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1st Meeting: Spider-Man theme - Michael Bublé {HAHAHAHA I don’t even know}

Getting to know each other: Electricity - 2PM {Oh}

Misunderstanding: I’m Your Man - 2PM {What}

Inside Joke: Last Day - Ari Herstand 

Becoming Friends/Falling in Love: You’re Still You - Josh Groban {OMG AW THIS SONG IS SO BEAUTIFUL}

Movie/Date night: The Sun Always Shines On TV - a-ha {ok}

The last Goodbye: River Flows in You - Yiruma {Such a sad goodbye omg}

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♪ (Yes!!)

Mercy by Duffy

You got me beggin’ you for Mercy (yeah yeah yeah) Why won’t you release me (yeah yeah yeah)

The highway’s white striped lines were beginning to grow hypnotic on Charlie’s tired eyes. He looked over at the passenger seat and saw Sam smiling at him, but her eyes seemed tired too. “It’s getting late," Charlie said, hoping conversation might keep him alive any. “Think we’ll get to that motel soon?" “I’m sure," Sam said. But she didn’t look to the map. That wasn’t a good sign. “I feel like I’m going to fall asleep behind the wheel," he admitted, his eyes back on the cumbersome road. “You could turn up the radio," Sam said. “No," he said, “No, it’s okay." Truth was he knew the particular mixed tape that was in the player so well that he barely heard it even if it were cranked. “I just need something to distract me." “We could play a game," his road trip sidekick offered. He smiled a little at her efforts and asked her what she had in mind. “Oh, anything. Zitch-dog or punch buggy? Yellow car?" “Those only work if there are any dogs or Volkswagens or yellow cars around," Charlie said. He wasn’t trying to be difficult. He shot her an apologetic glance. “I Spy?" she offered. “Alright," he said. It’s something. And they played I Spy for a good long while, but even with that after another hour Charlie was fighting a losing battle against his eyelids. “I’m really afraid of falling asleep here, Sam," he said. “How much longer until that motel?" “Just a short while now… Want to play another game?" “I don’t know if it’ll help," he said. “Depends on the game, doesn’t it?" “Not I Spy again, please." “Okay, okay," she giggled. “How about this… I’ll tell you something and you imagine it? Then you say what you’d do." “Okay," he said, interested. “Alright. First one, you’re alone on the street walking home and some big scary guy is following you." “I’d duck into the nearest store until he left." “Nice. Alright, you realize you forgot to read a chapter in a book you have a test on next period." “I guess I’d skim it in the class before and hope for the best." “Right," Sam laughed. “So…" she stopped and thought a moment. She could tell that even the brief pause was giving Charlie every chance to lose consciousness. “Okay. So you’re in the car with your girlfriend on an impromptu road trip, and you’re about to fall asleep before you get to the motel, when she leans in and tells you what you two are going to do when you get to the hotel room." Charlie raised his eyebrow but kept his eye on the road. Sam giggled and reached over to whisper in his ear. His eyes went wide as her words sunk in, and with new enthusiasm he stomped on the gas.

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Dammit Janet Barry Bostwick & Susan Sarandon (couldn’t have planned it better!)

If there’s one fool for you than I am it

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For The Record // perksofbeingasam

R heard her question, only nodding at her answer as he walked inside in a slow manner. His eyes attempted to absorb everything around the surroundings while his mind ran wildly, somehow bewildered by the high amount of vinyl records decorating the whole room in such a vast, outrageous behavior. This is the first time that I see too many records in one place. In a way, it made him remember about his times as a zombie; on a time where he dared to grasp a series of abandoned LP's in an almost deserted music store. His memories wrapped him around those moments only to bring him into the reality he was now; covered in more than just one carton sleeve lounging on distinct stacks while his feet followed Sam's presence silently. 

"This is...amazing" R breathed out, his cherry lips still parted in amazement as his electric blue eyes took mental pictures of the walls and high range of material lying on the atmosphere. His vivid fingers brushed the surface of various covers as a wide smile dared to creep on his features. "It's won-wonderful"

He felt in dreamland. 

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"So, I had a dream about you last night," Sam whispered, Her arms wrapping around Charlie's neck. "We were at the beach, late at night, and decided to go into the water. But the tide made my top come off, so..." She bit her lip and blushed, looking down at the floor. "Soon everything else did."

Charlie had to lean in to hear her, wondering why she was whispering. He held her gently and when her head dipped he felt the back of his neck grow a little warm at the thought. Naturally his imagination kicked in and the rest was history. He coughed lightly to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He actually felt a wave of something similar to euphoria to think Sam had had a dream worth blushing at about him. Or, rather, about them.

"Well," he said after a deliberating moment, his own voice hushed as well, “That sounds like a very nice dream." And he kissed her on the nose. 

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The Roaring 20s || +perksofbeingasam

Charlie adjusted the white tie around his neck, trying to convince himself that the rumbling in his stomach as he stared at himself in the mirror - in a black suit with thin lines tracing it down and a nice grey suit vest - was excitement and not fear. He had the jacket over his chair, but he didn't plan on wearing it. It didn't fit the "theme" of the evening. He took a gulp of air as he reached for the final piece to the puzzle: the vintage fedora he'd gotten at a steal in a little thrift shop the last time he'd been in Pittsburgh. 

As he placed it on his head he gave himself a once over in the mirror. "Say, old sport, the name's Gatsby. Jay Gatsby," he said to nobody, his voice full of faux social grace. He laughed at himself and shook his head, took the hat off and fussed with his hair some. 

All he'd told Sam was to dress in something "classy" and be waiting for him outside of her apartment complex around 9:00. He had told her he had something fun planned for their first "official" date. He knew "The Great Gatsby" was about the only novel Sam had read in school that she had found at least mildly enjoyable. He knew for a fact she'd never expect to see him like this, nor would she expect a night of dancing. 

One of the female friend's he'd made in Sociology had been gracious enough to lend him a hand in teaching him some authentic 20's dance moves, and along with the bowler hat he'd managed to get for Sam a genuine feathered boa (not the cheapo kind they'd used at Rocky) and a cigarette holder, both of which he'd planned to present her with when he met her with the surprise. 

He looked to the clock. "Shit!" he said, aloud, seeing it was 8:15. He'd have just enough time to get to her lobby entrance on time if he left about two minutes ago. He snatched up his hat, his jacket, and the box that had Sam's surprises. Darting to his car, Charlie attempted to silence the worry in the back of his mind. This would be the first date to top all first dates if it killed him. Just like Gatsby, he thought with wicked humor as he threw the car into gear and gunned it. 

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perksofbeingasam replied to your post: tumblr isn’t letting me send asks or get to my...

(OOC): Gahhhh.

We'll just have to plot through posts. So I like the idea of a proper date - about time they had one. Have a preference? Dinner? Picnic? Home made scavenger hunt? Hiking? 

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tumblr isn't letting me send asks or get to my box.