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Post by Laurence Chambers on Mar 29, 2009 16:46:33 GMT -5
(OOC: Even though this is starting out in LaPush, my goal is to get them to Port Angeles, so that’s why I put it here. And if interested: Laurie’s outfit: ten.com.au/images/ho-jesse-spencer-robert-chase-288x375.jpg)(Mid BD- after Lazy days of Youth) As Laurence pulled up in his Ford Focus to the Stone residence he felt nervous. He wondered if he had picked the wrong outfit for tonight. He didn’t want to wear a suit like he wore every day to work and she had seen him in at the clinic, wanting to make this more personal. He also didn’t want to wear jeans and a t-shirt, having planned to take her to a nice restaurant. He ended up going with dark grey cords, a dark blue shirt with a tan sweater vest over it. But now he was wondering if that look made him seem too dorky, or too old. She was younger than he was, something he was aware of, and feared his lack of knowledge for current fashion trends for people her age would only point out this difference further to her. He didn’t want to make her feel like she was on a date with her father, but he also didn’t want to look like a slob and not show that he had made the effort.
He had wanted to bring flowers, or candy, but thought that seemed even more old fashioned than his clothes may have been. He had ended up going to the hospital gift shop after work after having had a discussion with Amber to get some advice, and thought that a small stuffed animal might be the way to go. Something cute and not the normal gift. He had found a small stuffed dog, having thought he remembered her saying she owned one. He hoped it didn’t seem too cheesey, or like he was trying to move too fast already into the gift stage. He debated throwing it in the back seat of his car and forgetting about the gift but after taking a deep breath knew he had come this far so he might as well give it to her.
As he got out of the car and walked over to the front door of the Stone residence he wondered if he’d have to meet her parents. Did she have the kind of father who would want to grill any man taking out his teenaged daughter. Teenager, that made him feel old, and if he felt old, he could only imagine what her parents must think. She had just graduated high school and here he was a doctor, trying to take her out on a date. Had he been foolish in his intentions? Feeling nervous about everything that waited for him behind the door, he slowly brought his hand up to knock lightly against it. His other hand holding the small stuffed dog by his side, hoping that he didn’t look like a pedophile trying to lure a small child. Maybe the stuffed dog was a bad choice. (Tag: Matt)
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Post by Matilda Stone on Mar 30, 2009 12:25:20 GMT -5
Matt scowled at her reflection in the mirror, knowing that she was running impossibly late. To say that she wasn’t used to dolling herself up was an understatement; she was little better at it than she used to be, what with Rory, but still… She had finally decided on an outfit, at least, but now was the hard part – hair and make up. She didn’t usually get more complicated than a ponytail and some mascara when she was making an effort, but right now she looked, in her opinion, like a drag queen. She groaned and picked up another make up wipe, her face feeling the burn this time. Maybe it was the outfit that was bad…
Glancing up at the clock, she gasped. Ten minutes, she had ten minutes to do what she had been attempting for the last half hour. At least that made the decision about the outfit for her – it was fine. She looked down at the assorted powders and potions on her dressing table with an evaluating eye, her hand poised over some miracle something or other foundation. “Screw it,” she mumbled to herself. She didn’t even know how to use this stuff, and her complexion was well enough, or so she hoped.
Nine minutes later a knock on the door alerted Matt to Laurie’s presence, and some answering woos from Wolf reminded her that the large, not to mention moulting, dog was still roaming the house. She had half an urge to ask her mother to shut him in the living room with her, but the other half of her urge was to make her escape with Laurie before too many questions were asked. Thus, she exited her room and made a jog for the door, only getting caught by the monster two steps from her goal.
“Wolf!” she exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him. “You are the hairiest dog in the world.” The answering ‘woo’ from her dog made her mouth twist up into a smile. “Well, you are, now go get your dinner. Go on!”
As it seemed he was to get no more attention from his mistress and she wasn’t playing the running game anymore, Wolf nosed his way into the living room to pester the rest of the family. She glanced up at the door and stifled a yelp, wondering how long she had kept him waiting. She threw the door open, presenting herself in a long, floaty brown skirt and a white v-neck shirt with three-quarter length sleeves. The shirt was quite long on the torso and had a circular pattern that showed her tanned skin beneath, although a vest top underneath protected her modesty. Of course, she was on flat shoes; always flat shoes, 5’11” was tall enough, and her face was almost entirely natural, just a tiny bit of mascara and lip gloss.
“I’m sorry!” she greeted him, brushing dog hair off her skirt. “I was presentable two minutes ago, I swear.”
She straightened up as she caught a proper look at him and her stomach contracted into a ball of excited nerves. He came! And he looked… indescribably good. Distractions forgotten, she now shot him a shier smile than that she had chanced at the diner. She still couldn’t believe he had asked her out, never mind shown up… so astounded was she by his mere presence that she completely missed the stuffed dog tucked into his side. She bit her lip, having realised that she hadn’t quite pulled off the best first date greeting in the world, either. She hoped that he would understand; he probably had enough confidence to date the hottest A-list celebrity, but she mere mortal had enough nerves to defy similes.
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Mar 31, 2009 11:36:48 GMT -5
As Laurie stood outside the front door he could hear shuffling of feet inside along with the distinctive woo wooing sound that he assumed must be coming from the family dog. He had a brief moment of concern that the door would be opened and the dog would attack him, hating him for some unknown reason, and making Matilda believe that she couldn’t go out with anyone her dog didn’t approve of. It was a paranoid thought, he was sure of it, but he couldn’t help but let every worry he had make him extremely nervous for this date.
This was the first time he’d dated since his broken engagement. It hadn’t been that long ago, and he was starting to wonder if it wasn’t too soon, for both of them, as she had previously been with the guy who hurt her. It still hurt to think of New York, but he was excited for this date, and hoped that it at least wouldn’t be a complete disaster.
When she opened the door he saw just how beautiful she looked. The clothes she had picked out flattered both her figure and complexion. He would be lucky to be escorting such a beautiful lady tonight. He smiled as she apologized for her appearance. “You’re still presentable, you look great” he told her sincerely. He couldn’t help but just look at her for a moment, taking in her beauty and how just being near her made him feel happier than he had in awhile.
He wasn’t sure how long he had been standing in silence, or how much like an idiot his staring must have seemed, but he then remembered the item in his hand. “Oh, umm, this is for you…” He said, holding out the small stuffed dog.
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Post by Matilda Stone on Apr 1, 2009 19:28:46 GMT -5
(OOC: What’s the situation with Leo just now? Are we assuming Matt’s told him and he’s already unhappy, or she’s told him but he doesn’t know the age difference… or what? Lol Also, sorry for this, it sucks much )
A smile, not a look of disgust or a fit of sneezes, she hoped that was good. She would hate to think that she had ruined her chances of having a good date – the butterflies fluttered into action at the thought of the word – before it had even started. An answering smile of her own calibre showed on her face, showing him just how delighted she was that he showed up. She brushed down her skirt in a paranoid fashion once more, thanking her lucky stars that the fabric didn’t cling on to the dog hair too much.
“Thank you, I didn’t really know what to go for, but yeah…” she uttered, bashfully, unable to stop smiling. She just hoped that she didn’t look like a grinning idiot, but she honestly couldn’t hold it back. It was true that she had just come out of a bad relationship a few weeks ago and maybe it would technically be a good idea to lie low for a while and see how things felt in a while. However, it seemed that Matt’s sensible nature took a holiday when it came to affairs of the heart. She knew that if she let this opportunity slip through her fingers she wouldn’t get another, and every time she thought of the blond doctor it seemed like her entire being was drawn to him. Maybe she wouldn’t tell him that, she didn’t want to sound creepily infatuated.
“Oh!” Matt took the little stuffed toy, her eyes shining. She flashed up another bright smile and absently ran her hand over the soft fur of the gift. She hadn’t been expecting anything from him – pretty much all she had gotten from Rory had been that bottle of water and seen as he didn’t actually have to pay for that… She resisted the line of thought her mind was going in, hating that even still the loser could infiltrate her happiest thoughts. It didn’t help that she kept seeing him everywhere. She laughed a little. “He’s lovely! I – really – thank you, so much!”
She cast him another smile, wondering if her praise of the gift had gone a little far. Maybe this was how things were meant to go and she’d just broken some rule of dating etiquette, but she was amazed by the thoughtfulness of it. If it had just been a generic bunch of flowers she still would have been thrilled, but something about the dog seemed more personal, more him. She turned and placed the little guy on a shelf, giving it a pet on the head before turning back to Laurie.
“I’ll let him keep house while I’m out – Wolf’s a big softy,” her natural smile fell a little as she suddenly realised how long she had kept him stood on the doorstep. “I should have let you come in if I knew I was going to take so long, but ready now… I mean, when you are.”
She really hoped that she would be able to construct a sentence properly in a few minutes; she didn’t want him to think she was some kind of brainless idiot.
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Apr 2, 2009 22:26:30 GMT -5
“It’s perfect…really” Laurie tried to convince her as she spoke of not knowing exactly what to go for, outfit wise. He knew that whatever she had put on would have looked great on her. She was able to look beautiful to him with her hair matted against her face in blood. But that was a sight he hoped he’d never have to see again. He knew that if she gave him the opportunity, he would treat her so much better, the way she deserved to be treated. He’d never hurt her, or let anyone else hurt her either.
Laurence held his breath as he watched Matt’s reaction to the stuffed dog, wondering if it was going to seem stupid. He felt embarrassed for giving her that as a gift, and hoped that she wouldn’t be offended by it or think he was calling her childish, but the look in her eyes and her smile seemed like she genuinely liked it…either that or she was extremely polite, which he wouldn’t put past her. “It’s just a little something…” He said giving a small smile. “I’m glad you like it”
She watched as he put it on the shelf for safe keepings while they were gone. “I heard him when I knocked, quite a distinctive bark he’s got” He commented on her dog trying to make small talk so they didn’t have any awkward silences. He then smiled as she said she was ready.
“I’m ready as well if you are” He told her, backing off to the side of the doorway to give her room to walk out so he could walk her to the car. “I made us a reservation at a restaurant in Port Angeles…but if you’d prefer not to have the longer drive we can go someplace in Forks” He told her as they walked to his car, where he opened the passenger side door for her.
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Post by Matilda Stone on Apr 6, 2009 13:44:29 GMT -5
Matt’s grin grew as Laurie complimented her further, glad she wasn’t the type of girl to colour to the roots her hair, although there was a slight pinkness beneath her tanned cheeks. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was being overly generous to her, but the fact that she brought that out of him, if that’s what this was, was enough for her; it meant he must see something in her. She resisted a happy sigh, knowing that the date hadn’t even started yet, but in her imaginings she could think of anything that could go wrong, unless she spilt soup down herself – she decided not to order soup. If it was all down to him, well, he had been so sweet to her from the very moment she had met him, she couldn’t conceive of him putting a foot wrong. She may be putting him on a pedestal, but it warmed her chest from the inside out, she didn’t so much mind it.
She continued to smile at him, feeling that happy expansion of something inside her breast as he smiled back at her. She had a vague waver in confidence as she wondered, again, whether she was overreacting to the nice gesture, but it was too late to worry about now, she knew that. Instead she focused on what he was actually saying, taking it at face value rather than second guessing; if she did that then everything was going perfectly! She laughed a little as Laurie mentioned Wolf’s bark – always a conversation starter and grinned at him.
“Yeah, he’s a Malamute, they all make that sound – it didn’t half confuse my littlest sister when we first got him,” her smile crooked at the memory and she allowed herself to laugh a little. “And he’s taken to thinking that sirens are trying to communicate with him, too – so if you come by here and hear howling at some point, don’t worry, it’s just him. He’s the only Wolf around here.”
Yes, a master of deceit and trickery, that was Matilda Stone, she should work for the CIA. She distracted herself from any reaction she might make to show that she was not telling the whole truth by stepping out of the house as he made space to her. She held her hands up and looked up at the handsome blonde man at, against the odds, her side and smiled nicely at him. “Port Angeles will be perfect, I’m sure. It’s good to get further than a few minutes from the Rez, occasionally.”
It was true that she never really left the Reservation without good cause, especially these days. In fact, the last time she had left it regularly was to go to Fire & Ice and now almost everyone knew what a disaster that had turned out to be.
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Apr 7, 2009 16:20:12 GMT -5
As Laurie watched her smiling back at him, he thought she was positively beaming. Looking at her and seeing such a radiant young woman, he couldn’t help but wonder how anyone in her past would have been able to hurt her. Laurie knew he’d never lay a hand on her, it wasn’t the type of man he was, and he didn’t believe anyone who really was a man would act that way either.
“Really?” He said interested as she mentioned that all Malamutes made that sound. He had always assumed that all dogs barked and only wolves and coyotes made a sound that was more like a howl. He started laughing as she mentioned the dog thinking sirens were trying to communicate with him, but not to worry that he was the only wolf around. “I’ll keep that in mind…though I had heard there might be some larger animals in the woods in Forks. At least you’ve got your own Wolf to watch the house”
Laurence couldn’t help but smile as she agreed to going to Port Angeles for dinner. He knew he’d enjoy the extra time alone with her in the car, so that they’d have a chance to talk both before and after dinner. He also took it as a good sign, knowing if she was having second thoughs she wouldn’t have committed herself to traveling long distances with him.
“Great!” He told her, closing the car door once she was inside and walking around the car to the drivers side where he got in himself. “ I’ve heard they had a few nice restaurants there, so hopefully this’ll be a good one, the online reviews were good for it” He mentioned putting on his seatbelt.
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Post by Matilda Stone on Apr 16, 2009 18:53:43 GMT -5
Matt’s eyes sparkled with amusement, her smile appearing to be perpetually plastered to her face, not in a fixed way, but in a genuinely happy manner. She kind of hoped that she would get used to the idea that she, of all people, had been lucky enough to be asked on a date by the handsome doctor, otherwise she could see herself really acting quite strange throughout their time together. Then again, the buzz that she got from the pleasure of knowing that he liked her, at least just a little bit, was enough to run her for months, and she sort of didn’t want to lose it either, which meant that she had to stop herself from being too in awe of him, so that he would see something he liked in her that night to make him want to see her again. Ugh, even her thoughts weren’t coming to her sensibly.
“Yeah,” she nodded her head and stepped out, turning to smile at him once more. “We do, we’re very lucky. Though, like I said, he’s a big softie when it comes down to it.”
She chuckled to herself, getting herself sat properly in his car, the butterflies in her stomach making themselves known once more as she did so. He was such a gentleman! She knew that she had hardly had the most gentlemanly of boyfriends in the past, she had only had Rory, but still, it was nice. She reached over her shoulder for the seatbelt, following the man she hoped to call her boyfriend’s example and clipped it into place at her side.
“I’m sure that it’ll be perfect,” she told him, suddenly smiling over at him again. “You already know I have no allergies, so I can’t spring anything on you there. What kind of place is it?” She knew that the polite thing would probably be to wait and see when they got there, but she was curious and he did seem so able to bring out her babbling side.
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Apr 23, 2009 9:58:57 GMT -5
“That’s probably a good thing too” Laurence responded as she said that her dog was really a big softie. While he was glad that she had a dog to keep watch of her house, he also wouldn’t want it to be anything that would be a danger to her. “Maybe next time I come by I should meet him so he doesn’t get too alarmed by me” He said, averting his gaze, too nervous to see how she’d react to his suggestion that there would be a next time after today. He knew he was making assumptions he shouldn’t be, so soon into their first date.
Laurence smiled again as she seemed so confident that it would be perfect. She definitely didn’t seem very high maintenance, which he appreciated, but knew that even if she was, she would be worth it. He laughed as she said how he already knew she had no allergies. “That’s true, it was useful information” He said. “It’s mostly Italian, but when I called they said they have a few non-italian dishes, in case you don’t like that..” He said, knowing that most people liked Italian food, but he had checked being worried she might not like it.
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Post by Matilda Stone on May 8, 2009 13:06:10 GMT -5
Matt’s breath was stolen from her as she caught the seeming casual mention of ‘next time’ in his speech. Her stomach fluttered pleasantly as she instantly looked forward to the next time when she would be able to invite him into the house, but first she had all of tonight’s date to look forward to. Another ripple of excitement shot through her gut with this realisation and the smile on her face showed no sign of fading. She noticed, as she looked back up at him that his gaze had shifted somewhat and she wondered why, whether he was regretting his words, or whether he was shy of their sentiment. If it was nervousness, then she thought it was cute, but if it was regret… well, hopefully the date tonight would change his mind.
“Next time,” she reiterated, her expression bashful, but hopeful at the same time. On the one hand she wanted to let him know just how much she liked him, how much she was looking forward to spending time with him, but on the other she didn’t want to come off sounding too desperate either.
She laughed a little along with him and her silly comment about allergies, preferring that response than the quizzical look that some of her oddly comedic comments could evoke. It wasn’t her fault if she wasn’t the best comedienne in the world. “Mmm…” she uttered, as she was told that it was going to be Italian that night. “Sounds good to me – I have a small obsession with pesto and with gnocchi… I’m probably going to be spoilt for choice. So is Italian your favourite, or you do you like… I dunno, Australian cuisine? Is there an Australian cuisine?”
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Post by Laurence Chambers on May 22, 2009 22:08:06 GMT -5
Laurie kept his eyes fixed on the road after having blurted out the idea of the next time he saw her. He wanted desperately to look over to gauge her reaction. He wanted to know whether she was looking away uncomfortably, or giving a small smile at the idea that he wanted to see her again. Maybe it was just too soon to know anything. How could he expect her to know how to react to such a statement when it was only minute into their first date. The only thing he was hoping now was that she wasn’t regretting being here now.
Before he knew it he heard her repeat the words next time. He glanced over at her, hoping to get some indication of if it was a good or bad thing. She didn’t seem to be put off by what he had said. He gave her a small smile and nodded, deciding to go for it as he had already put it out there. “I’m hoping there will be a next time…I know its probably not proper first date etiquette to mention it before the end of the night” he told her, knowing it had been awhile since he’d been on a first date and knew how to start off things like this. The last date he had been on at all…his mind wandered back…had been taste testing for wedding cakes. The thought sent a pain through the pit of his stomach.
Laurie smiled glad the tension had broken a little as they laughed about the allergy comment. It was an unusual meeting but at least was proving to help break the ice now. He felt relieved as she seemed pleased with his choice of restaurants. He only hoped she wasn’t just saying that to be polite. “I eat most types of food, but Italian seemed to be something that most people like” He said then smiling as she asked about Australian cuisine. He appreciated that she was taking an interest in his culture, even if it was just in making small talk. “There’s a bit, a lot of its close to British food. Vegemite and meat pies are some of the more common traditionally Australian foods…but we have most of the things you have here too, take out Chinese, burgers and fries”
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Post by Matilda Stone on May 26, 2009 14:12:41 GMT -5
Matt couldn’t stop her small smile from growing as she listened to what Laurie had to say about this elusive ‘next time’. She, for one, would be very happy to know right now, at the beginning of the date before anything could go wrong, that a ‘next time’ was guaranteed. It would certainly take a lot of pressure off being perfect for this date, or second guessing what he wanted from her and maybe then she would stand a chance of not babbling her way through their time together.
“Who cares about etiquette?” she replied, gently and then immediately wanted to take back the words in case she had unintentionally offended him. What if he was a follower of etiquette rules and this break from them was distasteful for him; what if she had made herself distasteful to him by saying that; what if it was a test? Okay, so that was ridiculous, though she wasn’t exactly a stranger to the ‘girlfriend’ test and she did have the tendency to fail them, but she didn’t mind failing them with Rory. She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth and chewed it nervously, adding, “Because I hope so too…”
Now with a much more natural grin on her face and a more even keel to her emotions, Matt finally sat back into the car seat and relaxed a bit more. She found his accent, as he spoke, to be the most relaxing thing she had heard at length for a long time and she hoped to hear him speak a lot more over dinner. It was a simple wish, really, she thought, but Matt enjoyed the simple things in life. She turned her head so that she could see him properly as he spoke, honestly interested in what he was talking about. She laughed a little as he mentioned some of the US’ most widespread and famous exports.
“I don’t think you can go anywhere without coming across a burger bar,” she said, smiling as she tucked a few strands of long brown hair behind her ear. “So are they your cupboards, then – vegemite and meat pies? What is that, anyway? Vegemite, I mean… I know what a meat pie… is…” She trailed off awkwardly. So much for being put at ease enough not to babble then.
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Jun 12, 2009 23:26:23 GMT -5
Laurie had been nervous the entire time that he explained his comment about next time. He knew as he thought about it that it probably didn’t need elaborating, and that if she wasn’t so sure about how she’d feel about a second date with him, him going on now about how he wanted to see her again was probably pushing her in the other direction. He almost wished that he had gone on a few rebound dates after the breakup, just to get used to how to handle himself on a date so he didn’t mess it up when someone he really wanted to make a good impression on came along. He smiled looking over at her briefly as she gently asked who cared about etiquette. Glad that she didn’t seem flustered by his admission of his feelings. “I don’t..and I’m glad you don’t either” He told her, smiling even more as she said how she hoped there would be a next time too. He quickly looked back towads the road, still feeling that bit of embarrassment, but feeling much happier now. There was an excitement that was filling him, knowing that she wanted to see him again too. That she had given thought to this being more than just a one date thing.
Laurie kept his eyes on the road. He had to force himself every so often to keep from sneaking glances at Matt too much. He did want to show her he was a safe driver, and someone who would protect her in every way, even just in transporting her to their dates. But even with this, when he had the chance he’d look over, even just to catch a glimpse of the grin on her face or the sparkle in her eyes. They seemed so much more full of life now than they had when he met her in the clinic. He was glad that she seemed to be in a better place now.
He laughed as she asked if his cupboards were filled with vegemite and meat pies. “No, not quite.” He then thought a minute of how to explain what vegemite was to someone who had never seen or heard of it. “It’s a spread that you put on toast, or sandwiches…it has kind of a salty taste to it”
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Post by Matilda Stone on Jun 17, 2009 21:52:25 GMT -5
As Laurie turned to smile at her when she disregarded dating etiquette – a move that she had been sure was a silly one to make – a surge of pleasant butterflies surged up in her stomach and her heart rate increased in response. She had never met anyone whose smile could turn on such delighted feelings of joy and excitement the way that Laurie’s had consistently been doing since they had met. Even at the clinic she had remembered feeling strange butterfly feelings when he had looked at her in certain ways, though she had attributed it to the negative back then when this man was nothing but good news. Her own smile expanded as she kept the flashes of grins when he glanced at her in her mind’s eye and when she remembered that she had an entire uninterrupted evening of alone time with this man she all but had to press her fingers to her mouth to stop herself from giggling in glee.
Matt kept stealing glances at the handsome blonde man escorting her on this date, having no task such as driving to keep her from doing so. However, when he turned his head in her direction she found herself either quickly looking away or smiling sheepishly at him. She honestly couldn’t tear her eyes away from his features, but she didn’t want to come across like a lovesick teenager (though, in reality, that was exactly what she was). She knew that the age gap between them was a bit large, considering their youth, and whilst it wasn’t something that bothered her personally, she also didn’t want to draw attention to it and put him off seeing her again for a silly inconsequential thing like that.
“Oh,” she chuckled along with his own laugh as she was told that he, in fact, had a more varied taste in food than meat pies and vegemite and she realised that her question had been pretty dumb. Happily, though, he didn’t seem offended by her unintentional stereotyping and she hoped that he understood that she was babbling out of excitable nerves rather than being judgemental. As the doctor went on to explain exactly what vegemite was, Matt’s nose wrinkled a little at it – she was never any good at hiding her true feelings about things when she wasn’t actively making an effort to do so – and her dark eyes flashed in amusement. “Salty spread on bread? That sounds… gross. I might try it one day, but I think I’ll probably stick to strawberry jelly, if that’s okay.”
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Aug 8, 2009 0:03:50 GMT -5
Anytime that Laurie looked over in Matt's direction he could see a smile on her face, something that thrilled him to no end. He wanted her to be happy, and to have an enjoyable night. He was enjoying her company and he only hoped he could try to do the same for her. Seeing her smile reassured him that he still had a chance.
A couple times when Laurie would glance over he'd see Matt looking over as well and see her either smile back or look away. It was so cute to him to see her like that. He wondered if she knew just how beautiful she was and how her smile lit up the room, or in this instance the car they were in.
Laurie laughed with Matt after he explained that he did like eating more than just vegemite and meat pies. He just hoped by laughing he hadnt given her the impression that he thought her question was dumb. He chuckled again as he saw her wrinkle up her nose as he tried to describe it to her. "Its actually better than it sounds, but its not my favorite or anything, I stock strawberry jelly in my fridge for toast as well." He said then blushing realizing that could have sounded as if he expected she'd be staying at his place and be there for breakfast. He hadn't meant to imply that and certainly didnt want her to think that was all he was interested in, quickly trying to cover his mistake, though probably making it worse. "I mean if you're ever over...its there"
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