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Post by summer on Mar 21, 2011 16:21:07 GMT -4
  Summer had finished her classes for the day and decided to go into the centre of the city to do some shopping. Summer was partial to a bit of shopping but she didn’t always like going with her friends because, selfishly she wanted to be able to go where she wanted. Today it seemed Times Square was as busy as ever, not that it was ever quiet. She just wondered how so many people could be off school and work, but then again it was lunch time so it kind of made sense. She didn’t really know what she was looking for, Summer was just dragging her friend round because she wanted something to do, it was something to do and putting off homework seemed like a fairly good idea right now and it wasn’t like it was boring, there was loads of things to look at in Times Square and it wasn’t like she would go bored anytime soon because of that reason. She liked looking at the various things and the stores....though she could never afford the more pricey things and she wasn’t really into designer things anyway so that made it okay really, well that was what she thought anyway.
Her friend had been the opposite and liked things designer. This had been her best friend who she had grown up with and almost spent every moment with. The pair were inseparable and did pretty much everything together. Summer couldn’t really imagine her life without her best friend now, they even lived together which she had been nervous about because they had never done it, only been on holiday together but she thought they might end up having a really bad argument which would have made her really sad. Honestly the girl was one of the people in her life apart from her parents and siblings who was constant and had always been there. They had been through a lot together and she had been the girl who she’d been in a car accident with. Summer didn’t have any doubts that the girls would be friends forever, till as long as they were both around. Yes they would have arguments but they were usually stupid things and once they were over it, they were back to being best friends again. Life was good for Summer, she couldn’t deny that at all. Life was always good for her though. At least she had her friends around her.
Hay will you slow down? You get way too excited when it comes to shopping! she laughed as she got dragged around by her friend. Her friend just laughed at Summer which Summer retaliated to by rolling her eyes playfully. Summer loved her best friend, there was no denying that but she ddin’t really fancy being dragged around the city for ages and was getting kind of hungry Why don’t we go get something to eat? she suggested awww her friend pouted. Summer rolled her eyes once again and laughed Come on, we can shop later....we have plenty of time. TRUST ME! she giggled You might, I don’t....I have a class soon she pouted Okay fine, we’ll shop for just a little longer, what are you looking for exactly though? she asked her something? she smiled Okay okay.....right let’s just find what you want alright? Then we shall get something to eat Summer said and her friend nodded in agreement and went back to taking her by the hand and dragging her around again. It seemed kind of pointless in her opinion but whatever made her friend happy she was going to do.
Once they were done they settled on getting a bite to eat, but then her friend realised that she couldn’t because her lecture was soon. I’m soo sorry, I feel so bad, I’ll make it up to you Summ. I promise she said giving her a hug Its okay...I get it....but you better! she smiled at her hugging her bestie back. She watched her walk away and then made her way to a hot dog stand, she bought her hot dog and then made her way back to her apartment, her phone beeped stating she had a message and she picked it up, it was her friend apologising yet again. She decided to text while she walked and ate, which she could usually do...but this time she obviously didn’t because she bumped into someone, spilling her hot dog onto them in the process I am sooo sorry she said rolling her eyes at herself and looking at her hot dog which was now on the floor Jeez I am such a klutz, I can usually handle texting and walking at the same time. guess I just pushed my luck with the eating as well she smiled, hoping that he would laugh it off.
Since they were still near the vender she grabbed some napkins and passed them to him. It was only ketchup so wasn’t like it would stain but she still felt bad, the shirt looked kind of a mess, but she knew that if it went in the washer it would come out easily. I guess I should really watch where I am going huh? she smiled. This time she looked up at him and noticed his face, he was rather good looking and he he looked a little familiar, she was sure that she had seen him around. Have we met before? she asked curiously.
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Post by ivan on Mar 22, 2011 4:23:35 GMT -4
 Everyday was the same. For the past few months, Ivan had only been doing one of two things: going to the university, and holing himself up in his apartment to study. Leaving to get the occasional bite to eat when he needed it didn't count. Ivan Diyatev was not a very sociable person, despite his far-and-in-between attempts to be as such. That was exactly why he was wearing almost the same thing that he'd been wearing to Columbia earlier that day -- of course he'd stopped by his apartment to change out of his more-expensive attire, since you never knew what happened while out on the streets. In general, though, wearing business-like clothes tended to push people away, "intimidate" them, which was precisely why he wore them even if he didn't need to.
It hadn't been the Russian's intention to go out to Times Square. He'd predicted that the day would be as mundane as usual, and had settled down to read his notes and a law book or two after returning from the morning lecture. It was only around lunch time that he began to get hungry, and promptly realized that he had absolutely no food whatsoever. Except for a suspicious bar of chocolate, and he didn't even like American chocolate since it was too sweet. Needless to say, he hadn't eaten it, and had left his apartment on Fifth Avenue several minutes later, with the intention of getting food. (chocolate wasn't filling, in any case.)
The Square was noisy, even in the middle of the day, and his plan of "wear suit-like clothes, be intimidating" didn't seem to be working very well. In Russia, it would have probably worked very well. In Russia, people wouldn't have pushed past him in a hurry to get from point a to point b. In Russia -- shaking his head lightly, the man forcibly removed the pessimistic thoughts from his mind, attempting to transform them into "happy thoughts". Hmm. Happy thoughts. Such thoughts did not exist, he thought forlornly, narrowly avoiding a small child holding an ice cream. This was precisely why he hated going out. Whether being a recluse was a bad habit or not, Ivan was not about to go around admitting it.
Especially with the danger of getting his shirt dirty. So engrossed in his thoughts was he that he didn't notice a girl walking toward him until they had successfully bumped into one another, the hot dog she had been carrying smushing ketchup into his shirt before falling to the ground. In Russia, he was quite certain that no one would have ever bumped into him like this. "дерьмо́," he muttered, gaze immediately falling to his now-stained shirt. The girl was gabbing something, something that he didn't pay attention to since he was too preoccupied with his ketchup-stained shirt. When she shoved napkins in his direction, he took them, just remembering to say "thank you" in English as he awkwardly patted them on his shirt. He didn't think that it was in any danger of being ruined -- he could throw it in the wash and the stain would probably be gone. He thanked his foresight to change his clothes.
I guess I should really watch where I am going huh? Removing his attention from his shirt, Ivan now spared a glance at the girl he had bumped into, wondering who had been the cause of the accident. Ironically he had been thinking about not getting his shirt dirty, which backfired and caused him to not pay attention where he was going, thus causing this person to bump into him. That meant that this was his fault, didn't it? He should give her money, shouldn't he? Proper etiquette deemed it so. Icy eyes flickered from the brown-haired girl to the hot dog vendor nearby, briefly taking in the sign that proclaimed $3.50 a piece. Balling the napkins into one hand, he dug into his pocket with the other, producing his wallet and then presenting the girl with a five dollar bill. The American paper money was strange. Russian paper money was prettier.
When she asked him if they had met before, he let himself look at her -- really look at her, instead of skittering his gaze away -- and pondered the thought. She did have a familiar-looking face. He wasn't sure if that was because he really had seen her before or if she was a model of some sort, or if she had been on the tabloids that seemed to plague every country. Wait -- it would be impossible for him to have seen her anywhere, right? Since he barely left his apartment anyway. "No, I don't believe we have," he said slowly, shaking his head in self-reassurance as he did so, English lightly accented. Satisfied that the conversation was over, his gaze flickered down to the hot dog again. "...Sorry."
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Post by summer on Mar 22, 2011 11:04:52 GMT -4
As she bumped into the guy, she heard him mutter something in a different language. Which gave her the impression that he was obviously not from New York. She did not know what it meant, but she did not consider it to be something good. She looked at him nervously as he patted his stained shirt. She really did feel bad and her face showed that genuinely I can pay to get it washed if you need me too she offered to him. I mean I shouldn’t really try eating, texting AND walking at the same time. I normally just do two of them she laughed slightly, hoping that he would laugh along with her. She had more of a carefree life and took things as they came. At least he wasn’t yelling at her though, but he had looked very smart with what he was wearing. He obviously took a lot of pride in his appearance which she liked. She loved when guys made an effort in that department because it showed that they cared. It was just nice when guys did that, she couldn’t explain why fully but she just thought it because that was how it was. Summer couldn’t explain a lot of things about herself, because she just couldn’t....it wasn’t that she was a complicated person, it was more that she didn’t know how, but if someone asked her to explain herself she would probably do it, and she could never deny someone out of a conversation. Maybe she was quick to befriend people and naive at times but that did not seem to bother her, she was rather happy with who she was, and no one was going to change that because she didn’t want to change for anyone, at least not completely. She knew her partying would die down eventually though.
When he offered her the five dollar note she felt a little embarrassed and found herself blushing OH no, you don’t have to do that she said immediately It’s just a hot dog right? she smiled. To be honest she was more concerned about his shirt, she wanted to make sure the stain would come off, she knew ketchup could be hard to get out and hoped it wouldn’t be an issue. I hope the ketchup comes out of your shirt she smiled at him. But really, it’s fine, I don’t need another hot dog she told him. Even though she was really hungry and could actually murder one but she wasn’t going to let that be known to him because that wouldn’t be fair. He seemed to be the type who would want her to take the money if she had said that and she didn’t need it really. She would just not think about food for the next few hours till she got home, that would be the better thing to do. Summer liked thinking about food though and once she got it in her mind she couldn’t get it out of it...that was just how it was with her. She tilted her head to the side a little and smiled at him. How about you let me pay for your shirt to be washed, then we’re even she said in no mention to the hot dog, she hoped that he would realise that. Also most people in New York did not have washers so she was just presuming that he didn’t, and she kind of hoped that he didn’t because she felt bad about it...after all she would still rule it as her fault because she was just like that.
Ohhh... she said and shrugged it off My bad, I guess you just look familiar that is all she smiled at him Sorry. she then added. So, have you been in New York long? she asked him I gathered from your accent that you’re not originally from around here, am I right? she said still smiling at him. It was what she usually did so she saw no harm in keeping it on her face because it was natural to her and she liked it that way. She had met some people who seemed miserable and they never smiled, she thought it rather sad. I know we have only just met, but do you want to get a coffee or something? There are loads of places around here to go? she suggested, hoping that he would say yes. She was still certain that she had seen him once or twice, but maybe she was confusing him for someone who was similar looking to him. She felt a little embarrassed that she had done that so she was keeping quiet about that from now on, just because she didn’t want to make the same mistake again and embarrass herself even more. Ohh...I suppose I should introduce myself before we do....if you want to go somewhere that is she said. I am Summer she told him brightly. She kept her big smile on her face and waited for him to respond to whether he wanted to go and get a drink. If he said no then she would be on her way, but something about him intrigued her and she was willing to find out more about him because of that. There was something she liked about his mysteriousness and his attitude.
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Post by ivan on Mar 23, 2011 1:58:31 GMT -4
She talked a lot, he decided. She talked and laughed a lot. Whether this was a good or bad thing, he had no idea. Maybe laughter was exactly what was needed in the current situation, since he didn’t think that he was about to laugh anytime soon. Eating, walking, and texting all at the same time was a rather poor decision after all (stupid, his mind said), and he didn’t think it was right to laugh at someone’s misdeeds. So long as she knew what she had done wrong and remembered, everything would be fine. Theoretically, she wouldn’t do it again, which meant that other people and their shirts would have less to worry about. He was, however, slightly surprised when she didn’t accept the bill, the illogicality of the situation near-appalling. The hot dog had cost money. Certainly it had been “just” a hot dog, but it had cost this girl exactly three dollars and fifty cents of her own money. Five dollars was more than enough to pay off the damage he had done – destroy the girl’s lunch. What – did she think that the money was dirty, having been in contact with his body? Having been in contact with the “dirty Russian immigrant’s body”?
How would she know he was Russian in the first place? Unless she knew Russian herself, she would have no way of knowing that he had said a slightly foul word in the language. In addition, how would she know that he had immigrated to America? Maybe he just learned Russian. Some people used other languages’ swearwords or exclamations in sentences automatically, subconsciously. He was jumping to conclusions again, and he knew it, so Ivan forced himself to stop, listening to what she had to say. It wouldn’t make any sense for her to speak if he wasn’t listening in the first place. Oh – she wasn’t taking the money, was she? No conclusions no conclusions – Folding the note again, he silently pushed it back in his wallet, before pocketing it. I hope the ketchup comes out of your shirt. Yes, he hoped so too; nodding absentmindedly, he murmured a soft “da” under his breath, agreeing with her. So perhaps it wasn’t really negative, perhaps it was genuine.
Her face did look genuine, though. And the familiarity – it prodded at him at the back of his mind, even though logically he would never have seen her before. But – paying for his shirt? How would that be even? It was his fault that her hot dog was on the ground, wasn’t it? He had bumped into her. Or she had bumped into him. Either way, she no longer had food. His shirt was something that could be cleaned. It was still “here”. It still existed. Her hot dog, on the other hand, was currently lying on the rather dirty ground, to be uneaten; or eaten by pigeons or whatever birds they had. In Russia, there had been flocks of pigeons. Children had liked throw them bread and éclairs and croissants and other things for them to eat. Even Ivan had done that time to time – he doubted that the birds would eat the sausage, though. In any case – there was no need for her to pay for his shirt to be cleaned. He was supposed to give her money for the hot dog he had ruined, but she hadn’t accepted it. Well – there was no conceivable way that he would let her pay for his shirt to be washed.
He had his own money. Did she think that he was a poor – no, no more conclusions. Conclusions tended to be wrong. Even so, he came to them easily, and the current situation seemed to be the perfect birthplace of “assumptions”. Even Anja had told him not to make conclusions so easily, and if a child ten years younger than himself could tell that something was wrong, then it had to be rather significant. ”No, no, you don’t need to pay…” More precisely, he wouldn’t let her. This girl paying for his shirt being washed would imply that she would accompany him to his apartment, wait for him to change, and then walk with him to the cleaners. He…wasn’t really fond of the idea. Much less a girl paying for anything at all.
When she asked him how long he had been in New York, he could almost feel his eyebrows shooting to his hairline. I gathered from your accent that you’re not originally from around here, am I right? No one had ever asked him such a question, nor made such a conclusion – to his face, at least. No one had ever vocalized his accent, either, which meant that this girl was strange. Why would an American – for that was what he assumed she was, an American, since this was the United States of America – be interested in where he was from? Or his accent, for that matter? ”Only a few months,” he replied after a few moments, regaining his composure. ”I am from Russia, da.” The tic was coming back, the one that he could usually force down but evidently could not in the given situation. Then again, he usually didn’t speak much in any case. He wondered why he was even telling her this – he didn’t know her, and it was unlikely that they would meet again.
There were many people in America, and this was just a one-time thing, wasn’t it? I know we have only just met, but do you want to get a coffee or something? There are loads of places around here to go? Evidently, though, she thought that they would go and get a coffee. Or something. What “or something” entailed, he did not know. Ivan’s initial reason for leaving the apartment had been to get something to eat. He still had the same objective, since he was rather hungry; but he wasn’t about to out rule the possibility of going somewhere with this girl. And paying. In a ketchup-stained shirt. Resisting the urge to sigh, the Russian’s gaze trailed down to his shirt again, patting at it thoughtfully where the dark, red blemish was. It wasn’t all that noticeable. And yet he still cringed at the thought of going somewhere with it. Then again, it was just coffee, and maybe a muffin or something since coffee shops usually sold those as well.
She introduced herself as “Summer”, with a bright smile on her face, the smile that seemed to be permanently pasted on her lips. He refused to dwell on the irony of the word – name, really – and nodded quietly, a slight smile touching his lips. ”Summer…” he muttered thoughtfully, more because of the “word” than because of the owner of the name, before replying. ”I am Ivan.” When he had found out that the “English” pronunciation of the word differed so horribly from the Russian pronunciation, he had set to vehemently correcting all the teachers that read his name until they could read it properly. He abhorred the “proper” pronunciation, since it was not proper – the proper version would always be the one his mother had called him, and it certainly hadn’t been Eyevan.
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Post by summer on Mar 23, 2011 11:32:34 GMT -4
Summer did not know if her talking a lot was a good or a bad thing. She considered it to be good, and since her friends were the same she never really noticed just how much she really did talk. With all the talking it was probably surprising that anyone could keep up, but she could not help being her friendly self and being sweet, what else could she do? She really was sorry that she had run into him, admitting that texting, eating and walking all at once was another thing, she hoped he understood that she did feel bad and he wasn’t cross or anything. She didn’t really know what else to say, Summer just smiled at him, it was really uncommon to see her without a smile on her face. She genuinely always smiled unless she was really upset about something, Summer was quite sensitive, but she always considered other people’s feelings a lot which was a good quality she had. All in all, Summer knew she was a good person. She also knew that she was very pretty and usually used that to her advantage. However she did not seem to be doing that this time. Mainly because she did not know him and she didn’t know if he would be interested in her like that. She couldn’t always tell the type that would be interested, but she could pick out those ones that would be because they seemed to have a similar image, that Summer unfortunately found attractive.
She watched him put the note back in his wallet Oh... she began I hope I didn’t offend you when I said you didn’t need to pay she told him politely It’s just....well I don’t feel that you should have to, after all I could have been paying more attention she told him. But I really am genuinely sorry she said to him. She couldn’t believe he was being so nice and gentleman like, it was so unlike a person in New York. Thank you though, I really appreciate it she told him It is very rare that people do that around here so it’s nice to know there are at least a few gentlemen around here she smiled. New York was one of the busiest cities in the world, Times Square being one of the busiest places in the city, she knew she was lucky that it hadn’t been some guy or girl who would go off on one about her getting Ketchup on them because she knew that behaviour did happen in the city. People were so rude. She shook her head thinking about it and smiled back at him. It was just very nice of you to offer she let him know.
The more she spoke, the more she realised how little he actually spoke, he had barely said two words to her, whether it was because he couldn’t get a word in with her or it was just how he was but somehow she felt the need to apologise to him. I am really sorry if I have startled you by my constant babble, you can tell me to stop talking if you want she laughed. My friends do it all the time she said. I won’t be offended she told him then she stopped talking for a moment and just smiled, taking a breath she looked at him. She was thinking that he would think she was some kind of crazy person now, but that was how Summer was, she talked a lot and she couldn’t really help it. She had always been talkative right from an early age it had been one of those things that people had grown to love about her, she loved that people liked that about her because the older she got, the more difficult it had become to actually stop talking a lot because she had been so used to doing it and could not kick the ‘habit.’ Though now it was just something people learnt to live with because it was just how she was. If people did not like that about her then she would just not bother with them, were they really worth it if they could not accept her?
Summer nodded Okay... she told him. As long as you are sure she added. Now Summer was thinking of ways that she could make it up to him, if he didn’t want her to pay for the cleaning service. It was weird that she was making a big deal but something like this but others would just have walked passed and said nothing, how could Summer do that? It was so rude and she certainly was not a rude person in the slightest. She never had been and was not going to start now. Summer tilted her head to the side and smiled at him. She kind of wanted to get him talking a little bit more, Summer loved meeting new people and one was right in front of her, she would accept anyone as a friend just because she was that type of person. It was something she had been taught to treat people how you would like to be treated. So although the popular girls were mean to her in High School she was still nice to them because she figured that she would be just as bad as them if she bitched back. It wasn’t like she didn’t have a bitchy streak; she just tried very hard to control it, but every so often her furry and anger would come out and people would see a very different side of Summer. She was glad that she had the firey side to her, and one occasion where she had been mad was when she caught her ex with someone else. She wasn’t even upset because the more he pressured her the more she grew to not want to be with him. In a way the fact she had caught him with someone else had been a somewhat relief. Some of her friends hadn’t been able to control it as easily though and it had caused some problems. BUT! This was not high school now, and why she was wasting her time thinking on it she did not know.
Oh really? she smiled How are you liking America then? she asked him with a smile. She hoped that she had not given him a bad impression of the citizens of America, but then again she hadn’t done anything wrong. Summer was one of those people who always thought about what they were doing. She was considerate of others and you could tell that her parents had brought her up well with all her manners. She was sometimes too polite to some people when they were just plain rude back. She tried not to let people’s rudeness get to her, though sometimes she did shout her mouth off to them because she hated it when people were so damn inconsiderate of other people, it made her sick how rude some people were and the fact that they did not have any consideration for other human beings...or anything for that matter. She didn’t understand. She then smiled when he introduced himself. Nice to meet you Ivan she smiled. Um....so I am guessing you don’t want to get a coffee with me? she asked, remembering that he had not told her yes or no. She was getting rather hungry but still wasn’t going to admit that.
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Post by ivan on Mar 25, 2011 5:01:35 GMT -4
Had she offended him? Not really – almost, and “almost” didn’t really count. It – had just been five dollars, anyway. It wasn’t as if some tragedy had occurred because she hadn’t taken the money. It wasn’t as if she was about to sue him later for three dollars and fifty cents. Although – that would be rather odd and uncalled for. He highly doubted that anyone in this day and age would want to settle a lawsuit for something worse less than one hundred dollars. In any case – she was being sincere, and that was all that mattered. ”It’s fine…ah, and you’re welcome.” It was a tad hard to keep up with her speech, and he almost didn’t know how or where to reply, but he supposed that that was all right. The less he spoke, the better it was – since he didn’t really have all that much to talk about in the first place.
When she called him a gentleman – or so it seemed – he didn’t know how to react. Ivan had never been called “gentlemanly” or any variation before; he simply acted like he assumed he was supposed to. Because, well, this was what people did, right? It was natural, wasn’t it? Evidently not, because she was being over appreciative (at least in his opinion) and was it wrong that he had no idea what to say in reply to this? Maybe it was just best not to say anything at all, since he rarely spoke in any case. Unconsciously, his head inclined slightly in an almost questioning movement, the man himself unaware that he had moved as such. Was he supposed to say “thank you” in reply to such a comment? And – if how he had reacted, giving her money and apologizing, wasn’t the social “norm”, then what was?
Did people normally get upset and cross and start yelling? He might have gotten upset – well, he had been, and probably still was to some extent – but he didn’t think that getting a small amount of ketchup on his shirt was anything worth fretting over. Now, if the stain had been caused by something more permanent, he might have gotten angrier – as it was, though, it was just ketchup, something that was easily remedied. Blinking, his gaze drifted upwards when she apologized for her “constant babble”, not realizing that his gaze had flitted downwards to the ground somewhere during the exchange. Should he tell her to “stop talking”? Because apparently her friends did it all the time, so that apparently made it “acceptable”. Although he couldn’t really see what was so acceptable about it. If someone wanted to talk, then they could talk. Shaking his head in a near-imperceptible manner, the man chose not to voice an answer, preferring to remain silent.
She smiled a lot, he realized. It was ever so slightly disturbing. He didn’t think he’d seen anyone else smile half as much as this girl, “Summer”, did. In some ways, though, she reminded him of Anja; she would never hesitate to talk to anyone, and she would always have a bright smile on her face. Although – could apologizing for an incident really count as “talking to anyone”? Anja would have just walked up to someone and started talking, regardless as to whether or not there was an actual need or reason to. She was just “special” like that – she had little to no realization of human inhibitions and didn’t know the meaning of “personal space”. Hopefully it was a concept that she would grow into when she grew older, before it was something that got her into too much trouble.
On the other hand, though, was it really that much of a “weakness”? Wasn’t it an advantage, in some ways? Oh really? How are you liking America then? If he were to answer this question honestly, which he would regardless of the situation, Ivan would say that he wasn’t enjoying America very much. ”I’m not liking it very much,” he said almost-breezily, realizing a moment after he had said it that it could imply that he didn’t like America because of the girl. Fervently, he hoped that she hadn’t interpreted it as such, since he had already disliked the country even before meeting her. And it would be ridiculous to form an opinion on a whole country simply because of a bit of ketchup. ”It’s nice to meet you too.” Ketchup aside, this encounter was somewhat, oddly, somehow pleasant. Maybe it was because she talked a lot, and that somehow made it easy to talk to her. ”I…suppose I could go for a coffee…” Wouldn’t he have to change, though?
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Post by summer on Mar 26, 2011 19:31:55 GMT -4
Summer had to admit that she found his attitude kinda cute. He didn’t seem to be like any other guy she knew at all, and that was what she liked. She could admit that he was pretty hot too, there was nothing wrong with thinking that right? He was mysterious too, and no one could be worse than her ex boyfriend, she didn’t want to think about him but for some reason she found herself thinking about him yet again and it annoyed her that she could not get him off her mind. She didn’t even know why, it was unexplainable. Summer shrugged when he said ‘your welcome’ and gave him a smile. um yeah.... she giggled slightly, not really knowing what else to say, she felt she was acting a little stupid and felt she had to apologise yet again. Sorry, I’m probably looking really stupid right now she said with a small smile. Well even if he didn’t think that, Summer did and you couldn’t normally change her mind, once it was set on something that was it, there was no changing it and she was just trying not to look even more foolish now. She did hope he didn’t think she was a freak, though on first meeting he did not seem the type who would judge so quickly and hoped that was the case, maybe she was just paranoid. Normally she was confident, and she was, even now but her nerves were showing now. Whether he noticed was different was the question. She kind of hoped that he wouldn’t, but he seemed intelligent so she thought he might pick up on it. She took a breath to calm herself and just chill herself, still not knowing why she was nervous, maybe it was because she felt bad about staining his shirt with ketchup.
Summer took another breath and tried to block her thoughts out. She seemed to be thinking way too much and that was never good, she knew that she normally had way too much to say and it was all in her mind ready to explode usually. She never had a problem with words usually, she loved speaking to people, just speaking in general was something she loved. She was one of those people that if she had enemies, she would be unliked...not because she was a bitch or anything like that, but because people got sick of her talking and happiness. Summer really did not have a reason to be sad about anything did she though? She had great friends, an amazing family....she didn’t have a boyfriend right now but she didn’t mind. She did not want to be with anyone right now anyway, she was happy just having fun with her friends. If the right person came along it would be different, but she hadn’t found him yet, she wasn’t exactly looking but wasn’t going to rule anyone out anyone right now but for Summer they had to be able to keep up with her of course, or at least try. She loved to party and met plenty of guys, but they all just wanted one thing and she wasn’t going to let that happen and be just another girl to them, because she wasn’t just any other girl, everyone she knew told her that and although Summer knew she was beautiful she was never up herself or over the top about it because she did not see the point, that wasn’t her attitude. If people wanted to be like that then fine, and she did like a man with confidence, but that wasn’t all that was sexy to her.
When he said that he wasn’t liking America much she tilted her head to the side, absentmindedly taking a strand of hair and twirling it. Its not that bad you know, honest she smiled at him. She could imagine that it would be hard though, moving to a completely different country, she didn’t know if she would be able to do it herself, it would be weird and something that she didn’t need to think about. She thought him brave for doing it and had to give him credit for doing so. Did you move with your family? she asked him. I am sorry for all the questions, I am just curious....I guess I like asking questions and getting to know people. You don’t have to answer them if you don’t want to....it’s just me...I guess I am a little bit nosy too she said smiling slightly. She smiled wider when he said it was nice to meet her as well, glad that she had not offended him or anything like that, maybe she was just too careful and stressed too much about offending people, but it was just one of those things that she did. Oh great! I know this nice little coffee place around the corner, unless you want to go to Starbucks? she asked him, leaving that decision up to him. Do you want to stop at your place though so you can change your shirt though? she asked. Okay so she wasn’t forcing him and didn’t want to seem like a creeper or weird or anything so she decided to quickly add or I can just meet you there if you want to change? she smiled at him, now she hoped that he would not take what she had just said the wrong way.
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