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Post by Narwhal on Nov 21, 2013 20:37:29 GMT -6
-----------------------» stefan james west Stefan grinned, honking the horn a couple times to annoy her. He continued singing the lyrics off-pitch, happy to see her laughing. She had a good laugh. It was cheery and gorgeous. She was gorgeous. He smiled at the thought, tearing his gaze off of her and looking back onto the road.
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Post by Bri on Nov 21, 2013 20:40:07 GMT -6
Ciera laughed, shaking her head when he honked the horn. It was fun to be free for once and not worry about what others think about you. When she was around her two faced friends every single movement she made was being judged, but now she felt free. Stefan knew things about her no one else did and seen her do things no one else had. Even if they didn't stay friends or speak after this, she was glad to have at least one night to be herself.
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Post by Narwhal on Nov 21, 2013 20:53:51 GMT -6
-----------------------» stefan james westStefan took a deep breath when the song ended, ”Just so you know, I only did that because you looked sad,”he told her, offering her a warm smirk. It wasn’t long before they came across the school. He sighed, pulling his car into the lot before parking in the student area of the lot. ”It was pretty chill talking to you Ciera,” he said, her name rolling off his tongue slowly towards the end. He shut off the car after a moment, yawning and stepping out. - - - - - - - - - - -character; stefan james west wordcount; 000 words lyrics; headband – b.o.b
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Post by Bri on Nov 21, 2013 20:56:16 GMT -6
Ciera blinked in surprise then slowly got out of the car, looking over at him. "Thank you...It was nice talking to you too...this is the best time I've had in a while." she looked down. "I-I guess I'll see you around."
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Post by Narwhal on Nov 21, 2013 21:08:31 GMT -6
-----------------------» stefan james westStefan nodded, unable to help feeling happy about his short time with her. However, he still felt… Distant. ”Yeah, me too,” he said with a small smile, digging his hands into his pockets. He was tempted to kiss her, but no. He didn’t want her to get the wrong idea. What if she liked him too much? He didn’t want that. Nobody should like him like that. ”Yeah, um, talk to you later blondie,” he said, smirking down at her before beginning to back away from her. - - - - - - - - - - -character; stefan james west wordcount; 000 words lyrics; headband – b.o.b
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Post by Bri on Nov 21, 2013 21:12:21 GMT -6
She looked at him and nodded, "Yeah..." she said awkwardly, wanting to kiss him, but instead, ducked her head down and started walking down to the dormitories, her hair falling forward around her face.
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Post by Narwhal on Nov 21, 2013 21:29:18 GMT -6
-----------------------» stefan james westStefan smiled, ”See you around,”he said, leaning against his car as he watched her hurry off. He wondered if he had made her uncomfortable, unhappy because he might have. He bit his tongue, huffing and rolling his eyes. Of course he did. He had the tendency to ruin everything. He scratched his cheek, annoyed slightly. - - - - - - - - - - -character; stefan james west wordcount; 000 words lyrics; headband – b.o.b
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Post by Bri on Nov 21, 2013 21:32:36 GMT -6
Ahe turned around, walking backwards and waved at him, offering a smile, then turned and walked into the dormitories.
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Post by Narwhal on Nov 21, 2013 22:37:55 GMT -6
-----------------------» stefan james westFAST FORWARD
Stefan huffed, looking at the ten-or-so pucks he had placed amongst the court near the goal, all in different positions, each in a stranger place. His goal was to make them all into the net. He took a deep breath, skating over to wear he placed his hockey stick. He had been at the rink for hours, just practicing. He had gotten into a fight with his mom—who wouldn’t stop nagging him about his grades, already. He didn’t need to listen to her shit. It was obnoxious as hell. So, he had just gone to the rink to cool off some steam. He didn’t even see him mom all that often, but she constantly called him and stupid shit like that. It was obnoxious beyond belief. But, the rink always helped for some reason. He couldn’t explain it. Something about hockey just... helped. It was better when his dad was there too, but considering he still lived in Alaska, they couldn’t play together as often. It sucked, but there was nothing he could do.
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Post by Bri on Nov 21, 2013 22:41:30 GMT -6
Ciera wandered into the building that housed the hockey rink, humming softly under her breath as she tacked up a flyer advertising the home coming week festivities. So far she had been the only one on the committee who was hanging up posters and such, and it was getting annoying to her, but she signed up for the work. She was about to stick a tack into the paper when she heard noises from the rink and slowly looked over, tilting her head when she saw Stefan, her heart beating faster.
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Post by Narwhal on Nov 21, 2013 22:49:53 GMT -6
-----------------------» stefan james westStefan sped towards the puck, bracing his stick before thrusting his arms, shooting the puck into he goal perfectly. He slowed to a stop and smirked, going to the next puck. He backed up a little, scratching his cheek. He unzipped his jacket absently, yawning tiredly. What time was it? He needed sleep. But, he still needed to blow off some steam. He skated towards the next puck hastily, hitting it with ease. It nearly missed the net, but luckily made it into the goal. He sighed faintly, pulling his phone out with his gloved hand, checking the time. It was almost eleven. He would leave… at midnight. That was a good time to leave. He didn’t really know what he would be doing for the next hour or so, but it was okay. He didn’t feel like going back to his dorm at the moment, honestly.
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Post by Bri on Nov 21, 2013 23:02:40 GMT -6
Ciera stopped her work and watched curiously. Amazed at how fast Stefan could be, and how aggressive. She quickly stuck the paper to the bulletine board and slowly walked down the stairs, closer to the rink.
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Post by Narwhal on Nov 23, 2013 15:17:45 GMT -6
Stefan pulled off his gloves and rubbed his temples, huffing. He wished he could stay there forever. He could live off of popsicles, right? He thrusted a hand through his hair and closed his eyes. He knew he needed sleep, but this was just so much better. How could he say no to playing hockey? Or, well, practicing? He couldn't help just wanting to keep playing. It was like a drug for him. He never wanted to stop, and whenever he was away from hockey, he just got moody.
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Post by Bri on Nov 23, 2013 15:26:56 GMT -6
Ciera watched him curiously, not sure whether to say anything. She didn't want to distract him or make him made, so she stood quietly by the rink, holding her papers in her arms.
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Post by Narwhal on Nov 23, 2013 15:34:59 GMT -6
Stefan took a deep breath and yawned, opening his eyes again, only to see Ciera. He jumped, "Fuck," he swore, surprised to see her there. He frowned a little, "What are you doing here?" he asked, skating towards her. He wondered how long she had been standing there. Was she stalking him or something? He wanted to think no, since that would be super weird. But still, he felt slightly self-conscious knowing she had been watching him.
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Post by Bri on Nov 23, 2013 15:40:34 GMT -6
She quickly looked down, "S-sorry, I was doing some extra work for the home coming committee since no one else was doing anything and I saw you...I was surprised that you played hockey. I'm sorry for being weird, I'll leave you be." she turned to leave the rink, hoping that he would let her stay.
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Post by Narwhal on Nov 23, 2013 15:47:56 GMT -6
Stefan rubbed his shoulder, staring at her curiously, "You can stay... if you want to," he said slowly, studying her backside and her ass with a smirk. "But yeah, hockey," he nodded. It was his life. He wouldn't change that ever. He slid to the edge and climbed out, clambering over to her and taking one of her posters from her hand, "Homecoming. Fun," he studied the poster and snickered, rolling his eyes halfheartedly.
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Post by Bri on Nov 23, 2013 15:50:01 GMT -6
She looked over at him and shrugged, "I just have to hang these stupid things since no one else will." she looked him up and down, slowly turning to face him. "Do you enjoy looking at my butt?" she asked sarcastically.
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Post by Narwhal on Nov 23, 2013 15:58:27 GMT -6
Stefan arched a brow, "Do you need help?" he asked, although he didn't really want to pin up a bunch of stupid posters for a event he didn't care for. When Ciera turned back and questioned him, he grinned widely, "Well what can I say? You have a great ass," he told her honestly, shrugging his shoulders. He felt bad for sounding like a dick, although honestly, he didn't want her to like him or even be friends with him. She could do better.
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Post by Bri on Nov 23, 2013 16:06:17 GMT -6
She shook her head. "You don't have to drag yourself into this boring shit, especially since you don't care for home coming." she raised an eyebrow, "Well, thanks. I believe these jeans make it look better."
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