He moved the books from the couch and scooted closer to her. "Are you sure everything is alright? You just seem sort of . . . Something . . . frustrated maybe?" He noticed the shy smile creep across her face, which made him laugh a bit. "There it is," he smiled back at her. "Do you believe in fate at all?" He felt weird asking the question, but the concept was weighing on his mind tonight.
"It may not be much of anything, I don't know for sure. But I shouldn't even have been where I was when you ran into me." His smile softened a little as the words came out. "I couldn't explain it, but I just had this weird urge to take a different route back to my apartment this afternoon. And now here we are."
[/b] She realized how close he was to her, and fought the urge to go running away. At the moment, she wished she could ask Riley for advice. What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to act?
She tried to think of a better response for him, but instead of words, the only sounds coming from her was the growling of her stomach. She looked at her phone and realized it was after 5:00, dinner time. "You mentioned pizza earlier. You still want some? I'll pay for half."[/b] She didn't want him to feel like she'd only come over for free food, or that she expected him to buy it since she did. But she was hungry and any other option probably meant leaving him and going to the cafeteria for another not-so-great meal.
He looked at the clock, "Oh right pizza, I completely forgot." He felt himself blush as he grudgingly let her hand slip from his grasp. "So what kind would you like?" He got the phone book and looked up the number for the delivery place. "And it's my treat, I offered." He took his phone from his pocket and dialed the number.
He couldn't help but wonder, had he been to forward? He was starting to feel his nerves tense back up, when he looked into her face. Just like that it all melted away, and for the second time that day it felt like time stood still.
She couldn't help the butterflies that formed when he said he'd pay. Did that make it a date? Or was he still just being nice? She had so many questions, but so few answers.
"I like anything really. Just no like...anchovies or black olives. Gross."
[/b] She made a face and then quickly pulled it back into a smile as he called the place to order. She wondered what they'd find to talk about while they waited for the pizza to get there. Thirty minutes or maybe more seemed like forever to her. Especially when she had no idea what the guy liked. He was studying crops...so maybe he lived on a farm. There were a lot of kids like that around.
She pulled out her phone again while he was on his, checking for messages. Of course, she had none. The only person who ever texted her was Riley, who was probably to busy to notice Avery wasn't at their dorm. And her parents were the only ones who ever called her. It appeared she had managed to slip away with no one the wiser. [/color][/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]
He threw his phone onto the couch, "I hope pepperoni's okay, kinda plain I know." He sat back down beside her. "So what's your family like?" He fidgeted with his hands, he wanted to feel her touch more than anything, but he also didn't want to scare her away. "Any brothers and sisters? What do you like to do for fun?" He felt himself beginning to ramble again, how did she have this affect on him?
"I'm sorry for the interrogation, I'm just trying to figure out what makes you tick I guess." He blushed again. He slid his hand between them offering it, instead of taking hers like last time. Maybe she would take it, but if not maybe it was less likely to force her away.
Her face grew thoughtful, happy, as she answered his questions. "I live with my mom and dad, my sister, and my brother. We're all pretty close even though we're all very different."
[/b] Very different was a bit of an understatement, though in looks her and her sister were identical. She still didn't mention the twin thing, still worried that he'd immediately want to meet Riley. And if he did...welll, it would probably all be over.
He blushed as he slid his hand towards hers, this time not taking hers on his own. She started down at it, not knowing what to do. Well, she knew what she wanted to do, but she just didn't know how to make her brain send out the signal. She knew she must have looked like a sheltered little kid, staring at his hand as if it were on fire, but she couldn't help it. Part of her wanted to be cautious, like she was with everything. They'd only just met...was she ready to hold hands with him? The other part of her screamed "Go, go, go!" and told her to take her chance while she had it. Finally, she managed to put her hand in his, even if it was a bit awkward. [/color][/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]
He smiled as he felt the electricity rushing through his arm again. "A brother and a sister? Are you the oldest?" He felt a rush hit him in the pit of his stomach as she smiled. He couldn't help but realize how pretty she was when it lit her eyes. He felt almost captivated by her presence. Had he really just met her a few hours ago?
As he sat lost in her eyes, he was brought crashing back down to life by a knock at the door. "That must be the pizza." He went to the door, payed the delivery boy and brought it back to the couch. "So what could I offer you to drink?"
She answered quickly before growing silent again. "Yeah. What about your family?"
[/b] She could see him being a really sweet older brother. The kind who would probably be protective of a sister but yet fun to be around. Or maybe he had older sisters, which would explain why he was a nice guy.
The pizza arrived and he sat it down by them, offering her a drink. "Do you have any water? Bottled or in a glass, I don't care."[/b] Just because she was in college now didn't mean she was giving up dancing, nor did it mean she would quit trying to eat healthy. It wasn't that often that she had pizza, and she rarely drank anything besides water, milk, and juice. [/color][/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]
He went to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water. "I have an older brother, but he's quite a bit older so it feels like I'm an only child a lot." He came back in and handed her the bottle as he sat beside her. With the knots his stomach was turning in he didn't even know if he'd be able to eat.
He took a bite and chewed slowly, after washing it down with a sip of water. "So is there still a chance I will get to see you again this weekend?" He blushed hotly, he thought that she was starting to feel something for him. But she may just be trying to be nice, or he may be completely nuts. But he decided he should at least take a shot and see where it landed.
She gave him a smile between bites of pizza, which were small and ladylike. She finished chewing and swallowed before speaking. "Of course! If nothing else, we could do homework together, right?"
[/b] She smiled excitedly, at the same time realizing his apartment was quiet and would probably be a lot easier to study in than her own dorm with Riley poking around. Plus, her dorm was really too small to comfortably fit 3, or more, and she knew Riley would probably have friends over at some point.
"Hey, where's your roommate?"[/b] She realized she hadn't seen anyone, nor had he mentioned anyone. She'd heard rumors that there were a couple private apartments that were too small to hold more than one, maybe two. If she was lucky, he had one of those, and she wouldn't' have to worry about embarrassing herself in front of yet another guy. [/color][/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]
He laughed at her excitement, "ah, it's alittle too small for two people. I guess they felt sorry for me being a fifth year senior so they gave it to me all by myself." He scooted close to her again, and took her hand in his. "It has its pros and cons, but for the most part its a good set up." He took another bite of the pizza. He couldn't help wondering if she just wanted an older study partner to help her out. She was obviously smart enough, she didn't need that.
"I was thinking we might catch a movie? Or go out to dinner?" He blushed, there was no playing it safe with that sentence. He couldn't believe he hadn't left at least some way to escape with his dignity if she refused.
She shoved her free hand beneath her leg and stared at the hand he was holding again. "Like a...date?"
[/b] she spoke, the last word coming out weakly, higher in pitch. She pulled her hand away from him and wove her fingers together in her lap. She stared down, then at the pizza. She felt moderately sick. She tried to force herself to stay calm, but it wasn't working much.
He felt embarrassed now, he could tell the very idea of going on a date with him had scared her away. "I . . . uh . . . " He struggled to find the words. His brain was failing him, it was completely refusing to function now. He tried to look into her eyes to calm himself, but they did little to help.
He took a long breath, and managed to at least get some sort of sentence out. "Well, I thought so. But if you don't want to its okay." He had laid it all on the line, now all he could do was wait for her reply.
She realized her response had given him the wrong impression and she immediately felt bad. She turned to look at him, smiling shyly. "No. I mean, yes. I mean...I do want to."
[/b] There, she'd said it. She'd just told him she wanted to go on a date with him. "Sorry, that came out the wrong way. I would love to go on a date with you Sawyer."[/b] She smiled again before cautiously reaching over and squeezing his fingers in her palm. [/color][/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Sawyer smiled from ear to ear, he couldn't believe his luck. He slid a little closer and put his arm around her. He looked into her eyes and noticed she was smiling again. "Avery, I mean it you are very pretty when you smile." He leaned in and wrapped his other arm around her. The electricity of their hands meeting was nothing compared to the rush of feelings as he embraced her.
It was like every nerve in his body had come alive for the first time in years. He only hoped she could feel it too. He pulled away feeling a little sheepish, "I'm sorry I don't know what came over me." He ran his fingers through her hair, fixing the strand that his outburst had knocked out of place.