Thread: A Former Love :: Relix/Zexy

I suppose that would be one version of snooping. But that can also be called stalking, or being really perverted, or obsessed. And last I checked I don't think I was any of those over you. Not saying that there wasn't reason to be. Because there was plenty of reasons to be each of those things with this man. He was attractive, a gentleman, and wasn't perverted. The first one was nice but the last two were really important to her. She hadn't met a gentleman in awhile, or at least not one that was under the age of forty...Older people it was easy to find polite men and women, with younger people, not so much. that was probably the man reason she didn't date, because she couldn't find a man that 1. Could keep his eyes to her face and no where other then that, 2. Was actually polite, and 3. She felt as if she could trust. She hated dated a couple of people who she through could do all three of those things but it turns out they failed. Epically failed. Vincent on the other thing was all three of those things and didn't seem fake about any of it and she could respect that. How long? she tapped a pencil against her chin lightly, thinking about an answer. My mom says since I was really little but I didn't really start doing anything I could take seriously until I entered high school.. But that wasn't by choice either. Her mother had wanted her to take an art class so had written it on her schedule when she wasn't looking and turned it in the school. After that she was stuck there. She kinda hated it at first but then realized she was actually pretty good at it...As for his next question well, that made her blush. Honestly? Well I wouldn't say even... It might not have been a good idea for him to tell them that she had drawn him last night but... Let's just put it this way, I owe you one more picture of me and then we're even. She'd show him the picture later. Maybe...Actually no, no she wouldn't. The last thing he probably wanted to see was himself in seventeenth century regal clothing. But she'd focus on the here and now for the moment. She needed to hurry up and finish up this picture so he could get down and then she'd check his stomach, weird looking or not. She looked up once more, her head titled to the side a bit. I know you weren't trying to over hear. My mom just has a set of lungs that can rival that of an opera singers so I would be surprised if you didn't hear it. But no, it's not. The next thing he said about her not telling him because they were pretty much strangers was both true and false. But she listened to him, obviously trying to work something out in his head about her real name. Why did it matter so much? Now that she thought about it though Zack had mentioned something earlier about a woman named Victoria and how she looked nothing like her, Vincent on the other hand seemed to disagree. But yes, my real name is Victoria but that's not what I like to go by. Placing her page marker on the current page in her book she closed it, placing her pencils down and moving so she was standing right beside the man. I didn't tell you because we're complete and total strangers, that was part of the reason but not all of it. You see, I never really liked the name Victoria. When I was born the woman that helped my mother give me birth called me Aaliyah when she first saw me. My dad liked the name, mom didn't. So I ended up getting named Victoria but my dad always called me Aaliyah. I always liked it better so I just started going by it. She had always felt that the name Victoria was a bit...well, to good or her, that it didn't really belong to her. A name didn't along to a single person so it was a bit crazy but thats how she felt. But when I get to know a person really well, or when I meet someone I can trust I'll tell them my real name so I treat it like a secret of some sort, sometimes they call me by my real name and others just stick with Aaliyah. That's what Emily did. Dunno why though, I'm just weird like that. If you want to call me Victoria though you can, I wouldn't mind. She couldn't help but to laugh as he explained how he couldn't explain his actions at all. It was true, he couldn't. But that was ok, she didn't want him to. But she placed her hands behind her back, taking in what he said. She didn't find him weird, awkward, or confusing, she did agree with the fact that he seemed out of place but she was ok with that. She kinda liked that. Normal hm? She placed her hand on his shoulder lightly, just enough so he wouldn't fall anyway. I'm going to check on you're cut ok? But just know that I don't think you're weird, awkward, or confusing. I think you're honest, sweet, and a gentleman. But even if you were all those other things I'd still like you anyway. With her free hand she reached down, checking at the door to make sure no one was coming before lifting up his shirt a little bit. It didn't look terrible or too bad. It looked like it was healing pretty quickly actually. A little weird but ok. Why aren't you normal now? If you don't mind me asking.