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Post by matchstick on Jun 29, 2009 14:19:19 GMT -5
"What's your favorite color?"
He obviously knew what his faveorite color was, but he decided not to tell her it, he wanted to play a game. "What do you think it is?" Matchstick smiled, he loved guesing games like these.
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Post by waltz on Jun 30, 2009 13:20:39 GMT -5
Waltz liked guessing games. She prided herself in the fact that she was relatively good at them. She tapped her chin thoughtfully. Well, he sure likes fire. After all, Matchstick was his name. And fire was usually associated with hot colors, she reasoned.
"Is it red?"
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Post by matchstick on Jun 30, 2009 14:19:21 GMT -5
"Is it red?"
Matchstick frowned. Darn! She's good at guessing games! Now the games already over... He pouted, "Yes...." He didn't want to act to sad, because then Waltz would be sad, and he didn't want Waltz to be sad. He felt something for Waltz he liked her a lot. He remembered his first years in school when girls and boys said they "like liked" people. He didn't really know what that meant at the time and Matchstick always thought it was likw being best friends. Now he understood that "like liking" someone was another word for loving them. Matchstick had nevknown what love felt like before, and he didn't think he loved Waltz now. But he did sort of "like like" her. So he said, without thinking, "I like like you, Waltz."
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Post by waltz on Jul 1, 2009 15:38:57 GMT -5
"W-what?" Waltz managed to choke out, still registering what Matchstick just said. He like liked her, which was more than the plain old like. They just met about fifteen minutes ago. She liked him a lot, that she knew. But they were still strangers, and Waltz had never been in a relationship before. Curiosity got the better of her. She wanted to know love, or at least something close to it. She wanted to feel safe and cared for. She wanted to know that someone would catch her if she fell.
Smiling, she nodded. "I like ya too, Match. Like like." It was sudden, almost dangerous. Tired of always playing by the rules, Waltz was ecstatic to be so bold, so brave. Besides, he was handsome, funny, and by what she'd gathered in their brief conversation, totally and completely perfect.
((ahaha this is so funny!))
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Post by matchstick on Jul 1, 2009 18:15:02 GMT -5
"I like ya too, Match. Like like."
Matchsticks mouth dropped open. "Seriously?" Matchstick had had girlfriends for his family's publicity before but had never liked them that much, let alone "like liked" them. He almost jumped out of his seat, but held his cool. If Matchstick had any cool to speak of. Without even thinking, he said, "Ya wanna be my girlfriend, Waltz?!?"
((You're right! I know Matchstick is coming on kinda strong, but that's just Matchstick for ya. lol.))
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Post by waltz on Jul 3, 2009 15:19:01 GMT -5
"Sure," Waltz exclaimed. She too was excited, awed in fact at this sudden turn in their conversation. Impulsive is what it was called. Silly, more like it. But Waltz didn't care. She was just happy that she was noticed. Invisible, no more. Waltz was going to be seen.
"So, uh..." She didn't know what to say. "What do we do now?"
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Post by matchstick on Jul 3, 2009 15:57:48 GMT -5
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