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Post by Matilda Stone on Mar 2, 2009 13:45:41 GMT -5
{Mid-BD}
It had been a few weeks since Matt had gone to the clinic, since the truth had finally exploded on to the scene, and she felt much better for it. She couldn’t pretend that she was completely at ease with the idea that her brother was a werewolf; she was only human, after all. A sensible one, at that (or at least she was known to be before the whole Rory fiasco) and she hadn’t even pondered the possibility that such things existed. However, being that she knew her brother (and she had double checked just to make sure that he didn’t turn into a mindless monster), she had decided that knowing the truth was definitely a good thing. It meant that they weren’t growing apart, as she had feared, and it also meant that she could put more heart into covering for him when he was patrolling.
In another development since weeks past, a combination of rekindling the fraternal relationship with Leo and Doctor Chamber’s words in the clinic, Matt had successfully kept herself away from the now very ex-boyfriend of hers. She had seen him around, mind, on the corner near her house, near school, around the convenience store, the diner – she had seen him around a lot, actually. It worried her slightly, well, more than slightly, but seen as he hadn’t actually done anything yet, she convinced herself she was overreaching. All that remained of him now was the tiny intersecting set of scars on her brow.
Thus, that day she found herself wandering into the one diner in La Push, not really hungry, but needing something to occupy herself with – she still wasn’t entirely on the beat terms with Taz. She took her seat with a diet coke and a blueberry muffin – props to keep the staff happy for an hour or so – and propped a book open in front of her: Dracula. It was a little too sensational for her tastes, but if her brother was a mythical being, then she wanted to swot up on what he could be facing.
After a full twenty minutes, she finally was defeated. She frowned a little to scratch absently at her scar – they were at that stage of irritation, and carefully closed the book. There had been far too many films and parodies of this book for her to take it at all seriously; she somehow couldn’t imagine Leo chasing a bat with a big wooden stake. Instead, she began to pull apart her muffin bit by bit, her brown eyes taking on a glazed appearance as she watched the rain lash down outside. It was going to be some walk home that was for sure; she could already imagine the uncomfortable chill of the rain. The diner wasn’t that busy, though, so maybe she could get away with staying for a little while longer.
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Mar 2, 2009 22:46:16 GMT -5
Laurence pulled his Ford Focus into the parking lot of the small diner on the reservation. He had worked the morning shift at the clinic in LaPush, but had the afternoon off (a rare occurence for him). It was already starting to rain and Laurence knew he could really use a cup of coffee. Not wanting to risk that the pouring rain that was occuring now would turn into a torrential downpour by the time he reached the coffee shop back in Forks, he decided to get out here and try the diner's coffee. Hopefully since he at least worked on the reservation land they wouldnt look at him too oddly for being a non-native in their diner.
The parking lot(a few dirt spots really) was empty, which Laurence could only assume was because most of the reservation was probably close enough to walk. With the car now turned off, Laurenced loosened the tie he had around his neck before taking it off. He also unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, relaxing a little bit before heading in. He placed the tie on top of the white coat that was folded neatly in the back seat.
Staring at the rain outside his window for a moment longer to see if there would be a break that he could go out in, it seemed like as always the rain in Washington would never let up. He'd jus thave to run for it. Opening and closing his door quickly he hurried inside the diner, hearing the ding of the bells above the door as he entered. He was grateful that he only needed to be outside a few moments as his hair was already getting wet and there were several drops on his shirt.
Laurence saw that it wasn't too busy and walked up to the counter, gently asking the waitress for a cup of coffee. He turned around as he waited for the coffee and saw a familiar face over by the window. It was a young woman he had treated a few weeks ago for domestic abuse. She was looking well now, no fresh bruises from what he could see. He wondered if he should pretend that he didn't see her. Sometimes Doctor/Patient confidentiality meant not even admitting you treated someone, because it would give away that there was something that needed treating. But she was sitting alone, so there was no one he would be breaking confidentiality to if he just said hi, right? Plus it seemed like the polite thing to do, especially in a small tight knit community like this, it would seem rude to ignore someone you knew.
With his newfound resolve Laurence walked over a bit nervously as the closer he got the more he remembered how attracted he had been to this specific patient. He started getting a little flustered, forgetting the small talk he had intended to begin with. "Hi...umm Ms. Stone right? Uh...that looks like its healing nicely?" he said looking up at the small scar on her forehead. He immediately thought himself an idiot for making that his opening line, but knew it was to late to change it now.
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Post by Matilda Stone on Mar 5, 2009 5:30:55 GMT -5
Thoughts still lost in the pouring rain, Matt only vaguely noticed the entry of another customer into the diner, and even then she couldn’t have told you whether they were male or female. Her thoughts had remained focused on the previous subjects, Leo, mythical beings, Dr. Chambers (who she couldn’t seem to get out of her head, for some reason), Rory and Taz. A fairly grim expression touched her features as she wondered how to and if she even could sway Taz’s stubborn desire to date Rory. Yes, she still felt immensely betrayed and upset by her best friend’s actions, but that didn’t mean that she wanted her to go through the same things she had out of sheer spite. She sort of wondered whether they were seeing each other at all, given that whenever she saw Rory he was alone. A brief shudder ran down her spine as if she had been the one stood outside in the rain and she decided that she ought to turn her thoughts to something more pleasant, before she unnecessarily freaked herself out. Happily, that took no effort on her part whatsoever, at the young doctor she had seen at the clinic approached.
“Doctor Chambers!” she exclaimed, clearly surprised that he was talking to her, but also perhaps disproportionately excited that he was doing so. Her stomach turned in pleasant flip flops as she surveyed him with her dark eyes. Definitely much more attractive without the dark veil that had previously clouded her vision, and that was really saying something. Her nose wrinkled a little and belatedly so, when she realised that he had called her ‘Ms. Stone’. She held up her hands, smiling at him. “Please, call me Matt, I’m not used to such formality.”
Her smile widened and crooked as it did so, her fingers now rising to graze over the injury. “Your excellent stitching, I’m sure,” she complimented him, her voice slightly shy, though nothing compared to the level of timidity she had shown in the clinic that day. Then again, who was at their most confident with a chunk of their head taken out? After another beat she suddenly realised that the doctor was still on his feet and her eyes widened slightly, her hands simultaneously coming up to gesture towards the empty chair opposite. “Oh, please, sit down… I mean, if you want to.”
Another bashful smile graced her face, suddenly wondering if he had just come over to say hello because he had an obligation as her doctor or something. It wasn’t something she had thought of before, and she didn’t think it highly likely, but neither did she think that she, of all people, would be someone he would voluntarily spend time with. The only thing she was sure of was that his simple greeting had brightened her day considerably and she would do whatever she could to make him feel welcome and comfortable on the reservation, and with her. “So, how’re you finding the Rez so far?”
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Mar 5, 2009 19:06:35 GMT -5
Laurence smiled as she said his name, loving the way it sounded from her, but even more wanting to lose the formalities with her. As if reading his mind, she then corrected him, saying to call her Matt. He couldn’t help but think it was odd that her nickname was Matt, when usually that would be the nickname for a Matthew, and Mattie or Tilly seemed more likely nicknames for Matilda. But he liked the name Matt for her, it seemed to suit her. Even more ironically his friends back home called him Laurie, something he’d barely heard since moving to Forks. “Then Matt, Please call me Laurence, or Laurie if you like, we’re not at the office now”
He watched her bring her hand up to the healing injury as she complimented his work. He was glad it was healing, and even more glad to see that no fresh injuries seemed to be added to her, she seemed much better than last time that he saw her, both physically and emotionally. He could only hope that she had rid herself of the angry person in her life who had harmed her.
He smiled again as she asked him to sit. “Sure, if you’re sure I’m not intruding” He said, not wanting to bother her if she was wanting to be alone right now, but more than glad to spend some time with her. He took the seat across from her, setting his cup of coffee down on the table as she asked him how he liked the rez. “It’s nice, the people here are very friendly, and everyone’s been welcoming, even if I do stick out a bit like a sore thumb” he said, realizing how cheesy that analogy must sound coming from a doctor.
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Post by Matilda Stone on Mar 10, 2009 22:18:55 GMT -5
Matt’s pleasant smile only continued to beam as, rather than rebuffing her forward comments about her nickname, which she had realised too late might be too familiar, he countered them with his own. She ran the names through her head liberally, trying not to give the game away on the surface as she tried to imagine herself saying them in other situations than random meetings in diners and then stretched her arms out in front of her. She shifted the paraphernalia she had brought with her to the diner out of the doctor’s way and allowed her eye line to raise to his once more when the space was cleared.
“Laurie,” she said, tilting her head a little and allowing a stream of dark hair to fall in front of her shoulder. “That’s nice, I don’t think I would have thought of it… But then I’m the one that nicknamed myself with a guy’s name, right?”
She remembered the same half-conversation she had gone through with Rory when they had first met, and with most other people she had ever met. They always assumed that there was some story behind it, whereas in reality it was just because she didn’t want the same name as a Polly Pocket or a Roald Dahl character. Her brow flickered slightly at the unnecessary memory, but considering that over the last few months her whole life had pretty much revolved around meeting up with her unscrupulous ex-boyfriend, a lot of things set off chains of memories – she had just resolved herself to harden in the face of them. It was over now; there was no point in getting worked up about it at all anymore.
“Mmm, not at all!” she exclaimed, her head shaking in agreement with her words as she gestured towards the seat in front of her. Internally, she cringed at her eagerness, wishing that she could just put it down to being excited for company after a long afternoon alone, but she already knew that if it had been one of her little sisters or a friend from school, her heart wouldn’t be racing so ridiculously fast. She was just glad that she didn’t show colour that easily, otherwise her cheeks would be burning up a storm.
She was soon distracted, however, and her smile crooked into an amused grin as the doctor used an anatomical analogy and she let out a small chuckle, though nothing that indicated she was mocking him – it was just the kind of thing that amused her. She nodded her head a little, inclining her head in the other direction now and pushing the encroaching hair behind her shoulder. “Yeah, I think everyone here is used to people visiting from Forks – a bunch of kids come up from the High School over there to visit First Beach quite regularly, I think. It’s quite different from the Makah Rez, that’s a bit more remote, so it was pretty much just us and some Quileute visitors,” she punctuated her speech with a small shrug, wondering if this thread of conversation was as lame as she thought it sounded – it appeared that the good doctor had the ability to make her babble. “But you, I guess you live in Forks – have you been around here long?”
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Mar 12, 2009 21:57:26 GMT -5
Laurence gave her a light laugh as Matt mentioned naming herself after a guy’s name. It did seem fitting that it would be the two of them having this conversation, him having gone with a shorter, often female associated name as well. “It seems we both have a bit of gender identity issues in our names” He said jokingly. “I think Matt suits you though, its something you’re not quite expecting” He said, then looking down at his coffee realizing he had spoken his thoughts aloud. This was his ex-patient. He shouldn’t be flirting with her, it was inappropriate…wasn’t it?
He smiled widely as she gestured again to the seat letting him know what she didn’t mind his company. He didn’t see any sign that she was just being polite and hoping he’d deny her offer and go somewhere else. He had gotten pretty good at reading people, he thought, and she seemed very sincere. “Thanks” He said sincerely as he sat, enjoying having the company, especially that it was hers. She had really stuck out that day from all the others, and he knew that it wasn’t just the circumstances, there was something about her that he wanted to really care for, and not just by patching her up and sending her out the door.
Laurence gave a shy smile as she chuckled in response to his analogy. She didn’t groan or roll her eyes which was a good thing. Even if she thought it was corny or cheesey, it didn’t seem to discourage her from talking to him. “Makah…I haven’t been there yet, did you used to live there as well?” He asked her, hoping he didn’t sound like he was interviewing her like when they were at the clinic but he was interested in learning about her. He smiled when she asked how long he’d been living in Forks. “Not too long now, just a few months really, born in Australia, obviously” He said knowing his accent was still audible. “But more recently from New York city”
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Post by Matilda Stone on Mar 17, 2009 14:02:45 GMT -5
Matt laughed shamelessly at Laurie’s little joke about their gender confusion, enjoying that he had noticed the amusing side to it as well. As he continued on to say that her chosen name sited her as well, a small smile graced her lips and if she had a complexion more liable to blushing she would have been scarlet. She couldn’t help but be flattered by the inconsequential little comment, her sensible mindset evading her in the pleasant feeling that the comment gave her – so she was unexpected? She found herself eager to find out how.
“Thank you, Laurie!” she said, the name naturally flowing off her tongue. She grinned at him. “I have to warn you that the most unexpected thing about me is my name, otherwise I’m pretty standard. My brother got all the ‘special’ genes.”
She chuckled to herself, knowing her comment was more true than it appeared. She was also suddenly hit by an unexpected bout of nerves, wondering if she had turned him off her by being too self-effacing, or whether he now thought her mean due to the remark about her brother. Matt eyed Laurie curiously, knowing that she wasn’t usually so overly analytical of her speech and how it was received. As worrying as it was to suddenly think about all these things, it was also nice, and it sure beat all the other issues and cares that had been beating down on her these past few months.
Again, as Laurie took his seat opposite her, Matt’s smile answered his own brightly. She was struck by how sunny he looked with the beaming smile and the halo of blond hair, a real pleasure to see. Now she really wished that she had all her facilities as her disposal when she had seen him at the clinic that day, but even now she could see that he probably had a clear distinction made between professionalism and his personal life. Had she just passed over into his personal life? The smile on her face widened a little with wishful thinking.
“Yeah, the Makah Rez is just along the coast, Neah Bay?” she smiled at him, her interested in talking to him truly piqued even if it was all she could do to ramble. She just hoped he would stop her if he got bored. “We moved here a while ago now – a few months. And then… well, it took some getting used to, but La Push is really quite a nice place.”
As Laurie then went on to tell her a little about himself, Matt couldn’t stop her eyes from widening noticeably, the real small town girl emerging. “Wow. I mean, well, I could guess you were from Australia, but there are small towns there, right? But you come here, well, to Forks via New York City? That’s some difference, why did you decide to move here of all places? Not to disparage your decision, or anything, I like it here and you have a place here and stuff, but…”
She almost had to manually clamp her jaw shut as her awed thoughts came tumbling directly out of her mouth. She wondered where on earth this propensity to babble had come from, though she didn’t have to look further than the man sat opposite her. Though typically she was very happy keeping her thoughts to herself, depending on the situation, she already found that the blond doctor brought out an unfamiliar, but overwhelming desire to share.
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Mar 24, 2009 22:42:18 GMT -5
As he watched her smile, the first thought that popped into Laurence’s head was that it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. It wasn’t just her smile that was pretty but everything about her. He had gotten a glimpse of it at the clinic, but she was bleeding, and her hair had been covering her face much of the time. Now as he saw her put together he could really appreciate the beauty of the woman sitting before him.
He had to mentally chastise himself for getting so carried away, it was almost to the point of infatuation now. He knew she was probably just being nice to the doctor who had cared for her, and after this, they’d probably never see each other again, but he wanted to see that smile again. And as she spoke his name, it caused him to grin as well, loving how it sounded coming from her.
“You’re welcome. And I’m sure you’ve still got a few unexpected things up your sleeve” He said, knowing she would be full of surprises should he ever get the chance to get to know her on a more personal level. He took note that she had mentioned a brother, it didn’t completely surprise her as she had spoken at the clinic about having a full house at home, but he still enjoyed hearing the details.
“Oh, I didn’t know” He said with interest as she told him she used to live on the other reservation but had just moved recently. “LaPush is nice, do you miss your other home though?”
He smiled as she asked him about Australia. He’d always have a fond place in his heart for his homeland. “Yes they have some small towns as well, some smaller than this one, with nothing but farmland in between” He told her. “But New York city was a lot different…” He said, trying to keep from thinking about too much detail of the reason he left, not wanting the pain to show on his face. “I like it here too…I guess I got fed up with the city, wanted something less hectic, just a place with good people with a sense of family and values”
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Post by Matilda Stone on Mar 31, 2009 21:09:05 GMT -5
An eyebrow quirked upward as Laurie mentioned that she, Matilda Stone, had more surprises to show him and her bright smile shifted into a more crooked shape. She took on a mischievous air, but only for a moment as she wondered how she would back that assumption up, and if she would get a chance to let him discover if he was right. She would certainly jump on an extra opportunity to spend time with the doctor, but she also didn’t quite fancy taking another chunk out of her head to do so.
Rather guiltily, she consciously shifted her gaze from dancing over the man, noticing the way that the rain had affected the colour of his hair; she had no desire to let him in on her building attraction to him. She didn’t want to do anything that would make him feel uncomfortable, inappropriate or make him leave her prematurely. This was just what she needed after Rory, an unobtainable crush; great. Still, she wouldn’t let it go in a hurry. Maybe she could think of a thing or two that would somehow interest him enough to not just view her as someone he helped once. She wasn’t sure what they were yet, but surely she wasn’t that dull, was she?
“Yeah I miss it,” she told him honestly, her eyes glazing over slightly as she remembered the conversation she had with Leo a few weeks ago. Then she had recalled their hometown in a miserable, yearning tone, and regarded their new town with resentment, all combining to make her wish to go ‘home’ to Makah. She was glad now that she hadn’t allowed her bad experience of La Push to scare her away, though; it was really a nice place. The people were friendly enough without having to encounter those that she would prefer to avoid. Before her mind could completely walk that particular precipice, she turned her smile back on. “But I guess it’s actually pretty similar to here, pretty simple.”
As Laurie began to talk of the places he had lived in, Matt leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and allowing her hair to fall in front of her shoulders. She was so interested in other places outside of the two reservations; she wasn’t exactly well travelled, but one day, maybe. “But what about where you lived – was that a big city or a small place? What was it like?”
She half-wondered if he thought this conversation dull. She didn’t mind talking about Makah and La Push, but most people probably didn’t give second thoughts to their home towns. She couldn’t help continuing the questioning, though she gave him a bashful smile and squirmed a little.
“Sorry if I’m prying, it’s just not somewhere I’m ever likely to go, probably… well, not for the foreseeable future anyway.”
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Apr 5, 2009 23:16:07 GMT -5
Laurence nodded understandingly as she said how she missed the old reservation. He understood the feeling. He still had days where he missed Australia. He didn’t miss New York. Even when he missed his parents, it was never the city he missed. There were too many painful memories there that he was all too happy to be far away from the big apple. Australia held his childhood however. It had his carefree days, so there were still things from there that were able to be missed. “At least you’re not too far away from Neah Bay right? You could probably go back and visit your friends” he said, hoping that he didn’t sound as if he was brushing off her feeling of missing it. “The reservation does seem nice, I feel lucky to be able to come down here, even just one or two days a week.”
Laurence smiled as she asked about where he had lived. She actually seemed genuinely interested in finding out more about him, as interested as he was in her. He let himself get carried away with thoughts that this wasn’t just a polite meeting between two people who knew each other from another situation. He let the brief idea trail through his brain of whether or not it was possible that he could see her again after this. Not just by accident, or pure coincidence, but if they attempted to make plans.
He realized he hadn’t answered her question yet and blushed a little. “ No you’re not prying at all…Umm, I lived in Melbourne, which is a pretty big city…definitely bigger than Forks, but we were kind of on the outskirts of the city, not right downtown, so it was only maybe a 20 minute drive before we were in the country, and the city was actually pretty close to some beaches too, kind of like you have here”
Laurie hadn’t realized until he started describing his hometown just how much he had missed it. Since his father’s transfer with work, Laurence had only been able to make it back to visit relatives once, having been busy with medical school (and planning a wedding that would never happen). As much as he was missing it now, he also started wondering what it would be like to show Matt Australia. Take her to the places he group up in. As soon as those thoughts started coming to him, he wondered how crazy he was. This was his ex-patient, she was younger than him, they barely knew each other and he was already fantasizing about taking her out of the country? What was wrong with him? Laurence was glad that Matt couldn’t tell what he was thinking, or he was sure she’d have run from the table straight to the cops to get a restraining order.
“If you ever get the chance to go, you should…I think you’d like it” Laurie told her. He looked down at his coffee cup swirling it a bit. He didn’t want to drink it too quickly, feeling as though as long as they still had drinks or something in front of them, he’d have a reason to stay and talk to her. “Do you think you’ll live on the reservation your whole life?” He asked, wondering if she was already getting ready to leave. Maybe she was going off to college soon and his chances of seeing her again would be eliminated. The thought worried him.
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Post by Matilda Stone on Apr 7, 2009 20:08:14 GMT -5
Matt tilted her head a little as she considered the doctor in a new light; less doctor, more man of his own right. She liked that, she liked to think that maybe by the time he had finished his coffee they could know something of each other. Her stomach performed an odd little flip and she shuffled in her seat a little to stop that stupid lopsided grin of hers from betraying a hint of her thoughts. She knew it was just a fantasy to think that he would ever see her again, unless she staked out the diner every day, and that would be slightly freaky stalkerish. She didn’t think that would become her very well. Happily, he posed a question to her just then, which aided her escape from the self-inflicted giddiness.
“Yeah, we head back sometimes, but not too often – I’m pretty much reliant on the parents, I don’t have a car. Plus, all my old friends are all off to college now, or getting ready for it,” she paused, a natural thoughtful smile lingering on her features, showing how truly at ease she was with him, despite their relatively short acquaintance. After a short moment, her smile peaked again and she laughed a little. “And pretty much when you’re there, you might as well be here, and vice versa. Still though… it’s nice… to go back…”
She picked up her drink and took a sip from it, though by now it was pretty stale, having just caught herself from offering to show Laurence around her home Reservation. She would kick herself if she could do so without drawing unfavourable attention to herself. It usually took her a while to become comfortable enough to offer her own experiences to others, but there was something about the Australian that put her utterly at ease; maybe it was the fact that he helped her so much the other week.
As he began to answer her questions about Australia, his homeland, which lay at a distance that Matt felt was almost inconceivable, her interest was completely taken up by his words. She wished she could travel there one day, just to see it, maybe not to live – she liked her Reservations far too much for that – but dipping her toe in the enormously barren country would be an adventure that she would like. Now, though, she was a little more confused as to why he would want to change from these big cities of his youth to a one horse town like Forks – she doubted it even had one left, actually. She couldn’t say she was unhappy that she had reached the decision, mind, just curious.
“Maybe one day… then I’d be the furthest travelled Stone in the family!” she smiled, amusing herself, but also hoping that she wasn’t acting too childish for him. She tilted her head once more, allowing her dark hair to fall over her shoulder. “Hmm, maybe not forever… but I probably won’t move far away. I like the idea of travelling to all these far flung places, but still… home’s home, right? Certainly nothing planned anyway. How about you – is this just a stop off to bigger, better things? It tends to be for quite a lot of people.”
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Apr 24, 2009 12:39:47 GMT -5
Laurie had to bite his tongue to keep himself from offering her a ride back to her old reservation himself. He couldn’t seem like that big of a creep when they just met. If she did end up agreeing to see him again (a thought that was sticking with him) then maybe it wouldn’t seem as awkward for him to offer to take her places. When she mentioned a lot of her friends making college plans it seemed a good time to see if she was leaving soon. “Are you getting ready to leave for college too? “ He asked, trying not to sound like he thought that she should be going to college in case she had decided to stay and work instead.
He laughed lightly at her comment about being the furthest traveled Stone. “I’m sure you’d enjoy it if you did.” He said, refraining from making any further comments about giving her good places to go or even showing her around sometime.
He smiled as she said how she probably wouldn’t move far away. “Travel can be nice, but you’re right, its always nice to have a place to come home to” He thought a moment before answering her next question about whether he was going to move on to bigger and better things.
“I haven’t been here long enough to know for sure…but I’m liking Forks.” Laurie told her, knowing that she was becoming part of what he liked about it. “I think it might be a good place to settle down and make home”
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Post by Matilda Stone on May 17, 2009 16:36:25 GMT -5
Laurie’s next question made Matt think for a second. Not that she did have any plans, but she suddenly wondered how much her plans might have changed compared to a year ago. She had never really consciously thought of going to college, but it had become something that was just expected these days. It had become sort of a new rite of passage rather than optional further education. Either way, she knew she probably wouldn’t have gone any further than Seattle. Now, though, that option was pretty much out – the period when she should have been sorting out applications and putting in the extra effort to get the best grades possible in high school had been filled with other concerns for her. She couldn’t say that she was altogether perturbed by this, though. She was a bright young woman, and, better than that, she was privy to one of the biggest secrets in existence; she knew she would manage.
“No, no college planned,” she told him, shaking her head. That perpetual smile remained on her face, suggesting that she had no regrets at staying home while all her friends were putting their first fledgling legs out into the wide world. “I know that’s a bit weird these days, but I figure there are enough worthwhile jobs to be doing without getting further up the educational ladder. And, well, time sort of got away with me this year…”
A slow, faint blush stole over her cheekbones as she all but admitted the turbulent effect that the year had taken on her. Luckily, her tan features probably made it difficult for the doctor to see the alteration in her complexion noticeably, or at least she hoped so. If she had any hope of luring the attractive doctor into wanting to socialise with her again, she had better stay clear of the past. It was over, best not to go there again.
“Mmm,” she hummed in agreement to Laurie’s statement about travel, her smile growing more lopsided in her enthusiasm for the subject at hand. “And family too,” she supplemented, thinking back to the one person she would miss more than anyone else should one of them leave the immediate area, or at least be beyond easily travelled distances. “My brother and I are quite close, how about you, do you have any siblings?”
Matt’s smile brightened considerably in what may have been an oddly enthusiastic response to his assessment of Forks as a place to settle down. Immediately her brain began to fancifully create a future for them, though she didn’t quite dare to imagine beyond being friends – good friends. She chuckled a little, quipping to bring in more of a sense of joviality, “Maybe we should wait until you’ve had a chance to get bored of the place before you get a mortgage.”
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Sept 10, 2009 22:30:05 GMT -5
Laurie nodded as she mentioned not planning to go to college. He was sure that if she had, she'd have gotten good grades and into any university she wanted, but at the same time he didn't think any less of her for not wanting to go to college. He had gone through an immense amount of schooling and it had taken its toll on him mentally and emotionally. He wasn't sure he'd ever want to go through all that again. "There are plenty of jobs to get without a college degree, besides, by the time others your age are graduating, you'll have years of on the job experience and probably be promoted a few times to be their superior"
Laurie didn't comment on the effect of the year on her. He knew what had happened, having been the one to treat the physical effects of it, but he didnt want to dwell on it now and bring her further down.
"Yes, family is important too" Laurie agreed smiling as she mentioned being close to her brother. He then nodded as she asked him about siblings. "Yes, I have a younger sister, but she's still in Australia, I'm afraid we don't talk as much as I'd like"
He laughed as she suggested he wait until he got bored of the place before getting a mortgage. "I dont think I'm likely to get bored here. Not when there's so many nice people" He said with a smile to her, hoping she got his attempt at a compliment.
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Post by Matilda Stone on Sept 13, 2009 15:47:19 GMT -5
“Yep, just need to find one,” Matt announced enthusiastically after Laurie had reacted to her saying that she wasn’t going to college. She had been a little worried that he would think her some dumb, small town girl, but he didn’t seem to think that at all. Or at least if he did then he hid it well. She laughed a little as he suggested that she would be some of her classmates’ superiors when they graduated from college.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she told him, honestly. She smiled across at him as she spoke, merely happy that he was still there talking to her when she would have assumed that a man so attractive and important would have many other people in his social circle vying to spend their time with him. She certainly would. “But I don’t mind really, so long as it’s a good job.”
She smiled as he mentioned that he had a sister in Australia, which then caused a shadow of sympathy to pass over her face. She wasn’t sure she’d like it even if a family member other than Leo moved that far away, even if she wasn’t as close to them. Family in general was important to Matt and she enjoyed knowing that they were there if she should ever need them.
“That must be hard,” she commented, her tone a little shier than the slightly babbling conversation she had been having so far. She didn’t want to pry in case something had gone on there, knowing that family politics could get complicated (though she doubted that Laurie’s sister was a werewolf!).
Delighted that her comment had made the doctor laugh, a slightly giddy feeling stole into her head and she found herself laughing along with him, though happily it was her normal laugh rather than some high pitched giggle. Already she hoped that she would get to evoke that sound again and her fanciful imagination took her swiftly into a few scenarios that could happen if, somehow, they did end up being friends and… maybe more. As she caught Laurie’s last comment, Matt bowed her head a little shyly, smiling, hoping that her reaction wasn’t unfounded. She silently chastised herself that he probably meant other people, not her, he barely knew her and one of the times they had met she had hardly been the ‘nicest’ company.
“Well, that’s good to know,” she told him, her tone genuine. “We could always do with someone like you around here, or, and, well… so could Forks, I’m sure.” She blushed a little, not so good at the masked compliments.
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