Waiting For The Girl - Tyler tag Maggy

[Tyler Durnham]

Though the circumstances were obviously much different from the usual dates he went on, Tyler prepared for his date with Maggy just as carefully as he would for any other girl. Had to make a good, no, better than good impression on the girl, and anyone who happened to see the two of them out. It was almost a shame his father wasn’t home, Tyler would have loved to have seen the man’s face when he saw his son’s date. And they would have a good chuckle about it afterwards, when he explained the situation.

He showered, shaved and put on just the right amount of cologne before getting dressed in the outfit he had carefully selected beforehand. Considering where Maggy had chosen to go for dinner on Valentine’s Day, he kept it casual, having selected jeans, runners and a light blue shirt, one his mother had brought as a present and sent cross-country, thinking it matched his eyes. And that woman knew her fashion, Tyler decided, appraising himself once more in the mirror before heading into the lounge room to wait. If he did his job right, Maggy wouldn’t be able to keep her eyes off him all evening. And neither would anyone else, for that matter.

And besides, the long preparation gave him time to think about the Valentine’s card he had found in his locker that afternoon, from none other than the ‘happily engaged’ Daja. The girl was cute, he could admit that, and there was not a guy alive who didn’t appreciate being called sexy, but Tyler stayed cleared of engaged and married women, his own little rule. Still, it wouldn’t stop him from flirting with her the next time he saw her, and thank her for the card. Even if she could seemingly use a few lessons in spelling.

[Magdalena "Maggy" Veloz]

Maggy had not really wanted to change, but Phil had insisted. Sometimes it was really irksome, being his doll, but his little sister refused to allow him to dress her so Magdalena reluctantly accepted his fashion advice. At least he didn't make any attempts to make her less Goth, that was a relief. But then if he had a Goth aversion they would never have been friends in the first place. So with Phil's advice she changed from her baggy pants and t-shirt into a layered black skirt, white blouse, black vest and fishnets. Her friend had wanted to put her in heels, but she didn't own any of those, so boots it was. They were kind of funky, artistic boots, though, a little nicer than her normal combat or Hot Topic boots -- or she thought so, anyway. The cameo and feathered hair clip finished the outfit off, made it clear this was dressing nicely. Or about as nicely as she was inclined to dress. She was definitely not going to dress like the Disney Princesses Tyler normally associated with, even if he would probably prefer that she did. If he was going to ask her on dates then he had better be prepared to take her exactly as she was -- jumpy and oddly recalcitrant.

She still couldn't believe she had agreed to go with him tonight -- people would see them together! In public!! On Valentine's Day!!! Even after she pulled up to his house she wasn't sure she had the nerve to go through with this -- she sat in her white lifted Ford pickup, staring at the veritable mansion that housed her date. Should she go up to the door -- but then what if his parents were home, she would have to meet them and make small talk. That was no good. But she had to let him know she was there somehow, even if she was starting to regret agreeing to this date in the first place. Maybe she should just turn around and leave, see if he would stop bothering her if she stood him up. But then...he was pretty. Very, very pretty. And one date couldn't hurt anything, right? She eyed the house again, wondering if he would just miraculously know she was there. She wouldn't be surprised, he seemed uncannily aware. Still, he didn't seem to be in any hurry to come out as long as she didn't approach. She took a deep, fortifying breath and honked her truck horn twice. That ought to alert him of her presence...

[Tyler Durnham]

Maggy was right, not that Tyler knew it at the time, but the moment the girl pulled up in front of his house he knew about it. He made no effort to move, to greet his date, instead waiting, curious to see what she would do. He didn’t think she would come to the door, it seemed rather a bold mood for the shy and nervous seeming girl. So, he wasn’t surprised when a few minutes later, after she had worked up the courage he supposed, he heard the sound of a horn, twice, her way of letting him know she was waiting.

He left her to wait, for just another minute more, before flipping on the alarm system and casually sauntering out of the house, locking the door behind him. It was only then that he turned and got a good look at Maggy’s car, surprise the first thing showing on his handsome face. He had seen the car before at school, it was impossible to miss, but he didn’t even consider that was hers. Now that he thought about it, it suited the girl, in an odd way, and grinning brightly he made his way to her, slipping his keys back in his pocket.

Getting into the passenger seat, amused by the role reversal, he got a really good look at his date, and to his surprise, he really, really liked what he saw. It was different, her outfit, but it looked pretty good on the girl. And she previously been hiding some very nice legs. “Wow Maggy, you look good. Really good.” he admitted honestly, flashing her his trademark grin. “Let’s go then.”

[Magdalena "Maggy" Veloz]

"Th-thank you." Magdalena blushed, surprised at Tyler's admission. She knew, logically, she shouldn't have been. He was charming, and part of that was he was always paying compliments. But she wasn't exactly used to compliments on her looks, not outside of the perfunctory ones that Phil paid her. Phil was a good deal like Tyler, actually, in that respect; he told every girl he talked to that she was beautiful. The difference was that Phil had exactly zero interest in flirting with any ladies, and Tyler wanted all of them, or at least wanted all of them to love him. He acted so sincere, though, so she couldn't help but think that maybe, maybe he really did think she was pretty. And even though she did not care for many of the more traditional aspects of feminine culture, it was nice, feeling that she was attractive.

She nodded in response, and pulled her truck out of his driveway, very narrowly missing his mail box before speeding her way out of his neighborhood. Her radio blared BYOB by System of a Down. She loved that song, happened to agree with it whole-heartedly; just because her best friend was a Republican did not mean that she was any such thing. But she realized that Tyler might agree more with Phil, and anyway, she couldn't imagine that he was a big fan of metal anything.

"Umm." She began as she whizzed through a red light, "You can change it, if you want." She didn't bother to clarify what it was, assuming he would know she was talking about the radio.

[Tyler Durnham]

“No, it’s your car, we’ll listen to what you want.” Tyler grinned, relaxing back in his seat as he kept his eyes firmly glued on the girl driving beside him. He liked seeing her get flustered, blush, whenever she was aware of his focus on her. Besides, he spotted her not spotting the red light, not to mention heard a few horns blasted in annoyance, something Maggy hadn’t seemed to pick up on. Staring at the uniquely cute girl, rather than the road, might help him keep his nerves in check, not knowing what other road rules she might be breaking. He wasn’t a stickler for rules himself, it was a common occurrence for him to speed, and just as common an occurrence to talk himself out of any fines. He could usually rely on his charm, but he was not above bribing. After all, it was not the money that was important to him, but the knowledge that he got out of something he should not have. Always gave him a smug feeling of self importance.

Maggy’s law breaking amused him though, on first impressions, he presumed her to be a good girl, never late for anything and always made sure her homework was done on time. He wondered if that was indeed the case, and her actions now were due to being so close to him. It made it all the more amusing.

“Can’t say I’m a massive fan, but they’re alright.” Tyler decided, speaking about the band. “But, didn’t have you pegged as a heavy metal fan.” he was happy to admit. “Figured you more to be into, I don’t know, Evanescence maybe? Radiohead? Guess I have a lot to learn about you Maggy. Or do you prefer Magdalena?”

[Magdalena "Maggy" Veloz]

Magdalena snorted, ignoring the question of how he should refer to her. "Evanescence?!" Her voice dripped scorn at the thought that she would listen to the goth lite, faux Christian band. Not her thing. Maybe if they had been more honest from the beginning....Wait, no, she still wouldn't listen to them. They just were too light and airy, well, okay, maybe goth and depressing, but definitely not the sort of revved up testosterone-driven fare she preferred. "Umm, right. Evanescence sucks. Try Lamb of God if you want good metal." She listened to lots of different genres, not just metal - rap, country, rock, she really did not care as long as it was loud and aggressive. "And Radiohead is lame music for people who want to pretend they're intellectuals." Which sometimes she did want to pretend, but she was not about to admit that, not miss I like to pimp out my car for fun! Sure, maybe a love of Lovecraft and Tesla Coils kind of counted as intellectual, but when her comment was really aimed not at the intellectual community as a whole, but at liberal arts majors specifically. She had never thought about this precisely enough to make that clear, however. And she didn't listen to Radiohead, regardless.

"Oh. Umm. If you don't like it..." She told him, screeching to a halt as the person in front of her decided to actually stop at the red light. "GAH, what are you DOING!!" She snarled, glaring at them. "We could have MADE that light!!!" She huffed, flopping back against her seat. Put her behind the wheel of a car, with angry music, and she suddenly became rather more aggressive than people used to shy, anxious Maggy would have realized was possible.

"Fine, let's see..." She was glad she had rigged up her mp3 player to the audio system. It was kind of a ghetto system, with wires going all into the trunk, but it was better than not having access. "Here, this is a little more mainstream.ish." She offered, flipping to Chamillionaire's Ridin'. It was a good driving song, she thought, especially since it was about driving.

They pulled up to the restaurant right as the next song was beginning, somehow having evaded the notice of the law and without any accidents. Now that she was back on the ground and bereft of the strength lent by her music, she felt very shy again. Great. How was she going to get through this date if she couldn't even bring herself to look at Tyler?

"Umm." She twisted the bottom of her skirt nervously, "This is really okay, right?" She wasn't sure if she meant the restaurant or them going out or both.

[Tyler Durnham]

Seeing Maggy’s outburst to another driver actually obeying the rules of the road, Tyler couldn’t help but smile, watching her in silence. She really was different to what he expected, to what he thought, and he was enjoying this change of perception. It was making their date even more interesting than he had originally thought. He wondered what other secrets the slender girl might have. A desire to join the LA Lakers cheerleaders, possibly. A love of comic books maybe. Perhaps she could juggle a dozen balls at once.

“Yeah, this I’m a bit more familiar with.” Tyler admitted when she put on Chamillionaire. Like her, he listened to a lot of different music, though unlike her, his music of choice was usually a bit more laid back. He didn’t usually listen to anything heavier than The Offspring and Tupac. “You know, I don’t mind Radiohead.” he offered, before laughing at her expression, quickly jumping in before she could offer any apologies. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I like that song of theirs, Creep, but that’s all I know.”

When they reached the restaurant, he was about to step out of the car when Maggy’s question made him pause. Leaning back in the seat, he studied her through intense blue eyes, seeming serious for once. “Of course it is alright Maggy. No, better than.” he smiled warmly, trying to comfort her as it seemed that was what she needed. He thought she meant the restaurant, but he couldn’t be sure, the way she was looking. “But, don’t forget, this was your pick. Next time, I get to choose where we go. And I get to pick you up. Not saying anything against your ride though, I reckon it’s great!” he chuckled softly, getting out of his seat and quickly moving to her side of the car and opening the door, offering his hand.

[Magdalena "Maggy" Veloz]

It was true, she had picked the restaurant. She hadn't thought it would be too crowded, that everyone would be out at all the fancier places, but it looked like there was a nice line anyway. That was just disappointing. She didn't want to have to wait, especially not in a long line with people she didn't know, and then the likelihood was they would have to sit out in the middle of the floor. With all those people around. But they were here, and she didn't want to turn around and say oh, never mind, let's just grab Taco Bell.

She should have told him that there was not going to be a next time, so he was never going to get to choose, thank you very much. But she didn't. She froze, trying to think of some reason he couldn't come over to her house. "Uh...Ah....I...uhh.." She stammered, unable to think of any way to scare him off. He was already persistant, did not seem to be the least bit deterred by all the barriers she tried to erect. And if she did not reject him right now, he might think she actually didn't mind going out with him again. "Next time?!" She managed to choke out. She was kind of surprised he was suggesting a next time, she was never entirely sure if he were seriously interested in her or not. But all the signs were pointing to He Likes You. At least, as far as she could tell.

The hostess took their names, informing an unsurprised but displeased Maggy that the wait would be twenty minutes, which was not too bad but really who wanted to wait? She kicked herself for not calling ahead, but this was TGIF, who needed reservations?! She took the pager, and turned to stare at Tyler's shoes. "Wait outside?" She asked. That would be a little less claustorphobic, perhaps.

[Tyler Durnham]

“Next time.” Tyler repeated, smiling at Maggy’s very anxious reaction at the prospect. He assumed she had considered this a one time thing, on his part, that he wouldn’t be interested in another date. But, she was wrong, if that was her line of thought. He had far from finished with the cute, shy, road raging band girl. “That’s if, I don’t blow things tonight after all. Have to impress you yet, after all.” he chuckled softly, watching her. She was playing hard to get, that was for sure, he wondered if she realised that was where part of the interest lay. No girl had ever played hard to get with him before, no girl he wanted anyway. The thrill of the chase wasn’t something he had often, and he was really enjoying this one. Still, there was something to be said about girls throwing themselves at his feet.

He was a Durnham, and part of that meant not waiting for what he wanted. So, when Maggy asked if he wanted to wait outside, he gave a small shake of his head, flashing her his trademark, confident grin™. “Just give me a sec, I’ll sort this out.” he offered, taking the pager gently from her grasp and headed straight back to the hostess again.

It was a good thing she was female, it made things easier for him. A bit of leaning closer to her than necessary, a bit of casual flirting and soon both he and his date were being shown to a small table towards the back of the restaurant. “Thank you.” he smiled to the waitress, before turning his attentions straight back on Maggy, completely. “See, isn’t this better.” he murmured softly in her ear as he helped her sit, before taking his own seat opposite.

[Magdalena "Maggy" Veloz]

Wow, that had actually worked. He had flirted with the hostess and she had jumped them to the front of the line. Wasn't that a little bit unethical? At least, she told herself that was what bothered her, but really it was only that other people could see they had gotten preferential treatment. If they had been able to line break anonymously, that would have been okay.

She sat with less grace than she would have preferred, her nerves causing a less than elegant tenseness. Okay. Maybe Tyler wasn't so bad. Actually, he was downright charming most of the time. She just couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that he was paying attention to her, and no matter what he said about impressing her, she couldn't believe that he could feel anywhere near the sort of anxiety she felt. In fact, she sometimes had a difficult time realizing that other people did not always possess tons more courage than she did, and that the popular kids sometimes had insecurities, too. She just didn't believe it.

"Umm. Yeah. Great." She grabbed the menu, holding it up over her face, lest he actually attempt to do something inappropriate, like look her in the eyes.

But somehow, somehow as dinner progressed she found herself more and more comfortable in the presence of Tyler Durnham. He was actually more than just pretty and persistant, much to her shock. She didn't even believe he was playing her anymore, she had actually convinced herself that he was a decent, cute, funny guy, to the point that she had actually opened up about her interests -- band, computer programming, fast cars, youth group, her friends, why heels sucked...

And at the end of the night she looked him in those pretty blue eyes. "Thanks. This was...fun."

*wrapped/tags for wrap*