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Post by Quinnlan Arielle on Feb 21, 2006 1:41:12 GMT -5
Quinn turned around her mouth full with the chocolate ice cream she'd purchased after she'd left the diner. She then saw the pretty clothes in the window and had to stop to look. She now saw that Jim man standing in front of her. Her face went from surprise to confusion. Was he following her? No that wasn't possible, she was just being paranoid. "Uh... yes? May I help you?" Wondering what he wanted. After all, if he didn't want anything then why would he talk to her?
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Post by James Dean on Feb 21, 2006 1:51:15 GMT -5
James cleared his throat and set his suitcase on the ground next to him. He then shoved his hands in his pockets and looked up at her from under his lashes. "I just saw you over here and was wondering..." He trailed off. Believe it or not James Dean wasn't good at this whole date thing. He huffed and turned his attention to what she was looking at in the window. It was a lavender dress with white poka dots scattered on it. It would look great on her with her hair. He looked back at her and noticed she had followed his gaze and was now looking at the dress fondly. "You should get it." He commented and gestured to the dress.
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Post by Quinnlan Arielle on Feb 21, 2006 1:58:22 GMT -5
Quinn smiled up at the dress. She really wanted that dress. She then shook her head and sighed. "Well it has to stay in the store I'm afraid. It's either that dress or my rent. And I'd rather have a place to live then a pretty dress." She confessed and turned from it to look at him. She loved what she did but it sometimes irked her that she could afford pretty things sometimes. She was always content to look at the through the windows though. That's usually how she lived her life. Looking at other people living theirs through a window. Never going in or getting close to anyone.
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Post by James Dean on Feb 21, 2006 2:10:58 GMT -5
"Well I could get it for you." He told her honestly. He didn't mean to say it out loud he was just thinking it. But now that it was out of his mind and mouth he didn't mind if she said yes. He wouldn't mind buying her things. Hell what was wrong with him? He'd just met this girl not even an hour ago. And not really met, he'd only spoken a few sentences to her. Oh well he offered and he'd not take it back. She wanted it and he wanted to make her smile. Oh lord, he was getting to into this for his liking. Everything in him screamed that he should just pick up his stuff and run as far away from her as possible. She'd be nothing but trouble and he knew it.
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Post by Quinnlan Arielle on Feb 21, 2006 2:20:26 GMT -5
Quinn was actually having a nice time talking to this guy who apparently was famous. He didn't act like famous people usually did. Then he went and ruined it with his offer to buy her something that she couldn't afford on her own. She didn't take too kindly to charity. In fact it embarrassed and pissed her off when someone bought her something that she wanted but couldn't get herself. Her temper was ready to come out and show it's ugly face and she was helpless to stop it. She was a slave to the emotions running through her. It was her fault for being Irish. "No thank you. Why don't you give your charity to someone else who actually might need it." She huffed and tossed her ice cream cone at him. She went to stomp off when she turned back to say something else. "You pampas jerk! Just because you're "famous" doesn't mean I'll just crawl into bed with you and let you make me another one of your bimbos!" She spun on her heels and stalked off cursing him under her breath and not caring that people were staring.
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Post by James Dean on Feb 21, 2006 2:26:11 GMT -5
Well that went differently in his head. James mused as he wiped chocolate ice cream from his white t-shirt. He hated that she left like she did but he did enjoy watching her go. She had a nice... He shook himself out of it as people passing looked at him oddly. He mumbled under his breath and buttoned up his jacket as to hide the chocolate stain then got a brilliant idea. He didn't know what was wrong with him but he wanted Quinn Arielle and James Dean usually got what he wanted. He'd start winning her over. He smiled to himself and picked up his suitcase and started working on his plan.
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Post by Elvis Presley on Feb 21, 2006 2:32:46 GMT -5
Elvis came out after paying his bill. When he seen James he noticed that he had a brown stain all over his cloths. "Man, you don't know how to eat ice cream?" Elvis joked. Then he looked down the street and seen the fiery red head storming down the sidewalk. "I'm thinking that it wasn't you who spilled your ice cream. She's a little firecracker huh?" He asks while looking back at James. "Oh, don't let her get you down old buddy!"
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Post by James Dean on Feb 21, 2006 2:42:16 GMT -5
James chuckled and shook his head. "Oh I don't intend to. Hey do you mind giving me a ride home so I can change? I just have to do something before we go though." He winked at his friend and left his suitcase in Elvis's care while he walked away. It only took a few minutes to do what he had to and when he returned he grabbed his suitcase back and grinned at Elvis. "She wont know what hit her." He commented with a wicked smirk.
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