He knew he was late, but hey, why should he care? Alfred took a seat next to Arthur, who scowled at his behavior. The American shot a goofy grin towards Natalia, his blue irises shimmering through the glasses he wore with the light of childishness. Good thing I have my library card, 'cause I'm checking you out! The cheesy pick-up lines had been running through his mind all morning. Now if he could only use one without being shot...
I chuckled at the comment and waltzed over to him, smiling in silent gratitude at the given question. "It would be appreciated," I replied, sticking my hands in my pockets. My smile was soon reduced to a fine line as I leaned somewhat on the counter and observed the place even more. The motion was more of a concentration one, as if stuck in my thoughts.
"I was just thinking about how much different lifestyles can be,"I replied calmly, taking a sip of my beverage. "There's the path of the baker, who lives in a small house in a small neighborhood, and then there's the path of the musician, who lives in a large house in the country."
If he were to look hard enough he would find a peaceful sparkle. "I choose neither," I replied with a smirk. "I pick the lawyer, who has a semi- large house in a suburb near the beach." The peaceful shimmer was replaced with a childish one, the ones that held a history of laughter and wisdom.
I pursed my lips in thought, my chocolate orbs narrowing for a mere second of consideration. What did I do for fun that wasn't utterly boring? "Well, sometimes I surf..." I trailed off, beaming. "...And other times I mess around with my dogs. They're so cute!" I replied, grinning ever so widely. I was always a little happier around people I trusted, as well as talking about my dogs.
I hopped off of my chair, trailing after Jason with that grin still plastered on my face. "I'd love to!" I replied, sauntering into the room somewhat next to him. When I met the dog, I let it sniff my hand before I did anything. I knelt down to it's height on my knees, patting it's head and chuckling. "Aw, you're very cute." I cooed, my dimple carving into my cheek.
"It's-" The dog licked my face, muting me. I laughed brightly, setting Joey on the ground and scratching the plump little canine's belly. "-Elizabeta. Just call me Liz." I smiled thoughtfully at Jason before petting the dog once more.
I looked up at Jason with the coffee colored eyes filled with warmth and smiled softly. I slowly stood from my position on the floor, turning around and replying with: "How could I forget." There was a pink tinge to my face as I kissed him gently.
"And I have no clue what you're talking about." I told him, my eyes boring into his. By the tone of my voice you could tell I was being utterly honest. No need to lie. "How could you be any less deserving, Jason? You're not a bad person for being wealthy. You're also not a bad person for being gorgeous either." A smile played at my lips, although I was dead serious.
I lazily threw my arms around his neck, smirking. "You say that like it's a surprise..." I tilted my head childishly, both of my adjacent dimples indenting into my cheek. "...When damn, you're way more attractive than the people I grew up with."
I pressed my forehead softly against his, rolling my eyes with a soft fragment of a smile that was beginning to stir on my face. "You know, your opinion and my opinion can be different things. My mother taught me that everyone has a little bit of insecurity about them. It's true." My expression changed to vaguely serious. "Now you listen to me, Jason. I am not some wh*re from some local bar who just wants your body and money. I am not some sweetheart from the diner who likes you for your personality. I am some sweet yet sour girl from Tennessee who likes you for both personality and looks." My lips crashed onto his yet again to make my statement true.
At the first given sentence I found myself shaking my head. "Aren't we all..." My sentence was cut short, for I trailed off when Jason announced the confession. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, turning me at least fifty shades of pink and red. "...I like you too, boo." It was a cheesy line but I always thought it was cute when people used cheesy stuff in the movies.
As was he. I grinned between kisses. "Southern thing." I came up for another kiss, brushing my lips over his and wrapping my arms around his neck. "And, it rhymed." A chuckle was emitted from my throat.
Do I really look that young? Well, at least that won't be a big problem when I'm sixty... "Twenty-one." I replied, my voice curious. I blinked, my brown puppy eyes staring at him. That's right, I had my first drink at a wedding a few months ago.
"Dynamite comes in small packages, honey," I replied smartly, using the old excuse we shorter ones would use as kids. We would also use the term 'fun size'. I smirked, kissing his nose. "I know what you're asking for, and I've accepted your request." I went full on, kissing Jason's neck.
"How thoughtful," I choked, resisting the urge to groan at the touch. "But you worry about yourself." The Godiva irises were shimmering with warmth, and a small smile of softness was plastered onto her alabaster skin. She had let the very few guards she had down, making her seem more innocent than usual.
The sun was a vile creature that morning, blistering my eyes as it threatened to wake my sleep (which it had already succeeded in). I attempted to move but was curled against someone else, so I just decided to let my sore muscles rest for a minute or two. The brown eyes were still hazy with the thick fog of sleep, but they were wide open.
I had literally forced myself to get dressed. I honestly felt the need to surprise him, no matter how mature I thought I was. I sneaked behind the area in which he was sitting, then leaned over the top like a cowboy in the 1800's. "Howdy there," I greeted with a wink.
I smiled that signature grin, walking around the couch and sitting next to Jason rather than jumping (like I did as a kid). "Poker, eh? Cool." I nodded in acknowledgement, kissing his cheek. "Sorry to interrupt so abruptly; keep doing what you were doing." I told him as if sensing this was somewhat important.
