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#Post#: 370677--------------------------------------------------
Re: You and Me.
DIR By: Johnah
Date: November 30, 2014, 11:23 am
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Innuendos.
Rather than stay in her bedroom, Autumn went back to the
kitchen, sticking with her initial idea of making the two a late
night - or early morning - snack. Something light, maybe some
fruit? The woman turned to look at the bowl of fruit on the
counter. The second her eyes settled on the bananas she turned
away with a deep crimson blush. “Okay.. what do we have in
the fridge?” Pulling open the door, Autumn scanned the
contents for some fruit. Blueberries! “On second thought,
no.” No, definitely not blueberries.
Vegetables then. Now on the lookout for veggies, Autumn looked
back into the fridge. Carrots and cucumbers! She grabbed the bag
of baby carrots and was just about to grab the cucumber before
she realized. Oh god, no!
Autumn tossed the vegetables back into the fridge and quickly
closed the door. “Let’s go with something…
else.” A shaky breath was exhaled; gosh, she was so
flustered! She was hungry and flustered - the two didn’t
mix well. Now she looked in the freezer. A box of! Popsicles.
Yeah, no.
An idea popped into her head; a box of freshly baked donuts from
the local bakery. “Yes..” The woman quickly stepped
over to another counter, grabbing the box of donuts that lay on
the counter, unopened. “Now, which one to have..” A
slim finger tapped on her bottom lip as her eyes scanned over
the donuts. All of them looked delicious! There were two…
long john donuts and two… donuts with holes. All covered
in frosting and a little dash of sprinkles, which almost made
them seem less inappropriate than they were, but Autumn
couldn’t work up the courage to take one out and eat it -
her thoughts instantly thinking of…
Okay. You need to stop.
Fingers wound in her hair with a groan of frustration, tugging
at the soft strands. It needed to end. In her bedroom she could
faintly hear the door open with a gently ‘creak’,
signalling Clark’s impending arrival. Something needed to
be done, and quick, or she may not be able to control herself
anymore. In one last ditch effort to reign her inappropriate
thoughts in, Autumn grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled
it up with ice cold water, guzzling half of it down before Clark
meandered in and settled himself in the living room.
“Hey..” She trailed off, whizzing around to look at
him - an act she immediately regretted. “Um.. Do you want
anything to eat?” She could think of one thing she’d
be glad to have him eat....
“On second thought, I’m feeling.. dirty -- you
know, gross after everything that’s happened, so I’m
going to go take a shower. Help yourself to anything in the
kitchen.”
Autumn didn’t wait for him to reply before she padded out
of the room, headed to the bathroom.
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Re: You and Me.
DIR By: Chain
Date: November 30, 2014, 11:48 am
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Autumn was bumbling around in the kitchen frantically when Clark
came out, desperately drinking ice water, perhaps in an attempt
to calm her nerves. Clark didn't blame her. As he had expected,
she was even more embarrassed than he was. At least, that was
what he assumed to be the case. His plan was to remain silent on
the couch and eventually just go to sleep, but no sooner than
the moment he sat down, did Autumn call out to him. He looked
over at her in the kitchen, a hint of pink on his face, to see
what she wanted. When she asked if he wanted anything to eat, he
started to decline her offer. It was too late to eat. It was bad
for the metabolism and it would cause strange dreams, not that
that part wasn't an almost certainty anyway...
She quickly retracted her offer though, saying that she felt
dirty and she wanted to take a shower. She chalked it up to
everything that had happened, but Clark couldn't help but feel
that it was his fault. "I promise not to go near the bathroom."
He joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. Though in the back
of his head, he couldn't help but think that it would even the
score. She was already halfway down the hall by the time the
words escaped his lips though. He felt that she was
uncomfortable. His presence made him uncomfortable... He thought
maybe he should leave while she was in the shower... No. That
wouldn't do. She would have words for him when she came back to
the diner... Of course, The next day was Sunday, and he didn't
have to work, but he would be back on Monday and she wouldn't be
happy with him.
Clark made his way into the kitchen, and like Autumn, prepared
himself a glass of Ice water. He gulped the entire glass down,
and then poured another. Once he was effectively hydrated, he
washed his glass, and put it away. He then headed out to the
patio. It was small, but had an amazing view of the city! Being
7 floors up had that kind of effect, he supposed. He reflected
on his night while he stood out there. On the look that Autumn
gave him when he was in the cage; How it was so different from
the look she gave him the night before. What had changed since
then? She found out that he was the one who had been making her
pancakes all this time... She gave him his first tip since
arriving at his job. That was all, right?
He sighed as his reflection continued. He saved her from that
punk in the hallway, comforted her until she was capable of
moving again... That was the pivotal moment. That was when she
decided that she could trust him. But now... She would probably
avoid him again. Might even stop coming to the Diner... He
didn't know why, but he didn't want that. He didn't know when it
happened, but he wanted Autumn around... Man life was suddenly
complicated... Not only that, but he had to find a new venue. He
couldn't live off the income at the Diner alone. Sure, he had
enough saved up to last him a few months, but that time would
pass in no time. He would have to hit the streets soon...
#Post#: 370829--------------------------------------------------
Re: You and Me.
DIR By: Johnah
Date: November 30, 2014, 4:06 pm
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Reflection.
After scrubbing her skin raw and washing her hair, which only
took a good ten minutes, Autumn spent the next standing under
the steaming water, thinking. Of course, with all that’s
happened, she could only think about one thing: Clark. The
initial hesitance of showering in the same place he just
showered in vanished the second the hot water hit her skin, and
after her mind was no longer occupied with scrubbing every last
touch from Garrett off her body she was given nothing else to
think about but the situation she put Clark in.
He was kicked out of Blackjack’s ring, now he has to support
himself with that measly cook’s job at Sally’s. Not to mention
the authorities could be after him should Blackjack’s operation
be investigated. All of that piled on top of Autumn’s shoulders,
weighing them down. In the shower she visibly slumped, realizing
that she ruined a lot of things for Clark.
Resolve.
After turning the shower off and drying her body, Autumn slipped
into a set of plain underwear, pulling on an oversized sweater
and a pair of shorts before exiting her bedroom. As she neared
the living room and kitchen her eyes darted around in search of
Clark, but he was in neither room. After another quick search
she found him out on the balcony.
Autumn slid open the door, nibbling on her bottom lip in
hesitance. “Hey..” She began, reaching a hand out to gently
touch his shoulder. The second her fingertips came in contact
with his hot skin her hand withdrew, resting against her chest.
“I’m sorry. I’ve caused a lot of trouble for you..” As the
mocha-skinned woman spot she sat down in one of the two lounge
chairs on the balcony, keeping her eyes trained intently on
Clark’s profile - she’d get nauseous should she look out onto
the city.
Building bridges.
“So, how did you get into that scene anyways? How did you become
the infamous Blaze?” Brown eyes twinkled with interest as she
offered him a small smile, criss-crossing her legs as she looked
up to him.
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Re: You and Me.
DIR By: Chain
Date: November 30, 2014, 5:12 pm
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Clark had lost track of time in his reflection. He had gotten so
lost in his thoughts that he had completely forgotten the cold
of this late Winter's night. It had to be nearly 3 in the
morning by now... But he sat comfortably, thinking of her... Her
and the impact that she had had on his life in one short day.
Amazing how little relevance time really had.
Normally Clark's muscles would have tightened when Autumn's hand
touched him from behind. His fists would have tightened and he
would have went on the offensive. His guard was always up, and
for someone to break through them automatically put him in
survival mode. But two things prevented that from happening. The
first was that he heard her footsteps coming from her room,
however light they may have been as they lead up to the patio
door opening.
The second was much scarier. Clark didn't know how it happened,
but he had grown comfortable around Autumn. He felt safe around
her, like he could let down his guard around her and be
alright.... and he HATED that! You don't let your guard down
around anyone! That was rule number one of survival... And yet,
here he was, perfectly calm when the woman walked up behind him
and placed her hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to look
at her hand just as she retracted it. It was warm; A reminder
that he had been out in the cold for quite some time. They would
have to go in soon.
When she quickly pulled her hand away, bringing it to her body
for security, an odd smile came to the man's face. "Do I make
you nervous?" He asked. It was clear that, though her comfort
level with him had risen, it hadn't as quickly as his had.
Something else bothersome. "Maybe that's because I haven't seen
you naked." He said with a laugh as he looked out onto the city.
It came to great surprise when she apologized to him. But at the
same time, it explained a lot. She felt like she was the cause
of the troubles that would soon fall upon him; That he was going
to struggle because she had allowed herself to fall into that
situation. He shook his head, and looked over to the woman,
placing his hand on her knee. "No. It's not your fault." He said
calmly. "If anything, blame that sorry excuse for a date of
yours..." He didnt' see it that way. In his eyes, he was
starting a new chapter of his life, and right there on the first
page, was Autumn.
And then came the question. The question he knew would come
sooner or later. "I'll tell you..."He smiled, and stood to his
feet, the hand that rested on her knee extended toward her,
requesting her hand. "But let's go inside first. It's freezing
out here!" He took her hand and guided her into the apartment
before him, closing the door behind him once he was safely
inside. He then took a seat on the couch, leaving plenty of room
for her to join him if she so chose.
He was quiet for a moment, thinking of how to explain it. He had
never really opened up to anyone before, so this was a new
experience for him. Once he had an idea of what he wanted to say
in his mind, he finally started. "I was in a foster home for
most of those awkward teen years... I wasn't the most agreeable
kid, plus I was too old. There was no way anyone was going to
adopt me. When I was 16, I started sneaking out at night. Just,
looking for something different. One night I was out and there
was a ring of people. People were challenging some guy to fights
for a cash prize." He paused as he thought back on the night.
"The guy was the big, brawny type. All muscle, no brain. I was
always angry, fighting all the time anyway, so I thought I'd
give it a shot. He beat me up pretty bad. Way worse than the guy
I fought tonight. But I got in one lucky punch... Knocked him
flat on his back, and he didn't get back up. I took the money to
this weird restaurant where you make your own food to go. Made
more food than I knew how to carry, and ended up needing a cab
to take it all back to the home for the other kids." He stopped
and laughed at the memory. "The food there was garbage."
Clark had to fight the urge to play in Autumn's hair as he
spoke. Every once in a while he found his hand gravitating
toward her, but he always pulled it back. It wasn't his
intention to cross any boundaries. "Anyway, I learned that night
that I loved to fight, and I loved to cook. So I took up
different Martial Arts. Tai Kwon Do, Kick Boximg, Muay Thai... I
asked the head of the home if they could enroll me in cooking
classes, but they told me that they couldn't spend that much of
the budget on one kid. So I went back to street fighting, and I
would take the money that I earned back to that restaurant and
make differrent meals to take back to the Home. I taught myself
to make all kinds of dishes. Funny, ten years later, I'm in a
mom and pop diner making pancakes and eggs all day..."
He started to realize he was rambling, and tried to get back on
target. Something about telling all this to someone felt good.
Like a bit of the weight he carried was lifted off his
shoulders. "Anyway, a couple years ago, Blackjack found me, told
me about his underground circuit. I've played the role of his
Champion ever since..." He leaned back against the arm of the
couch, looking up at the ceiling. "He's not the only ring leader
around here. If I wanted to keep fighting, I'm sure I could find
a new home..." He looked at the woman then, realizing just how
long he had been talking. "Sorry to talk your head off. Guess
I'm really out of character today."
#Post#: 371647--------------------------------------------------
Re: You and Me.
DIR By: Johnah
Date: December 1, 2014, 7:29 pm
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Nervous?
A soft smile tilted her lips upwards, a warm light entering her
eyes. Any other time Autumn would be completely embarrassed by
that question and frantically deny it to save the last
fragmented bits of her self-esteem; but for some odd reason she
didn’t feel flustered at all. She was at complete ease, relaxed
into the lounge chair with the large sweater she wore pulled
over her legs to retain as much warmth as possible in the cool
night; a reminder that the seasons were changing. Soon snow
would fall and coat the ground in a fluffy white blanket. Winter
was a season Autumn always looked forward too. Everything looked
beautiful, the cold gave her a reason to wear her comfy sweaters
and cute scarves. But back to his question: does he make her
nervous?
“You do make me nervous… But I don’t think it’s because you
haven’t seen me naked.” She said, adding the last part after a
second of thought. In truth, she’d be even more embarrassed had
their roles been reversed - had he seen her naked instead. The
biggest difference between the two was that he was confident
with himself, and Autumn always had that seed of doubt planted
and growing in the back of her mind, most likely a result from
the childhood bullies that always made fun of her.
Blame.
The touch to her knee caught her by surprise. Autumn drew in a
sharp breath, caught off guard by the sudden contact between the
two. His hand was cold from being outside too long and his skin
was rough from all the fights; it was masculine, intimidating.
From that one touch she could tell just how much power he had -
especially over her.
“Maybe, but had I declined his offer - had I been stronger - we
wouldn’t be in this situation: I wouldn’t be feeling bad for
getting you kicked out of Blackjack’s place and you wouldn’t be
out of a job.” He didn’t have to tell her, but she knew he
wouldn’t be able to maintain a comfortable lifestyle living off
the pay he earned from Sally’s alone. The money he got from
fighting was paying his bills and putting food on the table,
there was no way around that. And Blackjack threatened to kill
him; how could she possibly ignore that? The blame was on her.
Blaze.
After making inside she dropped his hand, her own grabbing a
fistful of the fabric of her shorts in anticipation as she
padded over to the couch after him. Once he was settled down she
took the spot next to him, pulling her legs up and sitting
criss-cross with her knees skimming against the fabric of his
sweatpants, facing him with brown eyes twinkle with curiosity.
It was always interesting to learn about others; figure out what
made them tick or what fabricated the composition of their
being. Clark was no exception to that rule; in fact her
curiosity was increased ten-fold. She wanted to get to know him.
The story shed light on so many things but it also ignited even
more curiosity. Questions flooded her head, some sneaking their
way up to her throat but died on her tongue before they could
get out - no sense in bombarding him. She didn’t want to scare
him off, but it was hard to contain herself when she found him
so fascinating. Like a moth to flame she was gravitating towards
him, but it was only a matter of time before she got burned by
his blazing fires.
A shake of her head dismissed the question, tight brown curls
bouncing playfully on her head. “Don’t apologize for speaking
your mind. If you want to talk about it, then talk about it.
Tell your story, don’t hold back any details because it’s those
small, miniscule moments that make you, you.” Autumn offered him
a warm smile, right hand unconsciously stretching out towards
him as if to cup his cheek much like a mother would do to
encourage a child. She caught herself just as her soft
fingertips touched the scratchy stubble on his jaw, hand
immediately retracting back to her. The intimate action was
dismissed as a question flowed through her lips in an attempt to
cover it up. “You say you’re acting out of character; how would
you describe your normal character then?” Even more interesting
was the fact that he was acting ‘out of character’ with her, a
detail that wasn’t overlooked by the attentive woman. What about
her lowered his security? What about her made him save her from
her date-from-hell? What about her coerced him to stay when he
could’ve easily left during her time in the shower?
But most importantly, the question she found herself thinking
about far more than the others: What about him sparked so much
interest and compassion? At first she thought him barbaric and
aggressive; when did that view change? What pivotal moment made
her view him as a friend rather than a nuisance?
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Re: You and Me.
DIR By: Chain
Date: December 1, 2014, 8:30 pm
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Clark wasn't surprised when Autumn told him that he made her
nervous. He -was- surprised, however, at how calm she was about
it. He laughed when she stated that the reason wasn't that he
hadn't seen her naked. He never expected her to really respond
to that statement. "Well then why do you think it is?" He asked.
That was the true question. He knew she wasn't afraid of him, so
what was it? "I know. You have a crush on me, right?" His
teasing was light hearted, but there was a hint of true question
in there as well.
Clark sighed and shook his head as Autumn continued to insist
that she was to blame. "Did you accept his offer because you
were weak, or because you were deceived?" He asked. "I'm not
sure if I believe in fate or not. But I do think everything
happens for a reason. If you hadn't said yes to him, we wouldn't
be out here talking right now either. So don't worry about it."
It was clear that his story was holding her attention. He
noticed every time she wanted to ask a question, but decided
against it. Every time he held herself back from commenting on a
particular part. But most of all, he noticed her hand gesture
when she told him not to hold back. On the outside he had only a
gentle smile, but on the inside, he found it hilarious! Both of
them wanted so badly to be closer to the other, and both were
trying their hardest not to get any closer! It was laughable!
Clark decided then to be the one to put an end to the little
dance they were doing. Maybe it was because He saw what was
going on with both of them, or maybe it was because the late
hour was having it's effect on him. He wasn't sure, but he knew
that he wanted to stop it. He turned to his side, leaning
against the arm of the couch, and sliding his right leg behind
Autumn. "Come here." He said, gesturing with his finger for her
to slide toward him, so that she could lean back and use him for
support.
Once they were repositioned, he proceeded to answer her
question. "Well for starters, my normal character doesn't open
up to people. No one knows his story, and he doesn't have a
problem with that." His hand instictively found it's way into
her hair as he spoke. "He doesn't trust people, even the people
he does business with, and that keeps him alive." He sighed as
he thought about his antisocial habits. Now that he thought
about it, he lived a pretty lonely life. "What about you? What's
your 'normal character' like?"
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Re: You and Me.
DIR By: Johnah
Date: December 4, 2014, 8:26 pm
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Bullseye.
Brown eyes widened, completely shocked at his suggestion. Did
she have a crush on him? Was there some attraction between the
two? It was when he suggested it did she realize it was true;
she was developing a crush on him, but it was small, still
growing. It would need a lot of nurturing to become something
greater - and Autumn secretly hoped that would happen.
Clark was clever. Autumn wasn’t normally the person who could be
easily be read, but Clark was flipping pages. Ironically, rather
than worrying about him understanding her so well, Autumn was
more curious about his opinion of her: was she a good book? A
collection of poems eloquently written that told winding tales
of excitement and adventure? Perhaps she was a play, one like
something from Shakespeare that ended in tragedy and a possible
loss of her eyes? Though, she could easily see herself as one of
those sappy romance novels. Searching for ‘The One,’ yet unable
to find him. She was hoping he was merely lost, perhaps at two
roads that were diverged in a yellow wood - the one less
traveled would make all the difference.
She left his question unanswered with eyes that couldn’t meet
his in hopes that he wouldn’t be able to read the truth shining
in them, bright like a beacon.
Foreword.
Every great story started somewhere; introductions to the
current settling and scene. Readers had to get to know the
characters to make connections with them that would increase the
impact of the story and lesson told.
With her back pressed slightly against his chest and her legs
stretching out onto the couch, a vast expanse of the milky
chocolate skin exposed due to her shorts, Autumn chewed on her
lip and listened to him explain his opinion of himself. Many
main characters to stories or novels were dynamic characters;
characters that underwent an important change because of the
progressing plot. Clark must be a main character.
“Then why’d you open up to me? What’s so special about me?” She
asked with a quizzical brow raised, sneaking a glance at his
sharp, angular face out of the corner of her eye. “My ‘normal
character’?” At that question she wiggled around to get
comfortable against him, leaning all her weight on his chest as
she looked up to the ceiling. “My normal character is… well,
it’s me. I’ve not been changing or acting any differently than I
normally do.” A static character. Will she stay that way? She
didn’t know; but from the current situation she’s a static
character thus far, unchanging, insignificant to the overall
progression of the plot. Hopefully things would change.
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Re: You and Me.
DIR By: Chain
Date: December 5, 2014, 10:51 am
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Clark wouldn't call himself a man full of talents.In fact, the
only things he knew for a fact that he was good at were cooking,
fighting, and reading people. So even though asking Autumn if
she had a crush on him was a joke, witnessing her reaction was
no different from turning the pages of a book. The way her eyes
widened in surprise, The way she broke eye contact, and remained
silent. She did have a crush on him! However small it may have
been, she had confirmed it in that moment, possibly to herself
just as much as him. He didn't press her about it though. It
wasn't his intention to make her uncomfortable.
Once the two were repositioned on the couch, it was Clark's turn
to be surprised by a question. Why did he open up to her? What
made her special? It was essentially the same thing he had asked
himself while she was in the shower. Unlike her, however, it
wasn't like him to try to hold back the truth at any given time.
"You're more like me than you realize."He said calmly, fingers
gently massaging her scalp as he spoke. "You always let me know
what you're thinking and feeling. Maybe not with your words, but
with your eyes. To be honest, at first I disliked you for that.
But I'm starting to realize that that's what makes you
trustworthy.
He fell silent for just a moment, before adding onto the end of
his answer. "Hm... And maybe I'm developing a crush on you
too...." The words traveled so casually, as if it was just a
regular thing people say in passing. Like he had no hesitation
about letting the words pass, or the consequences that might
follow. That was who Clark was. He wasn't an open book. He was
an E-Reader, that read the story for you.
Autumn's answer didn't surprise him at all. He had just
explained to her how genuine he could tell that she was. He knew
she hadn't been out of character for a moment, and that was what
he liked about her. "Yeah. I know." He said calmly, head nodding
a bit. Clark hadn't had many crushes, and had never had a
serious girlfriend. His forward personality always scared off
the girls who were initially attracted to him. That, and his
inability to open up to them made them believe that he was
hiding something, which, of course, he was...
Autumn's body was warm; warmer than you would expect from a
woman with such a small frame. As he grew more comfortable, his
eyes started to drift. At this ridiculous hour, it was a wonder
both of them hadn't passed out. But at this point, it was only a
matter of time. Would Autumn stay with him until he fell asleep?
Or would she head back to her own room once she got tired? No
telling, but for now, he just wanted to enjoy her company.
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Re: You and Me.
DIR By: Johnah
Date: December 6, 2014, 9:57 am
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Dynamic.
Autumn hesitantly reached for his free hand as he spoke, a soft
smile on her lips as her own petite phalanges running over the
rough skin; his pink knuckles had seen years of fighting and
plenty of broken bones, his thick fingers probably had enough
strength to snap her in half, his rough yet somehow smooth as
silk palm was creased with deep ridges. A few scars decorated
his skin, though those that she identified were graced with
gentle, cautious touches as if she were afraid she would hurt
him. It was a mere exploration of his skin; a person’s hands
told a lot about them. Her own were smooth and unmarred with
little callous, a result of her sheltered, ‘normal’ upbringing;
Clark’s were rough, calloused, and scarred. To get to where he
was he had to fight with every last ounce of his being - for
that Autumn respected him, and maybe she found it a little hot.
All the while she was looking over his hand she didn’t once lace
their fingers together no matter how intense the temptation was.
Holding hands like that was an intimate interaction, something
she wasn’t yet sure they could handle despite their admitting
their little crushes on one another. It was like they were in
grade school again. The attraction was there, blatantly
apparent, but they were still shy and exploring one another to
make a huge move just yet - it was a slow process Autumn knew
she would have joy going through.
Every boyfriend she had ended up cheating on her, and it seemed
like every guy she was attracted to was a douche bag. How did
she know Clark was any different? He could be the king of douche
bags for all she knew, just really good at hiding it.
Indulge.
Slowly the adrenaline was leaving. Autumn found herself
crashing; eyes growing heavy, and with her body laying
comfortably against Clark’s it was difficult not to feel warm
and welcomed against his intimidating stature. The woman pried
herself out of his grasp, standing with a slow stretch before
padding to her bedroom. Off the bed she grabbed a soft fleece
blanket and returned back to the tired man with a shy smile.
Rather than drape the blanket over him and wish him sweet
dreams, Autumn climbed back onto the couch and draped the
blanket over the both of them. A slight turn onto her side gave
her even more comfort, her head resting gently against his chest
so the steady thrum of his heart could lull her to sleep. Might
as well take advantage of the moment when she could, who knew
when the douche baggery would come out. “Goodnight, Clark.”
Morning.
Autumn woke before the sun had a chance to rise. A glance at the
clock on the wall told her it was the time she woke up every day
for work, which gave her only a few hours of sleep for the whole
night, but she felt refreshed and ready to go. It’s a good thing
it was the weekend so she didn’t have to go. After a stretch and
a soft wiggle to get free, Autumn was on her feet and toddling
into the kitchen just as her stomach began to growl with hunger
- Clark had to be hungry too.
From a cupboard she withdrew a fry pan and placed it on the
stove as she passed by to go to the fridge. Bacon, sausage,
butter, and eggs all rested in her arms before she let the door
shut. Each ingredient was set on the counter next to the stove
as she passed by to go to the coffee machine. After that was up
and running she settled in front of the stove to start making
breakfast.. until she thought of something.
Wakey wakey.
Slender legs carried her to the couch. Autumn crouched down by
Clark’s head, a hand reaching out to gently pat his cheeks.
“Clark. Wake up. Clark!” She said in a loud whisper, greeting
his waking eyes with a bright smile. “Clark. I want pancakes.”
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Re: You and Me.
DIR By: Chain
Date: December 6, 2014, 11:33 am
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"Good Night, Autumn..."
Despite his refusal to eat that night, Clarks dreams were still
odd. He dreamed he was in the cage. Blackjack was sitting in a
throne atop a raised booth. He had been assigning opponents to
defeat Blaze one after another, but they all failed. Blackjack
had one final opponent for Blaze to take on. It was the pitiful
little man who had tried to take advantage of Autumn! He still
didn't know the guy's name. This was his last opponent? This was
the one he had to beat to become Champion again? This would be a
cakewalk...
But when the bell rang, Clark was unable to land a single hit on
the pipsqueak! He swung, kicked, even tried different styles of
martial arts but nothing worked! And then, the guy landed one
devastating blow, that sent Clark flying all the way into the
chainmail that made up the cage! Clark lay on his back dazed, as
the man approached him, suddenly pulling a dagger from his
pocket. It was at that point, Clark realized, this wasn't a
fight for the Championship! It was a fight for his life! And he
was going to lose! But with the dagger only inches away from his
throat, A fist came from nowhere! Knocking the man back to the
center of the ring! Who had saved him? Clark tried to look at
his savior, but his vision was blurry After refocusing his eyes,
he realized, it was Autumn!
What was she doing in the cage?! He would kill her! Clark tried
to get up to defend her, but his body felt heavy! Like it was
being weighed down by something! But Autumn didn't need his
help. She fought like a pro, taking Clark's assailant out with a
series of flashy punches and kicks, before making her way over
to Clark. "Are you alright?" She asked, as his eyes faded
closed. But she continued to call to him. "Clark? Clark!"
He opened his eyes to look into the eyes of his savior. "Clark,
I want pancakes!" The cage was gone. The crowd was gone.
Blackjack was gone... They were in Autumn's apartment, and she
was asking him for pancakes. He shook his head quickly, trying
to solidify the separation between his dream and his current
reality. His first instinct was to tell Autumn no. That he was
off work that day. But he decided on a different approach. "I
make you pancakes every morning. How about I make you dinner
tonight instead?" But when he looked up into those beautiful
brown eyes, there was no way he could say no to her...
"Fine..." He said, kicking his legs off the couch and onto the
floor. "But I'm making them my way!" he said with a smile. The
recipe at the Diner was so basic... Sometimes he spiced it up
just a bit, but at the end of the day, it was boring. He
caught the sight of breakfast foods on the counter, as he walked
into the kitchen. "This doesn't look like pancakes, he said, as
he grabbed a large bowl and a small bowl. Instead of grabbing
the pancake mix, however, He began gathering ingredients to make
the pancakes from scratch. Flour, Baking powder, The butter was
already out.
When he went into the refrigerator for milk, he saw something
that made him smile. He took out the milk, as well as the
blueberries, and placed them on the counter. He took about a
third of the stick of butter, put it in the small bowl, and put
it into the microwave to melt as he started combining
ingredients to make the pancake batter. Once he was done, he
mixed in the melted butter. Mixing it into the batter gave a
righer flavor than putting it on top, and adding a little extra
flour made them fluffier.
Most people poured the blueberries into their batter when making
blueberry pancakes. It was true that doing that would make the
flavor spread through the batter, but to do that properly you
had to let it sit for at least an hour. So instead, he would
apply a few berries to each pancake as they cooked on the
griddle. It would work just as well, since the berries were
fresh and not frozen. After heating to the proper temperature,
the berries would pop, spreading their flavor in bursts, instead
of a stream. He wished she had peanut butter chips. The only
thing better than blueberry pancakes was peanut butter pancakes.
But most people didn't keep things like that laying around the
house. It wasn't surprising he didn't find any. As he was
finishing up, he proceeded to cook up the sausage, bacon, and
eggs as well, coming out after not too long with two beautifully
prepared breakfast plates. "Breakfast is served." He said. He
would deal with the dishes after they ate.
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