Tus
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Post by Tus on Jun 9, 2013 21:39:08 GMT -6
 STARING AT THE CEILING, MY COLORS FADED- - - - YOU BROUGHT THEM BACK TO LIFE, YOU LET ME IN - - - -Marley had to admit; there were times when she wished she lived in East Oak. They didn't come around very often, because most of the time she was grateful of what she had and she valued everything a lot more than the East Oakers did, but this was one of those times when she really wished she had the money for that dress. It was a strapless dress with a light blue top and a cute belt, with a white skirt layered with lace. She sighed, gazing at the dress and biting her bottom lip. It was a pricey 89 dollars, and she only had 25 in her back pocket. She was pretty sure she wasn't going to be able to get anything from any store in this mall. After all, it was the East Oak mall.
She had decided to look around in the mall earlier that day, just to see just how much people paid for their clothes. She could feel people's mean looks burn into her back as they walked by. Her own clothes showed she was from the West side: a black pair of leggings and a plain gray sweater, and her favorite pair of boots. She was holding a bottle of soda in her hands as she longingly gazed through the window of the store, frowning a bit. She only had one dress in her closet, but she did know what was trendy and what was out of style and what looked good and what didn't.
The brunette sighed, pressing her lips into a line. Maybe if she saved up and came back next week she could get it-- if it was still there. She knew the trends changed fast. She pursed her lips and looked at the other things in the display window, which were a nice pair of shoes, and another mannequin wearing a pair of high waisted shorts and a low cut shirt with the store's logo on the front. She didn't find much interest in it, and turned her attention back to the dress. She needed to walk away before she got too attached and stood there all day, she thought to herself. She turned and ran a hand through her hair to push her bangs out of the way, her eyes glued to the floor before she felt herself collide with another person, pulling a gasp out of her as she spilled her soda half on the boy she had slammed into, and half on herself. "Oh-- Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," She stammered, stepping back and looking down at herself. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I-- I wasn't looking, I'm so sorry, let me-- let me.." She fumbled with her hoodie and pressed it to the stain on the boy's chest. She was pretty sure East Oakers were mean about something like this. She could at least try to fix it, even if it meant ruining her hoodie.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Jun 10, 2013 0:55:15 GMT -6
While Henley usually tried to keep himself busy, he wasn't particularly fond of the mall. Everything was overpriced because apparently he should be able to pay for it and he didn't know how many snide facial expressions he could count on people passing by, but he was here for a purpose. There was a dance center in the mall, a really nice one, where he'd gotten an offer to teach dance classes, which was remarkable considering his age, even if he had been dancing since a young age.
He was going to grab a bite to eat quickly before teaching the next class and the food court felt miles away because of how enormous the shopping center was. He was in a pair of sweats, really. A gray v-neck and black pants that were easy to move around in for dancing, along with a really nice pair of shoes his parents had purchased him. His brown hair was slightly disheveled and he was on a mission because he was absolutely starving. He didn't make it very far though, because he had a lot of stores to pass and his mind was elsewhere, so naturally when a girl turned suddenly to walk away from staring into a display case, he wasn't exactly paying attention either. She didn't crash into him too hard, but enough to cause her soda to spill all over the both of him.
The sticky, sugary liquid was soaking into his v-neck and he grimaced slightly. It wasn't like this shirt was a prized possession or anything. It was just a t-shirt in the back of his dresser that he used for dance. He was more concerned about how it felt, which was unpleasant. He looked up at the dark haired girl who immediately started talking a million miles an hour, hurriedly apologizing. He stood there, his mouth slightly agape as she rambled and then pressed her sweatshirt to his shirt in an attempt to soak up the soda. "It's fine," he assured her, finally speaking. "You're just going to ruin your sweater and I don't want to be responsible for that. Girls and their clothes. It's a tight knit relationship." He smiled slightly at her, his lips perking up at the pun he'd unintentionally used.
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Tus
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Post by Tus on Jun 10, 2013 8:02:28 GMT -6
STARING AT THE CEILING, MY COLORS FADED- - - - YOU BROUGHT THEM BACK TO LIFE, YOU LET ME IN - - - - Marley continued to press her hoodie to his shirt, still cautious and on guard for any sort of scolding from the boy. She had practically ruined his shirt-- and her own, nonetheless-- she was completely ready to get yelled at or something. This was East Oak, and she was a West sider. She felt like a pigeon in a flock of flamingos. She bit down on her lip and finally looked up at the person she had smacked into as he began to speak, her eyes widening and her cheeks flushing red when she realized it was a boy around her age. And he was being nice about it, even humorous. She really didn't think that combination even existed.
She pulled her hoodie away and draped it over her arm, laughing nervously at the joke he had made and looking down. "Still.. I'm sorry," She said again, tucking her hair behind her ear and pursing her lips as she looked down at herself, sighing. "Well.. there goes another shirt," She mumbled, looking around. "And it's not like I can change or anything.." She ran a hand through her hair and leaned forward slightly so the sticky part of her shirt wasn't against her skin. She looked back up at the boy and smiled apologetically. "I'm really sorry, I.. I need to look where I'm going.." She said with a slight frown. "Can I do anything, really? I just.. don't want you walking around with soda on your shirt," She said with an airy laugh. "I can run and grab some napkins from the food court real fast, I mean, I'll be less than a minute, I was on the track team last year so I'm really fast.." She rambled.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Jun 10, 2013 19:08:04 GMT -6
"It happens," Henley told the young brunette. He wasn't going to freak out like other East Oakers would, most likely because they were wearing something expensive, even if they could afford to buy the same shirt four times over. Henley just genuinely knew that the girl hadn't meant to do it. "It was an accident, unless of course you're some troublemaker that goes around dumping soda on people. Although that's a perfectly good waste of coke in my opinion," he said, gesturing towards her bottle that was now close to empty.
He shook his head. "Really, it's not a big deal. I can get some napkins. I was just headed to the food court actually. I wanted to get something to eat quick, I have limited time before I need to be back," he explained, pulling out his phone. He still had twenty minutes before he had to be back at the studio. "Besides, it's just an old shirt. I dance in it." He was more worried about her. He wasn't judgmental but the air she gave off told him she was from the West side of town which meant she was fairly far from home with a soaked and sticky sweater. He wanted to offer to buy her a t-shirt or something, half wondering why she was wearing such thick clothes in the summer anyway. "We're at a mall, I can buy myself a new shirt." Okay, so that sounded horribly rich kid-esque. Shit. "And I should have an extra shirt back at the studio in my duffel bag if you needed something to wear."
Kind was his nature, although some west oakers had taken offense to it. He only hoped she wouldn't and if she did, well, he tried.
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Post by Tus on Jun 11, 2013 9:04:43 GMT -6
STARING AT THE CEILING, MY COLORS FADED- - - - YOU BROUGHT THEM BACK TO LIFE, YOU LET ME IN - - - - Marley listened to the boy speak, her curiosity perking up when she heard the word 'dance' in one of his sentences. "You-- You dance?" She asked, nearly cutting him off as he spoke. Her eyes brightened and she seemed to forget completely about what had happened to her shirt. "Me, too.." She grinned widely, a sense of pride filling her eyes. "Well, not here. I'm, um.." She paused, wondering if it would be a good idea whether or not to mention she was from the west. Well, he had probably figured that out by now. She wasn't dressed in anything nice and the way she talked practically gave it away right then and there. "I'm from the West side, so I don't dance here. I do it in the gym in the rec center," She looked around and walked over to a trash can, tossing her coke bottle into it before going back over to the stranger.
"Oh, no, I don't want to, like.. accidentally take your shirt home or something, 'cause then I probably wouldn't be able to get it back, and.. yeah, 'cause it's not my shirt and it's probably not gonna fit me anyway," She laughed nervously and pushed her hair out of her eyes, before she turned her attention down to her shirt, which was sticky and starting to soak through. She grimaced. "I, um, on second thought, I might have to take you up on that offer," She said with a slight frown, pulling the front of her shirt outward. "God, this feel gross. It's like when you're at the beach and you come out of the water and there's seaweed on you," She muttered, mostly to herself. "Gross."
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Jun 12, 2013 13:10:43 GMT -6
Henley watched as the girl's face seemed to light up and she practically interrupted him, but it didn't bother him because it was out of excitement about dance. He couldn't help but feel bad when she shyly said she was from West Oak and danced in the rec center. It wasn't that he felt bad for her having to dance there. You could dance anywhere. It was that she seemed flustered. He'd already guessed she was from there and that's what kept him talking to her.
"I have plenty of other shirts," he told her with a laugh as she protested taking his. "Seriously, it's not a problem." Sure, the shirt would be a little baggy on her, but it would be better than wearing soda around on your sweater. He smiled at her when she finally agreed. "Alright, come on, it's back at the studio," he beckoned her, temporarily forgetting about food. He hoped she wouldn't be too intimidated when she saw the studio. Yeah, the place was big but dancing didn't need to be in a certain location. "So," he began as they walked. "What kind of dance do you do?"
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