forum you know what? why not, a romance one-on-one! ((closed)) -stalkers come stalk-

Started July 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Hm," Ivory smiled as she entered the house as if everything had a small resemblance to him- it reflected him, more or less.
"So, do you surf?" She asked casually.

“Not really, no.” He said, walking into the kitchen and quickly putting away a few pill bottles.

Ivory nodded but stopped in her tracks as she noticed him subtly putting something away. "I don't mean to pry, but what was that?" She asked, trying to adjust her view.

Aidan fumbled a little, “N-nothing,” He said, “Just a few…umm… spices I forgot to put away.”

"Spices?" Ivory questioned. "Mhmm…okay."

He made sure they were in the cupboard but the door was left ajar so the bottles could still be seen, “So, do anything else other then surfing?”

"Oh yeah, on nice days I kayak and skimboard." She kept her gaze subtly on the cupboard, trying to figure out why he had matching orange 'spice' container that he suddenly felt the urge to put away. "But I love surfing more than anything."

“Hm… did you pick it up when you came to Australia or did you learn after I left America?” He braced his arms on the countertop.

"Yeah, I moved here after I graduated and my parents went up to Rockhampton, so they could be fairly close. But I ran into a friend and they taught me how." She smiled at the memory. "You know I don't go a day without surfing?" Ivory asked.

“Clearly. I mean it’s good that you have something to entertain yourself with, there are many things to do here but surfing is one of the best…not that I’ve ever tried it, no balance.”

"Oh yeah?" She smiled. "What do you do for fun? Other than save drowning women at the beach, that is."

He smiled, “That was a one off thing. I play guitar and soccer, and cartography is another,” He shrugged, “Not as interesting as your surfing.”

"Surfing is whatever. You play the guitar?" She suggested. "Play some." (i gtg soon)

“Alright,” he went to his room to grab the guitar.

Ivory seized this opportunity to check the cupboard, she opened the door ever so slightly and read the labels. She quickly walked back to the spot where she was standing and thought about what they said. (byeee)

Pain Medication and Anti depressants were what the bottles were. Aidan came back humming and completely oblivious about what Ivory Just did (byeeee)

Ivory smiled when Aidan returned, partly from the thought of him up on a stage, and to hide the fact that she knew something bad happened to him.
"Okay, so have you written any songs? Do you sing?" She asked, sitting on a nearby chair.

“I can kinda sing….” Aidan said a bit nervously made sure his guitar was in tune. He hadn’t played for anyone for a few years and was kind of embarrassed.

"Then sing." Ivory smiled. Pain meds and anti-depressants? What happened? She asked herself. I'll ask later.

“Okay…” Aidan started to play the beginning chords for I dreamed a dream from Les Miserables one of his favourite musicals but cut out the first few lyrics as he had already started the music.
“I dreamed a dream in times gone by, when hope was high and life worth living.
I dreamed, that love would never die. I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid, and dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid, no song unsung, no wine untasted”

Ivory stared at him in shock; Had he always been this talented?
"That was…" Ivory lunged at him and caught him in a tight hug. "-Beautiful."

Aidan hugged her back, “Thankyou…I mean, there are things to work on some chords were flat…”