forum Runaways (One on One))((Reboot because the other one I did died..)) ((Closed))

Started December 26, 2018 by Deleted user

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She waved and smiled back as she walked back to the kids "ready guys?"
(Time skip till the date?")

((Sure!))

Dorian walked into the library. Aria would be there any second, and anxiety was lightly gripping at his insides. He knew it really wasn’t a date, but still- he couldn’t help thinking of it as one. It didn’t help that he kept going back and forth on wether to tell her his feelings or not. He paced around a few steps, then stopped and ran his hand through his hair. “Don’t be nervous, it’s just like every other time you’ve hung out with her- she’s been your best friend for years now, whatever happens, it’ll be fine, just calm down,” he thought, finally forcing some reason back into himself.

Aria was just about done putting everything away. She grabbed her bag and headed for the elevator, pushing the 1st floor button. While heading downstairs she tried to calm her nerves "alright Aria, you've got this, you're going to tell him you like him, no, you're going tell him you love him, I'd he says he doesn't feel the same, fine. You won't cry yourself to sleep or stalk his lover and find her house. You'll be fine." She told herself as the doors opened. "Hey! You ready?" Ok you might stalk his lover if he has one….

Dorian jerked his head up as he heard Aria speak to him. “Hey! And of course- I was born ready.” He gave her a lopsided grin before falling into step beside her. Trying to start up some casual conversation, he asked, “So how was work? I mean, I know it was probably great for you, but, like, specifics. Anything really happen?” He cast her a joking look.

"born ready for me to read your poems? I think not." And no not really, the author that came tried to hit on me but stopped when I told him I was a world class assassin and that I would like him if he dared touch me. Other than that, pretty good." She gave him a similar grin as they walked to his house "how bout you? How was work?"

He cringe slightly, then messed with the back of his hair. “Yeah, I guess I’ll never be ready for you to read my poems, but fake it till you make it!?” He sounded almost confused as he tried to convince himself of the statement. Dorian stiffened as Aria spoke about the author hitting on her, instant thoughts of doubt filling his head. Was he too late to confess? He quietly sighed with relief when she said she had ended it. He finally replied with, “Well, work was okay as it could be. I got there a little late, but luckily Kaleb covered for me. Uhh, during work some Barbie chick spilled ketchup on me, and a middle aged church women tried to talk to my manager about my piercings, but hey! All in all a not horrible day.”

"Really? about you're piercings again? what is up with people and your piercings?" she said annoyed. she reached a hand and lightly caressed one near his eyes "I will never understand human beings." She climbed the stairs to his house "I'm ready to see my girl."

Dorian instantly flushed bright red when she touched him, his skin going hot. He had to restrain himself from touching where she had. Forcing himself back together, he cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, it really does get annoying, but I’m used to it by now.” He climbed up the stairs and pulled out his key. He unlocked the door, and swung it open. Bowing, he said, “Ladies first.”

She wondered if she stepped over a boundary when she touched him, seeing how he flushed red and changed the subject so quickly. "Thank you," she said as she walked in. The cat padded up and rubbed her ankles "hey, girly, how's my favorite feline been?" She knelt down slowly and petted the cats head, earning her some purrs. Aria smiled up at Dorian "definitely doing better."

He smiled at Aria from how she was speaking to Angel. He quickly closed the door, then replied, “She really is! I’m glad too, because her cold got so intense at one point I was afraid something bad was gonna happen to her.” He got down on one knee and Angel pranced over. He picked her up and scratched behind her ears, and she purred contently.

(could have sworn I answered I'm so sorry!)
Aria smiled "stay like that for a minute." She stood and grabbed her phone from her bag. "Alright 321," she took a picture of the two "yep, I'm keeping that one." She had tons of pictures like this, but one more couldn't hurt. "Now for some good, old fashion, reading."

After she had finished taking the picture, he rolled his eyes at her and the way she constantly took pictures like that. He carefully set down Angel and said, “Alright… For how much I love reading this is actually the part I’ve been dreading.” He nervously laughed, before walking into his living room and going to his desk, where he had piles of stories and poems stacked.

She laughed "why are you nervous? It can't be that bad." She sat on the couch and waited for him to get back. Angel jumped up next to her poised herself on her lap "you wanna hear them to girly?"

“Because!! They are that bad!! And besides.. I’m just afraid you won’t like them…” He sorted through the papers, and found one of his better poems.. Well, by better he meant okayish. He picked it up and took it over to Aria, cringing as he handed it over.

"first off, they're not bad, anything you do is perfect. Secondly, I will love anything you write, even if it has its flaws." She took the paper from him and started to read through the it aloud "Her" it was called.

Dorian went and perched on the arm of the couch, so he could read over her shoulder. He gave her a pointed look and said, “That can be highly debated.. But alright, if you say so…” He began to fidget with a loose string on his pants as she began to read it aloud.

He looked up at him "I do say so." She noticed how close he was to her and it took every fiber in her body not to lean into him.
Her
From where should I begin?
Her eyes, like dark pools of the bluest water, I find myself drowning in them, yet never craving air, only her gaze
Her lips, ones I want to taste, to feel, to endulge in.
….(fluffy stuff to fill in the middle)
I want her to be mine, Gid curse me for being so selfish but I want no one else to have her but me, let me love her, let me tell her that she owns my heart.
her name….

Dorian couldn’t help looking over at Aria as she read the poem. The poem he’d written for her. The poem he had been too afraid to give to her for fear it would ruin their friendship. Now, it was all out in the open. He had frozen completely, and only then noticed that he was holding his breath, waiting to see what she did, waiting for her to reject him.

She slowly put the paper down as if it were a small, fragile child and walked to the bathroom, needing to clear her head "excuse me for a moment." She shut the door behind her
No, it's not about you, you want it to be, but it's not. It's just words coming from his imagination that sound good together. ….oh so beautifully fit together. She composed herself and walked back out. "That was beautiful, truly beautiful Dorian." She said quietly "how do you come up something so….so desirable?"

As she walked off to the bathroom, Dorian felt his heart shatter into trillions of pieces. He knew on some level this would happen, but hoped, pleaded, that it would go differently. When she came back out, he answered, “Oh, thank you.. I just, more or less wrote down my observations, and the feelings I was having… You know, it’s always the smallest things about people, the things they do when they think nobody’s watching, when they’re being truly them, that makes you fall in love with somebody, and I guess I just went from there and described my feelings.” He rambled on, an overall tone of sadness darkening his voice.

She nodded in understanding "I get it, you have no idea how true that is." She looked over at him "so who's the lucky lady?" She asked with a smile

He had to stop himself from gasping. She didn’t know- she didn’t know it was about her. “Oh, c’mon, you know I can’t tell you that.” He tried to dodge the question, looking down.

"please!!! Please tell me! You know I hate it when you keep things from me,. Please!!!" She begged "I wont tell anyone,”she looked at him “please Dorian.”

He sighed, making up his mind. “Alright, fine.. Just, promise me, that no matter what I say, our friendship will stay the same.” He looked back up at her.