Thread: A Former Love :: Relix/Zexy

Well she was glad that he gave her clearance to ask anything. Or well he gave her clearance not to apologize, which she probably still would anyway. After all she was the type of person to apologize when ever she walked into a chair. It was kinda funny but at the same time a tad on the pathetic side. A lot more then a tad actually but what ever. She felt herself moving to get up when she heard his discomfort but then stopped. She was going to ask if she could see it and ask if he was really ok one more time but then decided against it. After all it would be a little odd if she went over and lifted up his shirt just to check on his wound. Now that she thought about it if she did something like that Zack would probably walk in and say something to say something that was already awkward, see them, and say something that would probably be worse then everything he had said so far. That was the last thing she wanted. I think I'll stay in my seat. Yeah, that seemed like the best option. Or at least the lest embarrassing one. The girl placed her purse down beside her, her hands resting in her lap and messing with the ends of her skirt a bit as she listened to the male speak. The was uncomfortable for two reasons at the moment. The first being it was a little nippier out here then she had anticipated and she was in a skirt. She was not a very comfy woman right now. So she kept attempting to move around in her chair an an attempt to get comfortable. Right now she had her head resting on one arm, her back in the seat, and her legs hanging over the edge. Not the best thing for her neck but what ever. The fact that she had to listen to a sad story, something she wasn't all that fond of. When ever she heard a story that was sad, or anywhere near depressing she got all emo on the inside and a little gloomy. So to avoid this she normally just tuned the person telling the story out if she could but right now...she couldn't. As much as she wanted to something in her body just wouldn't allow her to, maybe because it just wouldn't be right. So she sat, or well laid, and she listened, taking in the lies the man fed her. It was a little hard to imagine him and Zack switching places. The thought of Zack being anything close to reserved was just a bit too odd. Well he didn't mind telling her the story as much as she minded hearing it, but she didn't say anything about it. Instead she traced small circles on her legs, her eyes focused up on the night sky above. It wasn't exactly what she was looking for but she wasn't sure exactly what she was looking for, what she wanted him to say. But that wasn't it, she knew that. It might help her in some way later on but right now that was nothing she really desired to know. It only made her a little upset. Letting out a small sigh she turned her attention to the man, not entirely sure what to say. Well I have to get the questions together in my head first. The last thing I said didn't make much since, or I wasn't specific enough. To be honest I don't know what I want to know about you that would help satisfy my curiosity. Maybe the more I'm around you the sooner I'll figure out what I want to know. I have a time limit but hopefully I'll figure something out before then. Yeah...probably not. Little did she know that odd thing she felt about him wasn't something she would have ever guessed, or expected for that matter. Aaliyah had to admit, she didn't want to spend her entire night prying into the mans personal life. She was curious but not to the point where she would be noisy. Bending her back a little more she grabbed her purse from beside the chair she placed the item on her stomach, rummaging through it. Well for she might as well try and get her thoughts together but in the mean time...Her phone rang, not what she was reaching for but ok. Excuse me for just a minute. she grabbed the small device from her bag, My Chemical Romance's Vampire's Will Never Hurt You playing as the ring tone. If she knew what the man so close to her was it probably would have been funny. Hello? Victoria! The girl removed the phone from her ear, cringing a bit as her mother yelled her name. Do you have to do that? Well I'm just glad your alive you didn't call back. Crap...she didn't. That meant this could be one really long conversation if she didn't do something about it. Listen mom. As much as you want to yell at my about how happy you are I didn't crash I have to go.. Why? I'm talking to someone. A guy? her mom wanted her to get laid just as much as Emily did so she could have grandchildren. Most mothers didn't want that from their twenty one year old daughters. But her mom was just...out there. Yes mom... And he's a living, breathing guy with a heart beat? Once again, would have been a little funny if she knew what Vincent was. Yes...Can I call you later before you say something that makes me want to throw my phone? And at the end of that sentence the side of the line went dead. Why couldn't she do that any other time? Sorry about that... shoving the device back into her pocket, taking out her sketch book and pencils. Would it be rude to draw while talking to a person? Maybe but she needed something to do to get her creative juices flowing. So she opened up a blank page and looked to the man a few feet on her. Well he was something to draw and so she started. But let me say now I honestly don't want to ask you that many questions. I don't want to be a snoop.