Post by lucy on Jul 28, 2012 0:00:56 GMT -5
[style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 18.7px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 90%; text-shadow: #0d0d0d 1px 0px, #0d0d0d 0px 1px, #555554 0px -1px, #0d0d0d -1px 0px; color: white;]you and i both know the way that this will end
| [atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 290px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto]lucy was never one to like surprises. but this one...well, it seemed to have a lot in store for the blue eyed seventeen year old. and it wasn't often that she took elizabeth's offers up to set her up on a blind date, but just this once, she figured why not? after shooting down her friend's multiple attempts at setting her up with a guy, she finally caved. it could have been the fact that she automatically assumed he was some old guy when bethy said that lucy would love him, or that she had nothing better to do friday evening since school was still out for the summer break lucy had welcomed with open arms a few months ago, but now she kind of wished she could go back and get senior year done and over with. she couldn't wait for college. not for the hot frat boys she was bound to come across, but because of her professors. okay, well, that wasn't entirely true. she did enjoy guys her age but...it was a long story, really. she didn't know why or who or what or when, something about guys around her age just seemed a bit off and immature. [/style]lucy had to admit, elizabeth might have gone a bit overboard on this whole thing. it was bad enough that she wouldn't stop talking about it to luce, but she had even set up a place for them to meet, without consulting lucy first. but she wasn't about to complain. the pizza parlor on fifth avenue had pizza to absolutely die for. at least, so far, her friend had done right by her where the food was concerned. now all she had to worry about was...well, her date. which was plenty to stress the young girl out, understandably. it didn't help matters at all that she had one of her nightmares the previous night, so she was running on three or four hours of sleep at a maximum. but it was nothing she couldn't handle. she was absolutely used to situations like that. hell, that's where half her inspiration for art and music came from. it's just that no one knew that. except for her parents, obviously. and her therapist. but that was a given as well. she feared that if people knew the reason why her paintings were so vivid or why her songs were so deep (if she ever managed to squeeze out an original song of her own), they wouldn't enjoy it as much as they did now. she sat at a table in the parlor, goosebumps spreading across her arms as the ac sputtered to life. she took a sip from the straw in her coke as she waited patiently, eyes glued to the wall in front of her. naturally, she had her back facing the door, and whenever she heard it ring, signalling someone had just entered, she was tempted to turn around and look, but she didn't want to. for two reasons, really. she wanted to be surprised when he spotted her with her outfit (bethy had told him what she'd be wearing), and two: she didn't want to seem like some paranoid freak, or worse, a really desperate woman. none of which was completely true, by the way. she licked her lips as she stared down at the menu, although she had been to this particular pizza shop enough times to know exactly what she wanted. she just needed a way to kill time. but before she knew it, the bell rang again, and it took a few seconds for it to ring again, signalling that the person had closed the door. the air in the parlor changed and she rubbed her bicep for a few seconds. this had to be him. | [/style] |
[style=width: 465px; background: #E5E3D7; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #000; letter-spacing: 1px]naomi wiff gale , idk , feast your eyes , surpiiiseeeee~. also i went a liiittle over the limit. ily. <3