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Post by Clark Dupont on Oct 18, 2008 20:32:05 GMT -6
Clark stared down at the cell phone in his hand. It had been days since his walk in the park with Miss Diana White, and yet, he still couldn’t get her off of his mind. Every time his mind wandered his thoughts seemed to be consumed with the intoxicating sheen of her bouncing blonde hair. Every time he flicked off his headphones all he could here was the shill of her laughter. He had developed a crush, a horrible, embarrassing, crush, and he didn’t quite know how he felt about it. He did know one thing though, he wanted to see her, talk to her, or in the very least, call her. He flipped out his env2 and clicked on the familiar name in his contact list. He listened to it ring, and was surprisingly nervous to hear her pick up.
“Hey,” he said nonchalantly, “It’s Clark, Clark Dupont, I was just thinking about how you never got around to giving me that tour you promised.” He hoped he could manage to play it cool.
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Post by Diana White on Oct 18, 2008 21:08:59 GMT -6
Diana rolled her eyes as she threw her fluffy purple pen down. Not even her lucky pen could get her past this writer's block. Life just wasn't fair sometimes, she decided as she lay down in her 'cave'. Her bed in the dorm was covered in a mountain of freshly laundered clothes, and the bottom bunk was most obscured by a striped curtain. In a shared dorm, though she did enjoy Bianca's company, privacy was an issue. Bianca wasn't in this evening, and it was just Diana. She turned on her music as loud as she was allowed (maybe a few decibels up) and A Change of Pace's Weekend Warrior filled the room. Diana grinned, mouthing along;
Weekends... are for the warriors... All of those late nights-
Suddenly, her phone lit up, buzzing on her study table. It was her mom, calling to check up on her. She did this every few nights, texting cute messages or just asking how she was. She didn't call much; her parents were more 'modern' than most, having mastered texting almost as fast as Diana had. (They still hadn't gotten the computer, however.) Her mum had said that she was working on a new book, and she wanted to use Diana's name as one of the characters. Dee just laughed; she always made random cameos in her mother's books. She even got asked if she was bothered by this, by the press and sometimes at book signings her mum dragged her to for support. It came with having a mother on the bestselling author's list. But Dee didn't mind, as she texted her mother back, her fingers touching the screen expertly before setting the phone back down, only to have it start buzzing like crazy the moment she did.
Diana's phone was the most personal thing to her. She always had it either right next to her, or in her hand. It was loaded with thousands of songs, not to mention GPS so that she never got lost while driving in a new area. She was constantly texting or calling someone. But the most personal part was that she had one song for every single person in her contact books. And Diana had a LOT of contacts, between London, Liverpool, San Francisco, and Los Angeles, and anywhere in between. And to each person she assigned a song that she knew would remind her of them. Unconditional, by The Bravery was for her mother, who loved the song's intro, and Sweet Child 'o Mine belonged to her father because of an inside joke. And just to spite him, Diana set Check Yes Juliet by We The Kings as a certain Mister Clark.
Clark Dupont, one of the most interesting boys that she had ever met. He was different, but he seemed to be on a level that she could relate to. And whether she would admit it or not, Diana liked him. She liked him in the way that she tried not to like boys, because things always managed to go horribly. But she couldn't help it. He was witty, charming, and he made her laugh, which was the most important part, and he did it all without being a jerk. She couldn't help the butterflies as she heard one of her favorite songs play over the other music she had going. Pressing the talk button, she turned down her iPod and sat down on her bed. "Hello?" Ugh. Could you be more unoriginal? “Hey. It’s Clark, Clark Dupont, I was just thinking about how you never got around to giving me that tour you promised.”
Diana smiled softly to herself, turning her music down a little bit more. "Hey Clark." She started, wondering if he could hear her smile-y tone. "Oh! Your tour? Yeah, I guess I didn't. Hmm... Well then I guess I shoul' get on tha', shoul'n' I?" She asked, her accent a bright contrast to his own. "What do you propose we do then?" She asked, playing with the hem of her shirt, not willing to admit how nervous she was.
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Post by Clark Dupont on Oct 18, 2008 22:06:20 GMT -6
OOC: way to go all epic on me Dee. I thought these were supposed to be short  Hey Clark.He couldn’t help but smile at the way his name sounded in her accented voice. Diana’s voice was one of the things that he found so enthralling about her. Everything about her was just so different from anything else he had ever known, and he had always found a certain comfort in the out of the ordinary. It was a quality that used to drive his sister Lydia crazy, back when they were still talking. Lydia was constantly striving to keep up a routine order, while he consistently sought freedom from any sort of imposed constraint. Freedom was another thing he liked so much about Diana. She radiated an air of un-caged splendor that he could only one day hope to achieve himself. Oh! Your tour? Yeah, I guess I didn't. Hmm... Well then I guess I shoul' get on tha', shoul'n' I?Diana was emitting that elated tone that one only ever gave off when they were truly happy. Clark felt his stomach jump as he took in her words. She was nervous, and rather flustered, but he found it rather refreshing. He was rather tired of all of the over-confident, over-indulged girls that always approached him with their vain attitudes. It was nice to talk to someone that didn’t have the personality of a horrible Fergie song. No, Diana’s personality was much more like… like… Fleet Foxes, one of his favorite bands. She was refreshing, laid-back, classic yet edgy, and a little bit strange, but in a soothing way. He made a mental note to burn her a CD once they reached a point in their friendship where burning CDs was normal rather than a bit pushy. What do you propose we do then?“Well,” he said laughingly as his lopsided smile spread across his dimpled face, “I propose that you let me take you out some place, since, you know, you owe me a tour and all.”
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Post by Diana White on Oct 18, 2008 22:38:50 GMT -6
OOC: I'm SORRY. I got a little carried away.... >.< This one's shorter for you.
“Well, I propose that you let me take you out some place, since, you know, you owe me a tour and all.” Diana felt herself laugh slightly as he did, but it sounded more like a giggle/chuckle cross than anything. ... let me take you out... Her stomach did a few flips. Clark Dupont had just asked her out. Why was she feeling like this? Like she was some tweenie with her first crush who had just passed her a note asking her to sit by him at lunch. Because that had totally never happened to her before. Clark was adorable, he was, but would he freak out when he found out how inexperienced she was? She had a feeling that he had done way more than she had in that department, which wasn't saying anything. He wouldn't be weirded out, would he? Dee always imagined him a bit more down-to-earth than that, but you never knew.
"Y'know what? Tha' sounds perfect actually." She told him thoughtfully. "Where were you thinking?" Siana asked him, adjusting her position so that she was laying down with her legs crossed and her arm around a pillow.
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Post by Clark Dupont on Oct 18, 2008 23:41:33 GMT -6
OOC: I kinda just smacked you with a massive epic thread, so I guess I can't really complain...  Y'know what? Tha' sounds perfect actually.Clark did a small victory dance in what he hoped was a private path. If he had a downfall, it was a slight tendency to get self-conscious around people he was starting to like—both platonically and romantically. Ever since Lydia had completely undermined his good relationships he had always been wary when it came to allowing himself to get especially close to anyone. He usually tried to push everyone and everything away with the façade of his nonchalant attitude. On some subconscious level he seemed to think that it was easier to lose people and things when he acted like he didn’t care about them. But the genuine note of happiness in Diana’s voice was promising, and he couldn’t help but see it as a sign of reassurance that she actually wanted to spend time with him. And if he could choose one person other than Rowan back home who wouldn’t disown him for shallow purposes, it was Miss Diana White. Where were you thinking?“Well Miss White,” he said with an air of mock formality, “I have no idea what or where anything is. I seem to have been assigned an irresponsibly negligent tour guide.” His smile broadened as he teased her.
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Post by Diana White on Oct 19, 2008 0:13:21 GMT -6
“Well Miss White, I have no idea what or where anything is. I seem to have been assigned an irresponsibly negligent tour guide.” Diana let out another chuckle. She knew her way around Long Beach pretty well by now, and a few places in LA that lived as a child, but she let her phone show her where all of the shortcuts were. "Ah, yes, I forgot." She mused. Diana also remembered that Clark didn't own a car, and only had a permit. Turns out he'd been to lazy to take the actual test, which he had already received merciless teasing for, so Diana would have to be driving. Not that she minded, in fact Diana absolutely loved driving. Just as she wondered where they could go, her phone lit up against her face. "Oh - hold a moment." She said, before pulling the screen away from her ear and in front of her face. her mom had texted her back, giving her the perfect idea without even realizing it.
"Awright, 'm back. How about the museum of art? And after that I know a good Chinese place we can go." She offered, smiling a secret smile to herself. "Oh! And I'm driving." Dee added, this time it was more of a royal decree.
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