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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Dec 26, 2008 17:06:06 GMT -5
Isabelle could feel the blush in her cheeks. It felt like the sun had beaten directly upon them. The flesh warm to the touch. She rested her elbow on her left, farther most thigh and lied her pink cheek upon the palm of her hand. Luckily for Issy the complexion of her skin made it less noticeable. Facing him now and more directly she listened to the words as he spoke them. She wasn’t the greatest at sitting still, and she was hoping he hadn’t noticed. Sometimes it was like her body was fighting against itself, her father always just accused her of being hyperactive.
“Me neither,” she admitted to his response on having no siblings. “Makah?” She smiled politely, “my mother had friends who were Makah, but I never really seen them again after her passing,” she admitted. The smile was no longer there, but she showed no sign of anger or remorse. She hadn’t gotten over her mothers death years ago, she didn’t believe she ever could but, Isabelle had realized with time the mention of her was much less painful. She smiled lightly as to lighten the mood. She hadn’t meant to bring up less happy things.
She bit her lip and thought back on something he had said. Her smiled glowed a little as she pushed back the free falling strands that were slowly beginning to cover her face. “So do you change girlfriends every few months?” she inquired. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t hung on to the statement moments ago. But she blamed that on the fact she was preoccupied with bearatees and the sort. She stretched her long legs out before her, looking down at the denim now instead of his attractive moonlit features, and waited for a response.
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Post by Embry Call on Dec 26, 2008 23:42:18 GMT -5
Embry had hardly been able to notice that Isabelle couldn't quite sit still, he was having a bit of that problem as well. He tried to play it off as a defense of the cold wind that was picking up around them, trying to keep himself warm. He watched the smallest of moonrays hit her face and felt himself staring. He quickly shook his head, chiding himself for being such a dork. He shoved his hands further into his hoodie pockets and hunched his shoulders slightly against the wind. He cocked his head in interest when she mentioned her mother. He vaguely recognized the tone he regarded her in; it was not something that she wanted to be pitied for. It just was. Like the disappearance of his father. It was not his favorite subject, but he had learned that there were pleasant things to account for instead. He wondered if her mother had ever known his mother before passing, but refrained from asking. He merely nodded in acknowledgment, reacting to her solemn smile. He would not ask her to elaborate, and held his tongue.
He watched the black and white of the open sea as it struck the shores of First Beach, and suddenly regretted for maintaining his silence. He thought she had let his comment slip earlier, had been thankful in fact. But it seemed it had come back to place the slightest expression of shock in his eyes. "Um..." he struggled slightly. He wasn't a very talkative person, more reserved than his more rambunctious friends, but he never had a problem speaking when he intended to. "No... it's not like that," he said, not being able to meet her eyes. The heat he had been trying to control had suddenly claimed his cheeks as he blushed furiously, looking away and laughing nervously. He wasn't sure how to have this conversation with someone who wasn't a close friend. The fact that this particularly funny and interesting girl was asking him about his dating history was slightly intimidating, and his answer would be wrong either way. Yes, then he sounded like a jerk. No, then he sounded like a dork. Either way, he was doomed.
"I didn't mean it that way," he added to his defense, finding himself really uncomfortable and unwilling to discuss it further. He laughed nervously again, looking at her outstretched legs before her, trying not to dig himself into a deeper hole.
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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Dec 27, 2008 0:15:44 GMT -5
Isabelle listened grudgingly to how uncomfortable he seemed to feel about the subject. His response had been full of ums and bits of silence as he seemed to fumble for the right words. She hadn’t meant any harm, but the fact that she had led the conversation into dangerous territory made her feel like an idiot. Her smile faded as she thought of what the right thing to say in return was, she decided and turned to face him. Her knees know directly toward him, along with the rest of her petite body. “I’m so sorry,” I didn’t mean anything by it. My lame attempt at a joke,” she admitted. “Just the way you had worded it seemed odd,” she continued and forced herself to stop.
“I’m rambling now,” she confessed. Her nervousness had been cranked up just about all the way. She hadn’t even been around the guy for an hour and she had already ruined it. Her face was red with embarrassment. “This is the part I ask you if you like cheese to try to save the convo,” she half laughed. That wasn’t meant to be said aloud, but so be it. She stared at his kneecap right after she said, trying to concentrate on something other than his face. Hopefully he would at least laugh at her oddness.
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Post by Embry Call on Dec 27, 2008 1:12:17 GMT -5
While Embry was drowning in humiliation, the girl surprised him by turning right to him, even though he couldn't quite meet her gaze. It was only when she spoke that he looked up again. Her apology was sincere, which only made him feel worse. He didn't want her to feel bad for him being... weird. "No, no," he said quickly, shaking his head in emphasis. He wasn't sure what to say anymore, but it was obvious that the 'vague' route wasn't going to work. "I didn't mean for it to come out that way," he told her, chuckling again. He didn't want her to think what his words had implied, yet he only thought on one thing to say that would keep her from thinking that. "I've only had one girlfriend," he admitted meekly, though still able to laugh some how. "I know it must have sounded weird before, but it's not like that at all." He wasn't sure what else he could say that would convince her, something that had suddenly become very important.
He laughed softly with her, feeling only the tiniest bit better after the clarification. "I kind of love cheese," he said, finding his voice a little again. He was glad she had provided a way out, it seems. Though for how long, it was hard to tell but he would run with it for now."It should go on many more things than it does."
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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Dec 28, 2008 0:27:55 GMT -5
Once the boy admitted to not wanting to have said his response the way he had she looked up from his kneecap only to reach his shoulder with her emerald eyes. She knew if she looked at him directly she would probably turn bashfully away. And she still felt like a retard for almost ruining the…conversation. Her slightly worried frown began to curve into a timid smile at the sound of his laughter. It rejuvenated her spirits somewhat. She forced herself to look at his illuminated features but tried her hardest not to think. Not to notice how every trait seemed to melt seamlessly into what she considered near perfection. It was sort of an odd feeling after all she didn’t look at Quil in that way. Only one other time did a boy make her feel shy, or even care to carry out a conversation. That had been in Brazil two summers ago, but he had moved by the time she had gone back last June.
Isabelle sighed in relief as a smile broke through. She nodded in understanding, glad he hadn’t taken offense to what she had meant to be innocent questioning. She giggled happily at the fact he was willing to carry on with the exchange, even if it had turned to such a thing as cheese. “Agreed, I put it on just about everything. Think my favorite has to be mozzarella,” she concluded. Issy shifted once more in her seat before looking up at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, I’m a little weird but I’m not the greatest at staying on one spot,” she admitted bashfully. “Would you mind walking with me?” she asked as she motioned with her eyes toward where the water met the sand.
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Post by Embry Call on Dec 29, 2008 21:55:52 GMT -5
Embry dared to look at the girl under the moonlight, hoping that the rays of white light did not betray the blush he was still carrying. He was surprised to see that Isabelle's eyes were not the deep brown that they appeared to be, but a lighter, celestial color he wasn't expecting. He couldn't tell what they were exactly, but the light color was an astonishing compliment to her deep skin. His own eyes blinked once deliberately before he realized that he was staring again. He suppressed the urge to smack himself on the forehead and instead tried to pretend that he was looking at something just past her, quickly darting his eyes just to the right of her head before looking down again. He wasn't sure why he was acting so jittery. Obviously the girl was pretty, but she was also funny and interesting. It had disarmed Embry's normally passive sensibilities and now he struggled to figure out how to be funny and interesting too, if he was at all in the first place. He chuckled softly at her cheese preference. "Mozzarella is pretty good, though I have to say Cheddar is my favorite." The sudden thought nachos with melted cheddar made his stomach react, but he ignored the sensation. He wasn't ready to leave the beach yet
He couldn't believe his luck when Isabelle asked him if he would walk her down the beach. He would be out of his mind if he didn't. He gave her a bright grin and stood up almost too quickly. "Sure," he told her, trying to keep the enthusiasm from being too obvious. But his voice broke slightly, reaching ann unusual pitch, sending him in blushes again. He tried to recover by leading the way and took a step forward, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he felt and heard a soft crack from under his shoe. His face went blank before turning to look at her. "Aw man," he said, unable to hide the slight whine. Unwillingly dropping his gaze from her, he bent down and picked up the object that cracked under his weight. When he returned to look at her again, he rolled his eyes as he held up his bearatee, cracked in half.
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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Dec 31, 2008 1:59:13 GMT -5
Isabelle wondered what he was looking at, but she didn’t want to make it too obvious. When he looked down, she turned her head toward where she assumed his focal point had been. She seen nothing but trees. The girl turned her head so abruptly back to the sand before them, that had it been a tiny bit quicker she may have gotten whip lash. “Ooh Cheddar, good choice.” she laughed looking up, much more slowly this time. She wondered if he was beginning to notice her lack of eye to eye communication. She was really going to have to look at his face more when she spoke. She didn’t want to look like she had a heavy head or was just plain weird. Luckily at that moment she didn’t have to worry about it.
Isabelle hesitated on the log for a moment, until she heard his response. She almost sighed in relief. Besides though it was a bit chilly out she didn’t want to go home to her cranky father, not yet. She hoped he’d fall asleep in front of the television as he usually did before she got back. Isabelle stood and began to take a step further but almost walked into Embry as he stopped suddenly. She tried to place her foot behind her for support but it scraped against the large piece of wood and she tumbled forward. He was holding something in his hand. She had only caught a quick glimpse of the object before her hands reached forward to grab onto his arms. She was afraid if she didn’t she would have knocked them both to the ground. She held on for balance, and noticed rather quickly he was much warmer. She looked up at him bashfully. “Did I mention I’m a total klutz she asked, trying to straighten her body out to stand firmly planted on the ground.
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Post by Embry Call on Jan 2, 2009 23:08:32 GMT -5
Just as Embry had showed her the cracked carving, he suddenly felt her hands grab onto his forearms. Somehow still holding onto the two small pieces of wood, he held her up immediately noticing the silkiness of her hands. He held back on a full laugh, but couldn't resist a low chuckle. "Are you ok?" he asked, holding her up and looking into her face. His face soften from is surprised reaction and smiled tentatively, highly sensitive to their sudden closeness. He was frozen for a few seconds, unable to kick start his mind again. But he was able to relax a bit when she poked fun at herself.
"Klutz?," he teased. "Tell me about it." He was able to let go of her with his right hand which also held his broken bear carving to hold it up again and show her, though had conveniently left the other hand still holding her up.
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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Jan 3, 2009 13:15:36 GMT -5
Isabelle nodded with a meek smile as she placed her feet safely on the ground. At the angle they were meant to be, she was grateful there was no throbbing pain from her ankle. Sprains used to be a common thing for her. His proximity to her made her more self conscious, but strangely she wasn’t overwhelmed by an awkward sensation, merely a little more anxious. She looked away from his face now and finally took in the sight of the broken wooden carving.
“Aw, Embry I’m sorry,” she frowned looking at the object in his hand. It wasn’t as bad as he made it sound. After all she really had been expecting to find a bear morphing into a manatee. The smile shined once more. No longer minding the fall, as he seemed unbothered by her intrusion of his space. She laughed, “you’ll get used to it, I have.” she admitted reaching a delicate hand out for the carving. “Just might have to bring you some padding for the next time,” her voice faded. They had found the mostly bear, bearatee. Would he really eant to stick around? ‘Yeah right, at this rate he probably thinks you’re a hazard,’ she told herself barely noticing the pout her smile had become. But, she did notice his hand still lingering there, as if she may fall over again. It wasn’t as if that was out of the question, she could probably trip over an imaginary rock.
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Post by Embry Call on Jan 3, 2009 22:40:54 GMT -5
He chuckled shaking his head, ashamed at his luck. "Yea it was under my foot the whole time," he told her. He thought things were going his way. Losing the carving had brought him back to the beach where he met this girl. And it would have brought them back to the same spot to continue looking for it. But the traitor had reappeared and now there was no reason for her to meet him here again. He pocketed the two pieces of wood and shrugged. "I guess I'll have to start over anyway." He would take the pieces he had and use it to guide him away from any mistakes he had made so far. It was the only silver lining that he had now. Without looking at her, he let go of her other arm, but started the walk on the beach she had suggested, hoping that she would follow suit.
"Do I get one of those strait jackets, too," he asked, giving in to the turn of events and trying to at least take advantage of her good humor. "Cause I heard they're pretty comfy."
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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Jan 4, 2009 15:55:08 GMT -5
Isabelle giggled at the fact it had been under his foot. She silently wished that it would have stayed hidden though. She followed suit and began walking slightly behind him. She took a few extra steps to catch up with him, and smiled when she reached his side. He seemed even taller than a few moments ago, which she assumed was due to the fact that now by his side, she could truly see his height compared to her own. She felt like a child, and she looked up at him laughing now. “Sure.” she nodded. “If I had to wear one of those I’d probably be scarred for life from falling on my face so much,” she admitted with a giggle.
She paused and picked up a shell that seemed to be glimmering in the sand. It was pale, with a touch of peach, it took her a moment to realize that was probably random, but she needed a few more for the necklace she was making. She stood up, holding the shell high so he could see it, “finishing a necklace,” she smiled before biting her bottom lip tensely.
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Post by Embry Call on Jan 5, 2009 0:38:22 GMT -5
He laughed at her insistence that she was a klutz. A klutzy Kung Fu master; what were the odds? "I'll have to give it a try, though. I'm not sure white is my color." He noticed that she had had to rush a few steps to catch up to him; he immediately shortened his step so that they would walk at a similar pace. Maybe it would make the walk last longer; he could only hope.
Embry skidded in his spot when Isabelle stopped to pick something up from the ground. He saw the shell in her hand, shimmering in the moonlight. He looked at her instead of it while she made a cursory appraisal and told him what it was for. The things she had told him about herself seemed almost... disconnected. It was amusing, but also made him want to figure out the connections. "So, let me get this straight," he said, finally finding the easy tone he had been trying to hold on to for the evening. "You're a klutzy Kung Fu master that can chop wood with her bare hands who likes to make necklaces of out seashells." He gave her a questioning look with a smirk and a teasing glance. "Am I missing anything?"
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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Jan 5, 2009 10:40:32 GMT -5
White not his color? She laughed Isabelle couldn’t see him looking bad in any color. Except maybe pink, she hated when boys were pink. It was as if they were testing their feminine side. She noticed that she had been staring and quickly looked away toward the dark sea. She slipped the shell into her gray hooded sweatshirts softly lined pocket, and let her hand stay there, where it was warmer, she ran her fingers over the shells smooth surface.
Isabelle looked up at him now, an innocent expression, as he ran over all of her odd hobbies. She bit her lip and nodded, “ and I sing.” She smiled and continued, “I’m not that great at jewelry making, I’m only doing it cause I promised my cousin I would. Kind of like a best friend necklace,” she said as she began walking again. “Actually, it’s really much too tedious, but she made me this,” Isabelle held up the long strand of rounded white and black beads so he could see. “They’re seeds to a type of fruit I forget what their called, something with a ‘c’.” She smiled up at him, hoping she didn’t make much sense to him. After all if he felt like he needed to figure her out he might stick around.
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Post by Embry Call on Jan 6, 2009 1:32:48 GMT -5
He chuckled easily with her; her slightly musical laugh was contagious. He perked an eyebrow as she added another hobby to the list he'd compiled. He wondered how much it would take to get her to sing, or if she was too shy. Maybe she was one of those people who sang when she thought no one was around. Embry couldn't see himself having the opportunity to catch her off guard after tonight. The bearatee had given them a reason to meet up again, and it now was in piece inside his pocket. He couldn't know when the next time they'd randomly run into each other. His only consolation was that at least La Push was a really small place. It was bound to happen at some point.
He looked impressed at her cousin's handiwork, and took the opportunity to lean in slightly closer to get a better look at the necklace. Realizing that he might be so obvious in trying to get closer, the blood rushed to his face once more, and he chuckled nervously. "That's actually kinda cool," he said. "I'm sure there's plenty of stuff you can use from the beach. Embry walked silently for a few moments, grasping for something, anything to extend their walk. But even if he did, the beach was tiny and they'd walk out of places to walk. He suddenly wished he had a little bit of Quil's nerve and just, came up with something to keep her there, but he knew it would sound stupid when he said it and he'd look dumb. But there had to be a way to at least hang out with her other than by chance. He tried to reconcile his hesitation with his urge to see her again. "So..." he started awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. "I know that we found the bearatee and stuff... but maybe you still wanna hang out tomorrow?" As he rushed the last couple of words, hoping that his voice didn't crack, he wanted to dig himself the deepest whole in he sand.
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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Jan 7, 2009 19:29:47 GMT -5
Isabelle felt the blush rush to her cheeks as he leaned in closer to see the beads, and when he pulled away she began to play idly with the black and white necklace, maintaining a somewhat slow pace all the while. If they walked to fast the conversation would end, and who knew when she’d see him again. Unless she came to the beach every night in search of a bonfire, which didn’t sound like a bad idea. Issy shook her head lightly as if the movement would free her mind from such silly thoughts.
“Thanks,” she smiled at the compliment. They walked silently for a few moments and Isabelle continued to roll the beads between her fingers. She opened her mouth to say something and thinking it was better not to, she closed it again. When she heard his voice she looked up almost immediately, surprised almost that he had made a sound first. She braced herself for the moment he might make an excuse and turn to leave. She kept her eyes on him this time, remembering to try and keep more eye contact. That was suppose to be a good thing. At least that’s what she had read in a magazine.
Isabelle was silent for a moment, hoping she heard him right. She could feel the slightly worried expression turn into a smile. “You still wanna hang out tomorrow?” she repeated to make sure brain wasn’t pulling a fast one on her. She waited a moment, the silence was her answer. The smile brightened. “Definitely,” she said an octave higher. She wasn’t the greatest at hiding the excitement. But, for Issy it was better than she usually could. “What should we do? Swimming? Hiking, maybe a movie?” she noticed the last option was usually for people going on dates. Which this wasn’t, right? Isabelle felt like she had slammed her head against the wall. She wondered if he’d make his own suggestion, or choose one of hers. She looked to the sand.
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