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Post by tristan brookes on Oct 11, 2008 14:19:57 GMT -5
``Words Left Unsaid Tristan stared in amazement at the beautiful campus. He caught himself doing it from time to time, even though he'd already been there for three years. His clear, at the moment, dark, moody, blue eyes scanned the campus looking for something to do. Classes were out for the day and he didn't have the heart to haul ass to the beach.
As he looked around he spotted a few students lingering on campus. All of the important people were gone. Only the froshes were hanging out, obviously lost, having no choice but to stay on campus. California was strange, there was so much to do, but you needed a car to get almost everywhere. Very unlike New York where, if you had change in your pocket you could make to just about any corner in the city.
Tristan let out an exasperated sigh and shoved his hands into the pocket of his roomy Deisel jeans. He was going for a laid back look today. He had even taken a break from his polos, wearing a simple navy blue. It was very un-Tristanish. Tristan looked around and actually saw someone he slightly recognized.
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Post by calagaria pininni on Oct 11, 2008 14:31:29 GMT -5
"Hey." Calagaria said self-conciously. She hated talking to guys, especially when in this kind of mood. She was cranky from last night, with all of her un-packing and crap. Cali didn't bring any decorating things, because she wanted to check with her roommates first. When signing up, and you were the first four people, you would get put into the elite room. Cali had been put in it with three others, not knowing any of them. She just hoped none of them were emo or goth, not like she had anything against them. It was just, she didn't really click with those kind of girls, and it would be better if they had more in common then their hair color.
Calagaria grabbed her bag, and pulled out a pack of sugar-free mint gum, that she kept in her mouth when nervous. She would offer the boy some, but that was her last piece. She shrugged, and threw the pack in the decorated trash can. Then she thought, why would someone decorate a trashcan? In a way, it blended with the extravagant garden.
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Post by tristan brookes on Oct 11, 2008 14:43:42 GMT -5
``Words Left Unsaid Tristan stared in amazement at the beautiful girl standing before him. She was tall, almost his height, Tristan guessed 5'll, 6'0 tops. She was ethereal her long bruneete tresses framing her face perfectly. Her body was...indescribable. Tristan had to face it. She was HOT.
"Hey"
Her voice was beautiful. Musical, while soft at the same time. "What's wrong?" he said noting the hesitation of her voice. She looked as if she was preoccupied with some thought. As if she was thinking about a calculus problem that had absolutely no answer.
The smell of mint gum bombarded his senses, breaking him from his trance. He slightly crinkled his nose trying not to make it obvious that he hated the smell. He also noticed that she looked a bit pissed. Was it because of him? From where he was standing he hadn't done anything yet. "Did i do something wrong?" He asked with a brilliant smile. "I'd be happy to fix it." |
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Post by calagaria pininni on Oct 11, 2008 15:03:57 GMT -5
"Oh, no, nothing's wrong." Calagaria said in her soft, but audible, sing song voice. For the first time, she saw this boy. He had traceable features, and a chiseled body. He was very handsome, but not her type. Or, maybe he was, and she just didn't know yet. Either way, it really didn't change her mood.
After a long while of calming silence, Calagaria chose her words carefully and placed them out there. "My name is Calagaria, but it's fine if you just call me Cali." Calagaria said. Cali rarely talked, she only said the things that were necessary. She just didn't feel the need to blaber about stuff that half the people she talked to wouldn't even care.
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Post by tristan brookes on Oct 11, 2008 15:38:27 GMT -5
"Oh, no, nothing's wrong."
Tristan smirked a bit and looked at her. "Good." She was a bit unsettling, being so strikingly beautiful. It felt awkward to stand there with her, openly. He hoped he wasn't staring too much. Tristan slackened his chiseled jaw and kept quiet as she opened her pursed lips to speak.
"My name is Calagaria, but it's fine if you just call me Cali."
"Are you Italian?" Tristan asked half-interested in the answer. "Pet names already? We haven't even got passed the first date. But if you're sure." Tristan joked, watching her reaction. His brand of humor was interesting. Some people just didn't get the things he thought was funny. "Tristan." He said smiling. She seemed like a person he would want to get to know better. She didn't seem nearly as stuck up as the other kids that attended Villanova. But then again, it was only a first impression. Hopefully he wouldn't be wrong. |
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Post by calagaria pininni on Oct 11, 2008 15:46:03 GMT -5
Calagaria thought for less than a second and replied. "Sure." She said, then smiled faintly. She didn't quite get if that was supposed to be funny or not. Then again, Cali took everything seriously.
Soon after, he asked her if she was Italian. "Yes, well, half. I'm half French, also." Calagaria hated to admit it, but she hated the French. Even though she was half French, none of the French regulars were very nice. It wasn't the most fun thing to do on a day out, having sophisticated adults looking at you like you were crazy.
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Post by tristan brookes on Oct 11, 2008 15:59:09 GMT -5
"So why are you here bella? Aren't you supposed to be at the beach with all your girlfriends?" excercising one of the only italian words he knew. Tristan ran a hand through his silly blonde hair and sighed. It was a sigh of relief. Relief that he had found someone decent to talk to.
Tristan could tell that she was a woman of few words. Maybe he could change that. "You don't talk much." he said making a very obvious observation. Well that was Tristan for you, always stating the obvious. "How'd you end up here anyway?" he said trying to coax words out of her delicate mouth. He wanted to kiss her, as with every other beautiful girl he met, but didn't want to take her by suprise just in case she had some pepper spray tucked away somewhere. He also cared what she thought of him.
Tristan rocked back and forth on his Micheal Kors sneakers and looked into the sky. It would be dark within a couple of hours, and he would make it his goal, to have asked her out by then. All it takes is simple strategy. |
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Post by calagaria pininni on Oct 11, 2008 16:11:09 GMT -5
"All of them are back in Italy..." Calagaria said, and sighed. She had been born in Italy, but she lived in the US until she was about seven. Then she moved. Italy, to China, to the Bahamas, Germany, and at last, Italy again. She had just moved back to the United States this month. She hadn't missed it one bit, to tell the truth. All this traveling did help her languages, though. She knew Italian, French, Chinese, Japanese, Dutch, German, and Latin, although it wasn't a real language anymore.
Cali thought for a minute. This guy was very strange, and random, but she could deal. He understood her, unlike any guy she had ever met. It was quite weird. "I guess it's because, well, I only speak when I need to." Calagaria said. "My parents thought I was a trouble maker." Cali said, leaving it at that. Sure, she had done some stupid things in life, but she hadn't, in fact, done what they thought she had done. Either way, she was stuck here, with no choice.
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Post by tristan brookes on Oct 11, 2008 16:26:24 GMT -5
"I guess it's because, well, I only speak when I need to." Calagaria said. "My parents thought I was a trouble maker."
Tristan was suprised at how much they were alike. "My parents sent me here because they were tired of me. It's not like they're winning the parent of the year award anytime soon." He was ranting. Something he was not used to. He usually kept to himself. It was hard for him to open up to people, but here he was basically telling Cali his life story within a few minutes of meeting her. It was weird, he felt as if he could trust her.
"For some reason, I'm trusting you with my life story." he chuckled as he said the words, thinking about how crazy it sounded to him. "So do you have a boyfriend?" he asked trying to stir the pot of conversation once again. |
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Post by calagaria pininni on Oct 11, 2008 19:21:09 GMT -5
Cali sighed. Tristan was very... Trusting. Calagaria would never be this trusting, especially with someone she didn't even know, and with something that almost she couldn't face. Even though some others couldn't, Calagaria was strong, and even though she didn't do what they thought she did, it didn't matter. She was here.
"Yeah. And, no I don't have a boyfriend." Calagaria answered. She was looking, but she wasn't going to go out with someone without knowing them for at least a month. That'd just be sluttish.
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Post by tristan brookes on Oct 11, 2008 19:35:24 GMT -5
"Yeah. And, no I don't have a boyfriend."
Those words ran in his ears like musical bells. He wasn't exactly desperate for a girl to be in his life but he would make a teeny-weeny exception for Cali. Not that she'd be interested in him. She hadn't flirted with him once. All of her answers were short, clipped, precise, calculated. As if she knew what he was going to say before she said it.
"Are you looking for one?" he inquired, hoping for a yes. She didn't really look like the relationship type but then again, you should never underestimate anyone's ability. They may very well suprise you. Tristan smiled for the umpteenth time that day, and let his eyes wander from her face downward. He looked her up and down, memorizing her every curve. She was beautifully shaped, like a model if you will. His eyes went back up to her face and he smiled. He was hoping to get some type of reaction out of her but she didn't know if he would.
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Post by calagaria pininni on Oct 11, 2008 20:03:10 GMT -5
Calagaria was a taken a bit aback at this. It was almost like he could read her thoughts. "Almost. I don't think anything will happen for a while now, I've just moved here." Calagaria said quietly. She didn't want him to think she'd do anything just now, for she had just met him ten minutes ago. Was it really that long? It didn't seem like ten minutes at all.
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Post by tristan brookes on Oct 11, 2008 20:17:37 GMT -5
"Almost. I don't think anything will happen for a while now, I've just moved here."
Tristan smiled at this. There was hope. Even if it didn't happen right now, it could happen in the future. Even thoughhe'd only met her 10 minutes ago, he wanted to get to know her more. He had no idea what he thought about her but he did want to know. "So what do you think of me?" he asked, wondering immediatley if he had caught her off guard. He loved the element of suprise. He thrived on it.
He looked around the campus, unglueing his eyes from her, after pretending to be occupied for about 2 minutes, he looked back at her. "Since you don't really want a boyfriend yet, and I don't want a girlfriend yet, how about we go get something to eat. I'm starving." Tristan was in fact hungry. He hadn't eaten except for his measly breakfast of a pancake and orange juice. For a growing boy like Tristan it simply wasn't enough. |
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Post by calagaria pininni on Oct 11, 2008 20:25:27 GMT -5
"Well, I don't really know yet. I've only just met you." Calagaria said, wanting to sit down. She shifted her weight as Tristan asked his next question. Well, it wasn't quite a question. It was more rhetorical.
"Sure, what about Ca' Brea? It's Itallian." Calagaria said. It was her favorite restaurant here, it reminded her of home. Although their Chicken Marsala couldn't compare to her mother's, it was still an amazing restaurant to visit. She already knew what she was going to order.
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Post by tristan brookes on Oct 11, 2008 20:46:15 GMT -5
"Sure, what about Ca' Brea? It's Itallian."
Tristan's stomach ached at the thought of a good plate of Gnocchi. "Sounds great. I'm tired of standing around here anyway." Tristan, without thinking, took her hand in his and led her toward the edge of campus where the hourly shuttle came to drop the pupils in town. Her hand was delicate and warm. It felt good against his skin. Even though Vilanova was in L.A. you still needed a car of some type to get around.
Tristan pulled out his navy blue blackberry and checked the time. It was 5:53. Almost time for the shuttle to arrive. He sat down on a bench and motioned for her to sit with them. He knew that if he wanted, he could have taken his car that was parked on campus, but there was something about riding the shuttle with her that enticed him. |
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