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“You probably haven't seen me here yet because this is my first time here. I don't usually go out… tonight was an exception though.” He smiled, nodding in her direction. “I'm Tom, it's nice to meet you.” He wasn't going to tell her why he was here exactly, he knew he'd have to tell her about his past in that case and talking about it wasn't something he wanted to do. Especially not today.”
“Admit it.” Her piercing blue eyes locked with his own gaze, her stance alone making her overall demeanor a bit more –– intimidating. “You can’t stand me.” Her voice dripped with arrogance as a corner of her lip quirked into a smirk. “But the funny thing is, I don’t think you can resist me either.” She took a step forward, breaking the imaginary boundary set between the two of them.
I'm gonna be completely honest with you here,” he starts, a small smirk appearing on his face as he steps closer and crosses his arms over his chest. “You're hot — I'm not gonna lie.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “But you're also very annoying. Don't get me wrong, but… damn.” He chuckles once again, locking his eyes on hers.
“Oh shit—” the male huffs, eyes widening in shock once he rubbed his eyes. “What was that for? I know I'm late, but damn — you didn't have to do that. Are you drunk or something?” He chuckled, gazing down at his wet shirt.
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“It just feels awfully weird.” Alba was already pulling her contact lenses out of her purse, locked in a small, bright blue box with a pink seashell painted on the top. “See, even you didn’t get it was me. I only put them on when my contacts start to burn. And you’re totally laughing. I should feel offended, you know.”
“Oh, wait, are you going to put those in right now? I've never seen anyone do it. I'm excited. Does that make me a weirdo?” He laughed, mostly at himself as he gazed at the blue box. “Oh, no, no. I didn't. I was just… smiling. Happy to see you, y'know. That's all.” He winked playfully.
Faye considered his words, chewing on the inside of her cheek and nodding absently. The alcohol was making it near impossible for her to keep her thoughts clear and her words coherent, she wasn’t much of a drinker but when she did, she was a definite lightweight. “That kinda sounds like smoking a joint.” Faye snorted-quite unattractively-then momentarily placed her hand over her nose. “Dive into the magical word…” She quoted, smiling. Faye couldn’t remember ever playing truth or dare but that didn’t mean she didn’t know of the game, she had witnessed her peers play it at parties in high school and it almost always took a turn for the worst. “How cordial of you. Uh…I’ll go for a dare, I’m not near tipsy enough for truth” She replied.
Rob tried to think of what dare to give her first, but he was getting a bit too drunk to make the thinking possible. He sighed, taking another sip of the beverage before setting it down and finally opening his mouth to speak. “Okay— a dare.” He mumbled, letting out a quick chuckle. “We should start off slow, don't ya think? — I dare you to dance. However. Whatever… just dance.” He chuckled, feeling like a teenager again. “Oh, I forgot… you have to dance for at least a minute, cause it wouldn't be fun otherwise.” He added, laughing a little before taking the bottle in his hand once again and taking a few small sips as he waited for her to complete his task, excitedly smiling at her.
“Don’t laugh. Really, don’t laugh. I know I look weird with glasses but I didn’t have enough time to put my lenses on before first class this morning. So don’t laugh at me, please. One of my teachers didn’t even recognize me.”
“Well it's not that bad as you make it sound, you know.” Tom chuckled. “But you do look really different. It took me a few seconds to realize it was you. — But no, it's not that bad. And even if it was… I wouldn't laugh.” He chuckled again.
“Oh yeah, I've been called daddy before. Shit, that's so gross. Why the fuck do some guys actually get turned on when a girl calls them that? — Damn, I hate that so much.” Gabe shook his head, unable to hold back the laughter. “It always turnes me the fuck off. Like instantly.”
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Loraine couldn’t help, but chuckle at his reaction. “ You see, you know yourself that you’re no prince charming and I am positive that you will insist on that belief of yours. It’s the same way with me. No matter what you say, it won’t make a difference. I know who I am. I know what I am, the same way you know yourself. You say you’re no prince charming even if you are. And I say that I don’t deserve anything. I am not worth anything. Your words wouldn’t matter, because I know—I know myself more than you do “ she stretched. She appreciates his attempts in making her feel better about herself, but she knows what she is. She knows what kind of person she is, and only she can make a judgment of herself. No one knows herself, than her. “ Because you don’t ask girls out. Even though its the 21st century. We girls still prefer for the guys to make the first move “ she replied. It was true. He did slept with various girls, and she even caught him one time. She didn’t say anything, she just left the room and waited outside of their crappy apartment until they were done. That’s how much of a martyr she is. “ Then what am I supposed to do Joe ?? I live with him. I can’t just leave. “
“But Lo, this is different.” He shakes his head, disagreeing with what she had just said. “You're calling yourself worthless. No one is worthless. No matter what. You might know yourself more than I know you, but I do know you well enough to see that you're not worthless. You deserve to be happy, can't you see that? Everyone deserves to be happy. I just— I don't know, you're so hard on yourself and it makes me sad cause I know that if you were at least a little loving of yourself, you'd feel so much better and you would actually understand what I'm trying to say here.” Joe doesn't know what else to tell her, maybe he should just let her figure it out on her own. He cares about her a lot, that's what he's been trying to tell her all this time. “I don't ask girls out, true. But you know why? Because I don't feel the need to. As I've said before - I'm trying to focus on what I'm doing at the moment and I really don't want to get distracted. But then again, I've asked a few girls out in the past and guess what they've told me? — NO. That's right. And I think that definitely confirms the fact that I'm not a prince charming. Honestly? I feel like that only exists in fairytales.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You can. — Stay with me? I've got plenty of room for you and I wouldn't mind you staying at my place at all.” He replied almost instantly.
Alyssa laughed when he said that, slowly shaking her head. “Well, thanks,” she laughed. She looked around the bar, letting her eyes slide over the people. She then turned back to him. “I think that guy at the table in the corner with the leather jacket looks pretty cool.”
“No problemo,” he replied, laughing along with her before he eyed the guy she was talking about. “Yeah, he seems okay. — What are you waiting for then, hm? Go. I'll be at the bar if you need me. Probably making silly faces to make you laugh and screw things up — that's just how it goes.” He joked, winking at her before nudging her arm with his playfully.
“That’s good.” Callie really didn’t think she’d be able to do it on her own. She’d just start to cry herself if she wouldn’t be able to calm him down. “I hadn’t really thought of any names. I should have done that.” She was silent for a moment, looking up at the ceiling. “Maybe… No, I really can’t think of anything. Why don’t I take a nap and then you can come up with some names and we can pick something from that.”
Gabe wouldn't mind sitting there the whole day and night, holding and looking at his son. But he knew she needed some rest and he didn't want to bother her. “Sure, you take a nap and then give me a call, okay? You need some rest. And he does too. I can come whenever you want me to.” He replied, nodding his head and giving her a small smile.
“I’ll take some water but don’t worry about it I can get it.” Walking across the kitchen she leaned up to open a cabinet, grabbing a cup. If she knew they were gonna be sitting down for a chat she would have put on shorts and tugging at the shirt she was wearing she hoped it managed to cover her panties but it wasn’t exactly something he hadn’t seen before. After a year and a half of dating they had ended things mostly due to her job but he still was her only family and emergency contact within 3,000 miles. “I’m gonna go apartment shopping tomorrow, see if I can get out of my lease a bit early so don’t worry. I’ll be out of your hair soon. I know you enjoy the bachelor life.”
Gabe nodded with a small smile, letting her help herself with a glass of water. He din't mind at all. He saw she didn't have that much on, but he's not going to be an ass and stare, so he just looked away. “Believe it or not, I'd like some company sometimes, you know. Sure, being alone is fun sometimes, but then again you just need someone to talk to from time to time.” He replied, rubbing his eyes before getting up and getting some water for himself now too. “I really don't mind you being here, don't feel like you have to get out of here as soon as possible.”
“Maybe,” she whispered. She was really tired, but it felt weird to go to sleep while he was there. “If you want to. You don’t have to.” She didn’t want to ask for too much help. She was afraid he’d feel pressured and then turn his back on her and the baby. But looking at him now, it was pretty obvious that he wasn’t going to do that. “I think a name you can shorten would be nice.” She didn’t want to fall asleep, so she figured she should keep talking.
“I do want to, yes.” He replied, really meaning it. He wasn't sure about the child only a few months ago, but he had completely changed his thoughts on it as soon as he had walked into that room. His love to his son was unconditional and unexplainable — he would do anything for him. “Yeah, that would be nice.” He smiled. “Who knew coming up with a name would be so difficult?”
