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Post by cameron james smith on Jul 27, 2012 21:10:19 GMT -5
He leaned forward, taking a look at all the books in her bag. "That's neat. After I left home, I never really picked up a book again." It was true. His mother used to make him read everyday, and he was always at school. But after, he dropped just about everything. Cameron smiled, looking back up to her. "How's your mother and Rosie?" He thought it was only polite to ask, not to mention it was easier to talk about her than him. "Would you like to go somewhere and sit down? Those books must be heavy."
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Post by elaine mave o'carroll on Jul 27, 2012 21:48:19 GMT -5
"I like to read when it's raining. And we're supposed to be getting a lot of rain soon." She said quietly. She didn't like having to always stay inside when it rained, but she couldn't help it much. It wasn't really her fault. "Oh, they're doing well. Thank you." She said with a smile. She would have told him that her father would be coming home soon, but she didn't want to talk his ear off. He was just a nice boy who'd helped her the other day. A nice boy she'd thought about an awful lot..
"That sounds nice, sure." She told him quietly, and started walking over to one of the tables out by a restruant at the corner.
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Post by cameron james smith on Jul 27, 2012 22:01:15 GMT -5
His hands were back into his pockets, it was a habit. Almost like someone who picked their nails or smoked. The only difference is, those two caused physical damage where as his caused emotional. Each time Cameron reached into his pocket, he felt like he was holding onto something he couldn't have. His eyes were focused on Elaine though, hearing every word she said. A soft smile played across his lips as she said her family was doing good.
Cameron followed her over to the table, taking the seat across from her. "Is the dress the gift your father got you?" He asked, forcing his hands from his pocket. They sat on the table, fingers interlaced with him leaned forward some.
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Post by elaine mave o'carroll on Jul 27, 2012 22:06:03 GMT -5
She nodded, pulling the bag off her back and sitting it on the table in front of her. "He got it for me while he's away on business." She said quietly, looking over at a couple walking past. She propped her elbow on the table, playing absently with the curls in her hair as she watched the people pass. Something about the boy was.. untouchable. Like she could never have him even if she tried. Which was how she pretty much felt about everyone. But this boy was even more untouchable than the president, as far as she was concerned. She twirled her hair around her finger, her eyes dropping to the ground.
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Post by cameron james smith on Jul 27, 2012 22:15:14 GMT -5
He nodded, smiling softly as he watched her. It was quite funny how she would glance his way and then somewhere else. But Cameron always found the littlest things funny. "That's nice of him, and it looks beautiful on you." Another cute grin before he looked to the passing couple. "Is he coming back soon?" He asked quietly before his tongue ran across his lips, another strange habit when he didn't have a drink. "Do I look funny? Because it seems like you never want to look at me." Cameron chuckled softly as he turned his gaze back to her.
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Post by elaine mave o'carroll on Jul 27, 2012 22:20:54 GMT -5
She smiled at his compliment. "Well, thank you. And yes. He'll be home at the end of the week. And then he has to leave again for Chicago, and then New Orleans." She told him. Her father never seemed to be home. But he always made sure to send them packages when he was away, and spent every moment with them when he was home. She blushed a bit at his question, shaking her head slowly. "No. My mother just told me it's rude to stare." She said quietly, catching his gaze for a moment. "And a lady shouldn't be rude. But I can sit and watch you, if you'd like." She teased, even if she'd never do that.
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Post by cameron james smith on Jul 27, 2012 22:30:42 GMT -5
Cameron was always around his father, whether it be morning or night. His father always worked different shifts, but he had grown up with that and his father was always there for at least one meal. He didn't know what it felt like to not have a father around. It seemed like she loved him a lot, and he thought of her. He chuckled softly at her response, looking down at the table for a moment. "Well, I wouldn't mind. I just wanted to make sure there was nothing wrong with me." She was very different to him. Nice, and caring, not to mention, stunning. He smirked, and leaned back in his chair, feet moving a bit further away from the chair. "What do you like to do besides read?"
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Post by elaine mave o'carroll on Jul 27, 2012 22:37:08 GMT -5
She offered him a smile, her eyes tracing over his face before she looked back out at the street. She sat up a little straighter, folding her hands in her lap. "Well, for the most part I sew all of my and my mom's clothes. Besides the ones my dad sends to us. And I do a lot of cooking. When Rosie isn't cooking. And I occasionally watch the little girl down the road for her daddy. She's the cutest little thing. She's six months, I believe. And has a head full of blonde hair." She messed with one of her fingers, looking down into her lap. As far as she knew, she would spend the rest of her life alone with no kids of her own.
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Post by cameron james smith on Jul 27, 2012 22:48:03 GMT -5
His elbows rested on the metal arm rests of the chair as he got more comfortable. "You're really talented. I'm not any good at sewing, and I can barely cook." He shrugged, smirking softly at the mention of the little girl. "She must be tiny, and with a full head of hair? Adr-" He stopped, mentally biting his tongue. "I'm surprised you haven't met someone to have your own kids with. I figured you were taken when I first bumped into you." Cameron hoped she didn't ask, because he didn't want to lie. And not answering didn't seem like a good idea either. But he had to do one or the other.
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Post by elaine mave o'carroll on Jul 27, 2012 22:56:33 GMT -5
She nodded. "Oh yes. She's a small little thing. But she had a head full of hair when she was born. She was just blessed." She said quietly. The way he'd cut himself off, she was almost positive he had a child he for some reason didn't want to speak about. Which meant that he was taken. That was fine by her, she supposed. It made things a lot less awkward on her part. "Ah.. No.. I don't uh.. I don't really have much to do with the whole dating thing.. I might just adopt a little baby one day and call it quits. That's enough for me." She wasn't really a complicated person.
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Post by cameron james smith on Jul 27, 2012 23:01:27 GMT -5
He chuckled softly, shaking his head a bit. "Why not? You seem like a wonderful woman. I don't see how anyone could resist that." Cameron was back to watching her, and the little movements she made. He wasn't just being polite anymore, he was being honest. She had crossed his mind countless times over the past four days, and seeing her again had been just what he wanted even if he was dead set on finding something else.
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Post by elaine mave o'carroll on Jul 27, 2012 23:08:02 GMT -5
She shrugged, looking up and catching his gaze. "Because all the boys in school said no one wants a red head with freckles. And besides. There's too many books to read to be worrying about whether or not a boy likes me." Even if that was just what she'd been doing the last few days. She'd wondered if she'd see the boy again, if he maybe liked her. But now she was sure he didn't. She messed with a tie on her bag silently.
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Post by cameron james smith on Jul 27, 2012 23:17:24 GMT -5
He licked his lips once more before crossing his arms against his chest. "All the boys? Hm, they probably kept it a secret. We aren't really good at expressing our feelings." He shrugged, and offered her a smile. "But I think your red hair and freckles are cute." Cameron looked down to the table, biting his lip as his eyes traced over the design. "I'm sure you'll meet someone who thinks so as well." Cameron watched her hand mess with the bow.
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Post by elaine mave o'carroll on Jul 27, 2012 23:24:18 GMT -5
"Maybe.." She said quietly, fishing around in the front pouch for her pocket watch. She still had twenty minutes before she had to leave, but he didn't know that. And he didn't need to know. And besides, it would give her time to start on the book she'd been dying to read. She tucked it back and stood up, putting her bag over her shoulder. If she'd checked, she would have noticed the watch half hanging out of her bag. "I've got to get home and start dinner, but it was nice running into you again. I wish you well on that search of yours." She said quietly.
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Post by cameron james smith on Jul 27, 2012 23:30:58 GMT -5
He frowned softly as she got up to go. Maybe, there was something wrong with him. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and he watched her go. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something falling. Cameron chewed his lip, and being the good boy that he was, quickly jumped from his seat to pick it up. Well, this guarenteed at least one more little run in. He held the watch in his hands, running his fingers over the metal before opening it. His eyes wondered up to look down the sidewalk. She was far away now, but he remembered the way to her house.
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