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Post by Dylan McLaughlin on Mar 19, 2007 8:23:01 GMT 7
At 23 Dylan was going through a rough patch. It wasnft so much depression, but just the feeling of being lost in the world. As he sat, cross-legged, on a bench in the middle of Central Park, a notebook in one hand, a pencil tucked behind his ear, he couldnft help but feel lost and confused. Now, hefs not trying to play the gtormented artisth role, it just seemed to be coming to him today. Life was unfolding around him everywhere. Couples strolled together, nannies pushed babies in their carriages, homeless people were picking garbage out of the can and down the way some kids were running about. They all seemed happy, and yet here Dylan was, unable to fully escape the past and trying to make sense of himself by sitting there in the cold and people-watching.
Well, actually, people-watching was not necessarily his purpose for being on this bench in the middle of the afternoon, shivering as the last bits of winter seemed to drag on. No, he was here to write and write and write. Although one of his favourite things to do, and right now the sole form of income, writing lyrics had been something he had been ignoring lately. The mood and feelings were there, sure, it was just his inability to get down to it. Laziness had overcome him and he just sat around his house. But, this morning, he had woken up determined to get his act together and brought his sorry ass out to Central Park for that added bit of inspiration.
And it was actually working.
New York was his favourite place in the world and he could often be found sitting on a random bench throughout the city, strumming his guitar, writing, or simply just staring into the distance. A tad weird, maybe, but he was a dreamer, one who believes inspiration lies around every corner, and itfs that belief keeps him the way he his. Pulling the pencil from behind his ear, allowing the dark shiny hair that had previously been tucked back to fall forward, Dylan scribbled down a line or two on the paper, looked at it for a second and then erased it. It was something about the end of love and how shitty he felt about it. He was still stuck in the end-of-romance kind-of feeling. It had been a year since, who he thought was the love of his life had cheated on him and left him broken-hearted, and still he felt the same emotions coming through the pencil and onto the page. Sure, a good break-up song always sells, but this signified that Dylan had yet to move on, that all the feelings he was left with at the end of the relationship were still there, and to Dylan that was the worst thing ever. All he wanted was to move on and enjoy every day, like he had done before.
Pulling his brown bomber jacket closer to his exposed neck, he cursed himself for wearing such a light t-shirt underneath, as the weather was still cool. He sat back, blocked once again and watched peoplefs lives unfold in front of him. He figured hefd sit here until he got too cold and then retreat from some coffee and maybe even some food. For now, hefd sit like that, all alone and wallow in his self-pity, waiting for someone to come talk him out of his shitty mood. Sighing, he hoped someone would hurry until his boredom got the best of him.
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Post by Banner Gerwyn on Mar 24, 2007 21:46:20 GMT 7
From the looks of fairly unfamiliar trees and people, Banner knew for sure that she was at the wrong place and not where she was supposed to be. Either she'd taken the wrong subway and was at the other side of the Earth or she'd gotten run down by a car driven by some dude and was now wandering the streets in Limbo. The latter definitely didn't sound too good letting her decide to go with the former. Banner was lost, again. She secured her light blue knitted touque just as a strong gust of wind blew causing loose strands of her dark hair to tickle her pale rosy cheeks.
Stuffing her gloved hands into the pockets of her jean skirt, Banner walked blindly down the slightly damp brick road as if she would be able to find her way to the Emerald City like Dorothy from 'The Wizard of Oz' and be transported back to the Huntley Apartments rather than Kansas. At the back of her mind, she had a feeling that it would take her a longer time to find her way back. And not because someone had decided to demote her sense of direction a few ranks lower. When she'd stopped in her tracks to scan around the area, Banner's eyes couldn't help but notice the infamous Statue of Liberty from afar. It had only meant one thing. She'd taken the subway to New York and not Huntley Apartments.
Banner let out a loud sigh, feeling depressed in an instant. The amount of people she knew in New York were just as close to standing next to zero and that fact was enough to get her lost for days. Not allowing herself to panic and break down, Banner continued walking along the road in hopes that someone, anyone familiar would magically appear in front of her and bring her home. Being the oh so forgetful person she was, Banner'd forgotten to bring her cellphone along with her leaving her with no means of communication seeing as there wasn't a payphone nearby and she didn't want to risk getting even more lost than now.
By the time she'd stop walking around in circles, the majority of the people who'd been taking their morning (or evening perhaps?) stroll at the park-like area have already left. Children were walking off hand in hand with their loving parents, girlfriends held onto their boyfriend's arm while receiving a kiss from time to time while the occasional grandma was being pushed in her wheelchair by her doting grandson. Even the benches were bare. All except for one under a bald maple tree quite close by. From where she was standing, the figure had passed off as a brunette male scribbling something on his notebook while sitting cross-legged.
Normally she would just leave a total stranger like this on his own but there was something about him which made her walk towards him. As she got closer, Banner removed her hands from her pockets and unconsciously smoothed out her scarf. Suddenly it dawned upon her that it was the man she'd always eagerly looked forward to seeing. It surprised her how oblivious she was to not notice his presence up till now. In a very cliched way, it seemed like fate had brought them together on this freezing day. She quietly made her behind him as he wrote on, at first, she couldn't bring herself to even call his name as he seemed so engrossed with what he was doing but when he finally lifted his head from the notebook and let out a sigh, Banner did the first thing which came to her mind.
Close both his eyes with her hands and say 'I'm the leprechaun of your nightmares!' in a very unsuccessful faked deep voice. Banner couldn't help but smile at her sudden random sillyness. It wasn't everyday she got to do this and it felt somewhat OK even when she was lost in the middle of no where.
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Post by Dylan McLaughlin on Mar 25, 2007 5:02:30 GMT 7
Cool hands slipped over his eyes, and an obviously fake deep voice voiced the words “I'm the leprechaun of your nightmares!” A small smile graced the boys lips as he though of the who it could possibly be. You notice how he’s sitting alone in Central Park, New York, in the mid-afternoon, while the park is relatively empty except for a few wanderers facing the cold, and he isn’t at all alarmed that this could be a possible abduction. However, the thought, a bit farfetched maybe, didn’t even cross his mind as he was about 98% sure he knew who it was. Dropping his pencil onto his almost bare page, Dylan grabbed the stranger’s hands and removed them from his eyes. More like from my dreams, he thought before addressing the person he was assuming to be Banner. ”Banner Gerwyn, you couldn’t be scary if you tried,” he said, turning his head face up, trying to look at her.
Him, and Banner had a weird relationship. They were friends, not the best of, but still they went out of their way to try and hang-out, and lately Dylan was confused about their relationship. She was the kind-of girl he liked and usually went after, although it had been quite awhile since he actually “went after” a girl. They had tons in common and he genuinely liked her company. So, all of these qualities led to think that maybe they should strive for the more-then-friends thing, and he wasn’t talking a mindless hook-up, nuh-uh, Banner gave him butterflies, and butterflies meant more then a hook-up.
But still, back to his dilemma, he had been burned recently while in love, and that burn changed his outlook on girls as a whole. If the love he and his ex-girlfriend had ended up to be so fake, who’s to say it would be any different with someone else, even with Banner. He’d rather have their friendship and keep things somewhat simple, then to embark on something that could quite possibly ruin everything. So, he denied his feelings and kept to the friend role, even though he couldn’t help flirting with her every once and awhile. ”So, sit,” he added in an almost impatient sounding voice, patting the seat beside him, which was now free as he, scooted over, freeing up a little more space on the left side of him.
”What brings up to New York, let alone Central Park? This isn’t exactly your neck of the woods,” he asked, a slight smirk forming on his lips. He was glad she was here, really he was. When he was eagerly awaiting the presence of a friend, she was exactly what he had in mind.
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Post by Banner Gerwyn on Mar 25, 2007 21:12:18 GMT 7
Letting out a gasp just as Dylan quite abruptly grabbed her hands, removing it away from his eyes and turning upwards to meet her gaze. "Banner Gerwyn, you couldn't be scary if you tried." Just that line was enough to get her insides melting in a frosty day like this. No, everything about this man was enough for her to swoon. Although she couldn't let it show. It would be risking the friendship they've created together and that wasn't what Banner had in mind of doing. Putting their friendship in the line just because of her silly crush for him.
Smiling sheepishly, Banner looked down at him, meeting his warm brown gaze when he turned upwards to look at her, "No one said I can't try, right?" Banner hovered above him, taking in the way his dark hair had covered parts of his face. Before she had the chance to say something else, he'd released his grip from her hands and urged her to sit beside him on the bench as he scooted a little to side to make room for her. She didn't have to be told twice, Banner willingly obliged and sat herself beside Dylan, leaving a small space between them as she did.
She smoothened the creases of her peasant skirt before placing her hands on the bench by her sides. Tapping the left heel of her Converse Chucks gently against the ground, Banner pondered on the question Dylan asked her as if it were some trick question. From the corner of her eye, she could see the usual smirk forming on his lips, "I took the wrong subway," she turned to look at him with a small smile on her lips, shrugging. At the back of her mind, Banner had a hunch that Dylan knew about her no sense of direction but she didn't want to try pushing it in case he thought of it as a major flaw which a lot of people around her did.
Even so, it was times like these when Banner found her flaw a blessing. She'd bump into him without having to plan it all out like the girls in Chic Lit movies would with their crushes and be able to spend some time with him. Although they didn't have much of an age difference, Dylan had seemed to be so much mature than his age. Like he's been through a lot unlike her. Maybe it was one of the points about him which she's fallen so hard for.
Banner turned back to look at the empty park, unconsciously picking at the loose thread of her skirt, "What about you? It's not like you to be out here in the cold, alone." As she said it, she felt her cheeks tingling slightly to the chilly wind that just blew.
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Post by Dylan McLaughlin on Mar 26, 2007 10:46:53 GMT 7
“No one said I can't try, right?" His head was still facing upwards so he could see her, and he shook his head slightly. ”Nope, you can try anything you want too, but having it work on the other hand…” his voice trailed off and he smirked at her, lowering his head as she came to sit beside him. A cool wind blew through, and Dylan shivered in his minimal clothing. She probably thought he was stupid, sitting there in just a jacket, which was hardly a winter one, a thin t-shirt and jeans. A pair of black and white checkered vans covered his feet, but were hardly providing any warmth.
He couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at her reply to his question. It was so typical of her and Dylan couldn’t help but find it charming. It kind of gave her a ‘damsel in distress’ vibe, without the drama. He also found it amazing how the majority of their meetings were, like this one, by accident. He didn’t necessarily believe in fate anymore, but hell, even he couldn’t deny how much it resembled it. The familiar smirk, seemed to be plastered on his face as he stuck his pencil behind his ear and replied to her. ”I’d say, you’re a little far from Kansas, Dorothy, but lucky you, you have me to save you,” he was hardly saving her, but couldn’t resist the opportunity to flirt. He knew he was sending out mixed messages, but he couldn’t help it. His heart beat in two ways for the girl, and it was simply nature that his actions reflected that.
”Me?” he asked, trying to think of a valid answer to her question. He hated the cold weather and to him it was New York’s only flaw, and well, she should know as Dylan’s probably taken every opportunity to complain about it. ”Well, I’ve kinda been stumped for a little while,” he said, pointing to his notebook, which was open to a page that was three-quarters empty and full of scribbles. ”So I thought a bit of fresh air and people watching might help give me some inspiration,” he looked down at the open notebook page. ”But, appartently it didn’t work, so I’m just sitting here… freezing.” With that last statement, he fully realized how cold he actually was and his intense want for a cup of coffee. Maybe he’d invite Banner to get one with him after a couple minutes, he didn’t want to give up on writing something yet, he desperately needed new material.
”Yah, so, how have you been?” he asked, genuinely interested in what she had been up too. ”It’s been way so long since we last talked.”
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Post by Banner Gerwyn on Mar 26, 2007 18:26:22 GMT 7
Although she was a fairly oblivious girl, Banner noticed how he shivered just as the wind blew. It was then that she could see that Dylan was only wearing a regular jacket along with the kind of T-shirt someone would wear during the summer accompanied with a pair of jeans. She couldn't help but purse her lips in confusion as to why he'd wear something as thin as that in this kind of weather. Even with her sweater, scarf and basic winter attire, Banner was freezing out of her mind and wouldn't mind to have a cup of hot coffee with honey. Just suddenly, the image of her cuddling closely to him just for extra warmth and comfort crossed her mind causing her cheeks to flush so ferociously.
"Whaa-?" she stammered for a moment, clearly not noticing that he was flirting with her, "I didn't know you read 'The Wizard of Oz'!" Banner exclaimed with such enthusiasm. She'd enjoyed both the book and the movie very much from when she was a kid till the day she was a 23 year old senior in University. She vaguely remembered once, back when she'd read the book for the first time, she'd literally believed that tapping a pair of silver shoes on the heels would bring her back home and even tried it herself but was only led to disappointment, "Y'know," she said, hoping that he wouldn't find her juvenille, "I actually believed Wing Monkeys existed." Banner stuffed her gloves into the pocket of her jacket despite the freezing weather, and clasped her hands together.
From the way, he'd so frequently complained about the cold now and before, Banner had a slight feeling that he may actually hate the cold weather unlike her, she preferred cool seasons like winter and autumn over the warm humid summer. Not only does it give her a terrible sunburn, the unbearable heat was just.... unbearable. She looked down at the half-empty notebook on his lap which had a number of scribbles talking about broken love, how pointless it was and some other things in between the lines. Nodding to what he said, "And here of all places? Dylan, it's freezing out here," Banner mused as she let out a small shiver, "How about you do this over a cup of coffee? Then we cou--"
She abruptly stopped after realising the mistake she was about to make. That's what she got for talking too much. Just like what Lucille, her step-mother would say everytime she laid eyes on her. The thought of her mother suddenly put her mood down to a new level that it allowed a frown to form on Banner's lips, "Sorry," she said, looking down while fondling about her fingers, "I went a little far on that." After a brief moment of silence, Banner looked up again at him, feelings of self-hatred tossed aside... for the time being. "It's been the same. Nothing eventful or life changing," she shrugged, reminiscing on the many times she kept losing her way in the place she called her University.
It was such a pity that Dylan and Banner never have much time to spend together inspite of how many times they've made plans to meet and talk over a cup of coffee and a muffin. Blueberry for him and banana chocolate chip for her. From another person's perspective, they would've seemed like a matchmade in heaven. They had so many things in common, they never felt awkward with each other but for some reason, all this never passed the borderline between friendship and something more. But that's just going out of the point. The point is, it never crossed either one of their minds that there was a thing called 'call', 'text' or 'IM'. And even if it did, it would've seemed odd seeing as they were more likely to be having an offline conversation.
"That's true," Banner nodded slowly, resisting the temptation to scoot closer to him or do anything else which was stupid, "How've you been? Besides getting some muse while freezing yourself out here in the cold..." her voice unconsciously trailing off.
My next reply will be this weekend. I hope it's alright. I thought I'd let you know with this post so that you can take your time with it. :]
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Post by Dylan McLaughlin on Mar 29, 2007 23:55:08 GMT 7
He shrugged at her Wizard of Oz comment. ”It’s a classic, one of my favourites,” however, Dylan had a hard time not falling in love with whatever he read. For someone to creatively put themselves out there like that and actually publish a book, no matter how crappy it was, was enough to gain respect from him. ”The movie was the best though, I must have watched it hundreds of times when I was younger,” when him and Blair were growing up their father would buy them whatever they wanted, and that led to an impressive movie collection. Half of those however remain unwatched, but the Wizard of Oz was one that is worn-down from so many viewings. He actually had the dvd back at his place. He laughed at what she said next, and nodded. ”When I was little, we had this random hole in the roof in the basement, and my mother would always tell us that the Wing Monkey’s lived up there,” he smiled slightly at the thought of his mother and early childhood, he hadn’t of her in awhile. ”Yah, so, I pretty much didn’t go down to my basement ‘til I was a teenager. Stupid, I know, but still, I believed her.”
His mother was one of those people that Dylan would never forget, he was young when she died but he worked hard at keeping all the memories he had of her. Forgetting was not something Dylan wanted to do. He looked over at Banner out of the corner of her eye as she lectured him about the cold. He never paid attention to weather forcasts for some reason and rather wore whatever he felt like that. Obviously it wasn’t a very smart thing to do, but still he kept to it and later complained about how he was either way too cold or way too warm. Every once and a while he would hit a happy medium and finally get it right. Today however was not one of those times, and while the shivers were dying down he was still cold. When Banner brought up coffee he almost jumped out of his seat to agree but refrained himself as she quickly withdrew the offer.
”Oh, it’s okay. We should go get some one of these days,” he said, looking over at her. ”See how the whole planning thing works out,” he was teasing, as he loved how they randomly ran into each other, like today. He always found himself thinking about where she was and if he’d run into her while he was out and about in town. It added a little bit of adventure to there relationship, making Dylan like it even more. ”Hmm,” he thought for a minute. How has he been? He wanted to paint a picture for her with what he could tell her, letting her in to his fantastic, fun-filled life. Yah, right.
Dylan shrugged. ”I guess I’ve been okay. Nothing out of the ordinary, except I’ve been sleeping a lot lately,” it was a weird thing to say, sure, but anyone who knew Dylan knew that although he liked sleep, it just wasn’t something he did. Normally he’d average four to five hours a night but lately it was more like seven or eight. He hated sleeping away the morning but these days he found himself waking up around eleven. ”But yah, nothing interesting.”
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Post by Banner Gerwyn on Apr 1, 2007 20:28:25 GMT 7
”Oh my goodness,” Banner laughed heartily at what Dylan said, picturing a little dark haired boy staring at the basement door with utmost fear and not daring to move near it. The thought of it was intriguing, really. Slowly regaining her composure, Banner turned to look at him again, wiping a tear from the side of her eye, “Haha, believe it or not, I still tap the heels of my shoes once in a while. I even owned a pair of silver shoes back when I was… 6?” And if she wasn’t mistaken, they’re still hiding in the corner of the closet in her house back home. Although she wouldn’t count on that seeing how Nadia, her sister was so fond of getting rid of her and Victor’s things. She let out a small chuckle just as she noticed that today’s conversation was mainly on one of their favourite childhood books. Pretty random but that’s how they were and she liked it that way. Random and laidback.
She couldn’t help but find herself staring into his deep brown eyes and as much as she wanted to stop and look at something else much less captivating than those chocolate coloured orbs, Banner couldn’t. They seemed much more… vibrant than it was before. Like there was a twinkle in it, with every word he said. Realising that he’d ignored her statement about not wearing enough clothing to face the cold, Banner decided to be the oh so old fashioned nagging mother in her, “I mean it, Dylan!” her voice stern but soothing at the same time, “You could get a cold or something much worst!” Apparently as she said it, Banner had unrealisingly moved a small bit closer to him as if to prove her point.
Another gust of wind blew through, only this time it was smaller and not as cold as it was before seeing as it was afternoon. A group of what seemed like high school students walked pass them. A few of them who were girls looked at her with the hint of envy in their eyes, probably slightly jealous of the fact that Banner could sit here in the cold early spring weather with a noticably gorgeous male being. Not noticing those stolen glances, Banner went on fiddling with her fingers making it seem as though it was a fun game. She hadn’t meant to blurt out the invitation for coffee to him as he seemed like he really wanted to stay there just to work on whatever he was doing with that notebook.
Her stomach fluttered when Dylan suggested getting some, some other day. His other statement only reminded her of how they never needed to plan their outings due to obvious circumstances. Normally, people would quickly assume that even if the both of them were the same age, their relationship would be as bland as plain water but it wasn’t due to one of them not going to school. It’s all shallow and discriminating really. Just because he’d been a dropout from school, people would make it seem as though he was a big sore in the thumb. A thug. Sometimes, Banner even catches herself fending for him whenever a couple of peers in her class commented about him though it never managed to show that she may have feelings for him, “I’d love too,” Banner smiled, “I mean, it would’ve been great if we could have it now, what with the weather and all, but--” she paused, searching for the right words to use. Ending up without the suitable words, Banner nodded at his notebook and shrugged.
“Sleeping? A lot at that?” And for the first time after the day, she was harassed by an unknown man in the supermarket, Banner lifted an eyebrow. Amazing what odd things can do to your muscles, truly, “That’s fascinating, seeing how you prefer late to bed, early to rise,” she rephrased that infamous line most kindergarten teachers would use on their students. Perking up slightly, “It’s a good change though, that way,” she looked at him from the corner of her eye, “You would lose those bags and dark circles,” Banner joked as she lightly poked at the non-existent panda like rings under his eyes.
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Post by Dylan McLaughlin on Apr 6, 2007 8:39:21 GMT 7
He rolled his eyes playfully at her as she lectured him about getting a cold. In this world that was the last of Dylan’s worries and still he found it amusing that Banner was so concerned about him. It made him feel special in a way, the fact that she was fussing over him getting a cold. ”Okay, fine. I’ll remember to wear a heavier jacket next time, kay?” he replied, smirking at her as they both knew that he could promise it all now but would forget about it in the next ten minutes. It was the way his mind worked, unless it was something terribly exciting or important, the boy was likely to forget it. However checking the weather before leaving the house to spend time outside was common sense and common sense was something he really needed to start to use.
He nodded, signalling that it was true, sleeping had become a habit lately. He had ignored her coffee statement, getting a sudden urge to write something down. It wasn’t much, just the words “regret” and “longing”, they had just suddenly popped into his head and he felt the urge to jot them down. However, he would analyze them later. ”I know, that’s what I was think too. I hardly ever sleep this much, and to be honest, it’s a little refreshing,” it was never really a choice to stay up late and wake up early, more so the lack of the inability to sleep for long periods of time. His body just never seemed tired enough to lye around and sleep. Dylan laughed as she poked underneath his eyes, teasing him about the non-existent dark rings underneath.
”Nah, you only wish you had a complexion like this baby, no circles in sight!” he teased, nodding his head. ”Anyway, I’ve had enough of this cold. How about we actually go get that coffee? Huh? If we keep dangling it in front of my nose like this I might actually go crazy,” coffee, along with art, was Dylan’s one true love and the only addiction, besides the occasional cigarette that he suffered from. He drank it every time he could, and although getting some muse was important, feeding the addiction was just as.
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Post by Banner Gerwyn on Apr 13, 2007 17:24:15 GMT 7
I'm sorry this isn't one of my best and that I took so long. >_<
Banner allowed a frown to cross her lips as the man of her dreams --cheesy but that's the only way to describe him-- decided to roll his eyes at her the way a 10 year old would whenever their doting mothers got all naggy with them. Although Dylan said that he'd wear something more appropriate for the current weather, she knew him almost too well to be able to believe that it'll ever happen. This of course, wasn't the first time she'd nagged at him out of concern for his health and such but everytime her advice was forgotten. Just recently, Banner had a certain realisation dawning upon her that it could be the fact that she was a nuisance in his life. Shaking her head slightly at the sudden thought, Banner let the subject about warm winter jackets to drop into the mental trash can.
"Looks like your muse kicked back, huh?" Banner asked as she noticed Dylan jotting down a word or two onto his notebook. The way his hand moved with a pen was smooth and almost close to being graceful. The tiny little things which he did, did nothing but leave the hopeless romantic, Banner Gerwyn in awe. And the funny thing is, nobody seemed to have noticed or caught her staring. Or if they have, they must've decided to be kind and let her grasp that 'special' moment. She smiled when he laughed and patted his cheek lightly after removing her cold finger from under his eye. Whatever made her do it was beyond her but the mood was just there and she felt like it, "Trust me, you have no idea," she playfully rolled her eyes at him and stuck her tongue out. Placing her hands back on her lap, Banner allowed the thought of a caramel macchiato cross her mind. For some reason, the weather seemed to be so cold that she could even smell the sweet aroma of caffiene tickling her nostrils.
"You know what?" she asked, standing up from the bench and playfully taking his cold hands in her own like a little girl, "That's the best thing you've ever said today." A wide grin plastered on her face, she mentally listed down the number of hot beverages she was planning to order at their favourite cafe. With the amount of money she had for buying baking ingredients earlier that afternoon, Banner probably had enough to get a few cups along with a warm muffin, "So," Banner let go of his hands when he was finally standing up and looked at him, "Coffee Bean or Starbucks?" she asked, even though she had a slight feeling of which he might go for.
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Post by Dylan McLaughlin on Apr 22, 2007 12:53:47 GMT 7
Thank god. Dylan sighed a sigh of relief as she agreed to coffee. Earlier he had been trying to get back in the groove of writing, but right now, all he wanted was to feel the familiar sensation of hot coffee trickling down his throat. ”Haha, really? Well that’s not saying much for my intelligence level now is it?” he teased, letting her take his hands in hers. His eyes flicked to their hands, playfully intertwined, and a smile came to his face. It was funny, to him at least, how the simplest things she did made him smile. Standing up in front of her, he groaned as he could hear his knees crack. Sitting cross-legged on a hard bench, isn’t that comfortable after awhile and the stiffness in his legs reminded him of that.
"Coffee Bean or Starbucks?"
Ahh, the infamous question. Both served hot, liquidity goodness and delivered when it came to the muffins. He was a regular of both, depending on his mood and how close he was to what café. Drinking coffee and eating were two of his favourite things and now that he had it in his mind to get some, he almost couldn’t wait. Like a seven year old on Christmas morning, the anxiousness was almost embarrassing.
”Hmm,” he thought for a minute about which one he actually wanted to go to. ”How ‘bout Coffee Bean today?” he asked, looking over at her, beginning to walk away from the bench and towards the exit of the park. ”I don’t feel the need for the over-priced goods today, just something simple,” a standard cup of coffee, black, was all he wanted and with Banner for company, all he needed to be happy. [/color] ooc;; nah, your's was fine, as always :] sorry I took so long with this one though, and that it's so short. my muse is lacking severely.
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Post by Banner Gerwyn on Apr 22, 2007 23:57:12 GMT 7
"Oh please," Banner sniffled a laugh, "We all know you're a bloody Einstein--," she paused for a while to look at him for a brief moment, "--only with more hair," she nodded, looking at Dylan from his soft looking features to the slightly dirty vans he was wearing. There was nothing Einstein'y about the tall brunette standing in front of her but Dylan definitely didn't need a million degrees or a head full of grey hair for Banner to know that he was smart. From how he'd gotten into Rutherford University a couple of years back, his charisma and mannerism of speaking were good reasons enough. Her fingers now slightly warmer from holding his hands, tingled at the rough yet soft touch of his. Oh how she wished she could've held on to them for a longer moment or maybe even whenever and how ever long she pleased. Though, it was pretty much obvious that it'll be the day when a certain blonde by the name Paris Hilton decides to be a nun and devote her life to The Almighty One above. Clasping her hands together, "That's fine by me," she let a small smile play across her lips, "It's been a while since I've had anything, besides a vanilla frap anyway," unclasping her hands, Banner tagged along behind Dylan, like how a duckling would with its mother. After a few quickened paces before she was walking beside him, Banner was already slightly out of breath and truth to be told, she hated that so much about herself. Back in school when some of her peers would be out in the field playing girl soccer, she'd be sitting by the bleachers, daydreaming. One thing's for sure, Banner was born a healthy baby but for some odd reason, her stamina was standing next to whale dung as was how she did in sports. It was surely a blessing from God that she had slim genes or who knew what Banner would've looked like. ...Probably some fat stubby 5'10" pighead. Snapping out of her thoughts and back to the reality where she was walking with Dylan out of Central Park, Banner looked down. Her bright azure gaze followed the brisk movements of their feet walking against the thin layer of snow. "Say, Dylan?" Banner called out, her eyes still fixated on the two pairs of shoes, "What made you quit school?" And without realising it, she'd asked the question she'd been wanting to ask him ever since the first day she'd laid eyes on him but never did for she knew too well that prying into somebody else's personal business would end up killing a friendship. Only now, it'd slipped out just like that and the possible thing of happening was him blowing up at her for being such a nosy bitch, ignore her and leave her in the middle of no where or maybe something much worst.
It feels kinda incomplete but I'm done really. I couldn't help myself with replying quick but you take your time! No rush at all!
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