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InAllRetrospect wrote:
okay, so we both know the plots so i'll just ahead and start! - - - “Oh Liv won’t you stay for just a little longer?” Jennifer pleaded as she kept a tight grip on her best friend’s hand. It was her wedding night and Olivia had loved it, the atmosphere, the people, one young man in particular but she would come to him later. But it was getting later in the evening and Olivia had one too many dances with Jen’s Great Uncle Fred. She was beat and just wanted to go home for a long, hot soak in the bath. “Don’t be silly, you’ve got what? Fifteen minutes until you leave for your honeymoon? Spend it with Taylor,” Olivia told her with a little laugh as she reached over to pluck her pastel pink blazer from the chair, slipping it on. “But the maid of honour has to stay!” Jennifer tried to please one last time but Olivia shook her head before pulling her in for a hug. “You are going to dance with Taylor and enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll see you when you get back,” she said, smiling when Jennifer reluctantly wrapped her own arms around her best friend. As they pulled away, Jennifer had tears in her eyes and Olivia quickly grabbed her clutch, “No, I’m going. Don’t, you’ll make me cry,” she said, grateful for Taylor who came over as if on cue and whisked Jennifer off to the dancefloor. For just a moment, Olivia let herself admire the couple. They were perfect for eachother, it was so clear to see. Taylor was a lovely guy and he made Jennifer smile which was all Olivia had ever wanted for her best friend. Before it could make her feel anymore depressed she scanned the room once more for a certain person; Jack. But couldn’t find him. They’d been placed next to eachother at the same table and she’d only met him once before at the rehearsal. Tonight, however, they’d begun to speak more and more and she found him to be extremely funny, genuine and caring. They seemed to click instantly and didn’t run out of things to talk about. His number was one of the things she’d wished she’d gotten ahold of but it was too late now. After one last look at the emptying hall, she turned and walked from the reception into the cold night, beginning to search for a taxi. - - - Carson looked at the phone in his hand and bit his lip lightly. Did he really want to do this? Did he really want to lower himself to the standards of his so-called ‘friends? “Carson, hurry up man! How long does it take?” came the voice of one of his friends and his mind was made up. Stupid peer pressure. As quickly as he could he dialled the number of Rosalie Jackson and held the phone to his ear, waiting for her to pick up. The dial-tone was making him feel a bit nervous inside but on the outside he was his usual cocky self, the side he showed to his friends and everybody else. Rosalie was a bit of a geek, it was known around the school that she kept to herself and didn’t talk to many people. That was why he had chosen to call her. They had to pick the biggest ‘dork’ in school and he had finally agreed to pick her. He didn’t even want to participate but again, peer pressure. Just then the line clicked and there was a “Hello?” on the other end of the line. “Rosalie! Hey, It’s Carson Quinn. Y’know from school?” he asked her, pausing for a moment before continuing his words. “The football captain?” he asked her, just to make sure she knew who he was. When he was fairly certain she did, he continued on, “Listen are you busy tonight? Me and my friends are having a sort of scavenger hunt thing and we each get to pick a partner. Of course I picked you because, well, I want to win, right?” he said, with a laugh. “So are you up for it? Please say yes! I’ll come around in the next five minutes? You live on Baker street, yeah?” he asked her, realising he’d asked about ten questions in the space of two minutes. But he wanted to get all his words out and then wait for her answer.
okay, so we both know the plots so i'll just ahead and start! - - - “Oh Liv won’t you stay for just a little longer?” Jennifer pleaded as she kept a tight grip on her best friend’s hand. It was her wedding night and Olivia had loved it, the atmosphere, the people, one young man in particular but she would come to him later. But it was getting later in the evening and Olivia had one too many dances with Jen’s Great Uncle Fred. She was beat and just wanted to go home for a long, hot soak in the bath. “Don’t be silly, you’ve got what? Fifteen minutes until you leave for your honeymoon? Spend it with Taylor,” Olivia told her with a little laugh as she reached over to pluck her pastel pink blazer from the chair, slipping it on. “But the maid of honour has to stay!” Jennifer tried to please one last time but Olivia shook her head before pulling her in for a hug. “You are going to dance with Taylor and enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll see you when you get back,” she said, smiling when Jennifer reluctantly wrapped her own arms around her best friend. As they pulled away, Jennifer had tears in her eyes and Olivia quickly grabbed her clutch, “No, I’m going. Don’t, you’ll make me cry,” she said, grateful for Taylor who came over as if on cue and whisked Jennifer off to the dancefloor. For just a moment, Olivia let herself admire the couple. They were perfect for eachother, it was so clear to see. Taylor was a lovely guy and he made Jennifer smile which was all Olivia had ever wanted for her best friend. Before it could make her feel anymore depressed she scanned the room once more for a certain person; Jack. But couldn’t find him. They’d been placed next to eachother at the same table and she’d only met him once before at the rehearsal. Tonight, however, they’d begun to speak more and more and she found him to be extremely funny, genuine and caring. They seemed to click instantly and didn’t run out of things to talk about. His number was one of the things she’d wished she’d gotten ahold of but it was too late now. After one last look at the emptying hall, she turned and walked from the reception into the cold night, beginning to search for a taxi. - - - Carson looked at the phone in his hand and bit his lip lightly. Did he really want to do this? Did he really want to lower himself to the standards of his so-called ‘friends? “Carson, hurry up man! How long does it take?” came the voice of one of his friends and his mind was made up. Stupid peer pressure. As quickly as he could he dialled the number of Rosalie Jackson and held the phone to his ear, waiting for her to pick up. The dial-tone was making him feel a bit nervous inside but on the outside he was his usual cocky self, the side he showed to his friends and everybody else. Rosalie was a bit of a geek, it was known around the school that she kept to herself and didn’t talk to many people. That was why he had chosen to call her. They had to pick the biggest ‘dork’ in school and he had finally agreed to pick her. He didn’t even want to participate but again, peer pressure. Just then the line clicked and there was a “Hello?” on the other end of the line. “Rosalie! Hey, It’s Carson Quinn. Y’know from school?” he asked her, pausing for a moment before continuing his words. “The football captain?” he asked her, just to make sure she knew who he was. When he was fairly certain she did, he continued on, “Listen are you busy tonight? Me and my friends are having a sort of scavenger hunt thing and we each get to pick a partner. Of course I picked you because, well, I want to win, right?” he said, with a laugh. “So are you up for it? Please say yes! I’ll come around in the next five minutes? You live on Baker street, yeah?” he asked her, realising he’d asked about ten questions in the space of two minutes. But he wanted to get all his words out and then wait for her answer.
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