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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 26, 2006 15:35:53 GMT -5
Pulling up in front of his own property, Cole switched into his parking lot and shut off the vehicle. He'd taken constant glances into his rearview mirror, and was therefore quite certain Elizabeth was right behind him the entire way.
Climbing out, he took his laptop, leaning against the side of the vehicle as he waited for her to make an appearance as well. He noted his cousin's subcab pick-up truck in the driveway, still not knowing how the girl drove that thing. She was so short, and he often wondered how she managed to see over the dashboard.
Shrugging to himself, he looked towards the street yawning slightly. Either she was home, or she wasn't. He could never be too sure since she didn't always take her car with her. Maybe she was walking her dog, as she did do that on occasion at night-time. Well hopefully, as he wanted a night alone with E.V. It wasn't that he planned to jump her bones...but alone just the two of them seemed nice. [/color][/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 26, 2006 15:44:07 GMT -5
Pulling in Behind Cole, Elizabeth let her car run idle, for a moment as she finished the convertion she was having on her phone. It was in Russian, and to her brother. Saying her god bye to her brother, Elizabeth dropped the phone on the seat, pulled her keys out and stepped from her car. She left her bag and her shoes on the seat next to her, showing of her hot red toe nail polish and silver toe ring. Elizabeth shut her door locked it and made her way from the car to Cole, with a bounce in her step.
Standing next to Cole, Elizabeth pushed her keys in her pocket and planted a kiss on his check and waited to be lead inside.
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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 26, 2006 16:18:16 GMT -5
"No shoes?" Cole asked with a smirk, looking down at her cute toes. He shook his head, kissing her cheek before taking her hand and leading her over to his home. Slipping the key into the lock, he twisted it and opened the door, stepping aside so Elizabeth could go in first. "So, wanna watch a movie?" he asked her, stretching upward.
It was a simple apartment, having what both him and his cousin needed to be comfortable. A black leather couch was located in the living room, a flat screen television facing it but against the wall. Amber didn't like it but whatever, he didn't care. It was the perfect asset to a bachelor pad, well, he had been single up until now...he thought.
"Question Elizabeth. Are we a couple? Or am I just some boytoy?" he asked, using her phrase from earlier when discussing her friend. He hoped not. [/color][/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 26, 2006 16:27:38 GMT -5
“No shoes. Yes, “Elizabeth and leaned up and gave him a kiss on the check. “You’re my boyfriend. As of now. Weather you like it or not. But I’m sure you do. I would love to watch a movie with you, Cole.” Elizabeth said, stepping in with a grin on her face.
Elizabeth looked over the house, getting comfortable with it. It seemed like a place she would go to hide out from the world, to hang out and do nothing all day but sit on her ass and watch TV. She was in love with it.
“It’s so cute, and cozy…” Elizabeth said, turning her head toward him smiling from ear to ear, honestly pleased with it.
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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 26, 2006 16:50:23 GMT -5
Smiling himself, Cole planted a brief tender kiss on her lips, glad she thought so. "Good. I well and like it," he said, closing the door behind them and then waving his hand to the couch. "Have a seat. Yeah, cozy is good. I don't feel rushed when I'm here. The world just all of a sudden feels...peaceful," he stated, shrugging. "I'll be right back."
Moving over to his bedroom, he opened the door and moved to his computer desk, setting the laptop next to his desktop computer. Picking his clothes up, he dumped them in the hamper before taking off his shoes, padding barefoot back to where Elizabeth was. "So, any type of movie you'd prefer to watch?" he asked her, making his way to the couch. [/color][/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 26, 2006 17:07:29 GMT -5
Plopping down on the couch, Elizabeth bouncing lightly and brought her chins to her shin, she watched Cole leave and return.
“I can’t stand documanries, and I have to cuddle with someone when I watch scary ones. Other then that, I don’t really care…” Elizabeth said trailing off, spinning the little ball on her tongue around between her teeth. Elizabeth though about what had happened between them in the last few days, their conversions, what they did and didn’t do together. Elizabeth gaze flipped to Cole’s eyes as she studied his features she though about everything she knew about him.
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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 26, 2006 17:29:17 GMT -5
"Alright then," Cole said with a nod, walking over to the stacks of DVD's and trying to search for a suitable one. "Ha, how about an oldie? Namely Grease?" he asked with a smirk, having just ran his fingers over it. Amberlynn must have purchased that one, for he really couldn't remember picking it up. Either way, it was a good one to have in the collection. "Crap. Too many to choose from," he muttered.
"See that painting behind you?" he said, turning to glance at her and taking a break from searching for a DVD. "Well, Amber did it. It's my family and hers," he stated, thinking she might as well see how they all looked.
It was done in color, Amber having added herself after by using a picture of herself. It was in the living room of her parent's house. Three indivuals occupied a white couch, and a male was present within an armchair beside it, his hand entwined with the fingers of the female nearest himself. Those two were Amber's parents, her mom Jhasmine a splitting image of herself. The male on the couch sat stoicly, a small smile upon his unwrinkled face. Only one thing betrayed his age, and that was the grey hair at the temples of his earth brown hair. His sons practically looked liked him, except Ryder, who'd taken a bit of both of his parents appearances.
"That's my dad," he pointed out the man. "Thomas Hill. Next to him is my mom. Aint she a beauty?" he asked with a small smile. The woman's head was laid atop her husband's shoulder, pale blonde hair cascading to her shoulders in loose ringlets. Her make-up was done perfectly, and her outfit a two-piece skirt suit. She still had her figure, even after spitting out three kids.
"Then behind them. Well, you already know me," he said with a chuckle, the middle child with the smirk upon his face. "One of the left of me is my brother Clyde, the oldest, and on the right is Christopher, the youngest. Everyone calls him Ryder though..." As the words left his lips, his eyes widened slightly. "Oh shit. He was supposed to get here today," he muttered, frowning. Maybe his brother had been by and he wouldn't have been the wiser since he hadn't been home most of the day. Oh well, he was a big boy. Nothing would stop him from checking into a hotel. [/font][/color]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 26, 2006 17:42:07 GMT -5
“Wow…” Elizabeth mumbled and laid her head against the back of the couch, looking at the different people. They were just as Cole had described them. Fumbling for the wallet that laid in the back of her jean, Elizabeth plucked it from the pocket and began to go threw the same stack of pictures. The first one Elizabeth came to find was a brown haired baby looking about 2 or three. She was standing in front of the twin towers in the middle of winter wearing one of those cute little girl dresses that, on a grown woman, would look silly. Elizabeth laid the picture down on the couch. “Guess who…” she mumbled.
The next was of her parents, sitting in the parlor of Elizabeth’s mother home. Her mother was a beautiful Russian woman, named Anya, who looked like a ballet dancer, and had the same form and figure as Elizabeth. Her father was a tall black headed man name Alexander. The two were sitting in two separate chairs across the table from one another, sipping on glasses of wine.
“My mother Anya, and Father Alexander.” Elizabeth said, turning to look at Cole. “Yea, Your mother is beautiful.”
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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 26, 2006 19:12:49 GMT -5
Loading the DVD player with the Grease disc, he walked over to her, sitting beside her as she showed the pictures. He picked the one of the two year old up, grinning lightly. "Well were'n't you the the cutest," he said with a small chuckle, very much meaning it. "You'll make good kids, since you've just grown up to be completely gorgeous," he stated sincerely, setting the picture down before glancing at the other. "Nice picture," he said of the one with her parents. "I see where you get your good looks from."
Settling back in the couch, he looked at her. "So, anything you'd like to eat? Drink?" he asked her, thinking he might as well go get it before pressing 'play'. "I'm sure there's a box of popcorn in there somewhere," he mused. [/color][/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 26, 2006 19:35:48 GMT -5
“I love them… and me, “Elizabeth added, ignoring him halfway.
“Whatever you want, Babe.” Elizabeth said pushing the pictures back into her wallet. Thinking over her plan for the night, weather she planned to stay or not, and how far she was willing to let him take her. In her head it went like this:
‘Your gonna do him, right??’
‘Maybe’
‘Liar’
‘Fuck Off’
‘Real Mature’
‘I’m talking to myself…this isn’t good…’
And:
“Are you staying tonight??’
‘I don’t know’
‘Liar’
‘Fuck Off’
‘Shit, I’m doing it again….’
Elizabeth wiped her mind clear and rolled her eyes to the floor thinking about what Cole had said early. “I don’t want you to pay me back…” She mumbled into the air.
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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 26, 2006 20:11:57 GMT -5
"Like I love mine," Colby said with a nod, just before standing up. He made his way to the kitchen area, searching through cabinets for the popcorn box. Locating it, he opened the microwave and set an individual package in before making his way to the refrigerator. He grabbed two bottles of water, setting them on the counter and leaning forward on his elbows. Tonight better go well, as the afternoon had been ruined unwantedly. A nice movie...popcorn...his girlfriend, the only things needed for an enjoyable night.
The ping of the microwave snapped him from his thoughts, so he opened the door, removing the now swollen package. Emptying the contents into a bowl, he discarded of the package and made his way back to Elizabeth. He set the bottles of water on the coffee table and picked up the remote, pressing play finally. The lights were out, setting the perfect mood.
His hand found its way around her shoulders, gently pulling her towards his body as the opening scenes to the movie began flashing. He didn't usually talk much during movies, but if she wanted to, he didn't mind. [/color][/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 27, 2006 16:20:49 GMT -5
Elizabeth let her self fall on to Cole’s shoulder. Slipping her arms around his waist she closed her eyes, kissed his neck, and settled into one spot, more listening to the movie than watching it. Elizabeth couldn’t remember the last time she just sat around with a boyfriend and watched a movie. She couldn’t remember the last time she just sat down to do nothing at all. She was always doing something, or talking to someone, playing tennis, trying to make it in the modeling world, spoiling Sparkle, and trying to be the OC’s top bitch. Jeez, isn’t life hard being a princess.
Thinking to herself, Elizabeth started to roll the baby blue barbell against her teeth and she pulled her legs up under her and leaned against Cole.
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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 27, 2006 17:04:20 GMT -5
Actually watching the movie, Cole ate some of the popcorn, his head lightly leaning against Elizabeth's. This was cozy, nice. In fact, it was better than a night out anyday.
Looking up when he heard the door open, he sighted Amber walking it, seeing the curious look on her face when she saw he was with someone. He hoped she didn't bother them though, and she didn't, for once being nice and walking around the back of her couch and to her own bedroom. Seeing the door close, he smiled, mentally reminding himself to thank her. Hey, the girl could be annoying, but he guessed anyone could have their moments.
It was still early in the night, so he wondered how long she'd stay in there. No way would she go to sleep at this hour, and so she'd probably do some work or whatever. Glancing down at Elizabeth, he kissed her forehead, then did the same to the tip of her nose, before placing a soft kiss on her lips. Setting his forehead against hers, he stared into her eyes. "What you thinking about?" he asked her, his thumb stroking her cheek. [/color][/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 27, 2006 17:22:57 GMT -5
“How bad my ass is gonna get kicked because I not doing something productive and because I’d rather spend the time with you.” Elizabeth replied, with a sweet sigh and nuzzled his neck. Elizabeth had answered honestly. There were millions of things she could be doing. College application, applying into another programming company, designing, figuring out Sparkle’s going to be at all times so she would actually see her own dog… The list went on…
“What are /you/ thinking about?” She asked looking up at him, and then down at the floor wondering all the possible answers to this questions.
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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 28, 2006 2:26:48 GMT -5
Smirking lightly, Cole said, "But you /are/ doing something productive. Spending time with your guy is helping with us learning more about each other. If that aint productive, I don't know what is." His knuckles brushed her cheeks, just before trailing to her hair, his fingers entangling within the locks.
"Besides why my cousin ain't annoying me tonight?" he asked. "Well, just you," he answered her question, a small smile upon his face. "You've been on my mind since last night Elizabeth Martin...and even more so today. I'd be lying if I said I haven't been thinking about you. And no, it's not in the sexual way. Just the person, and what you've done for me." Remembering her earlier comment about him not paying her back, he looked her straight in the eye. "Fine, I won't pay you back. Under one condition," he began, deciding this was the only way he'd be making a concession. "You don't do anything like that for me again. Promise?" [/color][/font]
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