Post by daisy on Nov 15, 2012 18:13:27 GMT -5
WANNA SAVE YOUR HEART TONIGHT
he'll only break you, leave your torn apart
[/style] | [style=width: 250px; height: 280px; background-color: #f1f1f1; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; overflow: auto; border-left: 5px solid #3b5323; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;]He had been anticipating this night for two days straight. He had planned every detail perfectly: the dinner, the setting, the flowers, even his own appearance had been perfected. He knew that this technically wasn't a date, but to him it had been. He wanted her to forget the little tweeb that had stolen her heart only to shatter it into a million pieces. He needed her to forget so that she could have a good time with him. Of course there was a significant age difference between the two, that he shouldn't ignore, but he did; he didn't care much about age, it was but a number. So what if she was eighteen, and he was twenty-eight? It wasn't a big deal to him. He had feelings for he girl, feelings he had tried to ignore, but after having heard about the break-up, he leaped at the chance to be able to take her on one of his dates, to maybe, have her for himself, even if it was for a short time. He wasn't looking for a wife, so it was unlikely he would ask the girl to marry him, and he wasn't looking for sex; he was just looking for a relationship, however brief. He was looking for a girl that he could spend his time with outside of work, not so much outside of the business, as she too was an actor, well actress in this case. She was more famous than he, it was true, even with the size of his ego he would admit to such things, but that didn't matter to him either. What mattered to him was that he was going to take the girl he had eyes on on a date, and make her feel special; something that that boy had done nothing to do so when he had broken her heart, or so he believed. Pippin tapped his fingers against the steering wheel of his silver Audi, the classic tunes of Led Zepplin blasting through the speakers. He was dressed semi-casually, dark blue jeans, a grey button down shirt, brown boots and a matching leather belt completed the look. His hair was styled in it's usual "shark fin" fashion, and a light shade of brown stubble could be seen on his face. He had wanted to look good for Faith, without drawing too many questions from her. He had noticed that she asked many questions, at least in their conversations. He had no idea whether that was who she was, or if it was just something that he drew out of her. He would find out on that night. He would ask her about herkf, he would get to know her like no one else could, and if she wanted to cry about her ex, he would let her; he would lend her his broad shoulders so that she could cry on them, and pour out her heart and soul to him, but only if she wanted to. He preferred the thought of having a happy night full of romance, and starlight, but he couldn't predict what would happen, no matter how much he wished he could. He pulled into the driveway of Faith's home and cut the engine. He slipped out of the car, grabbed the small bouquet of blue roses that he had placed on the passenger seat and sauntered over to the door, adjusting his attire as he walked. He was nervous, he wouldn't lie. He knew that it was only supposed to be two potential friends hanging out, but to him it was a date, and because of that his anxiety levels were twice the normal. His hands were shaking lightly and so he stuck his free in his pocket, but not before he had rung the door bell. He took a step down, as he waited, holding the flowers tightly to keep from letting his anxieties show. He was going to wow her, flatter her, and make her feel special. It was his goal for the night, and he was determined to reach it. |