Post by Nicholas Daniel Holloway on Jul 27, 2012 23:08:26 GMT -5
don't know what you need ,
Nick reached forward to grab his guitar, slipping the strap around his shoulder, pushing the guitar behind his back. Some would consider it strange for someone to bring their guitar to a social event like the beach bash, but for Nick, it seemed almost second nature to have it with him, his music was always something he could depend on, and if around the bonfire, he could play a song or two, then that was just a plus. Besides, he needed all the comfort he could get on his date – did he say date? – with Emily that day, his palms were already sweating in anticipation, it seemed. He reached for his keys, throwing it up and catching it swiftly in his palms, before heading out of the door on the way to pick up possibly his closest friend he’s been with this year. Was he underdressed? He wondered. He’d never quite been the type of person to go out in such a social scene, a party that was filled with populars. He’d always liked to blend in the crowd, not one who would go up to a person to start a conversation – he saved his words for importance, for the ones he cared about, or the ones he wanted to care about – not because he would like to salvage his (nonexistent) reputation.
But if it could give him a chance, an opportunity to take Emily, charm her and sweep her off her feet like he had desired for so long, he’d be damned if he didn’t take it. He memorized the road to her house before, from when it came to driving her home afterschool, working on a project or studying together, or just hanging out – which seemed like they’d been doing a lot of this past year. He seemed to be driving on auto-pilot, since his thoughts were elsewhere. A man of many thoughts, but not of many words – that was Nick, which he was sometimes cursed with. His thoughts ran wild, from different scenarios on how things could go horribly, horribly wrong, to how things could go beautifully amazing… but even that made him nervous, the anticipation of what could be and what couldn’t be messing up his mind. He laughed as the overthinking made him come to terms that he was completely infatuated with this beautiful girl, and that she made him crazy sometimes. Pulling up in the front of her house, he shut the door behind him and headed up the steps to her door, hesitating for just a moment before ringing the doorbell. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, should he have brought her a dozen roses? Should he have done something more? Nick shook his head, that would insinuate something more than a friendship, which he wasn’t even sure if she wanted to progress into something more quite yet – better play it safe.
He waited anxiously for her to answer the door, and her smile was all the confirmation he needed to feel at peace with himself. “Me too,” he said simply, in response to her excitement, a soft grin spreading across his face. “You look beautiful, as always,” he told her, genuinely – though in his mind, he had always known how naturally attractive she was, with even the simplest clothes or in the most normal ways. He let himself glance at her for a moment, before speaking again. “Shall we go?” Nick asked smoothly, opening the door for her to his car, like the perfect gentleman that his mother had taught him to be.
Bitter.Sweet.Sundown. @cautionBut if it could give him a chance, an opportunity to take Emily, charm her and sweep her off her feet like he had desired for so long, he’d be damned if he didn’t take it. He memorized the road to her house before, from when it came to driving her home afterschool, working on a project or studying together, or just hanging out – which seemed like they’d been doing a lot of this past year. He seemed to be driving on auto-pilot, since his thoughts were elsewhere. A man of many thoughts, but not of many words – that was Nick, which he was sometimes cursed with. His thoughts ran wild, from different scenarios on how things could go horribly, horribly wrong, to how things could go beautifully amazing… but even that made him nervous, the anticipation of what could be and what couldn’t be messing up his mind. He laughed as the overthinking made him come to terms that he was completely infatuated with this beautiful girl, and that she made him crazy sometimes. Pulling up in the front of her house, he shut the door behind him and headed up the steps to her door, hesitating for just a moment before ringing the doorbell. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, should he have brought her a dozen roses? Should he have done something more? Nick shook his head, that would insinuate something more than a friendship, which he wasn’t even sure if she wanted to progress into something more quite yet – better play it safe.
He waited anxiously for her to answer the door, and her smile was all the confirmation he needed to feel at peace with himself. “Me too,” he said simply, in response to her excitement, a soft grin spreading across his face. “You look beautiful, as always,” he told her, genuinely – though in his mind, he had always known how naturally attractive she was, with even the simplest clothes or in the most normal ways. He let himself glance at her for a moment, before speaking again. “Shall we go?” Nick asked smoothly, opening the door for her to his car, like the perfect gentleman that his mother had taught him to be.
