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 Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 9:34 pm
Guillame smiled and walked along with Tristan, Adair would hopefully be okay, he would have gladly helped her out, given her a hand but Tristan had him so he would just have to hope for the best.
"You have been here before?" Guillame asked, taking in the area. He'd been hiking before but not at the park. He'd usually be caught doing things like drawing at home, or painting...maybe playing an instrument or two or just plain being around his father. Guillame's father was an intellegent man and he benefitted from the times he got to spend with him.
Guillame smiled at Tristan, he felt his jaw muscles become a little sore from smiling so much but it wasn't like he'd really care. If he wasn't allowed to smile then he didn't find life worth living.
"C'est tres...relaxant."
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 9:48 pm
Tristan grinned. "I come here whenever I can." He chuckled when Guillame said something in French. "I'm just going to pretend I understood that!" He said laughing. He really liked being around Guillame. And now not just because he is cute! But because he is intelligent, kind, caring, considerate, and cute. He walked them over to one of the rocks and sat down, patting the spot next to him for Guillame to sit as well.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 9:55 pm
Guillame stared around almost dumbfounded until he'd seen Tristan move away. All movements to him were slightly amplified, he didn't know why that was...it was just that way. Guillame looked back to make sure Adair was okay before he heard scuffling on some rocks and a patting sound. Guillame looked back and noticed that Tristan had sat down on a rock and was motioning for him to join. Guillame looked left and right, wondering if anyone else had decided to join them. It didn't seem like to so Guillame walked over and sat beside Tristan.
"Ehhh...it is very relaxing here..." Guillame translated what he said in French, blushing slightly as he forgot to translate earlier.
"Comment ton vie.....how's life?" Guillame asked, smiling. He usually asked open ended questions like that.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 10:00 pm
"Well, I can't complain." He said with a grin. It was true. He had a decent family, and more importantly, a cute French guy sitting next to him. He smiled as the stream trickled over the rocks, creating a nice bubbling sound. Tristan shifted slightly, to get more comfortable and his hand accidentally/on purpose landed on Guillame's. He pretended not to notice, but watched for Guillame's reaction. He knew what he expected, which was grossly different from what he hoped for.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 10:07 pm
Guillame smiled and listened to the little stream rush around the rocks, creating the sounds that calmed everyone's nerves. Guillame almost found himself relaxing fully though he never really did that so that's why it was was actually impossible. He propped his body up with his arms and sighed, it was a calming atmosphere...that is...until Tristan's hand landed on his. Guillame could feel his teeth clenching tightly together, heat rushing up his face to flood his cheeks.
C'est pas grave.....c'est pas grave.....ne pense pas.... Guillame repeated in his head.
His fingers twitched, Guillame started feeling extremely awkward, a little uncomfortable. There were many things people didn't know about him. Guillame looked over at their hands and gritted his teeth even tighter together, his jaw muscles contracting. He put on a smile though. It wasn't that their hands touching bothered him....it was his secret.
"Moi aussi....me either."
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 10:20 pm
Tristan was slightly nervous when he didn't see much of a reaction from Guillame. Normally when someone reacts then he knows what to do, but when they just don't do anything, that is when he gets worried. It was scary when they didn't react because then he had no clue what they were thinking! "That's good." He said with a smile, trying to force small talk. He felt a slight blush rush to his face and grinned nervously. Why couldn't Guillame just react?!
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 10:24 pm
Guillame clicked his teeth together and turned away from Tristan, not facing him. It would only make things seem more awkward than they already were. He knew that it would ruin things...everything he'd been raised for. His father always wanted him to marry a beautiful woman and sire him grandchildren. Guillame would always smile and walk away. He moved his hand so that Tristan's palm touched his, he gave Tristan's hand a squeeze and smiled a small smile to himself. His secret was broken.
"Oui....c'est bien." Was all Guillame could manage.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 10:32 pm
Tristan's slight blush sprung into full bloom. He grinned at Guillame and squeezed his hand as well. "I have no clue what that means, but sure." He said with a still nervous chuckle. He had reacted! And it was good! Tristan was doing a happy dance of joy in his head as he held onto Guillame's hand. At least one more step in the right direction! The really cute, funny, nice, caring French guy, is at least bi! And at the very least somewhat interested! Tristan tried with all his might, but he couldn't suppress a nervous giggle.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 10:39 pm
Guillame smiled when Tristan squeezed his hand back. He looked at the trickling stream and let out a slow sigh. This little stunt with Tristan hadn't been what he had expected it to be, he would usually never show someone his most precious secret. Being that he just did however, Guillame couldn't help but feel insecure and a little vulnerable. Did he do the wrong thing? Guillame wasn't exactly sure but he went along anyway...maybe he'd let Tristan in on what he actually was later on, for now he valued friendship.
"I am...sorry if this is....awkward." Guillame appologized, his French accent was heavier when he was nervous which didn't help ease his feelings.
Should he? Guillame kept debating it. It might not be a good idea but now....good ideas were out. He threw caution out the proverbial window. Guillame leaned over and placed a small kiss on Tristan's cheek, almost simultaneously getting up from the rock as if he had to stretch out his legs. He actually did have to but there were other motives...mainly because he was shy.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 10:48 pm
Tristan grinned like an idiot when he felt Guillame's lips against his cheek. They were just as soft as he had thought they would be. He grinned happily. "Not awkward at all Guillame." He said with a smirk. Tristan laid out on the rock, stretching out some, letting the heat of the rock sooth the tense muscles in his back. He always got tense when he was nervous. He laughed full out now, his giggles gone, replaced with guffaws of overabundant happiness.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 7:33 am
Guillame smiled, listening to Tristan's laugh. It was sort of contagious, he'd actually started chuckling along. Guillame's gaze slid up to the sky that happened to be partially blocked out by the trees. The warmth from the sun still flooded through the canopy and the light bled through the leaves. Guillame shook his head, he'd been that close to losing himself in this thoughts and that probably would have been rude. Once his father had tried to snap him out of his daze and nothing had worked, Guillame had the ability to completely lose himself in his own head. He looked at Tristan, spread out on the rock. Guillame smiled and leaned over him.
"Comment le pierre? How is that rock? Comfortable?" Guillame asked, a smile playing on hip lips.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 8:40 am
Adair scowled as she shuffled around anything that might be haphazard enough to cause her to loose her footing. It wasn't made any easier by the fact that most of those haphazard obstacles weren't dangerous enough to trip a five year old. It was a miracle that she had managed to sustain her balance long enough to reach the clearing.
When she finally reached the glade, which was far after the other two had reached it, she was slightly stunned by its tranquillity. Adair stood in silence for a moment before smiling behind her hand, and although she wondered why Tristan was laughing so much she didn't question it. She inched forward cautiously towards one of the smaller rocks before sitting down, effectively ridding herself of the stress of trying to keep herself upright. Without the concrete that she was used to, it seemed like every item on the ground was attempting to entangle her feet, tripping her.
She was quite speechless to say the least, and could only make out the words," This place is nice, maybe I should go outside more often..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 1:14 pm
Tristan smiled. "It is actually a lot more comfortable than I thought it would be." He said with a smile. He noticed Adair walk into the glade and heaved a sigh of relief. He had seen how clumsy she was and had been slightly worried that she would have tripped and died somewhere to be picked apart by vultures.
"How nice of you to join us!" He said smiling at her. He was glad that she hadn't gotten there earlier though. Then it would have been a lot more awkward than it had been. Unfortunately though, this kept Tristan away from Guillame, at least a little bit.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 2:30 pm
Adair frowned and sighed, slightly embarrassed that she had arrived so far after the others and that they had noticed her arrival so suddenly.
"Well, I've made it here in one piece. Quite an accomplishment, don't you think? It's not my fault that I've never been hiking and prefer a solid surface under my feet." She said this quickly, and slightly defensively near the end, forgetting to use proper manners for just a moment. It was a moment before she realized what she had said and offered a small smile as a means of wordless apology.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 4:54 pm
Samantha had heard a faint voice from one of the group before and turned around to find she was facing hte one with the French accent and was holding.....oh......oooooooooooooohhhhhhhh.
"S-Sorry about that. Thanks." she said quietly as the boy ran off back to the group. While she felt a bit guilty at first for the boy to have to run all that way for her forgetfulness, she reasoned he was probably hitting on her. After all, if anything a guy did for a girl was nice, it was a flirtatious move disguised as a kind act. She had been seeing that alot lately in her classes and it once again showed how hollow people were.
She made her way down the street, watching the people passing by on their cellphones, out of tune with the world in a strangely similar way that she seemed to disconnect from it, except they were making deals, talking fake words to supposet loved ones....it was like the whole world was a stage, full of nothing but actors. When would she meet someone real, or would it forever be in her mind that the truest of colors, would have to come from imaginary characters?
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