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Post by Meg Holloway on Mar 23, 2007 14:43:54 GMT -5
Apparently, on her date, she was going to have to dress up. This was something that Meg did only once or twice, and never voluntarily. This time, though, she felt like being girlish. The only problem with wanting to be feminine for this date was that she had no girly, flirty clothes -- and that's exactly what she needed. So, with that in mind, she'd ventured out and actually went shopping. She grabbed the first skirt that she saw, made sure it fit, and then bought it. Then she realized that she'd probably need a shirt -- going topless was probably too much for the first date, and she had nothing that matched this new skirt. She spotted a black shirt that tied in the center, and tried it on. It was a little more low-cut for her taste, but it was better than nothing. Then it was time for shoes. Flats were the only option for Meg; she'd worn heels maybe once and had wanted to die. Luck was on her side today, becuase she found a pair of shoes with a very slight heel. They were shiny, which was probably why Meg had been attracted to them. Thankfully, she had jewelry at home, and she'd just wear her hair down. Everything was set. Five minutes before Kyle was due to pick her up, Meg found herself pacing around the apartment. She'd broken her shoes in yesterday, and she had managed to avoid getting paint on them - which was really something to be proud of, for Meg. She was wearing a necklace, a dark chain with a diamond circle at the center. Since she was wearing a skirt, she felt completely strange, but she did like the skirt - it was a simple off-white, with a black stripe close to the bottom. Now all that she had to do was wait. [[ SKIRTSHIRTSHOESNECKLACE ]]
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on Mar 23, 2007 18:52:05 GMT -5
When Kyle had said "Wear something nice" for their date, he hadn't meant it was anything fancy. He just wanted to say "Wear something not paint covered" without sounding like a total ass. Not that he hadn't gone out of his way to look nice, he had used up the last of his meager savings to buy a new outfit for the occasion. He wasn't being girly or anything, just that none of his stuff seemed to fit all of the sudden. Maybe the inflated ego caused by her actually agreeing to date him made him seem larger.
Looking in the mirror, Kyle checked over his outfit one last time. It was simple enough, dark jeans with a white button down shirt (Untucked of course) and a black tweed jacket. Throw in a pair of black leather boots and dashing hat that looked like it came from a gangster movie, and he was ready to go. He had even cut his hair short that morning and let his facial hair grow out just enough to give him that carelessly unshorn look. He wondered if she would recognize him.
After giving Kate a peck on the cheek and making her promise not to get into any trouble while he was gone, Kyle dashed out the door and to the broom cupboard. Grabbing up his well kept but aging broom, Kyle sighed. He wished he could have saved his money up and gotten a nice Firebolt or something sleek like that. Then they could ride in style. But he had spent the money he had been saving (Albeit it wasn't much) for the clothes. So they would have to suffer on this old POS. With a dejected sigh, Kyle hopped on and rode off.
Arriving at her house a few moments later, Kyle paused at the door. Ok ok... this is it. The first date, the first real impression. You have to sweep her off her feet.... He told himself. Opening the package he had tied to the side of his broom, he smiled at the contents. He could have easily conjured some flowers for her, but this seemed more fitting. Pulling out the bouquet of paintbrushes, Kyle looked them over to make sure no bristles were out of place. The art supply guy looked at him weird when he asked for a variety of pastel tinted brushes. After turning all their shafts green and making the fine hair of the bristles smell like real roses, he thought they looked pretty sweet. A brush bouquet would surely impress her more then some flowers.
Brushes in hand, Kyle took a deep breath. Here it goes... he thought as he raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door. Realizing that he must sound weak and feminine with that knock, he followed it up with a firmer and louder one.
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Post by Meg Holloway on Mar 24, 2007 12:47:50 GMT -5
As she nervously awaited Kyle's arrival, Meg tried to imagine what would happen on this date. She didn't know Kyle all that well; this date was actually extremely impulsive. After she had left the coffee joint that day, she went back to the Gallery and thought about events that had occurred. She realized that she liked Kyle -- and that made her happy.
Just as she was starting to think about what she should have for dinner, she heard a light rapping on the door. Meg jumped up from the chair that she'd been sitting on and tripped. She wasn't wearing sneakers, and that felt completely foreign to her. Checking out her skirt to make sure it wasn't destroyed yet, she started walking towards the door.
Then a louder, more eager knock rang through her apartment. Smiling, Meg opened her door and saw Kyle with a bundle of paintbrushes -- which was so perfect -- and dressed in a magnificently breathtaking outfit. "Hi," she managed. "Um, do you wanna come in, or do you just want to, um - go?" she stammered.
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on Mar 24, 2007 19:19:49 GMT -5
His hand barely ended the sharp knock when the door was flung open. His breath caught a little in his throat when he saw her. She looked... beautiful? No... That wasn't the right word. It was too simple, too plain and too boring for what Meg was. No, she was a word all to herself that he had yet to come up with. Even in a simple top and skirt, she had this air about her that made him want to smile and blush. Not to mention that the shirt was low cut enough that he got a nice view of her cleavage. Not that he would admit that it was on his mind.
"You look..." He started softly, probably too softly to hear, and paused. He still hadn't thought of the word. Thankfully, she didn't seem to hear him as she stuttered out herself "Hi, Um, do you wanna come in, or do you just want to, um - go?"
"Uh.." He said, his thoughts about how great she looked put on hold for a moment as he dumbly stared around him trying to figure out what to do. Remembering the brushes in his hand, he shoved them at her, a small blush on his cheeks "Here... these are for you... I thought they were more fitting then roses... Too overdone..."
Realizing that he was blabbering on and still hadn't answered her question, Kyle quickly added, "We should probably put them in water or something before we go..." He then chuckled a little, trying not to laugh too much at his little joke lest she didn't find it humorous. Scratching the back of his head shyly, he looked up at her, waiting.
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Post by Meg Holloway on Mar 24, 2007 20:01:45 GMT -5
With any other man, she would have felt insanely uncomfortable with the low-cut shirt and the skirt and the whole getup. However, Kyle was a different case altogether. She didn't feel like he was going to suddenly attempt to grope her. That was probably in his best interest; if he did try anything like that, her brothers would be wailing on him within days.
The roses were thrust at her, and Meg's brown eyes lit up. This was the most creative, and the sweetest gift she'd ever received. "They're perfect," Meg thanked. "I'd probably kill real roses anyway!" She laughed at Kyle's joke about putting them in the water. For kicks, she got a glass and muttered Aguimenti whilst pointing her wand at it, and then dropped the brushes in. "Wala. I should put them in direct sunlight." She didn't want to take the joke too far, and she didn't feel like finding a window, so she put the glass on a table that was by her door.
"Okay, now that the beautiful paintbrushes are settled," Meredith started, "We can go." Thankfully, it wasn't winter, so she didn't have to grab her coat -- her only coat was a windbreaker that had been her stepfather's. She didn't have a purse, either, because she didn't carry a purse around. Where would she put her wand? Well, she didn't need it. Then again, how was she going to get back into her apartment? Eh, she could go in through the back window. It wouldn't be the first time. She left her wand underneath her couch -- a good hiding spot, she thought, because that way Gypsy couldn't get to it. Currently, Gypsy was stowed away in her bedroom.
She closed the door behind her and then looked over at Kyle again, her eyes shining with girlish giddiness. It was lame, and she knew it, but she was excited for this date. She had never had a real date before, and she was eager to find out what it was going to be like. Meg had to wonder if it would be worth the very strenuous time she'd spent putting on make-up, for once in her life. Mascara, blush, eye shadow, and lipstick all graced Meg's kid-like face.
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on Mar 24, 2007 22:15:56 GMT -5
"They're perfect, I'd probably kill real roses anyway!"
Kyle blushed a little in embarrassment. He had intended them to be a show of how unique and artistic he thought she was, not as assumption to her ability at keeping flowers alive. He opened his mouth to say so when she and his mind both did a 180, she for a glass and his mind for the fact that the skirt outlined her rear very well. He was speechless for a moment.
"Wala. I should put them in direct sunlight."
Pulled from his thoughts, he gave her a slightly confused look, having caught only half of what she had said. Thankfully she followed it up with a "Okay, now that the beautiful paintbrushes are settled, We can go."
"As you wish..." He said with a playful smirk, standing aside and ushering her out like a doorman. As she shut the door behind her and looked at him, Kyle noticed for the first time she had make up on. She must not have been too acclimated with make up, since her mascara was a bit thick in places and the blush was slightly heavy in places (Either that or the excess was from her actually blushing). But despite this fact, Kyle felt something jump in his stomach. She wasn't the type to wear makeup unless it was really important. The fact that she had done so pleased him greatly. Reaching out, he caught her chin lightly with his thumb and fingers, his forefinger resting gently on her cheek.
"Are you wearing make up? For me..." He said, his playful smile growing. "...It looks good... But then, you looked great without it as well..." He said softly, letting go of her cheek but letting his fingers waver ever so slightly over her soft cheek for a moment before pulling away completely. Blushing slightly, he realized he was being a bit forward and was probably freaking her out. "ahem... We better run. Our reservations were for 5 minutes ago...."
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Post by Meg Holloway on Mar 24, 2007 22:25:11 GMT -5
So far, so good. Meg was actually feeling more comfortable than she thought she was going to feel, and that was good. As soon as they got outside, Meg turned to talk, and suddenly found that she couldn't think of what to say. This was most likely because Kyle had caught her face, and was touching her cheek. Her breath escaped her, but suddenly breathing didn't matter.
She looked down at his hand discreetly, trying to hide her blush paired with an innocent smile. "Thanks," she whispered. "I just figured...special occasion." They started to walk again, and Meg found herself thinking about what they were supposed to do until they got to the restaurant. Obviously they were going to talk, but were they supposed to hold hands or just walk?
Meg decided to let Kyle take the lead. It was really the only time that Meg would allow it, really, because she believed in the whole equality thing -- but Kyle probably had more experience than she did. Actually, he definitely had more experience than she did. Unlike most girls, she was thankful for this. If he didn't know what he was doing, things would be much more awkward.
[Rawr, short! sorry.]
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on Mar 28, 2007 21:59:44 GMT -5
"Thanks, I just figured...special occasion."
Kyle smiled softly. She looked so cute at that moment. He thought she was staring at his hand, like she wanted something, but he wasn't sure. It was at these times he hated being a Gemini. One part of him was screaming HOLD HER HAND HOLD HER HAND YOU ASS! while the other was meekly but clearly protesting You'd better not go too fast... she might get freaked out... Even though it was meeker, Kyle felt himself inclined to agree with the smaller voice. He was having a good time and didn't want to ruin it by appearing overly eager.
As they got out to the road, Kyle placed his broom on the ground and raised his hand over it. "Up." he stated clearly and the broom levitated up to his hand. Smiling at her, he motioned to it in a gentlemanly manner, his voice cracking a bit in nervousness as he did so "... You first Milady..."
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Post by Meg Holloway on Mar 30, 2007 18:28:43 GMT -5
Meg didn't know how to sit on a broomstick with another person, and she certainly didn't know how to sit on a broomstick whilst wearing a skirt. It would be a difficult task to manage, but for Kyle, she would do it somehow. Concentrating, Meg jumped up on the broomstick and swung one leg over very discreetly, and then crossed her legs underneath the broomstick. That didn't look very graceful at all. She swung the other leg over and crossed one leg over the other. That felt wrong, too.
"This is hopeless," Meg sighed. "Well, it'll have to do. Your turn," she said with a smile. It must've been so much easier to be male. Honestly, if she were a man, her life would be so much easier. The only down side was that this date would be really awkward, especially since Kyle was probably not gay and would not go that way. Meg would be the most manly gay man that there ever was.
She thought about how Kyle hadn't held her hand. In every book she'd ever read that had the slightest bit of romance in it, there was plenty of hand-holding. Meg wondered what it would be like to hold hands with Kyle; maybe she'd do an experiment after they got off of the broom.
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on Mar 31, 2007 0:40:48 GMT -5
"This is hopeless, Well, it'll have to do. Your turn,"
Kyle could barely contain his laughter watching her get on the broom. He should have thought about that fact when he chose that as his mode of transportation. But then, he hadn't expected her to wear a skirt either. He wondered how well it would stay up while they were on the motorcycle.
No no NO! Bad! Bad bad man! He lectured himself, realizing he was thinking dirty thoughts already. Damn him and his inability to not think the dirtiest things. Some people assume Kevin was the worst, but Kyle was just as bad if not more so then his brother. In fact, they were dangerously dirty minded when they teamed up. He hoped Meg would never have to see that side. Though, From what he gathered about her, she would probably join in.
"That's fine... I will make sure you don't fall off...." He said with a joking smile, carefully throwing his leg over so not to kick her in the head. Once his leg was over, he scooted up so he was right behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He could have scooted back a bit and not held her, but this seemed a lot more... romantic. Smiling at her, realizing that he was very close to her now and could smell the soft scent of her hair, he murmured a little toward her ear "Ready to go?"
(You can RP the ride if you want, or I can, whichever....)
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Post by Meg Holloway on Mar 31, 2007 19:32:40 GMT -5
Since she'd never been on a date, Meg wasn't at all sure how to react to Kyle's actions. Of course, she didn't mind his flirting and romantic gestures -- she just didn't know what to do in response. What had she seen in the movies? Of course, her heart was racing so fast and she was in such a dizzy state that she couldn't remember anything. As a matter of a fact, she could hardly remember her own name. If it were up to her, she'd forget her name forever, as long as she could stay in this position. Except maybe in pants.
To make herself look like she was enjoying this -- because she was -- she turned to Kyle, and after noticing how close his face was, she smiled and laughed, softly, and then looked down at the city below her. It looked relatively small, which was really amazing to Meg. Unlike her brother Tommy, she was not terrified of heights. Kyle hadn't taken her too far up, so she was looking at the ground in an entirely new state. She didn't realize it, but she couldn't stop smiling. It had been determined long ago that she had a crush on Kyle; when she first met him, she had developed feelings for him. This relationship had to be successful. Wasn't that how it worked?
Once they were off the broom, Meg decided to go through with her experiment. She had to straighten herself out first; she flicked some of her hair out of her eyes and smoothed out her skirt. Kyle had gotten ahead of her, and so she jogged up next to him and laced her hand through his. "So, where to?" she asked sweetly, taking in his scent. He smelled ... nice. Different than most men, but not in a bad way at all. She nearly burst out laughing, at herself, for thinking these strange thoughts.
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on Apr 1, 2007 20:57:46 GMT -5
The ride had been one of a surprisingly comfortable silence. For once in his young life, Kyle found himself not needing to talk to his date to keep her from being bored. Although he loved conversation, it was nice to just ride the broom in silence, feeling the wind on his face and the soft scent of her hair tingling at his nose. He wanted nothing more to just keep the ride going forever. But alas, soon their destination, tiny as it was, came into view. With an internal sigh, Kyle swooped down toward it as gently as possible.
Landing as smoothly as possible, as he was rusty (Apparation was a painful but wonderful thing), Kyle came to a stop and jumped off the broom before offering his hand to Meg. When she was down, he shouldered the broom and started toward the door without a comment. It wasn't until she jogged up and laced her hand through his that he realized he had been day dreaming and not paying attention to her absence.
Turning to apologize, he saw that shy and sweet smile he had begun to associate with her and realized that she wasn't mad at him for walking away. At least, she hid it well if she was.
"So, where to?"
"Oh um... Well, actually we are here... See, there's the place..." He said, using the broom to point to the Front door of the restaurant. Glancing up at the sky, he frowned slightly. Were those rain clouds in the distance, he wondered in silence before putting it out of his mind. So what if they were? They were far away and the porch section of the restaurant was spelled to keep out unwanted meteorological phenomenons that would ruin the atmosphere. He wasn't too worried. "Come on... Giovanni makes ravioli that will make you cry it is so delish..." He said with a smile, ushering her toward the door.
The locked door. The locked door with a darkened room behind it and a sign that clearly said "We are closed... come back again" (Really, it said that, it was spelled to sound just like Maria, Giovanni's wife... A PMSing one apparently since it sounded grouchy and bitter...)
Kyle frowned deeply as he tugged at the handle. Was this a joke? If it was, it wasn't a funny one! Giovanni NEVER let his favorite customer down. Kyle could have come in 2 minutes before closing and ordered half the menu and Gio would have whipped it up with a big smile and nary a complaint. What the hell was going on?
"I said we are closed... can't you read me?" The sign snapped, the part that said "Closed" growing a bit bigger as if to make a point. "But... But why?" Kyle stuttered out, still in shock. "Because that big lug Giovanni forgot to put a secret ingredient in our super special sauce and it blew up the kitchen, if you must know..." The voice snarked out at him, almost with a indignant pout.
"Is everyone OK? i mean, an explosion..." Kyle said softly, his worry fro his friend overtaking his irritation at the closing of his favorite restaurant. "Oh he is fine... Got a shield up in time... Now shoo, you are gonna start drawing other customers..." The voice said, the words on the sign changing to "CLOSED, PLEASE LEAVE..."
Kyle nodded and sighed, turning back to Meg with an apologetic smile. "Dammit... I guess we are out of luck here... Any ideas of another place to eat? I am starving...."
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Post by Meg Holloway on Apr 1, 2007 21:07:03 GMT -5
So far, things hadn't been awkward. After hearing about dates from her brothers, she knew that dates could very well go terribly - even if it hadn't been happening for very long. Meg was having a good time, although nothing extremely exciting had happened. Silence wasn't boring, because it was filled with admiration and daydreaming. They were artists, and did not need to discuss what they were thinking. It was almost like they had a telepathic conversation, but they obviously couldn't. She sensed that Kyle was enjoying himself, too, and that was great.
While Kyle was having a conversation with the door, Meg daydreamed about what they'd do. According to this chatty sign, the restaurant was closed. In her mind, she saw her and Kyle sitting on the edge of a hill, looking at a beautiful landscape. There was food laid out for them, and it was delicious, but they didn't care. Meg re-enacted a scene from Lady and the Tramp, but instead of with dogs eating spaghetti, it was her and Kyle. It was girlish and a little disturbing for Meg - but the thoughts made her smile.
"Dammit... I guess we are out of luck here... Any ideas of another place to eat? I am starving...."
Her heart skipped a beat. Could her daydream possibly become reality? "Why don't we go pick up some food from somewhere and then ... have a picnic? It's so nice out," Meg suggested, trying to seem nonchalant. She was set in her ways, though, and her brown eyes sparkled with hope. As her right hand was still entwined with Kyle's, she used her left hand to brush some of her brown hair out of her eyes. When she turned to look at Kyle, she couldn't help but smile. A dimple appeared on her left cheek, a cute defect she'd possessed since childhood. She felt like a young teenager again, and it felt nice. She hadn't experienced a crush like this in the longest time. Boys had never been her area of expertise, unless she was beating them at a sport or getting into immature scuffles with them. She considered boys to be her brothers, not her dates - but Kyle was a different case entirely.
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on Apr 2, 2007 17:44:13 GMT -5
"Why don't we go pick up some food from somewhere and then ... have a picnic? It's so nice out,"
Kyle smiled down at her, admiring the dimples she had when she smiled. She may have not been what guys consider the hottest girl on earth, but she had a quality about her that made her cuter then that in his mind. Maybe it was because she was so real, not fake and two faced like so many women he met, that did it. He didn't know for sure, but he knew that he liked her and that was all he needed to know at the moment.
At the mention of a picnic, Kyle's mind drifted back to the storm clouds in the distance. Would they get caught in a storm if they did? He wondered in silence for a moment before shaking it off. First off, the clouds were far far away and not that ominous. Secondly, they were wizards for Merlins Sake, if they couldn't fend off a storm long enough to find cover, then they didn't deserve wands. So he smiled and nodded at her "Sure... we can do that. There is a deli down the street...." He said gently, squeezing her hand " And I know a lovely spot on a plateau not far from here where you can see the entire city... We can eat there..."
Deciding that he liked holding her hand too much to let it go, Kyle tugged lightly at her and nodded towards their path "Let's just walk this time... It is only a few short blocks and it is a nice day..."
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Post by Meg Holloway on Apr 3, 2007 21:49:29 GMT -5
"Cool!" Meg said, oddly excited. She hadn't had a picnic for the longest time. Since she was a very outdoors-oriented person, she often went out on picnics, especially when she had been living at home. Ever since she had moved out into Magical Salem, she hadn't spent that much time goofing off outside. Hopefully, she'd be able to do that with Kyle. It would be cutely romantic, she decided. And fun, too.
"I know it's kind of lame to get excited, but I haven't had a picnic since I was living at home," Meg swooned and swung the hand that was linked with Kyle's, slightly. "There's something ...beautiful about being outside." She paused. "And eating?" She laughed. "Maybe not so much eating, but -- the breeze, the stars, the grass tickling your feet..." she looked up at the sky. She giggled, as if the grass were tickling her feet right at that moment.
She was slightly embarrassed that she was babbling, but she was sure that Kyle wouldn't mind. To make sure that he wasn't going to storm off because she was such a freak, she turned to him and smiled, her dimple showing again. "So, we never finished our little question game," Meg pointed out. "I do believe that it was your turn to ask me a question, if you choose to." Her hair was falling from behind her ear again, so she used her hand to fix it.
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on Apr 7, 2007 15:10:38 GMT -5
"I know it's kind of lame to get excited, but I haven't had a picnic since I was living at home, There's something ...beautiful about being outside. And eating? Maybe not so much eating, but -- the breeze, the stars, the grass tickling your feet... "
Kyle chuckled and shook his head. She was almost childishly cute enough that he wanted to ruffle her hair. It wasn't a bad quality. Kyle didn't need a mother from her, just someone he could have fun with. It seemed she was shaping up to be just that.
"It's fine... I'm excited too... It has been a while since I have been up there..." He smiled, sneaking a soft look at her before nearly running face first into the door. Snapping back to attention, he held it open for her, finishing softly, "Or since I have picnicked with anyone..."
"So, we never finished our little question game, I do believe that it was your turn to ask me a question, if you choose to."
"My turn?" He said quizzically, cocking a brow at her. He could have sworn it was her turn and that he had gotten pulled away before answering, but then, he wasn't sure it wasn't his turn. So oh well..." I could have sworn it was yours... but fine fine... How... About..."
Looking around for something, he spotted the loaves of bread on some nearby shelves. Grabbing two, he held them up with a sly smile "White or Wheat?"
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Post by Meg Holloway on Apr 15, 2007 19:36:58 GMT -5
Meg tried to stare at Kyle without seeming like a total freak. He was so nice to look at, in all honesty, and she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. His hand was calloused, just like a real artist's hand should be. That's how hers was, and she knew it. It was kind of funny, how their rigid skin fit together like puzzle pieces. In some way, it was kind of romantic. Meg liked the thought that they were made for each other.
She couldn't believe that she was being so lovey-dovey and girly. Really, it wasn't her style. She was always getting dirty and playing in the mud, not going on dates and blushing and thinking these thoughts. Meg was convinced that she was losing her mind. This was just the first date, so she didn't know what was up. It wasn't like they were falling in love; they weren't even close to being able to.
"White or wheat?"
"White!" Meg responded cheerfully. She couldn't believe how excited she was for this picnic. It was all she could think about, besides Kyle. Plus, he was in the scene, and they weren't just holding hands. She shook her head. What was she thinking?! "Okay, that makes it my turn." She thought about what she would ask and didn't really know what she should ask. She didn't want to embarrass Kyle, not yet anyway. She needed to make a good impression first.
"What's your family like?" she asked. It seemed like a perfectly good question. Meg loved her family more than she loved life itself, so she figured Kyle would be pretty much the same. While Meg had a freakishly good connection with her muggle family, she didn't know if Kyle would be just like that. He had mentioned his sister a few times, though, so there had to be some closeness.
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on Apr 15, 2007 20:15:15 GMT -5
"White!"
Chuckling at the enthusiasm in her voice, Kyle dropped the loaf of bread in the basket "White it is... Whatever Mi'Lady wants, Mi'lady gets.... " He smiled down at her, wishing that he could lean over and kiss the dimples on her cheeks. He didn't though, it was just too soon for that kind of thing. Kyle was never one for patience, but considering how innocent and rather naive she seemed, he pegged it best that he not try to go too far too soon. Besides, this was just a crush wasn't it? He couldn't let himself think anything more on such short notice.
Walking over to the meat counter, he nodded as she spoke about it being her turn. He was half listening, trying to decide which meat to get, Turkey or ham. Both were his favorites and equally good. He considered asking her like he had the bread, but decided against it. It was pretty corny and lame of him to do that in the first place. No, he would have to find a better question to ask her.
"What's your family like?"
Kyle choked at the sudden question, dropping both packets of meat into the basket in surprise. He hadn't expected that question so soon. In fact, he had hoped she wouldn't ask. His family was.. complicated to be nice. F***ed up to be honest. He didn't want to admit that his father was a drunken child abuser, his mother was dead and that his brother wanted to screw everything that walked. Kate was about the only sane one in their family, and that was saying a lot.
He looked at the meat in silence for a moment before deciding they would get both, couldn't go wrong with both. Tearing his eyes from the phenomenon that was known as lunch meat, he looked up at her, his smile deceptively happy. "Ah they are... boring. Nothing to tell... Brother is a bit girl crazy and my sister runs a coffee shop... Nothing weird or bad at all..." He said the last part with a nervous laugh.
What are you saying you idiot? She can probably tell you are lying through your teeth! Hurry up and change the subject! He chided himself. He went with the first thing that popped to his mind "Um... My turn.... Boxers or Briefs?... On guys I mean..."
Idiot.
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Post by Meg Holloway on Apr 15, 2007 20:21:05 GMT -5
Meg watched Kyle as he spoke about his family, studying his features. Clearly, family was not a fun discussion topic for him. He claimed they were boring, but it was clear to Meg that he was hiding something. As an artist, Meg could see the true meaning and feeling behind things. Kyle seemed troubled, and so she'd ask him about his family again at a later time. Not on this date.
"Um... My turn.... Boxers or Briefs?... On guys I mean..."
What was he thinking? Meg laughed at the randomness of his question. "I'll have to say boxers," she replied. "Then I don't feel like an idiot when I borrow them." After saying that, Meg immediately turned bright red. What on earth was she talking about?! "I mean, not that I do that often," she added, as a defense mechanism. She could not believe herself.
Change the topic. Quickly. She urged herself to think of a good question. "Let's see - um - what's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?" Meg could answer her own question. She remembered her most embarrassing moment painfully well, as it had happened five seconds before. It had been the reason for the topic change, after all.
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Kyle McGinnis
Wizard
Freelance Artist/Photographer, Server at the Celtic Coffee
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on Apr 23, 2007 0:53:09 GMT -5
"I'll have to say boxers, Then I don't feel like an idiot when I borrow them. I mean, not that I do that often,"
Kyle smiled at the blush on her face. He didn't know why she was so embarrassed. It wasn't THAT big of a deal that she would wear a guys boxers. It would have been a lot weirder if it had been the opposite and Kyle was talking about wearing her panties. He thought about teasing her by adding that she could wear his boxers any time, but she changed the subject before he could.
"Let's see - um - what's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?"
Kyle chuckled "Looking for some dirt on me huh? Not going to blackmail me later are you?" he nudged her a little to show he was joking before adding a bag of chips that promised an "Explosion of flavor" on the bag. After a moment of consideration, he put them back. Anything that said "Explosion" on it in the wizarding world was an injury waiting to happen. He picked a much less dangerous looking bag of pretzels instead.
Deciding he kept her waiting long enough, Kyle pun in front of her so they were facing. Walking backward with surprising ease, he raised his hands and extended his forefingers with a serious look on his face "But you have to promise you won't tell anyone..."
Grinning, he said "Well... once when I was taking a test back in my 2nd year of Coven, when the room was completely silent..." He paused for dramatic effects, his grin widening. Pausing and leaning toward her, he said in a loud whisper "I farted."
It was not really the most embarrassing story, but most people thought it was funny. Grinning at her, he added "... I tell you what. That room was so quiet that an ant could have farted and everyone would have heard it. The guy next to me still won't let me live it down... " Shaking his head, Kyle turned and, having not been watching where he was going, ran face first into a precarious tower of boxes.
After the crashing of the ten foot tower down upon him ended with a box nailing him in the head, Kyle shook off some of the offending boxes, his face split in a red faced grin. "OK.. Ok... That would now be the most embarrassing thing I have done... Help me up will ya?" he said sheepishly, blushing at the stares and dirty looks accompanied by a smattering of hushed giggles sounding from the onlooking shoppers. Sticking his hand up at her, he looked at her pleadingly.
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