Unoriginality for Sara
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Thread Topic: Unoriginality for Sara
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how tragic
He quickly gave his address, then took another bite of his food. "You're planning on bringing it over tomorrow, right? Or tonight?" Connelly eventually settled on a channel and pulled his legs up onto the couch, wrapping his free hand around his ankle. -
yes tragic
"What works best for you?" Samantha asked. Samantha didn't have much to do, so it didn't matter when she dropped it off. She pulled her hair away from her face, throwing the can of soda away and sitting on the foot of her unmade bed. Samantha wondered what this man's house would look like, she didn't often see many people with decent houses- not around here, anyways. The area was crime and drug filled, but a great place to have cheap rent. -
in the style of true cliche they'll never return to work
He shrugged, even though she couldn't see it. "Whenever you have the time. I don't have much of a social calendar, so I'm free whenever." For a moment, he wondered where she lived. By now, Connelly knew that most people didn't live in apartments like his, especially alone. His mind painted a lovely picture of her in a fairly normal house in a nice enough suburban area, with a few roommates, most of who were still in college. -
great
Samantha nodded, "I don't have much going on either. Will tonight work?" She questioned. Samantha felt a strong need to go out and do something. It was killing her to stay inside this apartment with quite the dense air for so long. It was boring, and frankly, she hated it quite a bit. Samantha stood up, walking over to the small mirror and brushed out her hair, using her free hand. Her hair was naturally wavy, not poofy like it was today. She had merely styled it that way. -
"Uh, sure," he replied, immediately looking around the apartment with growing panic. Fortunately, the books were the only messy part of his home, and he really didn't need to clean those up. But should he change? Did he look sloppy or gross? He suddenly felt the need to look as if his parents' friend were coming over and he was once again an accessory for bragging purposes.
Instead, he took another few bites of his dinner and made absolutely no effort to move. -
The girl nodded, looking at the time. "It's around five now, how about eight, then?" She inquired, "Oh, and what's your address." Samantha glanced around the messy motel room, pondering what to wear. 'Nothing too fancy,' she thought, 'he was the a--hole who ruined your dress, after all. He doesn't deserve to see me dressed up.' Eventually, she decided on a black, three quarter sleeve Harley Davidson shirt with a v neck. To match, she wore ripped up capris that were randomly bleached and painted on, but looked nice.
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"Sure," he said, then gave her his address. He had three hours to get ready, so there was no rush. Connelly reached for his soda and took a drink, then glanced back up at the TV. He decided that he wanted a little more to eat, so he grabbed his plate and headed to the kitchen.
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"See you then." Samantha hung up, getting dressed almost immediately. She decided to do her makeup later. Turning the television on, she began to clean around the motel room. Folding clothes and shoving them back into drawers, picking up wrappers and plates. Even doing the dishes and vacuuming. It was cleaned merely an hour before she had to leave. She had her dress on a hanger, laying on her newly made bed. She sighed, beginning to do her makeup in the mirror of the motel room.
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(yes please)
Eventually he got up and got dressed, putting on something only slightly more casual than what he'd normally wear to work. He was about to put back in his contacts and fix his hair, but he decided against it. Having messy hair and dorky glasses suited him, in a way. He tidied the place a bit, though it was mainly reorganizing. He had a maid come in weekly, so the space was already pretty clean. At 7:55, he was finally finished, and waited at the door for her to knock. -
Samantha pulled into the apartment complex's driveway. She sighed, stopping her car from running. "Well, here goes nothing." She said to herself. Samantha grabbed her dress, taking her phone and bag with her. Slightly nervous, she walked into the complex. She knocked on the room number he had given her, praying it was the correct room. Samantha didn't much like to knock, but since there was no doorbell, she didn't really have an option. Samantha patiently waited for an answer.
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(Tbh I was imagining more of like... a building than a complex)
He let out a slightly anxious sigh then opened the door, a smile on his face. He looked her over once then invited her in, noticing the dress from earlier. It looked even worse than earlier, when the coffee was fresh on it. Connelly held out a hand to take it from her, not really sure what to do next. -
then ignore what I said and make it a building)
Samantha managed a small smile. "Thanks a lot. Oh? May I come in?" Despite what Sam would like to claim, she was awfully curious to see the male's apartment. She was already jealous that he had a better home than she did, but that was partially her choice. It wasn't like she couldn't live in a nicer place- she just lived in the motel due to the cheapness. Her smile grew wider, trying her best to be happy and friendly. -
"Sure, of course. Sorry sbout the mess," he said as she walked into the house. He told her that he'd be right back as he took the dress to the guest bedroom. As he walked back, he wasn't sure what to do. Did he offer her something to drink? Invite her to have a seat? Socialization was terrifying, and the boy had to admit that he had no clue what to do.
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Samantha glanced around the apartment. "Nice place, must cost a pretty penny." She answered, leaning against the wall. "I'm sorry if I seemed rude inviting myself in, I have nothing to do, and I don't want to go back to my own home." She admitted, shaking her head and sighing. "Honestly? I live in a shabby motel in a crime infested neighborhood. Rent is cheap, though." Samantha had very little money, so she was quite the cheap girl. Whatever was discounted she bought, no matter the quality.
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"Uh, yeah," he replied, walking back into the entry area. "That's what I thought. My parents hate it, they don't think it's nice enough or something." He headed off into the living room, gas tiring for her to follow. One of the walls was almost entirely window, giving them an excellent view of the city and the lights of the night life. "Do you want anything to drink?" He stared at her awkwardly, unsure of what to do. It was incredibly strange for him, now that he knew how different their living situations were. This was his normal, and anything less was, well, a bit of a shock.
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