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Post by Dylan McLaughlin on Apr 23, 2007 5:47:07 GMT 7
He actually laughed out loud as she said he was a bloody Einstein, with more hair. Turning his head, he looked at her, smiling, shaking his head playfully, allowing the dark mane he was so proud of to sway in the light wind. He was a good-looking boy, and although he’d never admit it, he was aware and out of all his features, his hair was the one he was most proud of. Ridiculous, maybe, for a boy who focused so much more on other things then the physical of other being to be so involved with an aspect of his physical appearance, but it’s not like Dylan has an extensive procedure every morning that involves tons of hair products and hours in the bathroom. He simply just keeps the dark brown wavy locks at the same length, getting a trim every six weeks and washed it every other day. Running his hand through his hair, ”Well, I don’t know about an Einstein, but maybe a Gates.” he teased, referring to Bill Gates. He was smart, yes, he had gotten in to University after all, but he was never the best at applying his smarts to numerous subjects, he usually just focused on a couple, and became extremely well at them, falling behind in the others.
"That's fine by me," ”Alright, sweet,” he replied, hoping she really didn’t mind where they were going. His was willing to do either, and well, whatever she wanted was fine by him. Dylan wasn’t a controlling guy and when it came to a girl, especially a girl who had a place in his heart like Banner, anything to make them happy, simply because that was the kind of guy he was, not because he had ulterior motives.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, his eyes scanned the area as the made their way towards the exit of the park. It was one of his favourite places in the city and no matter how overrated and dirty it had become over time, the life and beauty it radiated kept him coming back for more. So many different, amazing people wondered the pathways, and with every glance and each new face he couldn’t help but wonder the past and future of each and every one. It was a fascination of how their lives had been shaped by their experiences and Dylan’s own wondering of how he would be had he been raised differently that kept him curious, but it was his sense of shyness and common decency that kept him from acting on impulse.
He turned his head to the side, looking over at Banner as she spoke. "Say, Dylan? What made you quit school?” Lately it seemed that question seemed to be coming up quite a bit, and he didn’t necessarily mind, as long as it was coming from someone he actually liked. A lot of the time it came from his father, or other relatives, ones that Dylan didn’t like to spend time with and he was constantly having to defend his choice and that the life he was leading right now wouldn’t leave him broke and living in a ditch somewhere. He came from a history of rich Californians, those who made their money in show business, quite possibly the riskiest of them all, and still they couldn’t imagine why a boy with such potential for a career in something that mattered (his degree was going to be in English so even then that probably wouldn’t have happened) would give it all up.
Dylan didn’t mind Banner asking just for the fact that if she had judged him for being a dropout, she would have already and yet was still his good friend. Some people could be so shallow and his status often lead to rumours of drugs and stuff that Dylan was very much against.
”Hmm, well, it just wasn’t my deal,” he replied, stopping for a second to think, as the answer he had just given was very lame and only half true. ”Actually, well, it wasn’t so much that it wasn’t my deal, I just felt that it wasn’t the right time for it. I didn’t want to go through all of it to find out that some stuffy job was all my future had in store. I came right after high school and knew nothing else then having people take care of me, it was the first time on my own completely and honestly it scared me a little bit. I had no experiences to fall back on and the realization that going through school would lead to getting married and having kids and stuff like that, well, I just didn’t want it, yet,” he looked over at her, hoping that his reply made sense in her mind, like it had in his before he dropped out. He saw staying there when he felt like it wasn’t his time as a mistake and something he would regret. ”I’d still like to go back,” he continued, looking down at his shoes as they crushed the snow beneath them. ”When this whole music thing collapses on me. Retry it or something…,” his voice trailed off and he shrugged his shoulders. School was something he had enormous respect for and would probably end up back there some day, but for now he was all about living in the present and taking one day at a time. ooc; muse came back :]
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Post by Banner Gerwyn on Apr 29, 2007 18:06:42 GMT 7
Looking at the way he'd teasingly shook his head to showcase the dark locks he'd taken so much pride for, gave Banner the sudden longing to hug him ever so tightly but she knew better than to do something of the sort. Anyone would've wanted to give the six feet tall fellow a big bear hug, what with the sort of youthfulness he gives off at moments such as these, it was almost uncanny. Though rather than doing what she longed so much to do, did nothing but let out a small laugh.
She shrugged at his Bill Gates comment, "Einstein, Bill Gates--" Banner pondered, forcing her azure gaze to look at something else rather than ogling at the man beside her the entire time, "--Mozart, same difference. You're still bright one way or another," she said, allowing a wide cheeky grin to cross her face while lifting a hand to toss her own long brunette waves but with her beanie in the way, it didn't look as great as it would without the beanie. After that little somewhat out of character stunt of hers, she burst into laughter, stopping at her tracks in the middle of it.
Finally stopping, Banner wiped the tears off the corners of her eyes in between muffled laughter, oblivious to the fact that she may have actually attracted a few pairs of eyes onto her. Each looking at her with mild distaste. Regaining back most of her composure, she continued her way, at the same time finally leaving the place called Central Park and to the sidewalks of New York. At the moment, Banner couldn't help but have her thoughts revolve around the little image of her and Dylan sitting at the table by the window at the Coffee Bean, laughing and chatting away about any sort of random subject they could come up with over a cup of deliciously aromatic coffee and fresh out-of-the-oven baked muffins. Just the thought of it was irresistable enough to make her go 'ba-dum-di-dum'
Realizing that she'd been spacing out again, Banner pretended a small cough to cover up for the spaz as if it'll do any help seeing that she'd trailed off for quite an amount of time and even as a student who majored in Visual and Performing Arts, that cough was faked in one of the most unfashionable yet poorly manner.
"Well," she perked up, "mind you, we have to have a muffin as well once we get there! Banner exclaimed ever so energetically as she placed her forefinger onto her bottom lip making it seem as if she was in deep thought, before going on, "I can't bear the thought of having coffee with you without a muffin," and she went on, "Actually, I can but it wouldn't seem right," and on, "Seeing how rare the chances are for us to actually sit do--" and she stopped. Realizing just then that she was blabbering as much as... whatever that person's name was, she had a hunch that her blabbering was just as bad as that individual in question.
Banner felt the temperature on her cheeks and ears rising to a whole new level and was probably as red as a beet. Although the chances were slim, Banner hoped that Dylan would mistake her redness for being cold rather than embarassment. Besides making a big fool out of herself, she'd even have the nerve to touch about a subject she made sure never to bring up. At first she was bracing herself for the possible (and worst) comebacks she could get for asking but when he gave her the opposite response of what she was expecting, all she could do was look at him dumbfounded, her lips slightly parted.
The way he said it seemed so carefree yet at the same time it felt like he did care very much about not going to school. It wasn't much of a surprise that he cared about school but more of how he'd so openly told her how he felt about it without further thought. Banner hadn't expected a pleasant surprise like that but it was definitely something she appreciated. It was comforting to know that he'd be so willing to let her know whatever it was that's in his mind when he'd quit University so drastically after 3 months. Finding her voice back, "Wow, I never thought that far," she tucked a loose strand of hair that was poking her in the eye behind her ear, "I only had passing the bigger exams and checking with as many art galleries I can find if they'll take my works. Definitely not anywhere as far as marriage and kids."
Again, as the words slide out of her mouth, Banner's wild imagination flew to the highly unlikely life she was going to have with Dylan. This time, she pictured the both of them cuddled up on a cream coloured sofa by the fireplace, admiring the amber flames flicker while their baby slept on her lap. But all that imaginary bliss came crashing down quicker than you can say 'Hallelujah!' If she hadn't been sane or a terribly hopeless romantic, Banner would've given herself a tight slap for even daydreaming about such a thing. And if there was a prize for lack of self control and most spazzed out, she'd have won it hands down, no questions asked.
Feeling her cheeks reddening again, "Uhm... Who knows, maybe in the next couple of years, I'll uh, be seeing your face and name on CD album covers?" she stuttered. Suddenly Banner realised that for as long as she's known him, she'd never listened to his music before since whenever they were together, it's either he doesn't have his guitar along with him or some other odd happening which didn't require music to fill the air, "Oh shoot, I realised I've never heard your music before!" Banner jolted up. It'd been so sudden that it might've actually stunned a few people for a moment, "And if I did, I must've forgotten! Jeez, some friend I turn out to be. I can't believe myself! Gosh, you know what? When I get back and if you get on or something, you could send me a track--" she paused for a while to take a deep breath, "WAIT! But what if you don't or the laptop suddenly explodes? NoNoNo! That can't be right, you probably don't have a track recorded..." and so went her string of hard to understand blabbering. For some odd reason (which has something to do with her realising that she wasn't being the oh so supportive friend by listening to his music), Banner was panicking beyond belief and the last time she'd acted this way was 2 years ago when she couldn't find her way out of a mall.
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