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Post by elizabethlivingsto on Aug 15, 2010 13:09:51 GMT -5
It was something close to 10am, or at least, that's what Liz thought as she glanced at her watch through tired eyes. Spencer had just dropped her off, late mind you, for school. While she had had two of her wisdom teeth pulled two months ago, the other pair had been done early this morning. Liz hated that man with a freaking passion. She truly did. The entire left side of her face felt gone, but there and hugely fat at the same time. Why Spencer had not let her go home and wallow in misery, she did not know. Jerk, prat, right git, pansy, she could let the list go on and on really. Liz was silent as she walked through the halls, knowing that classes were about to change shortly.
She was dressed in a knee length black Prada sleeveless sheath dress, a thin leather belt around her waist, a pair of gladiator heels on her feet, which clicked as she made her way through the currently empty halls to her locker. Liz knew that the massive dose of the Novocaine or lidocaine, whichever it had been would wear off probably by lunch. Fortunately, she had some regular painkillers that would help with that. Opening her locker, Liz dug through a few things to find the tiny pill tin in the back. They were all OTC stuff, midol for that time of the month, aleve for headaches etc. Liz fished out a small bottle of vicodan, which her dentist had given her for the first pair of extractions. She popped one into her mouth, swallowing it with a bit of water from a bottle in her bag. Today was going to suck, and she swore that if her Prom was ruined because of mouth pain...the Brit would throw down some ungodly vengeance against her dentist and her guardian both.
She and Felipe were still going together and things were going along better. They spent more time together, had gone out more, things just felt..tense. Liz was worried about hurting him again so she had this whole *Gotta watch my mouth* thing going on. She missed the comfortableness, the ease, the zingers slung back and forth from before, but hopefully..in time.
Liz knew that Fefe had gotten his tux, and she had settled on her dress this past weekend, and she loved it. It was slinky, tight, white (and the first person to comment on that one would get manicured fingers gouging their eyeballs out. While Liz has retracted her claws a little bit about being stuck in a place she only partly detested now, she was still full of piss and vinegar. She at least watched who she said what to now. Liz looked up as the bell rang, signaling the change in classes. She kenw that Felipe would hit his locker per his usual routine, and it sat across the hall from hers so there was a good chance he would see her. She'd called him late last night to inform him of the blasted dental bit and how she'd be late this morning. She could use some hugs and cuddles this morning.
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Post by felipe on Aug 16, 2010 2:58:23 GMT -5
First class had been beyond tedious. Even the antics of the class clown hadn’t made it any better. The bell couldn’t sound soon enough for Felipe Vila Nova. He threw the girl to his left a smile and a wink, mentally thanking her for being the only glimmer of brightness in the otherwise duller than ditch water room.
He headed for his locker to exchange books for the next lesson, hating carrying more around than he had to. Yes, it would save him hikes to and from said locker if he took his entire morning’s texts with him but old habits were very hard to break, it seemed.
LizBeth was waiting but her own locker opposite. He lifted a hand to wave. “Olá!,” he offered, frowning slightly when he took in her pained expression. “I take it the dentist appointment didn’t go too well? Bebê pequeno pobre,” he added in sympathy. “Why didn’t you take the rest of today off? Perhaps you should tell the school nurse and have her call Spencer...” Liz didn’t look all that well.
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Post by elizabethlivingsto on Aug 16, 2010 3:14:09 GMT -5
Liz looked over at Felipe's locker as she heard his accented voice call out to her. She walked over carefully, making sure that none of the scurrying students knocked into her. Such a knock about would jar her head, and thus making her mouth hurt more.
She shook her head in response about the dentist appointment. "Evil sadistic sonofabitch." She mumbled almost coherently. "Whatevercaine sucks.." The Brit managed to say, holding her left jaw gently, wincing as she thought she might have bit the inside of her cheek. Hearing him call her a poor little baby might have set her nerves twitching, but he did it in his native tongue, and she rather enjoyed when he said anything like that. It sent shivers.
There was a sound similar to a snort as he suggested she have the nurse call Spencer and go home for the day. "Who do you think made me show up? He threatened me with curfew for Prom night if I didn't behave and go to class like a good little student..." She sighed softly. "Believe me, I would much rather be at home, wrapped in my nice silk sheets, sending you naughty pics of my bits while you were in class.." Liz rested her hands at his waist, leaning in and laying her forehead on his chest gently. "If I end up taking some vics at lunch for pain..can you take me home after final class? I don't have my car.."
"By the way, my dress arrived this morning before I left...it's white.." She hadn't told him any details to her dress as of yet. Having custom ordered the piece from one of her fave designers, Liz had wanted to make sure that it was perfect before she told him anything. "Will your tux have matching accents so I can make the right boutonniere order.." Liz was thinking a white rose to go with his tux, if he went in black that was...if he went in white..she'd go with red. She looked up at him, her hands still at his sides, fingers curling gently into the material of his shirt.
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Post by felipe on Aug 16, 2010 3:27:55 GMT -5
“It is black,” he told her. “White shirt and a black tie. So you have chosen white? I shall have to order your corsage then, won’t I?” He already had a flower in mind... one of his favourites. A white gardenia with soft green foliage and maybe some lilac ribbons. He’d seen a picture of it already and knew it was the one he wanted for her. Of course, had she chosen a more colourful dress then the hue of the ribbon would have had to have been altered to suit. “Am I allowed to see your dress?” he asked and he knew he’d get the shaken head in reply. “Harsh,” he teased. “As for taking you home after school... I have the car today as I have errands to run for my mom on the way home so of course I can take you home. I don’t think I could imagine you balancing on the bike’s crossbar otherwise,” he said with a short laugh. A mental image to savour for sure. “I still think you should go home now. Surely Spencer would understand. I mean, wisdom tooth extraction is painful... so I have been told.” Actually by Liz herself 2 moths ago when the first two were pulled. “I can call him and explain if you think he might listen.” (the corsage: www.roseofsharonflowers.com/images/365_gardenia_corsage_wax_hypern.JPG) |
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Post by elizabethlivingsto on Aug 16, 2010 9:54:43 GMT -5
Liz smiled as Felipe confirmed the color of his tux. He was going to look really good this weekend. "Yes. It is customary to order a corsage for your date..." She reminded him lightly. He had really good taste, and Liz couldn't wait to see what he picked out.
She shook her head at him as he had the gall to ask if he could see her dress before hand. Hell no! Liz wanted to make such an impression on her Brazilian when she walked down the stairs that night that he never forgot it. She knew that her dress was going to blow his mind.
Liz gave him a smile as he agreed to take her own, swatting him gently in the upper arm for the handlebar comment. "I'd rather ride the biker then the bike." She mumbled, unsure if Felipe would understand her garbled words.
"I tried, begged him..he was adamant." Liz explained. "Yes it's bloody painful..I rather sure I am going to want to rip someone's head off after lunch..right now, feeling rather numb..and swollen..and fat..tell me Im not fat?" Liz looked up, giving him a perfectly perfected pout, turning her lower lip out gently. He hadn't pulled away lately when she touched him, hadn't in a few weeks, which was great! "Now...if you wanted to leave with me...we could go find someplace to curl up where we won't be bugged..and he thinks he left me at school...and the office hasn't seen me..so I can call out..."
(the link didnt work lovely)
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Post by felipe on Aug 16, 2010 10:01:18 GMT -5
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Post by felipe on Aug 16, 2010 10:58:40 GMT -5
He already had thought about the corsage and didn’t need Liz’s reminder. Luckily it would match completely with a white dress. That said, he’d gone for a colour scheme that would be ok with just about any dress... but was perfect with white.
“Ride the biker, heh?” Felipe lifted an eyebrow at LizBeth in open amusement. They hadn’t taken things that far - yet. Close, but not quite that far.
“I sincerely hope my head will remain firmly in place for the remainder of the day,” he added with a grin.”But as for fat... It would be unchivalrous of me to call you fat. Perhaps a little plump...” He grunted when she back-handed his chest. “But I can’t leave. I have to graduate remember? Too many days lost in attendance now will see me have to retake... and you wouldn’t want to have me around for an entire new year... would you?
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Post by elizabethlivingsto on Aug 16, 2010 12:02:21 GMT -5
"Definitely.." Liz smiled up at him, or smiled as best as she could with her face half numb. Her hands slipped around his back, lacing together. Her eyes found his and stayed there, the one unnumb side of her mouth curling up into a grin.
Liz gasped at his plump comment, backhanding him across the chest. "Prat!" She yelped at him, turning out that lower lip again.
She lifted an eyebrow up at him. "Not that I would mind keeping you here for another year for myself..because trust me..I can think of few things better...I know...graduation is important to you adn your family...and I don't want them upset at you." She tossed her hair back over her shoulders. "Fine, we will stay..both stay..if I get medhead after lunch, I'll text you and try to lay down in the nurses office...Spencer won't let me leave though unless he doesn't know about it."
Liz ran her fingers up along his spine slowly, leaning her head forward on his chest, just breathing him in. Felipe had this smell, a delicious mix of musk and his aftershave, it was lovely. "I can come with you to your errands for your mom...think you can come over after that?"
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Post by felipe on Aug 17, 2010 1:54:12 GMT -5
Felipe wasn’t all that sure what ‘prat’ meant but if LizBeth’s colourful vocabulary of other less than savoury words was anything to go by ‘prat’ was likely to be insulting. Still, he HAD just referred to her as plump (albeit teasingly so) and perhaps the cuss - and smack - had been well deserved.
He still wasn’t all that sure Liz should stay at school but without her guardian’s agreement there wasn’t a lot she could do about it. Ok, so they could easily slip out later today but that wouldn’t really make her feel a lot better. She needed to lie down and sleep through the pain really.
The touch of her fingers trailing up his back was definitely pleasant and Felipe shivered slightly under her touch. Of course they’d engaged in petting - mostly over the past couple of weeks - but hadn’t taken a step past that. That would make things a lot more serious in his eyes and Felipe wasn’t 100% certain he was ready for that yet.
“See how you feel at the end of school,” he suggested. “If you feel up to it - and collecting dry cleaning won’t bore you senseless - then I would love you to come with me. I don’t have to be back home afterwards and so I can stay at your place for a while... If Spencer is ok with that and you don’t have homework!” The last comment was punctuated by a gentle tap from his index finger and on the very tip of her nose.
The next bell sounded and he threw Liz a reluctant smile. “Meet me for lunch?” She probably wouldn’t feel up to eating but her company would be very welcome!
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Post by elizabethlivingsto on Aug 17, 2010 11:15:13 GMT -5
Liz could see the concern and worry in her Brazilian's eyes. She wanted to call him her boyfriend, but they were not exclusive. Or at least, he wasn't. Liz had said back the night of the carnival, after they had gotten back alone, that he was free to see anyone he wanted, she had no claim on him and she was patient. He could date whomever else he wanted. Meanwhile, Liz herself was seeing no one else. She had told him as such, and had kept her word on it. Thing Fefe seemed to only be dating her at the moment, he had not yet asked her to be his, and Liz hoped it would be soon.
She felt him shiver under her fingers, and that smile on her lips slid more into the coy area. Stopping the make out sessions before lower clothing came off had gotten a little tougher as of late, but Felipe wanted to wait, and Liz understood and respected that. He started to speak again, which made Liz look up at him. She might have looked half drugged up at the moment, but he had her attention.
"I don't mind running errands, your mom is really nice.." Liz answered. "I personally don't care if he is ok with my having you over or not...he's not my father..and for that..my father would have liked you." She muttered softly. Yes, Marc Livingston would have been rather happy with Felipe VilaNova, he was well mannered and respectful and he treated Liz well. He also kept the girl in line, which not too many people could do. "Homework, meh.." She replied, scrunching up her nose as he tapped the end of it. She moved quickly and caught his finger between her teeth playfully, closing her lips around it, her eyes sparkling with mischievousness.
Liz nodded, at his invite for lunch. No she would probably not want to eat anything. and she was not allowed to suck anything using a straw or else risk blowing the clots in the extraction points. Liz might be able to do some mashed potatoes or jello or something with a spoon at least. She was probably not going to be up for lots of other people around either. "Off campus?" She offered. "Or just outside before the rain starts?"
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