`sucker love is heaven sent ( ella )

[lillian]

Sucker love who's known to s w i n g ,
Prone to cling and waste these things
Pucker up, for heaven's s a k e ,
There's never been so much at stake.

Andrew pushed himself away from the laptop and spun around in his chair like a child for about a minute or so, his heart beating so fast that it almost felt like it was going to pop right out of his chest. Somehow, he'd convinced Ella Torres to go to the movies with him. There had been a point in the conversation when he was sure she would end it, but she hadn't. He remembered it clearly, as if her very lips had parted and spoken the words that he'd read himself: I want to go. He tilted his head back against the padding of the chair as his lips parted for a chuckle, before he planted both of his feet on the ground and stopped himself. Wait a minute, what the hell was he going to wear? I mean, it wasn't a date or anything... at least, not to the girl that he held so dear. But to him, this was big. This was like Van Halen performing their last concert and he had tickets big.

And truth be told, he would gladly give up that chance if he knew that he had the slightest hope of hanging out with the girl of his dreams.

But now he didn't have to worry about that, because he would be seeing her soon. Did he say 5ish? What the hell was wrong with him? He smacked himself on the forehead as he leapt over his scattered clothing on the floor, mentally noting to do the laundry when he came back. He wasn't all that messy, it was just the party last night that put him off track, and... geesh, he was sure using that party as an excuse alot. "But who cares? I'm going to the movies!" he said with a little skip to his step as he tossed a navy blue shirt over his head and then a yellow sweater. He would've mentioned her name, but he didn't want to jinx it. But inside he was ecstatic.

Andrew tried not to think about her reaction to it. She seemed pretty calm about it, pretty collected. She had no idea how he felt about her, did she? Oh well, at least he would be happy tonight. He quickly ran his fingers through his messy curls, his hands moving over the computer desk as he searched for something, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his lips that were pressed together, as if in thought. "Gotcha!" he said in a victorious manner as he grabbed a red bag of skittles in his hands, remembering that she preferred them to jollyranchers. Those little games were handy. Alot more than he'd given Madison credit for.

Shoving them into his pocket, the tall frat boy contently made his way downstairs, knocking his knuckles against those of other frat members, those that were conscious anyway. He was glad that he hadn't partied all that hard, sticking to the soft stuff for most of the night. He did drink some when they started playing drinking games, but it was rare for him to get hungover like he had been this morning. Anyway, he wasn't even thinking of that. All he could think now was how he would react to seeing her face to face, what she would say, if he would start rambling or get really nervous. I mean, it would just be the two of them... and the rest of the people in the movie theatre. Hopefully there were tons of them and it wouldn't feel too awkward. But again, Ella might find it perfectly normal.

He flagged down a cab and made his way towards the Seattle Center, his fingers in his mouth as he looked outside at the scenery, suddenly feeling knots in his stomach as they pulled up near the cinnaplex. "Wow, kid, you look like you're going on your first date or something,"

[/b]the driver commented with a light laugh as he looked at him through the rearview mirror. "Nah, it's just a movie... with a girl... people do that all the time, right? Just hangout?" The driver grinned lightly, looking away with a teasing look in his eyes. "Sure, son. It was called dating back in the day, but I guess now it's just hanging out."

Drew reached up to scratch the back of his head, giving the driver the money with a lopsided smile as he reached for the door. "If you really like her, you should tell her before someone else does," the driver added with a light pat on the shoulder, to which Andrew gave him a firm nod. "You're right, sir. I can do this. Uhh, thanks." Stepping out of the cab, he turned to smile at the cab driver, watching as he drove away. Once it was out of seeing distance, his heart dropped into his stomach again. "God, I don't think I can do this," he muttered, taking in deep breaths and counting his steps as he made his way up to the ticket booth. He let his eyes casually move over the titles, though he wasn't really reading them.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[ella clemintine torres .]

Who you think you're kiddin'?
he's the earth and h e a v e n


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It wasn’t a date. Ella shook her head. No. It wasn’t. That was the conclusion Ella had come to, as she sat cross-legged on her bed. Staring at the laptop screen that had long since launched into the photo slide show that was her screen savour. Only Ella didn’t seem to notice that. In her mind’s eye she could still see the chat conversation. It had happened so casually. He offered to go to the movies with her. Just like that. Without any sort of hesitation or awkward feelings, Andrew Barret, frat boy junior, had asked Ella Torres, lowly sophomore, to the movies.

If she were another girl. Any other girl. Better looking, slimmer, more popular, Ella might have thought it was a date. After all, the movies was a very date like activity. She might get nervous or excited. Or possibly ring Charlie for a little ‘girl talk’ and squealing. She wasn’t any other girl though. She was Ella Torres. And guys did not just ask out Ella Torres. She wasn’t the date girl. She was the friend girl guys turned to when date girl broke their hearts. Perhaps that was why he wanted to hang out? He needed someone to unburden his pain onto?

Not that she really knew if he was that sort of guy; the sort to need a shoulder to cry on. Maybe he was just really bored, and that boredom had driven him into going to the movies with her? Whatever the reason, Ella knew for sure that it was not a date. How could it be? Shaking her head once more, Ella closed her laptop and carefully set it aside. Regardless of what the movie outing was, she still needed to appear presentable and she had just wasted at least twenty precious primping minutes on her silly revere.

Moving from her bed, Ella cast a glance down at her current attire. Loose shorts and a hooded teeshirt. Hm. Not exactly the sort of clothes she’d leave the dorm in, let alone attend a social engagement. Stripping off, she left the clothes in a pile next to her bed, and moved to her closet. In only her underwear. No one else was in her dorm, so what did it matter right? Sliding the door open, Ella pulled the first pair of jeans she could reach from their shelf. A dress or a skirt was definitely too date like. She didn’t want Drew to think she had the wrong idea now did she?

She then threw on a black tank top, then a black button up light jacket over that. Rolling the sleeves up to her elbows. The jacket was fitted and flattered Ella’s shape nicely. It was a good choice for an outfit. Nice, without being too over the top. That was the important thing. She wanted to look decent, without looking like she had tried very hard. Ella was always conscious of that sort of thing. If you put too much effort into an outfit, it never paid off the way you wanted it to. Not that she was trying to impress Drew at all. No way.

She slipped some flats onto her feet and closed the wardrobe. Moving instead to the shared wall mirror. The brunette pulled the tie from her hair and let it fall anyway it desired. She found that working with her hair, instead of against it, got the best results. As a final touch, and a little bit of sparkle, Ella added some silver ‘dangly’ earrings to her ears. There. She looked good okay. With one final dash to her desk to collect her phone and purse, dumping them into a handbag with her keys, Ella was out the door.

She was certain she wouldn’t have enough money for a cab both ways, and she’d rather get it home, considering it was a lot less scary to walk or catch the bus now then at night, so Ella headed across the campus, towards the bus-stop. It wasn’t very far away on the bus. About four stops, but because she had spent so much time lost in thought she was running a little behind schedule, and walking was far too slow. Once at the bus-stop, Ella checked the timetable. Someone upstairs must have been in a good mood, because there was a bus in only a few minutes.

And luck still shone down upon her when the bus showed up not long after she sat down on the bench. On time for once. Ella swiped her bus card as she got on the bus, moving down towards the middle of the vehicle to sit. The brunette was used to public transport, so the trip really didn’t phase her. It was just more time to get lost in her ‘this is not a date’ mantra that seemed to have developed in her mind. A mantra that kept up as she pressed the button, stood and left the bus.

The stop was across the road from the movies, so Ella moved to the nearby crossing. She still found it a little strange being in a large city. Being used to a much small town. After a few hesitant moments, she crossed the road without a drama, and entered the cinnaplex. Eyes instantly darting around for any site of Andrew. She hadn’t worn a watch, so she wasn’t too sure what the time was and she didn’t want to dig into her bag to find her phone and check. She only hoped she wasn’t late. Being late never left a good impression on people.

It didn’t take her long to spot him near the ticket stand. Ella smiled to herself Yellow’s a good colour on him... She thought, as she moved through the various clumps of people towards the curly haired boy. Fixing a firm, yet casual smile to her features Ella tapped his shoulder to get his attention. As she had approached from behind. “Hey.. I’m not too late am I?” she let a sheepish grin creep onto her features. Looking up at him. This is not a date. This is not a date.

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o o c ,,
Erm... opps
I got a bit... carried away?

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[lillian]

Sucker love who's known to s w i n g ,
Prone to cling and waste these things
Pucker up, for heaven's s a k e ,
There's never been so much at stake.

Andrew was staring so hard at the titles that he didn't notice when Ella arrived on the scene. And believe me, normally he did. Normally it was like time slowed down around them, until it stopped completely, and then it was like the rest of the world disappeared, leaving only him and Ella. Mind you, all of this happened in mere seconds, but in his imagination, her entrances were always extravagant and lasting. This time, however, he was too nervous to have his imagination run wild. He was beginning to overthink his outfit, the sweater, shirt, and dark blue jeans with a pair of sneakers. It was what he wore everyday, yet he didn't feel that way.

No, today he felt special, for reasons unknown.

He didn't think twice about grades or status or who was what. All he knew was that Ella had captivated him with her presence and now he was going to have the pleasure of finally meeting her (instead of staring and almost stalking her when the chance arose). It was an honor, not a right. Yes, there were more than a few frat boys that used their membership as a method to gloat more about themselves, but he rarely mentioned it. In fact, it was mostly the other party that said it first and he wasn't one to lie.

One thing he didn't worry about was Ella not spotting him. With his pale, but still distinguished yellow sweater, Drew was pretty sure that she'd see him. And it wasn't long after thinking about her that he felt a light tap on his shoulder, followed by a voice that he would recognize anywhere. Ella Torres. A smile curving his lips even before he turned towards the brunette, his brown eyes found hers as he finally turned his body all the way around, face to face. And what a gorgeous face it was, one that he often found himself thinking about. Sometimes he even woke up wishing she would be the first person that he saw everyday. They didn't have to be anything, you know, romantic, but if he weren't a frat boy, then it would've been amazing to simply be her room mate. She was breath-taking and he knew it.

And suddenly, he found himself inwardly frowning at that fact of not being her beloved roomie, but the smile still remained on his lips for show.

Drew tried to keep his eyes on her face, and it was hard not to look anywhere else, but he was far too nervous to give her a once-over without having it look like he was checking her out. Deep down, he was afraid (maybe even a little paranoid too) of scaring her off. He just wanted to spend some time with her and he didn't need his testosterone to get in the way of that. Not now. "You're not late at all, actually. I just got here," he said with a warm smile and stable voice, wondering if he should shake her hand or what. The sheepish grin on her face, however, put him more at ease. Maybe single dates outings weren't her forte either. "Nice to finally meet you, Ella," he added, waiting a beat before extending his hand out to her. Good thing for hand lotion, because the guitar's steel strings really tore 'em up sometimes. But every major had its flaws. You can't change what you love, and that goes for all aspects of life, not just career-wise.

"I was looking at the movies, but I tend to be pretty indecisive about these kinda things. Tell you what... you pick the movie and once we're in there, I'll show you the secret snack?" he said with a playful look on his features as he quirked an eyebrow and patted his jean pocket, where the bag of skittles had found its home. "Or we can do a random pick, because they all sound pretty good to me." He was rambling just a tad at this point, and he hadn't seen the movies much at all, but he didn't really care about the movie. He was far more interested in his guest.

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[ella clemintine torres .]

Who you think you're kiddin'?
he's the earth and h e a v e n


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Hearing that she wasn’t actually late put Ella at ease somewhat. The muscles in her back relaxed a little and she felt a calm wash over her. She could do this. She’d made a good start already in getting dressed and being on time. It was even better that he hadn’t stood her up and was actually there. But then, does that term only apply when it’s a date? Ella had no clue. After all, she wasn’t on a date, so she didn’t want to be using date terminology. Even in her own mind. “Oh good. Glad I didn’t keep you waiting then..” she nodded slowly, not letting any what was going on in her mind show.

She started at his outstretched hand for a moment, blinking. Finally meet her? That was strange. They’d spoken before hadn’t they? Well, sort of yes. She saw Andrew around a lot and sometimes they engaged in idle comments. She also could recall an awkward “you go.. no you” moment when they were both in the same doorway. Him going in and her coming out. Though no, they had never really officially met… she supposed. “Uh..” not really sure what else to do, she slipped her own hand into his. “Yeah, Hi…Wow. That’s strange..” She glanced at their hands briefly, then up at his face.

“I mean, I see you around a lot, so it’s strange that we don’t technically know each other. Or at least didn’t until now. Should I tell you my name or..” She trailed off into slightly nervous laughter. Clearly trying to hide her own awkwardness with a joke. Though sadly for Ella, it was only making it look worse. To make matters worse, she was still clutching his hand like a big loon. As she realised that fact, her cheeks flushed deeply. “Uh..” she murmured, removing her hand quickly, without it looking as though she thought touching him for too long would give her rabbis.

Luckily for Audrey, the greeting didn’t linger and he moved on quickly. “Secret stash? Oh I like the idea of that..” the redness in her cheeks faded away, as she grew comfortable in his presence once more. “That does indeed sound like I fair trade. I can handle choosing the movie.” My my, a sweet smuggler? That certainly was a man after Ella’s own heart. She gave him a grin, before turning to check the session times. If she was on time, it meant that the quarter past five sessions were probably the best shot, unless they wanted to eat something first? No no no. Movie and dinner was far too much like a date.

Ella bit her lip as she read. A habit she’d had for the longest time. Half the time she didn’t even realise she was doing it. A few of the titles caught her attention. Some because she’d seen advertisements and others because the title was interesting. He’d said he would see a chick flick hadn’t he? After all, she had intended to see something like that if she did go to the movies. “What about ‘The Other End of the Line’?” She knew he’d think it was silly, but it actually looked cute. Two people falling in love just by talking on the phone to one another.

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