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Post by paige on Jul 18, 2008 22:31:29 GMT -5
Peyton Kieth Peyton followed him, trying her best to avoid touching someone while walking towards the door. But that was practically impossible. Something told her she wouldn't be coming back to this place anytime soon. If ever that is. The library was a much more comfortable and inviting place. When they were finally outside, Peyton let out a sigh of relief. Her book was held down next to her side as she leaned against the wall beside the door. The brick pulled at some loose strands of her blonde hair, so she ran a hand through it and layed it on her shoulder. "I don't know," she said in a low voice as she shrugged. What was there to do here anyways?
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Post by paige on Jul 18, 2008 22:44:13 GMT -5
Peyton Kieth Nodding, Peyton sat down beside him slowly. She made sure her skirt didn't ride up or anything as she did. That would be extremely embarrassing. Crossing her ankles, she started playing with the grass between them. It just gave her something to do. Silence filled the air as she once again started biting her lip. It was a horid habit that she really needed to break. Sighing slightly, she decided that it would probably be a good thing to start a conversation. Or else he might think she was a dud or something. "What do you do for fun?" She asked. Typical conversation starter and she suddenly felt stupid. Continueing to play with the grass she hoped he wouldn't notice the pink tint to her cheeks as she blushed.
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Post by paige on Jul 18, 2008 23:17:37 GMT -5
Peyton Kieth "You play guitar?" Peyton looked over at Max, meeting his gaze for the first time since they started talking. For some reason she had been avoiding it. As if his eyes could drop her dead. Well, who knows maybe they could. She was discovering something new everyday. Their eyes remained locked for just a few seconds before she looked back down at the grass between her fingers. It was soft; she liked it. "I dance," Peyton said with a slight shrug. "Or I did. I haven't gotten to much since school started." Peyton was a street dancer. Well, sort of. She didn't belong to a crew, but maybe should would someday.
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Post by paige on Jul 18, 2008 23:42:58 GMT -5
Peyton Kieth "That's awesome," Peyton smiled as she pulled a flower out of the grass and placed it in her hair. It was random, but hey, she was a random person. "Have you written anything?" A part of her was shocked that she was actually having a conversation with Max. The other part was happy. It was about time she found someone she was comfortable around. "Maybe," she smirked. She couldn't help it, she had to. He probably thought she meant formal dancing or something like that. Yeah, she could do that too but that wasn't want her passion was about. Her passion was about expressing yourself, letting your feelings out through your body. It was about showing off your moves and being the best.
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Post by paige on Jul 19, 2008 0:15:07 GMT -5
Peyton Kieth [/size] "Well, it's not like your going to find the perfect chourd the first time you try one. You discover bigger and better things as you go along." Wow, that sounded like she actually knew something about guitars. In reality she knew nothing about them. Except that you had to have serious talent to play one. She could remember one time when she had messed with a guitar in a store. All the tuning and stuff confused her. She couldn't imagine sitting down and actually playing an entire song. "Depends," she lifted her gaze again. Now the second time she had looked into his eyes without immediatly looking away. She held this one for a little while longer. But she still looked away before finishing her sentence. "What kind of dancing are you talking about. Formal dancing is pretty simple. Freestyle is just about doing whatever pops into your head. My dancing has taken years of practice and I still haven't perfected it. But of course there's always room for improvement." Wow, she hadn't talked this much in awhile. She smiled to herself. It felt good, but how long would her burst of social ability last?
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