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Post by Iris Weata on Dec 26, 2015 23:13:08 GMT
| Honestly, Iris wasn't quite sure how it had happened. After not talking to Jensen for months over summer, and the few weeks before and after that, she'd managed to make a fool out of herself at Lottie's halloween party by being drunk and sad in front of him. That was never a good mix, and being those two things in front of someone she didn't even know all that well made it even worse. Still, after that she'd managed to score herself a... date? Was that the right thing to call it? She wasn't really sure. He hadn't explicitly said it was a date, but he hadn't not say it either. She was a little bit confused by the whole thing, but she'd agreed none the less. Jensen was a really nice guy, and if nothing else, she wanted to get his friendship back, as they'd grown apart over the years. And if he wanted something more then friendship, well, she'd have to move on from Jasper eventually, and Jensen was a very good place to start. She'd asked Rose to help her out, but it turns out she didn't know much about what "hey, there's this winter carnival, fair, thing going on on the weekend and-uh- i was wondering if you wanted to go with me?" actually meant. God, why did some boys have to be so friendly? It made things very confusing sometimes. He'd asked on Monday, and the fair, carnival, thing was on Friday, so she'd made herself stop fretting on Wednesday, and was now pretty calm about the whole thing. He was picking her up at 6, and it was currently 10 to, and she was ready. As she wasn't sure what this was, she'd kept her outfit simple and somewhat practical, so she wouldn't get too cold. A blue button down denim skirt with tights and little ankle boot things, and a white crop jumper, which only showed skin it she raised her arms. With a simple light jacket and bag, a hint of make up, she was done. She looked at herself in the mirror then made her way down stairs, meeting her mum in the kitchen while getting a glass of water. They chatted light heartedly for the few remaining minutes before Jensen got there, Iris sipping her water as they did so. Soon, there was the sound of the door bell, and Iris finished what was left of her water, smiled at her mum, then went to open the door. WORDS: 418 |
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Post by Jensen Pines on Dec 27, 2015 4:44:04 GMT
This wasn't like him. Frankly, it wasn't anything Ashton would do either- he didn't date and dine- so Jensen couldn't quite blame his cousin for his sudden courage and spill of words. He'd asked Iris on a date. Well, was it a date? Honestly, he had no clue. Between the teenage, angsty, feeling induced tennis match that had been going on between Jasper and Iris for months (years? Jensen should stay more up to date on local gossip and not the latest Marvel film) and how she'd been at Lottie's party back around Halloween, well, he figured the least he could do was dote on her for an evening. As friends, if nothing more. Was she pretty? Well, duh. Did Jensen have a massive crush on her and collect flowers off the playground to give to her (even though he never was quite brave enough to hand them over, rather giving them to his teacher after watching Iris race off to class with her friends, a blush heavy on his cheeks) when they were in elementary school? Okay, he'd never say it out loud, ever, but maybe that was true. Did he sort of still carry that torch for her? Though maybe dimmer, distance and lack of contact dulling the flame, yeah, he supposed he did still have a crush on the girl?
But did he know his boundaries? Her current relationship with Jasper? Or even anyone for that matter? Did he know if she was interested in a boyfriend? Or if she even viewed him that way?
Yeah, no. He had no clue. So he vouched to play this as the night went. If things veered more towards relationship, then he'd handle that as it came, but if she just needed a little attention and a friend to lean on, well, that was just fine too. As long as he makes her night in the end.
He wouldn't go as far to say he'd been a stuttering mess when he'd asked her, but it hadn't been his smoothest delivery. A carnival, just on the border of Beacon Hills and the neighboring town- a good enough excuse to spend time with her. A few rides, some deep fried carnival food, and if luck was on his side, he wouldn't waste cash trying to win her a stuffed bear. It had been a Monday, a few weeks after the party, nothing more than shared glances and soft greetings passed between the two, when he'd asked her to join him Friday.
And God, time just flew.
He'd gone from being anxious the moment she'd agreed to standing on her doorstep a few minutes shy of six dressed in his worn in boots, a soft shade of brown because they'd been out of black when he'd bought them, all he really owned were blue jeans, and a green (Ashton refused to let him try on anything else because apparently 'it brings out his eyes') thick flannel with a brown leather jacket draped over his shoulders- you know, to pull the 'oh it's cold? take my jacket' trick, if need be. A finger to the doorbell button and he was left restless and fidgeting until the door was pulled open and wow. Just, yeah, how had he manage to even ask her- let alone get her to actually agree to join him?
Not allowing himself to become some drooling mess, he quickly gathered his wits and smiled widely. Hands shoved in his pockets to avoid any awkward gestured he'd make, Jensen settled on complimenting her, "Hey! You look great," he paused for a moment, lips pressed together to keep his mega-watt grin in check- didn't want to seem too eager, "You ready to go?"
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Post by Iris Weata on Dec 27, 2015 14:18:44 GMT
| As soon as Iris opened the door and laid eyes on Jensen, it was like a city of butterflies had erupted in her stomach, and were now swarming as they investigated their new home. She would be lying if she said she wasn't excited, as she really was. She knew this would be good for her, it was the kind of thing she needed right now- to feel like someone was making a real effort with her, and to pay attention to her- and since Jensen had asked her out, it seemed like that was the kind of thing he was planning to do. She was also excited to revive their relationship. They'd been friends when they were younger, but slowly they'd lost track of each other, only talking if they were sitting together in class or something, never making much of an effort to talk to each other outside a classroom. Sometimes she missed him, admittedly it wasn't that often, but sometimes she'd see something and would be reminded of him, or reminded of some memory they'd shared in the past. Anyways, enough of that. She smiled at him, blushing lightly at his compliment, "Thanks. You look good too" She said, looking him over. He did actually look good, not that she was surprised. He had an attractive face and a good body, so she imagined he'd look good in nearly anything. But the green of his shirt brought out the green in his eyes, and everything else about his outfit went together nicely. "Yeah" She replied, stepping outside and closing the door behind her, but not without giving a smile and a little wave to her mum, who had made herself visible now. Her mum liked Jensen, and had never made an effort to try and hide the fact. When Iris had told her that she was going to the carnival with him she was almost worried that her face would rip in half or something, she was smiling so wide. That night Iris had over heard her talking to her dad, saying she was glad she seemed to be getting over Jasper. Apparently, Iris been pretty miserable, and her parents didn't like Jasper's influence too much- after all, with him around she'd been attacked by a lizard thing, kidnapped and had come home slightly tipsy a couple of times. To them, Jensen was a breath of fresh air, a complete relief, and to be honest, he was like that too Iris too. WORDS: 415 |
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Post by Jensen Pines on Dec 27, 2015 21:38:13 GMT
He may have been blinded by her smile, eyes going hazy as he stared at her lips- watching as they worked around the words he barely caught. A blush tinted his cheeks as they finally registered, his gaze batting to his feet for a moment, hands tucked behind his back as he bashfully kicked the toe of his boot against the concrete doorstep. He could blame it on her compliment, but it was majorly due to his already flickering attraction. Seems the torch was brighter than he’d thought.
Dragging a hand through his hair, which he hadn’t styled, rather allowing it to flow as it pleased- he really needed to get a haircut, he wasn’t used to having it this long by any means-, Jensen let his eyes float just over her shoulder, catching her mother hanging back with a smile on her lips. He offered her a small wave before stepping back as Iris closed the door and joined him outside. With a nod, he swept one arm out towards the driveway where his truck sat. Nothing special. An older black Chevy pick-up, which Jensen had spent the better part of the afternoon scrubbing clean and vacuuming crumbs out of. No more wrappers stuck between the cushions and definitely none of Ashton’s junk lingering on the floors. Good as new, and it didn’t smell too bad either. Not sure how he should approach the evening, he kept his hands to himself- figuring she wouldn’t want to hold his sweaty palms and wasn’t too sure if he should guide her with a hand at the small of her back so he just shoved them back in his pocket.
Not letting a silence fall over them, he tilted his head her way as they walked the short distance to his vehicle, his fingers wrapping around the door handle on the passenger side to pull it open for her as he asked, “So how long have we got? Any curfew I have to keep in mind?” The last thing Jensen wanted to do was get her in trouble by keeping her out too late, and he’d really rather stay on her parents’ good side if he wanted this to turn into something more- but jury’s still out on that verdict.
With a shy smile on his lips and what seems to be an almost permanent blush on his cheeks, he waited for her to get into the car, silently fretting that he may not have cleaned it well enough and she’d find something embarrassing crunching under her feet.
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Post by Iris Weata on Dec 27, 2015 23:06:40 GMT
| Iris followed him towards his car, wondering what to do with herself exactly. Hold his hand? Link her arm with his? She didn't have much of an idea, since neither of them seemed to know exactly what this was, but she noticed him shoving his hands into his pockets, which gave an indication that he didn't want to hold her hand, which was fine. She turned her attention to the vehicle they were headed too, using the short distance to let her eyes roam over it. She realised she'd seen it around before, it was quite a hard thing to miss, really. It was times like this she wished she had her own car, but for some reason she had honestly never thought to get her license, and whenever she told people that, they looked at her like she was an alien. It was something she'd have to work on in the next year. She couldn't help but smile at him when he opened the door for her, and somewhere at the back of her mind compared him to Jasper. Would Jasper do that for her? Probably not, after all, there was Winston to do it for him, but then again... He could be so lovely when he wanted to be. Oh God. Was this what the whole evening would be like? Constantly comparing Jensen and Jasper? She prayed it wouldn't be, and pushed the thought away as she climbed into the car. "11 at the very, very latest" She told him, a direct quote from her dad before he'd left for his shift at the police station. She didn't think she'd have to worry too much, as he was working the late shift, so wouldn't actually know if she was home by her curfew, and her mum wasn't one to blab- plus, she'd probably be asleep by 10, but Iris did want to be home by that time, just in case. It wasn't worth risking her parents trust yet again, over the last year or so she knew she'd been pushing her luck quite a bit. She glanced around out the interior, and noticed how it all seemed very tidy. She couldn't stop herself from wondering if it had been deliberately cleaned for her sake. She wasn't sure, as she didn't know how tidy Jensen tended to keep his stuff anyway. Still, it was really nice. She waited for Jensen to get in next to her, her eyes unintentionally watching him as he paced around the car to get to the drivers side and get in. WORDS: 427 |
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Post by Jensen Pines on Dec 27, 2015 23:56:48 GMT
Eleven, he could work with that. A few hours at the fair, wasting money on the various games and snacks and squished against one another as they rode the rides- no space in those things, he always ended up with Ashton's elbow in his ribs or his dad's head smacking against his. He hoped they'd be more pleasant riding with Iris. Then maybe they'd spend a while driving- he knew a place just off the highway with the best view of the stars and had a few blankets in the box on the bed of his truck. If things went well, turned towards something more romantic than friendly, he'd pitch the idea to her. Nothing more than some star gazing and soft conversations over a melody of crickets and whispered lyrics through the speakers. Best not get his heart set on that route if he himself couldn't even gather the courage to call this a date.
After making sure she was securely tucked into the passenger side and he wouldn't crush any of her fingers, Jensen eased the door shut and made his way around the car, paying an obsessive amount of attention to how he walked because he knew her eyes would be following him. Not a great time to become self-conscious, but oh well, he'd get over it soon enough.
Sliding into the driver's seat, he tucked the keys into the ignition and started the truck, the engine a tad bit too loud and the air conditioning took a moment to kick on, but he was used to that. Turning somewhat to face her better, his smile was shy as he asked, "So eleven o'clock it is. Did you eat dinner yet? I don't mind stopping." He personally hadn't eaten too much in case they would end up stopping for food before the fair. He knew a few places with better than decent food that would be quick enough to not take a too much time- but that was if she was even hungry. He tossed the truck into reverse, backing out of the driveway and easing out onto the street before taking the path that'd lead them through town, and past some of those restaurants, to the fair. Glancing her way as they came to the stop sign at the end of her street, he added on, "And if you want to listen to music," he gestured towards the radio, "I'm not picky on the station." He was just afraid he wouldn't be able to refrain from busting into song and making a fool of himself.
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Post by Iris Weata on Dec 28, 2015 23:18:56 GMT
| When Jensen got into his seat Iris properly settled down into her seat, plugging in her seatbelt in just before he started the car, filing the car with noise. She fiddled with her bag, handle, slowly becoming more desperate as she realised how badly this could actually go. She could completely wreak her friendship with him, or he could be a massive dick, or she could make a fool of herself, or, maybe, she could end up really liking him. She didn't know why that was such a scary thought to her. Well, she could guess it was because last time she really liked someone, it didn't exactly end well, did it? She just didn't want that to happen again. She was also afraid she wouldn't like him much, but he would like her, and that would just be hella awkward, and she'd be left completely clueless as to what to do. She forced herself to push those thoughts to the back of her mind and lay her hands flat on her lap, flashing a quick, small smile at him before answering "No, i wasn't sure what you wanted to do" Well, that was half true. She had wanted to see if he wanted to grab food, so thought it would be best to not eat, but she'd also been pretty nervous in the lead up to the outing, so hadn't wanted to eat anything. As they stopped at the lights Iris turned her gaze to the little radio in front of them, then leaned forward to start fiddling with it. She thought she may as well put something on, just in case they lost the thread of conversation, this would stop it getting too awkward between them. She began flicking through the music stations until she found one that was just playing your usual top 20 stuff, then looked at him "Is this okay?" She asked, completely willing to change it if he didn't like it. It was his car after all. WORDS: 333 |
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Post by Jensen Pines on Dec 30, 2015 18:30:08 GMT
Alright, she hadn't eaten and that leaves it up to him where to take them. Do they go through a drive-thru or do they go into a diner and sit while they eat or does she expect him to take her to a fancy restaurant that'd cost him most of his earnings? He didn't know. Why didn't he know? Jensen was the one with his head screwed on straight, the smart one with plans A, B, and C up his sleeve. Put a pretty girl in his passenger seat and all of that honed in intelligence flew out the window. Nibbling on his bottom lip as his fingers tapped against the steering wheel, his mind battled with the options before finally settling on a diner. She deserved a dine-in, but going overboard with it may not be the best idea. Clearing his throat, he spoke over the music she'd just turned on, glancing her way swiftly before setting his gaze back on the road before him as he drove. Safety first, after all. "How about we stop by Sal's?" It was a quaint little diner with a homey feel that the majority of Beacon Hills stopped by, which the only downside of them going there. Many students found themselves working the later shifts at the diner to coincide with their school schedules, so if Iris didn't want people knowing about their 'date' tonight and word spreading then they shouldn't go. Then again, most of the kids would be at the fair anyhow, so maybe it didn't matter and she didn't mind. Whatever suited her, he'd do- simple as that. So if she was fine with being waited on by a classmate and standing in line behind a neighbor, then so was he.
He glanced at the radio, it was as old as the truck and nothing fancy, worked on a serious of dials and small rectangular buttons, but at least it worked. He nodded along with the song, which seemed to be one of the late night remixes the local DJ was so fond of doing every Friday evening. It was a mash up of what seemed to be a Fall Out Boy turning into something by Taylor Swift- though he couldn't be sure. Jensen let his humming answer her question, because he didn't mind really.
Stopped at another light, he let himself face her more, wiggling his eyebrows along with the beat as he grinned from ear to ear- waiting for either the light to change of her answer. Which ever came first.
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Post by Iris Weata on Jan 2, 2016 23:05:59 GMT
| Ah Sal's. Honestly, Iris loved Sal's, always had and probably always would. She, like many others from Beacon Hills saw Sal's as a special part of the town, something right at the heart of so many people's memories. If she ever had to introduce anyone to the town she would make sure to bring them to the diner. She didn't know why, but her mum didn't like Sal's at all, so whenever her and her dad were having a dad/daughter day they always went there. This lead to Iris having so many memories of amazing days ending with that diner, and she hoped she'd be able to add this day to the list of amazing memories that involved the little diner. During the day she'd been so busy worrying about how this evening would go, trying to work out if it was a date or not, ect, she'd forgotten that whatever it was it was mainly use hanging out with Jensen. So since getting into he car and actually spending time with him her nerves had mostly slipped away, the butterflies that had filled her stomach slowly fizzled away, leaving her with an empty stomach and making her really hungry. She realised she hadn't actually answered his question, because she'd been to busy thinking about it, so when she heard him humming along with the song she smiled, at least he was fine with the station. "Yeah that sounds great" she told him. It quickly passed through her mind that there would probably be other students there, and other people they knew, but if that didn't matter to him then it didn't matter to her. Jensen wasn't exactly the kind of guy you'd be ashamed to be seen with. Or, at least, Iris wasn't ashamed to be seen with him, and that was all that really mattered. When the car stopped at some lights and Jensen turned to face her more with a grin on his face and doing some weird eyebrow dance Iris couldn't help but giggle and join in with the eyebrow dancing. Her eyebrows wiggled in time with the beat, her lips doing some kind of pout before she broke into a grin that mirrored his. Too soon, though, she noticed the lights changing out of the corner of her eyes and nodded towards them just in case Jesen somehow hadn't managed to see them. In those few moments she'd actually been really enjoying herself, so she just had to remind herself that they still had a couple of hours of this to go, unless, of course, it all went tits up pretty soon. WORDS: 438 |
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Post by Jensen Pines on Jan 3, 2016 4:56:57 GMT
Dancing while behind the wheel could be mighty dangerous, but with a passenger, accidents could be avoided- so where he hadn't noticed the light flickering back to green while his eyebrows broke it down, Iris had. Shooting her a sheepish smile, Jensen turned his attention back to the road and drove on. Since stealing glances was out of the option as the truck followed the road towards Sal's, he settled for mumbling along with the lyrics, botching a few of the lines because hey, Pete didn't even know all of the words to his own songs- don't ask him how he knows that.
From Iris' house, the diner wasn't too far off, so as the mash-up'ed song ended, their journey did too. Pulling into a parking spot- which was a miracle in itself, the place was packed and he'd managed to snag the space right after someone had pulled out of it- Jensen unbuckled his seat belt and turned to Iris. With a raised hand, he grinned from ear to ear anxiously and instructed, "Wait here," before he pocketed the keys and hopped out of the truck. With a pep in his step, he skirted around the front end of the truck and eased his way to her door. Fingers snagging on the handle, he pulled the door open for her, cheeks stinging from the strength of his smile as he bowed slightly, arm sweeping out as he purred, "M'lady." He knew it was stupid, but he could see Ashton in his mind giving him a double thumbs up at the lame gesture. His cousin would have been proud.
Righting himself as she began to make her way out of the vehicle, his gaze batted towards the diner to find that, yes, just like every Friday evening, it was busy and bustling, but he could spot a few tables and one booth that had just been cleaned off. Looks like there wouldn't be a wait to sit, but maybe it'd be a bit before their orders reached the table. Which he didn't mind, really, as long as Iris didn't get antsy. He spotted a few students lining tables or wearing uniforms- some he knew, others just a familiar face, but he couldn't really find it in himself to get anxious over it. He was proud to be at Iris' side- which reminds him.
After the door was shut and she was getting her clothes back into place (or maybe just dusting them off, or it could be a nervous thing- he wasn't sure), Jensen held out his hand for her to take, a suddenly bashful glint to his eyes and a soft blush to his cheeks as he asked, "Ready?"
It's leaning more towards date by the minute.
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Post by Iris Weata on Jan 4, 2016 14:25:51 GMT
| Iris pretty watched pretty much all of what Jensen was doing out of the corner of her eye, not wanting to make it too obvious that she was actually watching him- that could be classed as pretty weird. She hadn't realised she'd turned her body slightly more towards him, and she took this time between chats to try and work out when she'd adjusted. After a little think she decided it was probably while they were having their eyebrow dance off. She laughed as he messed up a few lyrics, well, she assumed he'd messed them up by the little pauses and stutters that were laced into the singing. Truth be told, she didn't know many of the lyrics, only a few in the chorus she'd heard before, so she only 'danced' along, which mostly consisted of her bobbing her head with the beat of shimmying her shoulders or something. Almost right as the song came to an end they pulled into the busy parking lot of Sal's. As he concentrated on parking she looked through the window, trying to see how busy the diner was, how many people she knew were there, stuff like that. Turns out it was quite busy,but that was to be expected, but there were only a few students there, and she didn't really know any of them properly, she'd only seen them in the hallways or at lunch. Just as she'd unplugged her seat belt and began moving to open the door she was told to wait, which left her pretty confused but glued to her seat none the less. She watched as Jensen walked round the car to her side and let a grin slip to her lips, a blush faintly colouring her cheeks. She smiled at him as she hoped out the truck, laughing at his little 'm'lady'. "And they say chivalry's dead" She remarked with a laugh as he straightened himself up again. While Jensen took his own look at the diner Iris adjusted her skirt, realising it had got moved around a bit in the short drive between her house and the diner. When she turned her attention back to him she realised he was already looking back at her with his arm out stretched. She smiled lightly, then took his hand and nodded "yeah, ready" WORDS: 387 |
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Post by Jensen Pines on Jan 5, 2016 21:27:51 GMT
She took his hand, held it softly in her grip, and Jensen couldn’t stop himself from grinning ear to ear- his cheeks heated up with a blush that seemed to be a permanent fixture on his face whilst Iris was anywhere near. That has to be a good sign, right? Hoping he was reading this right, daring to dream just a little that this night have a happier ending than he’d imagined, he laced their fingers together- his hold firm and grounding as he nodded, slightly breathless (not that he’d ever admit that he’s gotten this worked up over a little hand holding, Ashton would be in hysterics laughing over how girly Jensen is being about this) as he smiles, “Then let’s get a move on,” a soft squeeze as he smirked, “Don’t want to end up waiting for a table.” He jerked his head towards where a small family was getting out of their car, readying themselves to head in and he really didn’t want to have to stand their awkwardly waiting for someone to leave while he had other plans for the night. With another light squeeze to her hand, he tugged her behind him, beside him as she caught up. He eyed the family, who were fussing over how one of the children poured what seems to be juice down their front, for a moment before his hand was on the door, easing it open and holding it for Iris to enter first, with him following- their hands never untangling.
It was warm in Sal’s, bustling with noise and bright with grins. It didn’t take long for a worker to come over to seat them, luckily an older woman and not a student. He knew her well enough- she flirted with his dad, and he’d never understand why, but when she cocked a knowing eyebrow and smirked while asking how many, Jensen just blushed deeper and mumbled, “Just the two of us, Anne, and would it be okay if we got that booth?” He gestured with his free hand in the general direction of it, smiling softly as she nodded and grabbed up two menus.
They caught a few eyes as they made their way to the table, but he didn’t let it bother him- just led Iris to the booth with a firm hold before letting go so she could get situated on her own side as he did the same to his own. Anne dropped the menus with a wink and a promise that their waiter would be with them soon before departing, leaving them alone and sitting across from each other. Eyes scanning the menu for a moment, though he already knew what he was getting, he glanced back up at Iris and asked, “So, any clue on what you’re getting?” His lips were pulled back against his teeth, green eyes lit up with glee as he leaned back into the cushions and waited.
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Post by Iris Weata on Jan 7, 2016 9:17:09 GMT
| The grin that appeared on his face when he'd done something as simple as hold his hand was quite possibly the cutest thing Iris had ever seen, and that was saying something. Just the fact that he seemed so happy because of everything she did made her even happier that she'd agreed to come out with him tonight, and Sen knew she wouldn't regret it. She squeezed his hand in return, grinning back at him happily as he spoke. She then let her eyes wonder over to where he had jerked his head, and he saw a family climbing out of their car, the mum fussing over the little boy who had apparently managed to spill something down the front of his top. It was times like this that she doubted wanting kids, but that was another thought for another day. They were soon moving towards the diner, eyeing the family in an almost competitive way, even though by this point it was pretty obvious they were going to beat them in. She smiled at him as he opened the door for her, a silent thanks, then sort of pulled him in after her, since they seemed pretty determined to not let go of each other's hand. To was weird. She'd dated people before, and done all this same stuff before, but with Jensen it was like it was all new to her. She figured it probably had something to do with the weird on/off thing she'd had with Jasper for so long- they'd both basically been taken and in a relationship, but without doing any of the actual dating stuff. So going back to something so simple was actually really nice and refreshing for her. It just made it extra nice that her first proper date again was with someone as lovely as Jensen. The familiar warmth and bustle of Sal's was comforting to Iris, and she somehow felt more relaxed being in there, despite all the eyes of the people they knew on them. She did her best to ignore that, keeping her eyes more or less to the floor as Jensem had a sweet little conversation with the woman who was working there. She did look up to smile at her, though, just before they walked over to the booth they'd been given. "Family friend?" She asked, refuring to 'Anne' as they sat down, letting go of each other's hands again for the first time. Without his there, her hand felt weirdly empty, so she was quick to pick up the menu, even though she knew what she was probably going to get, she just wanted to know what Jensen was thinking of before she told him what she wanted. She looked back at him, her brigh blue eyes meeting his bright green, and shrugged lightly, "I'm not too sure, what about you?" She asked, slipping her jacket off, as she was a bit warm in the diner with her jumper and a jacket on. WORDS: 500 |
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Post by Jensen Pines on Jan 18, 2016 0:28:38 GMT
A blush crept over Jensen's cheeks, but for an entirely different reason, at that question. He rose a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, a nervous tick, as his eyes fell to the menu before him yet again. "Uh," he started so eloquently, nibbling on his bottom lip before he dropped his palm back onto the table and glanced up at her through his bangs, "Well, yeah. Anne and my dad," he rose his hand, gesturing at nothing before continuing, "They flirt a lot. Always had playfully, but after my parent's divorce," he shrugged, looking down again, this wasn't really a topic he liked to talk about, but he persisted, "I don't know, it got more serious? I don't think they've done anything- I mean, my dad's the kind of guy who would tell me, but they," he paused, looking for the right words, "They're kinda special. The way they look at each other, it was like the early days with my parents. I don't know," he laughs, realizing he was just making a mess of his words and butchering the explanation, "I don't think I could ever call her mom, though, if something did happen." Anne walked past then, just as he finished his mini rant with the family and the juice stained kid, and he took that as he cue to shut up and change the subject.
Cheeks cooling and eyes raising to meet hers with a soft look, he shrugged and answered, "I don't know, I'm pretty fond of their pot roast," he glanced back down at the menu and shrugged, flipping through it for a moment as he added, "Though, that's pretty heavy. Won't sit well on the rides," especially if she made him go on the swinging boat one, god that one just did not sit well with him- and he had every reason to hate it. When he was ten, Ashton was over for the summer and his dad had taken them to the fair. Long story short, the bar didn't lock down, and the two fairly skinny (who was he kidding, they were skin and bones at that age, yet to fill out- puberty years to come) boys had to hold on for dear life to not fall to their death as the boat neared going upside down. To this day, Jensen is still convinced that if not for his werewolf attributes, he would not have been strong enough to hold himself in place. He was traumatized- and also me be exaggerating about the nearly dying part, but still. He shook off the memory, pointing at the menu as he concluded, "May just get a salad." Sounds lame, oh well. He'd already eaten a bit before coming, and didn't need much more. A plate of lettuce and friends should tide him over. Maybe a milkshake too.
His eyes found hers again, a grin on his lips as he tilted his head and watched as she set her jacket aside. How could something so simple make him so happy?
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Post by Iris Weata on Jan 21, 2016 21:29:56 GMT
| Iris couldn't help but let a grin spread across her face as he explained his relationship to Anne. Obviously, she felt bad about the whole 'parents divorcing' stuff, but the bits about his dad and Anne flirting and growing closer over the last year or so warmed her heart. People always talked about how beautiful and amazing young love was- but really, it was easy to find love when you were young. Personally, she found stories about people finding love when they were ageing cuter sometimes- the way people could still find something so beautiful and charming about someone after meeting so many people and seeing so much through out their life really got to Iris. "I doubt she'd mind you not calling her mom, she seems to be pretty fond of you anyway" She said, smiling as she watched the woman walk past their table again. She then turned her attention to the menu again, chewing on her bottom lip as her bright eyes skimmed over the words again. See, she didn't want anything too big, because rides and an overly full stomach were never a good mix, but she didn't want to end up starving again half way through the night. Decisions, decisions. Almost as if he'd read her mind, Jensen said what she'd just been thinking- they wouldn't want something too heavy, just in case. A salad didn't seem as appealing to Iris as it usually would, though, as she was the type of person to get cold easily, so could probably do with something warm before they set out for an evening outside. "I don't know, i was thinking of getting fries or something like that" She replied with a shrug. Obviously, he could get a salad if he wanted, but the more she thought about those fries, the more she wanted them. WORDS: 307 |
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