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Post by HENREY DONOVAN on Jun 18, 2011 15:53:16 GMT -5
if there was one thing that henrey knew, it was that he really didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to meet this girl that his parents had said he’d become great friends with. really, he didn’t really want to make friends with girls anyway. they couldn’t do anything all that interesting, couldn’t kick a soccer ball around or roll in the mud or hold proper conversations anyway. she probably wasn’t even good looking, this cady girl his parents were forcing him to spend time with. in actual fact, he was trying to compile a list of topics they could actually talk about, but couldn’t think of one. all the other girls his parents had dragged him out to meet had just gone on endlessly about what they’d done over the weekend and what she was planning on buying with her next sum of money and what she aspired to do when she was older, which was undoubtedly just her spewing about how she wants to cure cancer or raise money for charity. he’d heard it so often he really didn’t have his sights set on doing anything but nodding and mumbling something stupid under his breath about how great the girl was and how he admired her dedication and selflessness when in actual fact he just wanted o get out of there. his brother was lucky he didn’t have to endure this sort of torture anymore – his parents seemed set on finding henrey a nice girl with no big plans to rule the world that he could settle down with and make children, but henrey didn’t really want to do that, and he definitely didn’t want to even start thinking about that at sixteen. it was kind of scary to think about, because right now all he really was focused on was playing video games and playing sports ( but not old man sports like golf, his father kept dragging him out saying it was “ a gentleman’s sport”, but really now. henrey was just waiting for the day croquet was brought up) and having fun. not marrying anyone, especially some boring, prim and proper girl his family considered respectable and not overly ambitious.
however, his family had still set their sights on him meeting this cady girl, so he’d dressed up, put his nice shirt on and even donned a bow tie for god’s sake and polished his shoes until he’d managed to get all of the mud off of them he’d managed to hide form his mother. and he looked alright, really, but he was so uncomfortable before he’d set a foot outside the house. all he wanted to do was go out and play in the fields and take his stupid, shiny shoes off and grab his battered pair of sneakers, but he couldn’t. hopefully this wouldn’t take too long, and he could make his excuses and leave the girl’s house, claiming an appointment or an upset stomach or a sudden vicious rush of deaths in his family. he had stopped trying to think of things he could talk to this cady about, and was instead trying to think of excuses he could use without seeming like a rude tosser, because he’ rather not have some unnamed girl think of him badly, even if he didn’t want to meet with her at all. the entire car drive there, henrey just stared out of the window, brows furrowed and mouth skewed to the side, fingers tapping impatiently onto his leg. he was suddenly jittery, and it might have just been because he was an absolutely horrendous passenger during drives and could never really sit still long enough, but it was also because he was feeling slightly anxious about meeting this girl. he should be entirely prepared for this, he’d done it so many times before he could probably answer her statements before they left her lips. but he had this weird feeling descending over him right now and he didn’t like it.
finally the car shuddered to a halt outside one particular house. henrey eyed up the house warily, letting a softsigh escape his lips as he yanked open the car door and stepped out, brushing himself down as he did so and stretching his arms slightly, before waving goodbye at his mother as she pulled out of the driveway. right, well he’d tried to pay attention to the route they were taking so he could walk it home if need be, but he might have missed a few streets, so it looked like he’d be here for a while. there were really so many other things he could be doing on a saturday afternoon, but he was stuck here so he shoved his hands into his trouser pockets jauntily and strolled up to the door, gravel crunching underfoot. ringing the doorbell, he waited for only a couple of seconds before the door was opened and he was quickly ushered into another room after introducing himself awkwardly – ’uh, uh hi. i’m.. my name’s henrey. you uh, i’m supposed to be hanging out with cady today – okay, yeah.’ – where he supposed he was hanging out with cady. whistling softly under his breath, he glanced around as a girl around his age entered the room. she was decent looking he’d give her that, and not in the overly dressed and made up way most of the girls he met were. she was kind of naturally pretty. ‘uhm, hi. uh. i’m henrey,’ he said, by way of introduction, ‘nice to meet you. i suppose.’ he shrugged slightly, shoving his hands back into his pockets after self-consciously twitching his bowtie, ‘so uh,’ he said after a while, attempting to make conversation, ‘did you.. did you see the soccer game last night? it was pretty wicked, i was watching it with my brother and my dad but man, that second goal right, that totally wasn’t in. it was a blatant failure on the referee’s part-‘ and then he stopped talking because, yeah, girls weren’t into soccer. not really. ‘what sort of things do uh. do you like to do?’
[/justify][/blockquote] rini/cady C: -- 1018 words – ok i love them already and i actually like this a lot aw look at that.[/size][/center]
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Post by CADY DUPONT on Jul 5, 2011 1:21:21 GMT -5
Cady didn't understand what possessed her parents to decide that she needed to be set up on a play date. She was perfectly capable of making her own friends. She didn't need her mother interfering and setting up these things behind her back. She'd only been told days ago that she was going to hang out with this Henrey kid at her house. This just wasn't fair. Cady could do the immature thing and throw a fit and flat out refuse but since apparently their parents were best friends it was deemed necessary for Henrey and Cady to get along. Completely illogical, in her mind, but what could she do, really? She wasn't even sure what the point of this was; she was only sixteen, and her parents wanted her to make friends with this kid so that one day they could announce to their families at large that they were going to be married and have kids or something. That was undoubtedly the plan that her mom had in mind, she realized as she stood in her room staring off into the mirror. She doubted that was going to work. What was she supposed to talk to this guy about? Books, television, sports? What did guys even like? Sure, she had guy friends and they were easy to get along with and she had no problem making conversation with any of them, but she knew them well enough. All she knew about this kid was... well, that his name was Henrey. What if he was a pompous kid who just thought too highly of himself that she would want to punch in the end? What if he was completely boring, or a nerd or something? She had no problems with nerds but... what if? God, she knew nothing about this kid and she was expected to make friends with him? She just didn't get it.
She could hear her mother somewhere downstairs telling her that this Henrey was going to be here soon. This was not fun, this would not be fun. She already had that feeling in the pit of her stomach that she got when she hated something. She hadn't even seen this kid, he wasn't even at the house yet, but she hated this. She had to get dressed up -properly-, as her mother referred to it, in a little dress. Look presentable and all that nonsense. She didn't get it. If she was supposed to be hanging out with this kid why did she actually have to look like she couldn't do anything but sit there with her legs crossed? She would've liked wearing a pair of jeans and a nice shirt better but apparently that wasn't lady-like enough. Sometimes she really hated being a girl. Why did she have to be the odd one out of all her brothers? Why did she have to actually be a girl? It seemed there was so much more pressure on her for her to actually -be- a girl. Where was the fun in that? She knew it made her mom mad sometimes that she'd rather go swimming or hiking or bike riding or playing tennis or volleyball or basketball, anything really, than go shopping and meet boys and all that stuff. Shopping bored her if she was completely honest, an opinion that her mother just didn't seem to understand. It was like she was letting her mother down in some way sometimes, but she really didn't care, didn't really want to care, because it was her life, right? Obviously not, because she was stuck listening to her mother's every word when it came to this day.
Hearing her mother calling down to her in a tone that suggested that Henrey had arrived, she sighed as she shoved her feet into her shoes and made her way downstairs. She caught the disapproving look her mom gave her for wearing tights under the sun dress that she had on, as well as for the flats she was wearing instead of probably heels or something else prim and proper that her mother had picked out for her, but she didn't even bat an eye as she walked into the living room. Eying the kid up and down as she stopped in front of him, a short distance away, she simply held her hands behind her back, holding her hands together as she looked him up and down. Well he wasn't awful looking. He was sort of cute, maybe, in some weird way. He had a big nose, and his forehead seemed much to big. Bringing her eyes up so as to not give away that she was going to be picking out all these little individual flaws, she just hitched up a small, forced smile on her lips as her mother walked off to the kitchen, probably to talk to her dad about how it seemed they were going to be best friends or something. That would be her mother. “I'm Cady. Nice to meet you too...” Nodding her head as she trailed off, she rocked back and forth on the heels of her feet, looking around her living room as though this was her first time being down here and she wanted to commit it to memory. Glancing over at him as he started talking, she just raised an eyebrow as he started talking about soccer. Well, he wasn't a total dud, she figured. It wasn't her favorite sport but she could hold up her own in a conversation, she figured. But before she could make some intellectual statement about the soccer game she hadn't seen, he stopped short and asked her what she liked to do. Shrugging lightly, she just blinked at him, sighing. “Um... I guess, normal stuff, I guess...” And she would've listed all of her normal hobbies, anything that wasn't necessarily the shopping and fawning over boys and watching chick flicks, all of those things that her mother would expect of her to say, but she had a half a mind to just say what she knew her mother wanted her to say because, in her words, what boy would be “interested” in a girl who mostly played sports and stuff, right? “You know, um. Reading, hiking I guess.... swimming, tennis, uum... shopping, maybe, I guess...” She didn't sound like a total tomboy with that, did she? She wasn't sure, she was built to impress this kid.
charzie as henrey c: - 1076 words - lol idk why i'm even labeling this because we know it's just for you but aw i really sort of like them ok C:
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Post by HENREY DONOVAN on Jul 25, 2011 8:14:30 GMT -5
the thing was, was that this cady girl was quite attractive and henrey wasn’t sure if it was because he had already taught himself to like the look of her in the brief car ride over without even realising it, or whether she was just good-looking all together but he liked the way she looked. her hair looked soft and she had a nice smile but she was wearing a ridiculous dress and no matter how good it looked on her, it was still all sorts of ridiculous. so was henrey’s outfit though, he supposed, and tugged begrudgingly at his tie in the hopes of making it disappear. she was looking him up and down and it made him feel oddly awkward, as if he was being put under a spotlight. he wasn’t sure whether she felt as out of place in this sort of scenario as he did, although he really had no reason to feel out of place. he was so so used to this, used to talking to girls that made him want to blow his brains out as soon as they mentioned the word shopping, or who would constantly straighten out the nonexistent creases in their perfectly ironed dresses and look up at him coyly through their eyelashes in the hopes that maybe he would find them sort of good-looking. he was so used to this by now, this entire charade in which he was supposed to be a proper gentleman and supposed to be interested in these girls and interested in their lives and interested in their stupid daily routines and the clothes they were thinking of buying and what they would like to do with him next weekend. all he wanted to do with his life was just get dirty and hang out with his friends and not have to bother with the prissy girls his parents kept trying to set him up with because it was what was expected of their entire family.
he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and broke the silence, pointedly not looking straight at cady. he wasn’t sure why, he’d just never felt so exposed or so uncomfortable in this sort of situation before. it was as if her gaze was penetrating right through him, mapping every line and contour of his face and the way his clothes hung awkwardly off of his shoulders and the vaguely rumpled look he was giving off. he’d never felt quite like this before, like he was being overanalysed by this girl’s every sweeping gaze, even though she was deliberately not looking at him. the silence that had settled over them was uncomfortable but for a few seconds henrey chose not to beak it again. cady was quite a nice name, he guessed. it sounded as if you were attempting to say katie with a ridiculous accent or a speech impediment, but it wasn’t horrible. he supposed trying to find things about the girl that didn’t make him want to pull his hair out was a good place to start anyway, but as hard as he tried he couldn’t quite avoid the fact that it was very probable she’d end up being just like the other girls he’ met before. they always seemed to start out bearable, and it just went increasingly downhill from there on. how his parents even managed to contemplate he’d want to marry girls like these he wasn’t sure, but he was resolute in the fact he wasn’t going to marry any person his parents tried to set him up with. he wished they’d just go back to focusing on his older brother and trying to set him up with ridiculous girl than resort to henrey.
finally breaking the silence once more, he picked at the skin around his thumbnails absentmindedly as he waited for cady to reply. he wasn’t really getting his hopes up to hear anything interesting so when he heard the words hiking and tennis he figured he must have asked her something completely different, only to feel deflated once more as she added the word shopping. well. great. it was hardly as if he was actually looking to date her, he’d just been hoping for some decent conversation to pass these next few hours by for once but it was not to be. ’shopping?’ he finally repeated, scrunching his nose up in distaste and scuffing his carefully polished shoes against the floor. this girl was turning out to be as much of a flake as all the others had been, and he was disappointed in the way that made his stomach feel hollowed out and empty, but in the back of his mind he wasn’t all that surprised either. kind of betrayed, maybe just a little, because he’d allowed himself, this girl had allowed him, to get his hopes up for the first few seconds due to her nice smile and the awkwardness radiating off of her entire body, that told everyone quite plainly i don’t really want to be here, but in the end she wasn’t anything special and that was that. she probably wasn’t even telling the truth about tennis and hiking, she’d probably only added that in there in an attempt to get him to like her. he shoved his hands awkwardly into the pockets of his trousers, not entirely sure what he wanted to say or what he was supposed to say. he was used to making idle conversation in which he could steer the girl to talk for hours and hours whilst he just occasionally interjected with forced comments, but he was at a complete loss right about now, floundering in the middle of do i actually talk to her or i don’t want t talk to her maybe if i annoy her i can go home now. it was that last thought that spurred him on to ask nonchalantly, ’shopping or sports? which one would you pick?’ he wasn’t sure why he was asking. even if she picked sports, they were pretty ridiculous sorts she’d listed, swimming and hiking and tennis, all sorts of things that you would expect a girl to say. she’d probably come out with some rubbish like lacrosse or hockey next. but he still asked, anyway.
[/justify][/blockquote] rini/cady C: -- 1045 words – i bullshitted the last half a paragraph lol anyway i love them c: [/size][/center]
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