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Post by Paris Hamilton on Dec 24, 2006 16:53:47 GMT -5
The snow had started coming down hard outside, and must of New York City was covered in it. It was about one o'clock in the afternoon and Paris Hamilton had just waken up.
Looking at his humongous window, he saw that no one was really out at the Central Park. Probably to cold.
Pulling back the comfy white comforter, he revealed his bare athletic stomach and the loose, baggy, plaid pajama pants he wore on his bottom half.
Walking down the spiral staircases down into the living room, he ran a hand through his curly dirty blonde hair, making it look like it took him hours to make it as perfect as it was.
Once downstairs he walked into the platinum color scheme kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Pulling out the milk carton, he put it to his soft lips and took a big gulp of it before putting it back in it's place.
Once in the living room, Paris sat down on the black leather couch and pushed the power button on the remote. The huge platinum TV against the white wall across him, turned on and there was football.
He smiled and propped his arm against the arm of the couch.
He stared at the TV with his crystal blue eyes, hardly even blinking.
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Post by Catheryn Alaina O'Bryan on Dec 24, 2006 17:05:51 GMT -5
"Great!" she muttered as the snow began falling harder on her. She walked through out the park, trying to get to Paris's apartment before she died. She wasn't that upset, but she might as well spend the day with someone. Plus he basically invited her; as he left the message. Catheryn had to admit; it was beautiful how the snow fell atop the trees and hung among the branches; but when it risked the wellness of her hair. She really didn't want her hair to look wet, and odd when she went to see paris. Even though she didn't really care what people thought; she herself would feel like crap. Even if he didn't care; Cat would. The crunches of snow as she walked began to annoy her; so she was glad when she finally reached the inside of the lobby with perfect hair. The aroma was great, filling her nostrils with all kinds of perfumes and sprays. Walking swiftly to the front desk, she told the guy who she was looking for. Giving her a friendly greeting and cheesy smile; he told her the way. As she reached the elevator it beeped; telling her it was open. Putting herself inside, the doors shut.
She probably wasn't best dressed for the snow, but she thought it was okay. It was comfortable and casual.
Covering lightly around her small-framed torso was a light pink, skinny strapped tank, covered by a loosely clung cream-white V-neck, sweatshirt..that looked more like an overshirt if anything with a moose symbol at the breast. Wrapted around her waist was a mini, light denim skirt, with the trendy rips and shreds. At her small size six feet were cream-white ugg boots, with the fluff that was a light pink, matching her shirt.
As she reached Paris' door, she knocked lightly hoping he would be here. With her hair straight, yet curled at tips, she hummed softly; awaiting him.
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Post by Paris Hamilton on Dec 24, 2006 17:29:50 GMT -5
"SCORE" Paris yelled jumping up to his feet as the Ravens got the first touchdown.
"That's what I'm talking about!"
Just then he herd the light 'ding' from the elevator outside of his door.
Raising his eyebrow he looked over at the clock.
One Fifteen In The Afternoon.
Who the hell was here? He didn't invite anybody, well not that he can remember. He didn't care though, he was glad someone was here.
A knock came from the door, and not bothering to put on a shirt, Paris ran over and opened the white wooden door to see Catheryn standing there.
He couldn't help but let that smile come across his face.
"Hey, come in." he said as he pulled the door more opened giving her room to walk in.
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Post by Catheryn Alaina O'Bryan on Dec 24, 2006 17:37:21 GMT -5
Hearing the scream from the boy behind the door, she figured he'd been watching football. Why else would he yell the word 'score.' Smiling to herself, it was quite funny... As she heard the manly foot steps to the door she quickly aranged her shirt, so it wasn't ruffed; but smooth upon her tight stomach. As he opened the door, she smiled friendly. "Thanks" she said; pulling down the back of her skirt out of habit.
Catheryn entered; it really was just as beautiful as the outside; and usually men could never decorate well. He had some pretty fine taste; if he decorated it. Observing his body she smiled abit. He was muscular; which wasn't bad at all. Although she seemed as if she had a physical attraction to him; she didn't. Cat liked his personality; if anything.
Standing there she looked at him; unsure what to say or do next. She might as well just wait for him to talk, or have some sort of movement.
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Post by Paris Hamilton on Dec 24, 2006 17:52:15 GMT -5
Paris watched Catheryn walk in and couldn't help but lick his lips. He liked her a lot.
She had everything he was looking for. Man she was was sexy.
After she was fully in, he shut the door and turned to look at her, just in time to see her checking him out. He smiled at her and then ran his hand through his curly hair and looked around his house.
He didn't know what to do.
"Um, you look great." he started, but quickly asked "Do you want a drink? Are you okay? What did your boyfriend do to make you guys break-up?" he said this quickly and his face started to get a little red.
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Post by Catheryn Alaina O'Bryan on Dec 24, 2006 17:58:49 GMT -5
Catheryn laughed at his sudden out-burst. He seemed sad that she was hurt, but happy that they broke up. All guys were alike geesh. "Thanks," she said; to his nice compliment about her appearance today. "Well, He cheated on me.." she sighed; plopping down on the couch next to her. "No i'm fine thank you" she replied about the drink. She was tired of thinking about Ashton but it wasn't her fault. She liked him, and well he kissed another girl and that's that.
She smiled at Paris as if nothing was wrong. "I'm fine..just fine" she said; in a lower tone not knowing what else to say.
She crossed her baby-oiled legs, mainly because she was in a skirt. Looking up at the tv she noticed the game was on; 'so that was what he was screaming about' she laughed softly in her head. She glanced back at Paris with a smirk. She wasn't happy, but she might as well act like it.
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Post by Paris Hamilton on Dec 25, 2006 0:17:07 GMT -5
Paris felt embarrassed that he just had an out-burst, but he cared about Catheryn. Even if they just met, he did have feelings for her, but he didn't know how she felt especially since she just got of of a relationship.
Plopping down on beside her he rested his arm on the back of the couch, behind her, and listened to what she had to say.
Once she said that the boy cheated on her, he felt a lot of anger build up inside of him.
"What the hell? Who would cheat on you?! They definitely do not deserve you. I know that if I were with you I would never cheat." he said in an angry tone, but the last part had slipped. His feelings for her were really starting to poke through.
When Catheryn said she was fine, he could tell she wasn't by just looking at her, but he didn't want to say anything.
"Catheryn if you need anything at all or need to talk to me you can come over at anytime. Really." [/color][/center] |
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Post by ||Alex Ace Ventore|| on Dec 25, 2006 0:23:47 GMT -5
Catheryn looked at him as he said 'If I were with you, I'd never.' It was obvious he liked her. "Well, he says she kissed him and he tried to bolt off." she stated; doubting it. She wanted to believe it, but in reality she couldn't.
He made a mistake, and well he had to pay for it. It wasn't that She didn't like Paris, he just seemed like a sweetheart; but she didn't know him well.
"Thank you, but I'm sure I just need some socialization is all" she smiled, trying to make the best of it. After all..she had to forgive ashton sometime.
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Post by Daria Keithle on Dec 25, 2006 22:34:48 GMT -5
ooc;as Paris
Paris's mouth dropped open as Catheryn told him her now ex boyfriend, kissed another girl.
What the fuck was the dude retarded?
"He said she kissed him? What the fuck? When I'm dating a girl and I see it happened or whatever, I give her the 2 second rule, if there kissing for more then 2 seconds before she pulls away, then she wanted the kiss. So yeah, that's what I think. about that." he said nodding, trying not to look over at the football game.
Finally giving up Paris turned his head to the game, just then the Raven's got another touch down.
Jumping up, he started wiggling his ass and dancing.
"HELL YEAH THATS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" he shouted. |
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Post by Catheryn Alaina O'Bryan on Dec 25, 2006 22:42:07 GMT -5
"Agreed" she said; settling the whole conversation.
Honestly she hadn't talking about her exs, mainly because she felt as if talking behind their back, they obviously couldn't defind themselves if they aren't there right?.
Sinking back into the couch more, she closed her eyes as if trying to sleep when she wasn't even the least bit of tired.
As he yelled; startling her, she jumped up out of reaction.
"You're silly" he laughed; as she stood with him.
God damn he was tall.
Which was sexy, she'd have to admit.
Short guys didn't turn her on the least bit. Especially when they were shorter then her. Considering she is only 5'2.
"Once again I must say.." she paused searching the right words.
"Your cute..." she smiled.
Good enough right?
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Post by Daria Keithle on Dec 25, 2006 22:49:51 GMT -5
Looking over, Paris noticed that Catheryn had stood up.
He probably scared her.
Looking down at her he noticed that she was really short, but that was really cute. He loved really short girls.
"Thank you" he said smiling, at her comment about him being silly.
Shaking his ass again he laughed.
Then turning to face her again, he herd her call him cute.
Smiling he nodded.
"Thank you, and your beautiful." he said and leaned down and kissed her right on the lips, it was a soft and adorable kiss. Lasting merely only a few seconds, before he pulled back and looked at her with a smirk on his face. |
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Post by Catheryn Alaina O'Bryan on Dec 25, 2006 22:55:35 GMT -5
Catheryn laughed as he shaked his ass once more. He was a dork; that was good.
Alittle shocked by the kiss, she smiled softly. It seemed as if he had held that in for a while. Noticing how far away in height he was, it must have too some effort to lean down so far.
She giggled slightly. Her grin become wider.
Standing on her tip-toes she pecked him softly on the cheek.
Yeah she just came out of a relationship; but she sort-of liked the guy.
Sue her..
Honestly, he was hard not to like.
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Post by Daria Keithle on Dec 25, 2006 23:09:13 GMT -5
Paris smiled as he felt her soft lips against his cheek.
"Thank you." he said as he picked her up into a big, warm, hug. Lifting her about a foot off the floor.
Putting her down after a few seconds he tilted his head to the side examining her.
"You really are beautiful Cat." he said giving her his number one smile. "Oh and I think you lucky, because ever since you came over, the Ravens have been winning. That's who I chose for my bet. I think you should come over every Sunday, good luck charm." Paris said laughing. |
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Post by Catheryn Alaina O'Bryan on Dec 26, 2006 1:29:37 GMT -5
"Well if I'm beautiful, you must be gorgeous." she teased, tapping his nose with her index finger. As he set her down, she laughed softly. Yes, people had a thing for picking her up, probably because they found it fun, cuz she was light.
Her hair swayed wildly; after the whole picking up talent.
Catheryn looked sad once more.
Great and here pops the idea of Ashton once more.
It wasn't that she wanted to forget about him, but she didn't want to think about him, when she was getting attached to someone else. After him and maybe a few other guys doing that to her, and taking advantage of her trust; she really couldn't trust guys anymore. It was like 'love' didn't exsist.
She wasn't the type to stay up crying; every night because of the poor excuse of human called men. She rarely cried, as lame as that sounds.
She plopped back down on the couch, in a odd mood. She had mixed feelings; but she wouldn't let that affect her and Paris' friendship. Although she was in hopes it'd be more.
What would she say to Ash if it was.
Gosh, she never thought of that.
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Post by Daria Keithle on Dec 26, 2006 14:15:20 GMT -5
Paris watched the game, his crystal eyes glued to the screen of the TV.
His arm was still around Catheryn's waist, but once he felt he pull away to sit down, he let go.
Turning to look at her, he noticed that she looked sad;really sad.
Maybe she was on her period?
Because she was having major mood-swings.
Siting back down on the couch, put his arm around her.
"Are you okay? Your all sad again." he asked her in a sympathetic voice. [/color][/center] |
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