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Post by Varina McIntosh on Mar 8, 2010 21:44:51 GMT -5
So happy that her announcements had gone over so well and that people were walking with brochures in hand, Varina didn't notice when she was standing right next to Greg Meyers.
THE [/b]Greg Meyers. Teen heart-throb sensation. She used to rush home to watch the soaps just to watch him. She had posters of him up in her room, one on her ceiling above her bed so she could stare at him as she fell asleep at night. Creepy? No more creepy than any other teen girl with a crush on a star. Or Teen boy with Sports Illustrated bikini clad beauty on his wall or ceiling.
Suddenly the usually talkative, super happy girl had no idea what to say. Her tongue felt glued to the roof of her mouth and her face became quite flushed. Varina had known, absolutely KNOWN that Gregory was going to Silver. They shared two classes, Drama in first period, and Honors Chemistry in fifth. She had somehow managed to avoid being paired with him, however, but that never stopped her from sneaking glances at him across the room or being the first to applaud him after a scene in Drama. He was soooo hawt!
Omgomg OH EM GEE what do I doooo? How's my hair? My face? My clothes?! I brushed my teeth, right? Yes. Good. What do I say? Do I say anything? Do I look at him? Do I ignore him? Crap crap crap, if I ignore him he won't talk to me, but I can't talk back! He's Gregory Meyers! Vee's mind was going way too fast and she still couldn't do more than look at Greg through the corner of her eyes.
God he's so hoooot. He'd never speak to me anyway. But it would be rude not to say something. CRAP.
Another sideways glance at her star crush, and Varina had almost worked herself up to saying something. Opened her mouth to do so and the only thing that came out was a squeak. Quickly clamping her lips together, Varina McIntosh looked away, face flushed as red as it could possibly get under the makeup without turning purple.
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Post by Greg Meyers on Mar 9, 2010 2:52:40 GMT -5
One of the nice things about sort of being out of the public eye was, one didn't have to shave as often. Greg loved that!
The light scruff made him look like a rabid chia pet, plus it was itchy! Tomorrow it would be coming off but for now he'd deal with it.
He made his exchange for his first couple of classes and noticed the girl he shared the locker with wasn't nearby. It hadn't been that long ago she was crying into him about something. Greg really wasn't sure what it was about though, since her English and his sign language needed work.
He heard a squeak from beside him, his head quickly whipped to the left where the was a girl turning several shades of crimson. Was she in trouble? Was she choking on something? He wanted to be careful in case she was.
"Are...are you okay? Do you need a drink or something?" If she would indicate that she were fine the panic would subside but at the moment.
Unsure if it was a seizure or worse, he thought it best not to touch her. "Take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Just follow my instruction, ok?"
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Post by Varina McIntosh on Mar 11, 2010 18:00:06 GMT -5
He's talking to me!
There was no mistaking the words were meant for her as the concern washed across the Soap star's face. Breathe? How was she supposed to breathe when he was standing next to her. Talking to her. LOOKING at her?! Not that he wasn't a pleasant individual, Varina had watched him interact with other students, and often sent quite little jealous glares their way because she wanted desperately to be in their shoes.
Bobbling her head that Yes she was okay, Varina tried again to speak. This time only slightly more successful than the last.
“Yes,” her voice squeaked out. “Yes, I'm fine.”
Not anywhere near as fine as you. OMG he's talking to me still. He thinks I'm dieing. I AM dieing. He's talking to meeeeee! Circular thoughts didn't help Varina's heart rate as it continued to drum frantically in her chest pumping blood at a accelerated rate through her veins. What do I say? What can I say? I have to talk back now. Not talking would be rude. omgomgomgomgomg
“I'm breathing. I promise. Just... a little out of breath.” It was getting a little easier to talk, but not by much. With a voice pitched higher than normal and hands that shook with nerves it was pretty clear that she was jittery for a reason. Running a hand over the ribbed knit fabric of her dark salmon sweater Varina once again wondered if she should be standing there or if she should quickly excuse herself and make a mad dash to the next class.
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