dresses, I wear jeans and boots.'' I laugh, as I continue walking.


''I do the pinky promise, I trust it more than a hand shake.'' I say as I stop in the middle of the road, placing my pinky finger in the air, and after the deal is done, I continue walking.


''You know, this situation reminds me of a movie Before Sunrise, like they meet on a train and they start talking, and the boy convinces her to go with him to Venice for one day and then in the morning they split up ad never see each other, even though they make a promise to see each other again in 6 months. This situation reminds me of a song too, so in case they have a records shop around here I could show it to you tomorrow.'' I mutter as I finally notice my house making it's way on the road and see that my dad is home early than expected. I hug Decklan as fast as possible and start to run a little bit to the house, waving at him as I mimic we will see each other tomorrow.


I finally lock the door back and notice that my dad was sitting at the counter looking at some papers, as he doesn't even notice me. I sigh and place my jacket and boots at the door as I continue to make my way upstairs, thinking about what happened. Maybe that was really stupid and Decklan would just run away tomorrow morning and I'll wake to reality, after all I didn't feel anything for him right? I just wanted to test him and that was it, no more. I changed into my t-shirt and some shorts as I trow myself on the bed, as I was tired from fighting with Alan and all the things that happened today.


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In the morning, the alarms just beeps into my head and that reminds me that I should close my phone while I will be with Decklan so I can avoid talking with Allison or dad to invent some stupid excuses. I get up slowly, still a little bit dizzy from the sleep as I go to the bathroom to do my morning routine. As I return back I look around the closet, I pick a black tee that shows my back, a long skirt and my black sneakers. I put some money, my notebook, my phone that I shut down, my camera and my earphones into my bag pack as I get down the stairs, closing the door as I notice dad left early again.
 
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So talking like a gentleman was what she enjoyed... I noted that in the back of my mind. She liked being treated like it was a Jane Austen book, but she shouldn't be expected to dress up. Only jeans and boots. After all it was the 21st century, I thought and laughed along with her.


Already I was developing a plan of places to take her around that next day, as she talked about what this scenario reminded her of. I nodded politely and added comments here and there, but my schedule needed attending to. She gets home and sees her dad is there. She turned around to me and hugs me goodbye, fleeing to her home. I smile contently as she escapes back inside. So many possibilities...


I walk inside and my mother is at the kitchen table, reading something on her laptop. She takes off her reading glasses and greets me. I wave to her goodnight and crash up the stairs. She seems busy, so I'll leave her be. Besides, I have an itinerary to make.


I set my alarm for about 45 minutes earlier than normal on a school day. I get myself ready into a nice lighter forest green shirt - one that brings out the intensity in my own green eyes - and place my leather jacket over it. Can't leave that part behind. I also grab some simple black pants and my boots. My hair is in its normal way.


I get my motorcycle out of the shed and start to roll it out onto the driveway. I stop in the yard when I see Clary's dad leaving the house. I don't want a run in with him, especially not today and especially not after what a scene I made last time with him. When he's safely out of the area, I continue grabbing my bike and then jump on it, sailing out of the driveway and into town.


I stop by a few different places, running my errands efficiently. The last things on my list are to get some extra gas - might need it driving around so much today - and getting some flowers. This part was hard. She said she liked being treated properly so I thought flowers wouldn't hurt. However, it had been a long, long time since I had bought flowers for anyone, and Talia specifically only liked tiger lilies. That was simple because I knew what she liked and didn't have to question my choices. I still know nothing else about flowers. With Clary, though, I had no idea what she liked, and had no clue whether the flowers would be too forward in a way. But then again, it was just kind, so...


I suddenly remembered Clary admiring the metal rose figure I had on my desk in my room. Perhaps she likes roses? Red roses would be way too forward for sure, but according to a chart in the store (see chart attached), other colors of roses meant other things. What message did I want to send to her...


White was for youthfulness - that didn't fit. And I didn't want to give her friendship yellow, that was not forward enough. I found that orange meant enthusiasm and desire - perhaps those could work. I paired a few orange ones with pink ones that mean appreciation and perfect happiness. The colors went well together. That about summed it up. Set with everything, I rode back on home in time.


I stopped at Clary's door and walked up, tossing my hair back to normal a bit. I rang the bell and waited for her to open it. When she did I presented her with the flowers. "For you." I said simply, bowing my head a little bit with a silly smile. "Would you accompany me today on a thorough, spectacular adventure around town?"<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_12/colors-of-roses.png.48b7f04332284eaea9f08fed184e4066.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="91183" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_12/colors-of-roses.png.48b7f04332284eaea9f08fed184e4066.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

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So talking like a gentleman was what she enjoyed... I noted that in the back of my mind. She liked being treated like it was a Jane Austen book, but she shouldn't be expected to dress up. Only jeans and boots. After all it was the 21st century, I thought and laughed along with her.
Already I was developing a plan of places to take her around that next day, as she talked about what this scenario reminded her of. I nodded politely and added comments here and there, but my schedule needed attending to. She gets home and sees her dad is there. She turned around to me and hugs me goodbye, fleeing to her home. I smile contently as she escapes back inside. So many possibilities...


I walk inside and my mother is at the kitchen table, reading something on her laptop. She takes off her reading glasses and greets me. I wave to her goodnight and crash up the stairs. She seems busy, so I'll leave her be. Besides, I have an itinerary to make.


I set my alarm for about 45 minutes earlier than normal on a school day. I get myself ready into a nice lighter forest green shirt - one that brings out the intensity in my own green eyes - and place my leather jacket over it. Can't leave that part behind. I also grab some simple black pants and my boots. My hair is in its normal way.


I get my motorcycle out of the shed and start to roll it out onto the driveway. I stop in the yard when I see Clary's dad leaving the house. I don't want a run in with him, especially not today and especially not after what a scene I made last time with him. When he's safely out of the area, I continue grabbing my bike and then jump on it, sailing out of the driveway and into town.


I stop by a few different places, running my errands efficiently. The last things on my list are to get some extra gas - might need it driving around so much today - and getting some flowers. This part was hard. She said she liked being treated properly so I thought flowers wouldn't hurt. However, it had been a long, long time since I had bought flowers for anyone, and Talia specifically only liked tiger lilies. That was simple because I knew what she liked and didn't have to question my choices. I still know nothing else about flowers. With Clary, though, I had no idea what she liked, and had no clue whether the flowers would be too forward in a way. But then again, it was just kind, so...


I suddenly remembered Clary admiring the metal rose figure I had on my desk in my room. Perhaps she likes roses? Red roses would be way too forward for sure, but according to a chart in the store (see chart attached), other colors of roses meant other things. What message did I want to send to her...


White was for youthfulness - that didn't fit. And I didn't want to give her friendship yellow, that was not forward enough. I found that orange meant enthusiasm and desire - perhaps those could work. I paired a few orange ones with pink ones that mean appreciation and perfect happiness. The colors went well together. That about summed it up. Set with everything, I rode back on home in time.


I stopped at Clary's door and walked up, tossing my hair back to normal a bit. I rang the bell and waited for her to open it. When she did I presented her with the flowers. "For you." I said simply, bowing my head a little bit with a silly smile. "Would you accompany me today on a thorough, spectacular adventure around town?"
Just when I get downstairs, placing my bag on the table as I notice that my dad's papers are everywhere I though I could just place them around, when the doorbell interrupts me right in the moment I wanted to touch them. I sigh a little, thinking that maybe dad forgot something in the house, and I make my way to the door, opening it. And there I notice Decklan with a bouquet of roses -that were my favorites-, talking with his gentleman vocabulary and accent. I look a little bit at the flowers and then at him, hoping that my face didn't get all red. I take the flowers as I continue to look at him a little bit surprised, trying to get back to normal.


''Thank you..'' I mutter. ''Well, if I won't die on that motorcycle and you'll continue being this nice, maybe. Just wait here, I need to place these flowers in a vase and take my bag pack.'' I say as I try to bring myself back to reality, keeping the door open as I find some vase, placing it into the kitchen. I stare a little at the flowers and then I get my bag pack, checking if everything is in in his place. I get outside the house, smiling a little bit at Decklan as I lock the door and make my way to the motorcycle. ''Okay, my tour guide, where first?'' I say as I sit on the motorcycle, trying not to think that I will have to actually travel on that. ''And between, phone closed. No interruptions needed, no emergencies, no nothing.'' I say with my serious voice.
 
She looks surprised... I can't tell whether she likes the flowers. It's a little nerve wracking, honestly. But she says I was being nice so I guess it went well.


When she comes back she sits on the motorcycle gingerly, almost afraid of it. I smile a little. She asks where we're going and explains the phone rule. "Yes, ma'am," I laugh, taking out my phone and silencing it.


"As far as where we're going, you don't get to know where we're going until we get there. Surprises add to the... effect." I smile, doing a little jazz hands thing on 'effect.'


I walk over to the motorcycle and swing my leg over the side, sitting on it backwards and facing her. I'm a bit close to her because of the bike's size; sort of like on the beach. My heart quickens just a little.


"A few things before we begin," I start. "First, you should know that I have not ever crashed this bike, gotten into an accident or ever even scratched this baby. You are completely safe." I say protectively and smile softly. "I even bought you a helmet this morning so you wouldn't panic..." I pick up a sleek, dark indigo motorbike helmet. "It's cool yet feminine, light but still protective. It's perfect for you." I console, handing the helmet to her.


"Next, you said you only wore jeans and boots. You're wearing a skirt today." I wink. "Not that I don't like it, it's pretty, but wearing a skirt on a motorcycle might prove to be... Problematic. Just a warning."


"Finally, so I may start off this adventure correctly, have you eaten breakfast yet?" I ask, tilting my head a little.
 

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