Eric Ryan Valentine

“May as well.” She stared at the bottle for a moment, trying to decide if she should risk messing up her lipstick of not. “Yeah, sure.” She said finally, reaching for it.

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“That’s the right answer. It’s prom. I can’t believe Annie talked me into coming. You look really good though, Alvera,” Eric commented, leaning back against he wall as he waited for her to finish drinking.

#{ alvera }

“Might as well have fun since we’re here,” Eric commented, smiling a bit at the other as he opened the water bottle full of vodka and took a long swig from it. He got up from his seat then and asked, “Want some before we go back out there?”

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#{ annie }

“Like I said, it’s different.”

“Whatever you say, Gray. Can we go have some fun now?”

“It’s different, but a nice different.”

“And here I thought you liked my normally cloudy disposition.”

“Can you?”

“Definitely. I didn’t think you’d like it this much though.”

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Annie let out a little sigh, forcing a smile on when she realized he probably wasn’t going to listen to what she’d been saying about her parents. “Right. Let’s see if I can think of something else to talk about that;ll keep you distracted.” When the waitress appeared, she ordered a glass of water, thankful the subject had been cut short, but then he went right back to it once they were alone again. “I think I can make it through a meal, yes. If you feel like you need to make a trip to the bathroom to cool down, you can certainly do that.”

“I think I’ll be alright,” Eric responded dryly, his smile dropping a bit as he took a sip of water before looking at the expression on her face. She was annoyed and now so was he. But he wanted to enjoy the night at least so he brushed it off and asked, “What do you want to talk about?”

#{ annie }

“No one is always right. I’m pretty sure he knows full well how much I like him without me even having to tell him. I guess I show it enough in the first place by being as annoying to him as I am.”

“How do you know?”

#{ alvera }

“You don’t have to stop, I kinda like this sweet side of you.”

“Oh I can tell from that smile.”

“You’re being too sweet, E.”

“You’re right. I’ll try to stop.”

“I already try that. It’s not the same. I think I actually like your original idea of just convincing him to spend more time with me better.”

“See? We can both agree that I was and always am right. So do it. Not like he’s going to know how much you like him unless you show him anyway.”

#{ alvera }

“Now, that’s definitely not true, a lot of people are more important than I am.”

“Not to me.”