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Post by THEODORE CLARK. on Jul 24, 2009 20:06:24 GMT -5
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friday evening found theodore in his room, belly down on his bed, with his face in a book. tara was supposed to come over later, around nine. the plan was that they watch a movie ( the particular film was undecided. ) he had a few titles in mind, and had already pulled them out of god knows where and spread them out across the coffee table. he was thinking that they'd watch in the living room, where they had easy access to the microwave for popcorn, and the bathroom was right across the way, in case tara peed her pants, ha. that probably wouldn't happen, but hey. just in case, right? right. and he already went around his apartment, placing recent artwork in strategic places. theodore figured tara would pick up something sometime, and chances were they'd start talking about it, and you know how theodore loves to blab about his artwork. then again, that wasn't the main objective of the night-- he couldn't seem to decide whether or not he wanted to try and take things with tara farther tonight. he didn't like thinking about it; by reading harry potter he was attempting to kick it all back into some damp, dusty corner of the attic of his head. .. it wasn't working, though. he couldn't seem to get past it, and he couldn't seem to recall anything about the paragraph he had just read for the seventh time.
theodore didn't know what to do with this dilemma. on one hand, he had charlotte, and on the other he had tara. he couldn't even begin to compare and contrast them, they were alike in so many ways that it almost seemed like the choice didn't matter. but that wasn't the real issue, the thing was that theodore didn't want to only have one, he wanted both. yeah, it was selfish and abusive, but in his ideal world he would be able to go to tara one day and then charlotte another, depending on what he felt like. he knew it was impossible, but. it was still nice to think about. but if he kept both as friends, then there'd be no sexy action to be seen anywhere; he figured that much. on his judgment, the second he kissed one girl the other would be thrown out the window, and he didn't want that at all. but what if, just maybe, he could have relations with both? if he kept everything on the down low and no one exposed him.. holy shit. it just might work. yeah, it might work! putting down the book, he lifted his eyes to scan the room. .. he could have movie night in his bedroom, hum. that'd be sexy, to say the least.
getting to his feet, he eyed the television on the bureau against the wall. it wasn't as big as the other one, but the bed was a thousand times comfier than the stubborn sofa. checking the time via a quick glance at the old style clock above his head, he moved into the living room, bending at the waist to gather the scattered dvds into his arms. stacking them up on his bedside table, he made sure that his preferences were on top, and his least favorites were on the bottom. he doubted she would notice, but if she happened to pick the first one she saw then he'd be content. realizing that his bed was a mess, he tugged at the sheets, tucking them in underneath the pillows-- then loosening them so they weren't too difficult to get under. coming to the conclusion that he wasn't dressed enough for the occasion, he ransacked the dresser for flannel pajama pants and a white wife beater. taking another glance at the beater, he abandoned it in favor of being shirtless. after changing, he took note of the time again and sat down on his bed again, picking up the novel again. now, he just had to wait for tara to show.
after a solid half hour, he began to wonder what was keeping her. was she going to ditch on him? theodore wouldn't have been so paranoid if he didn't have things in mind for tonight, if he still thought of her as out of bounds. as he considered the situation, he heard sound outside. dropping the book and bringing himself to his feet, he grabbed a blanket and draped it over his shoulders. looking around one last time as he walked toward the door, he ruffled his hair with one hand. it ended up resting on the back of his neck as he opened the door inward. "hot damn, tara?!" smirking, he stood there for a moment before reaching out and securing a hold on her hand, pulling her in gently. "i've missed you, what kept you!" it was more of a statement than a question, but he gave her room to answer anyway. letting go of her, he subconsciously adjusted his blanket while a slight grin took over his features. "so, movies. i've got loads, c'mere." smirking at her, ted backed up, moving slowly though the hall, not wanting to move too far away too fast. "you get to pick." the movie choice was the last thing on his mind, though. this was going to be good.
NOTES .. IT'S SO ON. XD
WORDS EIGHTY EIGHT FIVE.
TAGGED RINI'S TARA!
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION !
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Post by » tara mckelvey on Jul 28, 2009 16:33:28 GMT -5
 take off your shirt, your shoes those skinny jeans i bought for you it's happening, there's nothing left
Where the heck was her phone… she couldn’t find it. She was heading over to Theodore’s house that night, and they were going to have a movie night. But she couldn’t even find her phone to tell him she might be a bit late. Her dad was going out with a few of his guy friends, and she’d have to walk to him apartment. And she couldn’t find her phone to tell him that. Groaning, she threw her sheets off the bed, trying to see if she slept on her phone or something last night. But when she didn’t see it, she let her head fall against the bed in defeat. She couldn’t find it. She’d just have to show up late and explain to him. Huh… glancing at the clock against the wall, she pushed herself off the bed and decided she should change. She was still wearing a black tank top and blue jeans shorts from her painting earlier that day. She’d been hanging out with Rocky that day, and painting had been on the agenda. It’d turned out pretty fun. Except now she had a streak of blue paint in her hair that just wouldn’t come out, no matter how much water she used. She’d have to try later. Right now she was going to have to find something to wear. She wasn’t going to wear her normal skinnies though. It was hot enough outside. So, finding another pair of her jeans short shorts, she changed out of her current paint splattered shorts into her fresh pair. She also found a white t-shirt and threw it on as she changed out of her tank top. Glancing at her face in the mirror, she frowned at the fact that there was red paint on her face. She was going to hurt Rocky next time she saw him. It was all his fault her face now resembled a clown’s.
Walking into her bathroom, she turned the faucet on in the sink, and tried to get the paint off her face. After scrubbing at her face for ten minutes, she managed to wipe off the last of the paint, though her cheek were a fair hint of pink. Sighing, she turned the faucet off and grabbed the towel that was hanging on her towel rack next to the sink. Drying off her face, she walked into the bedroom once again, this time debating on whether she should straighten her hair or not. She didn’t want to risk it, since her hair was already fried from constant straightening, and there was blue paint in her hair to boot. But she honestly didn’t care; she wouldn’t really go out in public without her hair straightened while it was this short. So, turning her flat iron, she waited five minutes before she straightened her hair, which only took another ten minutes. Soon she was actually looking decent. Smiling at her appearance, she shoved her feet into her black loafers as she looked around for her bag. She wasn’t going to bring her camera with her this time, which was a first, definitely. She took her beloved camera everywhere, but tonight she figured that she didn’t need it.
Walking downstairs, she saw that her dad still hadn’t left yet, though he was done getting ready. “Hey dad, I’m heading out, all right?” she leaned against the wall as she listened to him. “Just going to go see a movie with a friend.” When he asked who it was, she decided being honest would work. “With Theodore. He works at the diner.” she knew that right away, her dad would like him. Her father was best friends with the lady that owned it, so he knew plenty of the employees that worked there. Or at least trusted them, because he just wished that she had fun. Saying that she would, she wished him to have fun with his friends as she walked out the door. Closing it behind her, she walked down the stairs of her porch before walking out onto the sidewalk and taking the fifteen minute walk to the apartments. It would have been so much easier if it had not decided to rain the minute the shit the sidewalk. Cursing under her breath, she picked up her pace, crossing her arms as she quickly walked down the sidewalk. It seemed to take twice as long as reach the apartments though, in her mind. Shaking her head, she looked up as she realized that she’d reached his apartment in half the time it normally would have taken her.
Walking up the stairs towards his door, she knocked on his door quickly, keeping her arms crossed as though to keep herself warm. As she brushed her now soaking wet hair out of her face, she looked up, her blue eyes meeting up with theo’s as he opened the door. Hearing him, she couldn’t help but smile, especially as he took her by the hand and led her inside. Hearing his question… or statement, really, she laughed. “in case you haven’t noticed, it’s raining. And I’m wet.” she frowned, looking at him. “do you thin k I could use a towel? I’m just really cold right now.” she looked at him, just noticing his attire. Noticing that he just had a blanket wrapped around himself fover his flannel pants, she felt a bit of heat rushing to her face. Looking down, she just ran her hand through her hair, mumbling something about never mind the towel. She felt a lot warmer all of a sudden. She looked up as she heard his statement about the movies, and she followed him as he walked backwards. Realizing that they were going towards his room, she stopped slightly for a minute, but she continued. It would be better to see a movie in his room than the living room, she figured… a small part of her definitely would not mind, that was for sure. Hearing his statement on she got to pick, she nodded, looking through the list of movies. She wasn’t too sure either. She just picked the first scary looking on there was. She normally hated them, but she figured hey, this would be a good time to get over that. Turning around quickly, she looked up at him, seeing that he was a bit closer than she thought. “what about this one?” she held it up to him, smirking slightly. “Unless… you’re… you know, scared?” Psh. She was the one who was afraid to see this, even though she didn’t know what she picked. Seeing the title ‘Nightmare On Elm Street’, she stared at it for a minute. It was one of her dad’s favorite scary movies…. Swalling the feeling of being scared, she looked at him. “So, what do you say?”
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so hey, this thread is finished, and it's for theodore, aka jonsaayyyyyy <3. it's like a freaking novel! i mean, it has 1,137 words in it, for goodness sake, even with her outfit, which is mentioned in the post. oh, by the way, all time low was kind enough to give us these lyrics to use. oh, i just have to say; i really like this post. x3
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