(oh my)
Met stretched out his legs with a soft noise, looking up at his ceiling and relaxing back into his bed. He desperately wanted to text CC after their falling out at school, but he wanted to wait for her. He flopped his hands on his face and stood up off of his bed, just sort of standing there for a few moments, before bending down and starting to pluck up his clothes and other things on his floor. He sorted out his desk, and once he was finished putting his things in the washer, sat down at his keyboard. He didn't know what to play. Should he practice the songs for his upcoming concert? No, that didn't require a piano. He didn't want to play any of the sheet music he had, either. He clicked his long nails on the side of it and flopped down onto the keys, the instrument wobbling but keeping his weight loyally.
(yeah, its alot worse in my actual story shes in….)
Slowly walking up the stairs, her head pounding like drums at a concert, A huge bruise on her cheekbone, and her bookbag once again had the straps ripped off. Walking into her room, her white cat sitting in the open window, immediately Phoebe (the cat) ran up to her as she laid down on her bed. Tears slowly dripping from her frosty eyes, glazed over with tears, she let out a tiny laugh as Pheobe licked her nose.
"yeah…. no crying."
She says to the cat petting her.
(scared writer noise though i do understand with Met lmao)
Met sighed and sat up again, leaning back in his stool and eventually tumbling down onto the ground with a grunt. He was a big stupid guy. And what did the big stupid guy after getting home? Turn on his phone to put it on the charger, clean his room, sit down at his piano, fall backwards with his stool and promptly fall asleep, snoring on his floor, his legs still bent with the seat. He was a big dumb guy. A big dumb sleepy guy.
(IM DEAD I love him!)
Grabbing her phone as Phoebe cuddles up near her face, she texted his number. Hoping she wouldnt be a bother.
Hey! We exchanged numbers for a reason, so i thought i would put it to use!
She types, then deleting the whole thing.
Hey! This is CC!
Nope
Hey, is this Met?
No, thats wierd
hey, guess who!
No-
And before she knew it, she accidentally hit send. (she only sent the last one lol)
why am i so weird….
(eEeeeehhehehe thank you uwu)
Met snorted awake at the loud chime of his phone, groaning as he moved off of the floor. He felt like he was already three trillion years old as he hoisted himself with difficulty off of the floor to his bed, sitting on it to grab his phone. hey, guess who! Greeted him.
Oh! CC! Hey. He didn't even think over it before sending it, he was so tired. How was the rest of your day at school? He sent a second, follow-up before changing her contact name.
I avoided everyone, and my cat happily greeted me right when i got home! so i would say it was pretty good! <3
She sends it, then touched the now almost black bruise on her cheek.
She was really good at lying, so over text was nothing at all.
That's great. It's nice to hear you have a nice cat. He yawned and set his head down on his pillow, shutting his eyes. He didn't even care if his responses didn't make sense. He was ready to pass out for thirty hours straight.
?
yeah i guess…. do you…. not have a nice cat? XD
She sends in a double text, wondering if he was just tired, which she understood.
He seemed tired all day, which was a little sad, he wasnt very…. conversational.
Oh, yeah, no. Neo doesn't want me having pet He answered with obligatorily bad grammar. Sorry, I'm really tired. Did you want to plan to meet up sometime? He asked, remembering their earlier conversation. It'd be nice to go out with her.
Um, well tomorrows saturday, so after work tomorrow morning, we could hang out!
She sent the text, remembering the fact that she had to work at 5 to 10 tomorrow, really not wanting to wake up that early.
Alright. When's that? I can set an alarm or something? He set the phone down again and pulled on another sweater that was hanging off of his bed. He loved sleeping in sweaters. They were the comfiest article of clothing he could wear.
(i just…. love him)
well I need to work from 5 to 10 in the morning, you can either come there, (because rules are like….. not existent at the skating rink, or we could hand out after, whichever you prefer
She could use some company while she worked, but at the same time, she definetly wouldn't mind afterward…. she was so confused and tired, and dying from a headache.
(:D)
I could come over to hang out with you around ten, maybe we can skate together or something. Little did he know that it sounded like the most rustic, classic, romantic date one could set up. He set an alarm for nine-thirty so he had plenty of time to get ready and actually look nice for her and get down to the rink.
(i cant decide weather she works at an iceskating rink or just, rollerskating, what do you want?)
okie dokie! Well, im going to go to sleep, so see you tomorrow!
She sends it with a little smile, wiping her wet cheeks dry, she wasnt going to go to sleep, but he sounded tired, so she was going to let him sleep.
(Well it's up to you, buuuut I do like the simile 'like a giraffe on rollerblades'.)
Me too. Thanks. Have a nice night. He rolled over in his bed and stretched out his legs with a soft yawn, cuddling up into the sheets.
(Okie Dokie)
Early in the morning weren't usually good for her, but today she actually had something to do.
Taking someone's money, then handing them a pair of rollerblades, she sighed as she leaned on the counter. She was excited to skate with him, or just to hang out with him.
It was nine-thirty four when he was woken up by his alarm in his left ear. He sat up slowly with a soft noise, turning off the alarm and stumbling gracefully out of his bed and onto the floor. He stood up again and yawned, glancing into his mirror. He still looked like a very tired drag queen. He cursed softly and went into the bathroom, splashing some water on his face and starting a shower.
Sitting at the desk, she just wrote stories while changing the songs, mixing it up.
"why did I do it? I have no idea, but I don't regret it a single bit."
She wrote as she leaned her back back, spinning around in her chair, making sure her hair didn't get caught in it. Which…it did.
"Ugh, I need to cut it….later"
She sighed to herself as she quickly untangled it
As she grumbled about her hair being too long, Met stepped out of the shower to cut his own now that it was wet and washed. He grabbed a pair of scissors he stole from his twin for this purpose and started snipping into the trash can, humming softly. Once he was done, it was to his jaw. He knew it'd curl up and look really nice. Or make him look more feminine. It was always a roll of the dice. He turned off his shower and got dressed in a pair of jeans and the same sweater he wore last night. He put on his shoes and walked out, running his fingers through his shorter hair happily.
Finally, feeling like she's pulled a chunk of hair out, she falls to the ground, knocking in to all of the rollerblades.
"COME ON"
She says while rollerblades fall on her head one after the other, and still having a migraine from last night did NOT help in the least. There was still an ugly bruise on her left cheek, which she couldn't do much about. It was almost winter, her freckles would come out soon, which she was definitely happy about.
(CC gets white freckles in the winter, or when it's really cold)
(cute. and I was thinking it was March or something so)
Met trotted along with soft hums, checking to make sure he had his wallet and stuff as he approached the rink. He hadn't rollerskated in a long while, so he might make a fool of himself, but who didn't the first couple of minutes in the rink?
He walked into the front door and peered his long self into the blade booth, raising his eyebrows when he noticed her on the floor and covered in rollerblades.
"CC?"
(Ah it can be! Just all of my other roleplays are mid-October so i was just thinking of a change, but it can be march if you want)
(oooh okay that makes sense. But since it's finals and raining, I thought mid March would make sense.)
"AH, I'm sorry!"
She says as she looks up, noticing Met looking straight at her.
Quickly picking up rollerblades and sliding them into their slots. Then rushing to the counter,
"Hey! I'm so sorr- you look nice!"
She says leaning against the counter, trying to hide that nasty bruise, failing.
