Thread: All the Right Moves | ockeroid and colada

Kirov pursed his lips as be pulled into the driveway. So this was where she lived.it seemed cheery. He could see a few lights on in the house and thought the conversation would be over when he parked. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Charlotte didnt seem quite ready to do that. It was clear that Charlotte didnt always get along with her mom and he was still young enough to remember that conflicts with parents didnt just center around their children rebelling or going through a phase. Of course, they were usually too afraid to admit that because they didnt want to face what it might mean about them. Leaning against the steering wheel, he placed he head in his arms and listened as she talked about her life. An image of her in an apron with rosy cheeks, a powdered nose, and an intense expression on her face as she spelled happy birthday on a cake larger than her popped into his head when she mentioned cooking. It was enough to make a big smile spread across his face which he hid behind his arm, not wanting her to think he was poking fun at her. Classical literature and horror movies made the world go round for Kirov but he sure it wasnt for the same reasons as Charlottehe didnt actually enjoy those things for the sake of enjoying them. No, he read the books so as not to appeal stupid during intellectual conversations and watched horror movies even though he knew it would result in him looking over his shoulder for weeks to come. He supposed that made him idiocally vain but everyone had their flaws. Kirov watched her face as the subjected changed to boys and how she saw herself. Even in the dark, he could see that it was a touchy subject for her. His eyes warmed a bit as she offered to bake him a cake and he nodded. Ill hold you to that. My birthday is August 21st and I like vanilla. He sat up straighter and shifted in his seat to face her. From what I can see, youre a beautiful girl Charlotte and once you see that, the rest will fall into placeand even if youre not totally there yet, the right guy will show you just how beautiful you are. Dont ever think your body is anything other than perfect.Kirov didnt know whether he believe her or not, especially with the picture of his wife, but he meant every word. Charlotte had a quiet beauty about her that could sometimes be missed but never mistaken. She looked like a girl who was fragile and needed to be taken care of and even if that wasnt the case, men still found the thought of it attractive. Kirov still found her attractive. Clearing his throat he shrugged. Besides what man wouldnt want a girl would cooked for him. Thats honestly all you need. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel and looked at the house, noticing a shadow of someone inside. I think your parents are waiting for their little one to come inside and you still need to ice that knee. He reached behind the seat to get her duffle bag and handed it to her. He didnt think he would be received well if he stayed any longer and coming to the door seemed inappropriate as well. Especially when they had no knowledge of him bringing her home. It never crossed his mind to leave a message with Charlottes mother letting her know. He was still new at this teaching thing, moreso when it came to Charlotte it seemed. Ill see you tomorrow then. Dont forget to accept the help when its offered. He smiled good naturedly as he turned his car back on.