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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 23, 2008 13:25:09 GMT -5
Bonnie-Marie cocked her heard curiously, looking very cat-like.
"Rock and roll? I think I've heard of it. It's popular in America, isn't it?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Apr 23, 2008 13:27:20 GMT -5
*Cry-baby smiled at her, enchanted by her mannerisms. She was sweet, and not in that fake way.*
"That's where I'm from, Miss. Baltimore, in fact. It's real popular, but it ain't so classy as you're used to, I'm afraid."
*He wasn't sure he was talking about music, anymore.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 23, 2008 13:31:52 GMT -5
"Not everything I do is classy," she said and blushed scarlet.
"Um." She refocused her attention on the throw pillows. "Maybe you could sing some rock and roll to me sometime." She said 'rock and roll' very stiffly, as someone would if they were reading the words off a sheet of paper and thought they were referring to objects or something.
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Post by Cry Baby on Apr 23, 2008 14:06:13 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby smiled charmingly, charmed by her quaintness.* "Maybe I will," *he said.* "I'd like that." *He felt like this was a delicate situation--make her like him enough to do the deed, but not enough to actually like him. It wasn't something he was used to doing, no matter what his reputation might be.* Just last night I was reminded of Just how bad it had gotten And just how sick I had become But it could change with this relationship De-derange, we've all been through some shit And if we're a thing I think this thing's begun
Tell me now what do I have to do What do I have to do? To prove my love to you
Special favors come in 31 flavors We're out of mints, pass the lifesavers I'm dropping hints, candy for candy-coated tongue You'd be so good, so very good for me What do you think, tell me honestly I'm wait wait wait w-wait wait waitin for you to come
What do I have to do Yeah tell me now What do I have to do? To prove my love to you?*Cry-Baby finished his song. He sorta hoped she didn't take the lyrics literally.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 24, 2008 12:03:42 GMT -5
"That was very...interesting, Monsieur. It's very catchy and fun," she added quickly, aware that the first bit maybe didn't sound so complimentary. It was catchy and fun, but it certainly wasn't like anything else she'd ever heard before. After giving it a moment's thought she applauded politely, but this reaction felt awkwardly late.
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Post by Cry Baby on Apr 24, 2008 12:31:21 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby blushed, and looked up at her from under his fringe of dark hair.*
"It ain't much, I know, Miss Bonnie-Marie. An' it's just a song, not... I mean, the lyrics weren't, you know, what I'm feelin' right now. But I guess that's true in opera, too."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 24, 2008 13:14:54 GMT -5
"Oh yes, that's exactly what opera's like. I suppose life would probably be very stressful if you actually had to feel everything you sang about."
She smiled at him, studying his face and feeling proud of herself for being brave enough to even look at his face, let alone to actually notice details.
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Post by Cry Baby on Apr 24, 2008 18:44:08 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby smiled gently back at her.*
"So what're you thinkin'?" *he asked softly.* "'Bout helpin' me an' Brandi out?"
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 25, 2008 17:08:30 GMT -5
Frowning, she looked away from him very suddenly. She'd almost managed to forget why he was here. Why had he had to bring it up again so soon?
"I'm not sure," she responded honestly.
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Post by Cry Baby on Apr 26, 2008 1:27:12 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby grinned, but boyishly. Not like the greaser JD he made himself out to be.*
"Sorry. Guess I'm a bit direct," *he said.* "An' I know it's weird an' all. If there was some other way... If me an' Brandi could have kids ourselves, you know I'd do that. Is there somethin' I can do to help you make up your mind?"
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 28, 2008 17:33:36 GMT -5
She shifted in her seat. There was something he could do, but she didn't want it to come out wrong or for him to think she meant something she didn't.
"Well," she began," it's just that I don't normally do things like this. I'm...a pretty conservative girl. Just don't ask any of my former loves if that's true, k? I always thought I would want to...you know, be in love with whomever I was going to do anything with. Not that I want to be in love with you!" she added immediately. "I know you have someone already. But maybe...I mean...is there maybe some way you could...pretend?"
She cringed. It sounded ridiculously stupid, she knew it did.
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Post by Cry Baby on Apr 28, 2008 17:46:12 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby smiled gently and touched her hand.*
"I know what I look like," *he said.* "But I never thought I'd make love to someone I didn't love, neither. Never liked loose women. But are you sure that's what you want? I mean, I can... but you gotta be sure that wouldn't hurt more, in the end."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 29, 2008 12:41:47 GMT -5
She looked down, feeling chastised despite the fact that he'd done nothing of the sort. His drawing attention to the flaw, however gently, embarrassed her.
"No, you're right, it probably would. I just...I just don't know what to do. I think I would be scared to do it otherwise, but..."
She trailed off. But what? She wasn't even sure what she was thinking anymore.
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Post by Cry Baby on Apr 29, 2008 14:53:05 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby moved gently onto the couch next to her, settling lightly as he could and squeezing her hand.*
"Won't be no hard feelings if you say no," *he said softly.* "This ain't about forcin' you or makin' you uncomfortable. I'd be proud to have a kid take after you, but not if it'll hurt you. You gotta make your own decision. An' if it's yes, you call the shots. Whatever you want me to do or be, I'll do it."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on May 1, 2008 13:22:19 GMT -5
She continued staring intently down at the sofa as though she had been ordered to memorize the pattern in the material. After several moments, she looked up at him very suddenly, a slightly mad glint in her eye.
"Maybe we should just do it!" she exclaimed. Her voice, while not sounding exactly thrilled, had an anxious edge to it, as if she'd just made up her mind to go skydiving or bungee jumping and was hoping to do it before her nerves took over again.
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