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Post by Tamika Tucker on Jan 31, 2010 16:18:53 GMT -5
Tamika stretched out on Lia's floor, hands behind her head. She'd headed to the Juarez house after Roller Derby practice, only stopping home to shower, ready to support Lia before her big date with some boy Mika didn't even know. "Lucky you." She yawned, not really sounding as if she was certain she thought Lia really was lucky. "A date with a Senior. You said he went to Gould?"
She hardly kept up with Silver's upperclassmen, let alone Gould's, but she supposed that there were probably a few of them who were okay. Ish. Not very many, though; most of her fellow students were too air-headed to be interested, in, say, Proust or Nabokov. Not that she was particularly fond of studying; far from it! Those stupid straight-A students were just as idiotic as the rest of them, only memorizing information long enough to regurgitate it on their exams. They didn't actually understand any of it.
"So what's he like?" She wondered. She didn't mean in looks, either. She meant was he intelligent, was he cool, was he firmly against the mainstream? Lia would understand, though; that was one of the excellent things about friends, knowing exactly what the other meant with little explanation.
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Post by Lia Juarez on Jan 31, 2010 16:43:37 GMT -5
i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh184/iriestor/outfit.jpg"He's brand new, only a few days in America so far so he has the sexiest French accent." Lia replied flipping her self so her hair hung down and she could under brush it. She was dressed in a teal and bronze sundress that contrasted nicely with her pale coloring. Yes he is in Gould now, but he was up in British Columbia before coming here and before that Paris." She squeezed some product on her fingers and then ran it through her hair. "He likes the water and wants to study pods of whales. As it was well known what a nut Lia was about the ocean, it was clear it was more than the gorgeous looks she had raved about earlier that appealed to her. "He calls me Llyria, no one but my grandparents call me that, but it sounds so sexy when he says it, that I don't mind," she said with a deep sigh.
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Post by Tamika Tucker on Jan 31, 2010 17:07:52 GMT -5
"Aaah, an intellectual! Good." Tamika responded approvingly. If he was interested in studying whales then he was probably very much into environmentalism and all the other causes that anyone who was anyone was aligned with. "Good to know he's not an idiot." And French, that got him points, too. The French were supposed to be sophisticated and artistic and in every way superior to their boorish American counter parts. Tamika wished she was French; how cool would that be? If she dated anyone, which she didn't because there wasn't anyone good enough (that was what she claimed, anyway), then she would want to date someone French.
"So where is he taking you? The Aquarium?" She grinned; if anyone else went to the Aquarium as frequently as Lia they'd be sick of it by now, but the Spanish girl probably considered that the most romantic date possible. If it had been Tamika, she would have considered that a cheap way out of coming up with something interesting, choosing something she so obviously enjoyed, but Lia was generally more charitable about that kind of thing. In fact, Lia was generally nicer, full stop. But as Lia was one of the few other students who was intelligent and interesting, Tamika let that little bit of weakness toward her fellow man slide.
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Post by Lia Juarez on Feb 1, 2010 22:45:21 GMT -5
"He didn't say, just to meet him where we met the other day. Which is in front of the Mall near the bus stop. The movie theater is in the mall... or there are several restaurants around there,"Lia mused, hoping it wasn't a movie. She liked movies as much as the next girl, but this was her very first date and she hoped it would be something really special. The ballet would be great or a play, something more than a normal hang out date."Tamika, where would you want to go if you were in my place," she asked her friend who always had interesting, creative ideas. Of course their tastes were widely divergent, Lia was usually open to new and different things. Lia finished dressing and then began to work on her makeup, which was very simple but far from natural. She did her eyes with thick eyeliner and painted delicate designs coming like tear drops from the corners of her eyes to rain down her cheeks. Her lips were more natural except for the cherry pink color, but she didn't mess with the shape at least.
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