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Post by flick lani austin on Aug 12, 2009 19:52:19 GMT -5
  With her mother due in less the two weeks, Flick was very reluctant to leave her mother's side on the days she wasn't at school. Even on the days she was, more often then not she would come straight home to spend the time with her mother, especially if her dad was at work. The day in question was different, because her mom and dad were heading out to the doctor's. After that they would be meeting with a consultant who was designing their nusery. So it was Saturday, and Flick had the house to herself. But the last thing she felt like doing was sitting around home.
The house was empty and silent as she walked up the stairs to her room. The townhouse was quite spacious and luxiurious, but when no one was around, it seemed rather eerie. At least, in Flick's opinion. She was fast to change out of her pajama bottoms and tank, into a nice blue tank top, beat up jeans and a sweater top. As she passed her mirror, she stopped. Back track she made her way back into the frame of the mirror to give herself a once over. Hair was straight, make-up was subtle. Grabbing a pair of sunglasses from the shelf above the mirror, she slipped them on her head and left the room.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs and entered the hallway, she grabbed her keys from the bowl and slipped on some sandals. A purse completed it all, and she took off out the door. Her plan was to pick up something for the baby. They had already done the baby shower and all, but Flick wanted something for when her mom brought home the new addition to the family. So she was headed off to The Gateway to pick something up. What, she wasn't sure. Her mom had recieved all sorts of baby clothes already. Diapers, bottles, bibs, a high chair and a million other things. They were finishing picking out the nusery furniture that day, so she didn't need to worry about that. It was really a tough situation. One of those what-do-you-get-someone-who-has-everything kind of deals.
When she got there, she found it was quite busy. Well, it was a Saturday afternoon after all. As she started to walk in, a man at entrance started to try and talk to her, but Flick just continued walking, ignoring him as he laughed with his friends. As expected from the state of the parking lot, it was busy inside. Taking off her sunglasses, she placed them on top of her head and looked around. It wasn't long before Flick did something completely in character. As she was glancing over her shoulder, she was unaware she was taking steps closer and closer to the person walking in the opposite direction. Turning to fast, she bumped shoulders with the innocent stranger, which knocked her purse right off her shoulder. "I'm sorry, oh my gosh!" she appoligized right away, and the man grumbled and walked off. Sighing, she she bent down to pick up all the items that had strayed from her bag.
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Post by dawson leighton kipling on Aug 25, 2009 22:17:01 GMT -5
 A dark look crossed Dawson's face as he looked across the room at his roommate, lying on the bed across from his with his girlfriend, or perhaps she was not even really that since he'd never seen her around before, beneath him. He kept hoping they would stop, perhaps relocate to anywhere but here where he was trying to study. The whole face sucking deal was most distracting, and though he was certainly not intentionally looking over at them it was hard not to, and every time he glanced over he learned something new about the art of French kissing. Not that he had any use for such knowledge anytime in the near future he didn't suppose, but he didn't guess it hurt to know. He wasn't as aware as most people because of the way his parents had always censored things with him, with all their kids, and for the most part it was a good thing in his eyes. Even so, he was twenty, and he didn't really know much of anything he felt and it bothered him in a way, even though he was not in a relationship.
Shutting his bible and then his textbook on the Prophets he sat up and reached for a black zip up jacket to pull on over his plain white tee. Reaching for his shoes he slipped them on over the socks he was already wearing to keep his feet warm. Picking up his watch and his wallet off the table he clipped the first over his wrist and the second he slid into his back pocket. Grabbing a black baseball cap off his desk as he walked by and then his keys he headed out the door into the noisy hallway, his nose wrinkling. He didn't like the dorms here, finding them too rowdy. He started to head out before taking a few steps back to grab a pair of black wayfarers that were also sitting on his desk. He tended to pile things on it, even things that didn't really belong on his desk. He'd never had a huge amount of space to himself, having shared a room with his two brothers for most of his life thus far, but even so he'd had more space because unless they were quarreling one space wasn't his and another wasn't Aaron's or Andrew's.
Walking into the noisy hallway he frowned a bit as he made his way toward the stairwell, narrowly avoiding a Frisbee, yes, a Frisbee, that went flying toward the wall near his head before ricocheting with was when he'd had to duck his tall form down in order to miss it. It was a relief to get out of the dorm building and into the parking lot, heading over to his ugly, old Crown Victoria. He was sure he could find amusement on campus, but right now he needed to get away from the University of Utah for a time. He wasn't sure where he was going as he drove along, stopping first at a Starbucks on a whim, this time ordering something he would actually drink and not iced coffee, and then continuing to drive. Spotting the Gateway up ahead he clicked on his turn signal, changing lanes and making the turn into the parking lot just in time.
Parking, he picked up his cup of coffee and his wallet from the cup holders, putting the wallet back in his pocket as he shut the car door with his hip and locking the door before walking away toward the entrance to the open-air mall. Since it was late summer and the worst of the heat was now gone he knew it would be nice to get to shop and enjoy the perfect weather. Wandering into the courtyard several of the stores surrounded he glanced around as he took a sip of his coffee, picking the first store he would most likely just look in, unable to afford much right now. Spotting some sort of movement out of the corner of his eye, his head moved from the American Eagle, glancing over to see a young woman's things fall and the man she had collided with stomp off. The tall young man frowned, walking over to where the brunette was crouched, dropping down next to her to help, picking up a cell phone and a wallet to hand to her. "Here, miss," he said politely, a grin spreading his lips when the girl's face looked up. Gazing at her dark eyes and sweet face, her straight dark hair framing her face, he felt himself melt a bit. Swallowing he smiled with as much charm as he could muster, "Hey, Flick," he greeted as casually as possible, greeting her with what he hoped didn't sound like he was especially happy to see her. Happy, sure, but especially so would mean he liked her as more than a friend, and he knew that was never going to work out.
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Post by flick lani austin on Sept 3, 2009 10:01:03 GMT -5
Flick was used to such incidents to be honest. It was just a trait of her's, she happened to be very clumsy. While it was a trait she knew she could do without, in some little way it made her who she was. Flick wouldn't want to change who she was, even if she could. She didn't let her clumsyness get to her, but it could be the cause for some awkward and embarassing situations at times. This was already feeling like one of them as people walked by staring at her. One group of teenager guys, pants practically down to their ankles as they waddled past, actually starting laughing. Flick rolled her eyes, turning her head as to not let them see. Continuing to pick up what had fallen out, which was a lot, she grabbed her iPod and wrapped the headphones back around it, sticking it in her bag. Next came her lipgloss and mascara, the only two makeup items she carried with her. Flick didn't wear overly excessive amounts of makeup, but she did like the stuff and wore a naturally looking amount. Stuffing them back into her purse, followed by her wallet, the next thing she spotted was her cellphone. Her hand went out for it, but as it did, another person's hand had it first. In the millisecond before she looked up, she prayed it wasn't those guys who had been laughing at her as they walked by a moment ago. "Here, miss." "Thanks," she replied as her brown eyes trailed up from the phone to the face where the voice had come from. Looked like her pray had been answered. It wasn't the annoying guys from before, it was someone much better. Accepting the cell phone from him, she placed it into her purse while giving him a smile. "Hey, Flick." Had her heart just skipped a beat? How was it she got all happy when he was around, all funny feeling when he just said her name. Pushing that back, she smiled again. "Dawson, hey!" she said, actually kind of surprised to see him.
Tucking her long hair behind her ears, she stood up from where she had been crouching to pick up her things (which were now all safely back in her bag) and brushed herself off. "What are you doing here?" she asked curiously, before wanting to smack herself in the head. "Nevermind, I guess you're shopping, it is a mall afterall," she chuckled lightly, feeling like an idiot. Though normally she did ramble, regardless of who she talked to. Thankfully she wasn't just making a fool of herself in front of Dawson.... Well... He didn't know that she rambled in front of everyone, so maybe she was. "Okay, better question. How are you?" she laughed as she placed her purse back over her shoulder. It was, in fact, a much better question then the first.
Flick liked Dawson. Not in a 'hey, you're my friend, I like you' kind of way. Flick really liked Dawson, in more of a 'hey, I really like you as someone I want to be in a relationship with' kind of way. But the brunette already had it in her mind it wouldn't happen. Normally, quite the optomistic girl, Flick couldn't see how it would work. Her parents were extremely strict about that kind of thing for one. But then again, she was in University now! They couldn't really stop her, but they could disapprove, and most likely would. They wouldn't give their blessing, so to speak. Another reason? Flick was blind and figured that Dawson didn't like her that way. He was a nice guy, really sweet. But Flick thought that was all there was there. That's just who he was, it wasn't anything special because he felt something for her. Right? Ugh, she was so confused about this. Never before had she liked a guy like this. Never had she actually wanted to have something with a guy. Flick really wasn't interested in a relationship all throughout high school. Suddenly this one hit her like a brick.
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Post by dawson leighton kipling on Sept 15, 2009 17:24:54 GMT -5
Dawson had never been prone to klutziness, despite his gangling frame, and he was certainly not complaining about it. He would hate tripping over his own feet and colliding with things he hadn't noticed, inflicting injuries upon himself from time to time. The only thing he would say made him injury prone was rugby, but then again everyone was, he just happened to be more so than others. Which was not to say he didn't like the sport, he loved it, but he'd almost always incurred an injury of some sort whenever he'd played while his friends often came out only somewhat bruised up. He'd at least taken the broken leg and nearly lost tooth in stride, and he'd always admired others that could do the same as he now realized the girl was doing, despite the rude laughter of those passing her.
Handing her her cell phone, Dawson smiled slightly to see one of his favorite people in Utah look up. Despite their awkward first meeting before the start of school, they'd grown to know each other quite well in the weeks since between church and the class they shared on counseling the other two days of the week. It truly hadn't taken long at all for the brunette to endear herself to him. He had always been one for dark hair and sweet faces, so the attraction was scarcely just out of the blue, but actual feelings toward her were another matter altogether that was almost disturbing. He'd felt both, by themselves, once or twice, but the combination together was a most unsettling thing, for attraction and feelings separate eventually had to be put aside, but together they were almost unignorable. Except in the case of a girl like Flick whose friendship he feared losing by unrequited advances and whose parents were very anti-relationship. Then he was just caught in a box, desiring a relationship that didn't seem possible in his eyes.
He stood once all her things were back in her bag, shoving his free hand in his pocket and taking a sip of his coffee. He was slowly figuring out how to order the stuff so he'd actually enjoy what he was drinking. At first shots and ventis, to him, just sounded like something to do with the mafia, and while he ordered the same exact thing every time, he had mastered how to order it and was proud of himself for it. He felt kind of stupid drinking coffee in the middle of the day with the weather being sort of on the warm side, but he let it go, figuring of all the weird things he'd told Flick or she'd seen him do, this was probably one of the more normal of them. Anyway, there had been a long line in the drive through, so it wasn't like he was the only person that did it.
An amused look crossed his face when she asked what he was doing there. Though he tried to wipe it off, for her benefit, she answered her own question before he could, something about her flustered nature making him laugh a bit. He was by no means mocking her, and he hoped she didn't take it that way, he was merely amused by her in one of those tender sort of ways. Sort of an Aw, you're cute thing. He didn't bother to correct her on the fact that he wasn't really shopping, more just walking to get away from what was by now, he was sure, sex in his dorm room. He smiled when she asked how he was, nodding a bit as he turned to walk, making it clear he wasn't trying to leave her behind. "I'm good," he said simply, "Just trying to get away from my roommate and his... I don't know what she is exactly." He shrugged a bit and without realizing it found himself being rather flirtatious, "I'll probably be one of the best kissers in Utah after all I've seen them do," he said with a laugh, only then realizing just how provocative his comment was. He didn't really know how to correct it though, so he just covered his tracks, "How about you? Actually shopping, I presume," he said with a little simper as they passed a store with a shirt in the window that caught his eye for a moment until they had passed.
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Post by flick lani austin on Sept 17, 2009 18:06:39 GMT -5
Though their first meeting had a been more of an awkward and short deal, Flick and Dawson had become close in the last month or so. In class or at church, the two always found things in common that they could talk about. One think that really attracted Flick to Dawson was his love for Jesus. Besides the obvious good looks, charm, manners and amazing personality, seeing Dawson at church and in their day to day lives showed Flick how much this guy loved Jesus, which just drew her to him all that much more. Sure she had met guys who were Christians before, good looking ones too. But no one that ever made her feel the way Dawson was making her feel lately.
Licking her dry lips, she glanced over at the coffee in his hand, wishing she had a tea for herself. Coffee wasn't really something she was big on, but Flick had what seemed to be a tea addiction. The warmer weather didn't throw her off either, so she didn't find it weird that he was drinking a coffee, not at all. Whether the weather was hot, warm, cool or cold, Flick would often be seen with a tea in hand. Sometimes, in the summer when it was hotter, she treated herself to a green tea frappuccino, more suited for the weather they had. Latte's or regular hot tea is what she drank more often, especially when the weather was hotter.
"I'm good." Flick nodded as she gave a glimpse of a smile. "That's good," she replied happily. "Just trying to get away from my roommate and his... I don't know what she is exactly." A small smile escaped her soft pink lips, as she raised one eyebrow just slightly higher then the other. "I'll probably be one of the best kissers in Utah after all I've seen them do." The brunette looked towards her shoes, just feeling the blood rush to her cheeks in an obvious blush. It was clear she didn't know how to respond to that. Just the thought of Dawson kissing made her blush, while the thought of him kissing her made the girl completely freeze up. Thankfully, he covered over his last statement and it was all she could to do pray the crimson colour in her cheeks went down. Thank goodness she wasn't a nervous laughter. Well she did have her moments, she wasn't like her cousin, who had uncontrollable nervous laughter with just about everything.
"How about you? Actually shopping, I presume." Laughing lightly, she nodded her head again. "You pressume right," she agreed, feeling the blood finally leaving her cheeks. "I'm baby shopping," she added, before wrinkling up her nose. "Um, not baby baby shopping," she corrected awkwardly. "Shopping for my new sibling," she concluded with a smile. Had she mentioned her mom was pregnant before? She couldn't remember. Brushing her hair away from her face, she looked towards him again, still having to look up. Obviously, she hadn't grown a foot in the last five minutes or anything.
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Post by dawson leighton kipling on Sept 20, 2009 14:15:04 GMT -5
Watching her duck her head and beneath the veil of dark hair blush made him feel slightly guilty. Sometimes his mouth opened a bit too far and he knew it, though when he was comfortable that tended to happen a lot with the normally uptight man. Shrugging a bit he pressed his lips together in a Shut up, Dawson kind of way. It didn't even dawn on her that her thoughts were what they were, he sort of just assumed he had somehow offended her. Resolving to better watch what he said and not flirt no matter how much he wanted to or how naturally it came. Shoving his hands in his pockets he smiled slightly, breaking the awkward silence by asking what she was doing. It wasn't like he was here to actually shop, he was practically broke as it was, so if it wasn't something girly like bra shopping he might as well tag along.
He was glad to see her head lift from how it was ducked and his too lifted from watching his Nikes move. Looking over at her he saw the color gone from her cheeks which made him relax a bit, though he still had more of a guard up than before. After all, he probably had little business flirting with anyone, especially a nice girl like Flick. He nodded slightly when she said he was right, smiling a tiny bit. His face broke into a teasing kind of look when she said she was baby shopping, his eyes widening as he gazed at her in mock shock. "They sell those here," he asked, snickering as her nose wrinkled. He nodded when she elaborated a bit more clearly, figuring one of her friends was having a baby shower or something soon until she mentioned a new sibling. "Really," he asked in surprise, his blond eyebrows raised, "I thought you were an only child." He seemed to remember she had said that when Dawson's huge family had come up.
Once she'd explained the situation to him he couldn't help but smile, "Well that's really cool, Flick," he said simply. He had been too little to really remember his mother being pregnant with his sister Madison, though he did vaguely remember Andrew. He'd only been eleven though so he couldn't recall a lot, just the huge argument over whether he was going to be a boy or a girl (Dawson had, of course, voted for a boy.) and his mother's large stomach. He could sort of remember when he'd been born, too, since Brooklynn and Aaron had been left in charge of everyone and eighteen month old Daya had screamed almost the entire time. Dawson smiled at the memory, sort of appreciating it now though he never would have thought it would be a fond memory some day.
Drawing from his private thoughts he shook his head, glancing at the miniature signs of the stores that hung from the overhang. Catching on one of the signs he glanced down at her, "So what are you looking for? 'Cause there's a Baby Gap," he said, nodding up ahead of them. He wasn't sure though if she was going to shoo him off when they got there or invite him to tag along.
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