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paradisalogs2012-02-02 02:23 am
eat_me_beat_me) wrote in paradisalogs2012-02-02 02:23 am
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30 Red Letters
Who: Nora and Mark
What: Their FIRST DATE! No, really...
When: Uhhhh. Let's just say 2/1 since these kids are PROCRASTINATORS.
Where: Out and about in town - Dinner and wherever else they feel like going
Rating: R for language
It was already a month past the date they said they'd go out to celebrate their anniversary and neither Mark nor Nora seemed to be in a rush to change this. Nora paced in her room, tapping a paintbrush against her leg as she thought. What the fuck was she so worried about? They'd been together for over a year. They were happy. Why should one date worry her? ... aside from the fact that she'd never been on a serious date before. The time Maz took her out for a burger and a movie and tried to cop a feel in the movie theater so didn't count.
"Fuck it." She plopped down in front of her desk and pulled out her technicolor notebook. Flipping through until she found a nice forest green page she grabbed her silver pen and started writing.
No poems. No microphones. Just us. Dinner tonight at 7.
She slid the note into a matching envelope and sealed it. With a small smile she spun the chair around and headed for her door. He lived right across the hall so it seemed almost silly to pass notes, but it was theirs. It was how they'd found each other, how they'd gotten to know each other before they'd even met. She couldn't break that tradition. Besides - it seemed to add a little touch of mystery to everything. She slipped the note under his door and went back to her room to take a shower and get ready.
What: Their FIRST DATE! No, really...
When: Uhhhh. Let's just say 2/1 since these kids are PROCRASTINATORS.
Where: Out and about in town - Dinner and wherever else they feel like going
Rating: R for language
It was already a month past the date they said they'd go out to celebrate their anniversary and neither Mark nor Nora seemed to be in a rush to change this. Nora paced in her room, tapping a paintbrush against her leg as she thought. What the fuck was she so worried about? They'd been together for over a year. They were happy. Why should one date worry her? ... aside from the fact that she'd never been on a serious date before. The time Maz took her out for a burger and a movie and tried to cop a feel in the movie theater so didn't count.
"Fuck it." She plopped down in front of her desk and pulled out her technicolor notebook. Flipping through until she found a nice forest green page she grabbed her silver pen and started writing.
No poems. No microphones. Just us. Dinner tonight at 7.
She slid the note into a matching envelope and sealed it. With a small smile she spun the chair around and headed for her door. He lived right across the hall so it seemed almost silly to pass notes, but it was theirs. It was how they'd found each other, how they'd gotten to know each other before they'd even met. She couldn't break that tradition. Besides - it seemed to add a little touch of mystery to everything. She slipped the note under his door and went back to her room to take a shower and get ready.