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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 8, 2008 21:01:03 GMT -5
Her smile made him smile more. Alice was just one of those people that made you want to smile. No matter the situation was, if she smiled, you would be smiling. Mike wasn't sure why he was thinking these thoughts when he barely knew her, but he just shrugged it off.
"What are you thanking me for?"
Mike shrugged and thought for a moment. Why was he thanking her? Because she treated him like a human being, even though she was in a much hight class than he? The way she talked to him and listened to him and actually cared for what he said? No, Mike would never admit to that, at least not out loud. He wasn't going to become weak for someone he barely knew. No, those were not the reasons. Shrugging again, Mike replied, "I don't know. No reason, I guess..."
"And what would you be using me for?"
Mike glanced over at her and immediately saw the hurt in her eyes. A guilty feeling suddenly swept over him and he regretted what he'd said. Why was he even second guessing himself? Frustration began to build up in him and he clenched his fist. "Nothing, nevermind..." He knew why he began to talk to her, but why had he continued? Because he thought he could get something from her? How could she possibly help him?
"And you thought I wouldn't..."
When she jumped in, Mike raised his eyebrows. He really hadn't expected her to jump in, at least not fully clothed. He voiced his thoughts. "Well, not in all of your clothing..." He glanced down at her, somewhat disappointed. He wondered what was under all that clothing. He couldn't see anything of her form in all the soaking clothing. She was going to drown in all that...
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Post by aliceroosevelt on May 9, 2008 14:18:13 GMT -5
"I don't know. No reason, I guess..."
Alice considered pressing for an answer, but then realized it wasn't necessary. She, as well as anyone, should know that there didn't have to be a reason behind everything you said or did, and even if there was you didn't always have to give people the satisfaction of telling them. "If you say so..." she replied, and decided to drop the matter. It wasn't important, anyway. She looked toward the polo grounds as a round of applause began. The match would be over soon, but Alice wasn't exactly anticipating it.
"Nothing, nevermind..."
"Well now you've done it, I'm curious now." She offered him a slight smile. She knew that she was using him in a mild fashion. She wanted to upset her father and Edith, and so she often tried to find someone to talk to that would make them angry. But she was indeed enjoying their conversation, the utter simplicity and unguardedness of it, that she knew she was doing more than just using him to shame her parents. But how could he be using her? She didn't think he had anyone to impress or embarrass, and she knew she wasn't being used in a negative fashion. She could think of nothing to say, no biting remark, and so she was quiet - albeit slightly suspicious - in her thoughts.
"Well, not in all of your clothing..."
She gave him a coy smile. "And how much less of my clothing would be preferable?" she said, knowing she'd just crossed several lines and enjoying every moment of it. She knew she was probably being flirtatious at this point, but the way his eyes searched her, it was clear he wouldn't object. Boys were completely stupid sometimes. They thought no one could see where their eyes went...
Her thoughts were interrupted as she took a breath to go under, and as soon as she submerged she found that the tightly laced corset she wore under her dress restricted her from taking in sufficient air. She straightened herself so she was above the water again, coughing and sputtering. Damned thing. She could recall that morning, when Edith was helping her lace it up. She had complained over and over that it was too tight, she'd suffocate at this rate. But Edith, the damned woman, insisted that this was the proper way to wear it, and continued making it tighter and tighter. Apparently, Governor Roosevelt's wife hadn't accounted for her step-daughter jumping into a river that day.
Alice gained her balance, and tried to regain her breath, but found that the corset limited her ability to do that as well. Her breathing was short and quick, still insufficient. Her vision began to fade out. Damn it, what was happening? Her need for air escalated, but she was prevented from breathing, and she began to feel light-headed before she felt her body fold unto itself, and then nothing more.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 9, 2008 15:18:06 GMT -5
"If you say so..."
Glancing over at Alice, Mike realized for the first time how beautiful she was. Even though she was dressed like a prissy snob, Mike saw through all of that. Alice was a beautiful young girl, and Mike wondered what she would look like in regular clothing. Mike wasn't into girls who dressed up to impress guys, he liked girls who were themselves. Mike saw that in Alice.
"Well now you've done it, I'm curious now."
Mike turned to her and smirked. She really was something... "Fine... if you insist." Mike turned away from her and thought for a moment. How was he going to explain this to her? He could lie to her and just say something silly, but Mike was pretty sure she would be able to tell if he was lying or not. "I have this... uh.. grudge on a few people I know, and I thought maybe you..." Mike chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck. What did he think she was going to be able to do? He continued, "I thought maybe you could help me. How, I don't know..." He chuckled again.
"And how much less of my clothing would be preferable?"
Mike raised his eyebrows and smirked. "I think you know how much I would prefer..." He wondered how she would reply to that. He wasn't expecting her to freak out on him, because so far she'd been pretty easy going. But he did wonder how far she would go with him..
Alice took a breath and then went under. Mike smirked and started to go under as well. Even though the water was cold and muddy, Mike was enjoying this. Swimming with the governors daughter was not something Mike ever thought he would be doing. Mike intended to enjoy every moment of this.
Right before Mike went under, Alice came back up, somewhat pained. Her face turned red and she looked like she was having trouble breathing. Mike furrowed his eyebrows and watched her for a moment. Her eyes slowly closed and she bent forward. Finally, she fell into the water.
Mike gasped lightly, not expecting that at all. Diving into the water, which wasn't very deep, Mike groped for her. After what seemed like hours, Mike felt his hand brush over some clothe. He pulled on it and pulled her to wards him. As he swam up wards, he found her weighing him down. It was the damned dress! He pulled it off quickly, feeling his chest tighten as he began to run out of breath.
He pulled her out of the water and unto the ground. Setting her down lightly, Mike tried to focus on the fact that she wasn't breathing and not on the fact that half her chest was revealed. She still had on her underclothing, but that wasn't very much. He began to give her CPR, but found it useless. His eyes searched over her body, looking for the reason why she wasn't responding. The corset! Mike pulled at the strings desperately. Finally, they released and he pulled it off of her.
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Post by aliceroosevelt on May 9, 2008 18:39:03 GMT -5
Fine... if you insist."
Well, she hadn't insisted on anything. But she was nonetheless glad he was going to satisfy her curiosity by telling her. She hated those crazy, afflicted people who decide to mention a topic, and clam up whenever you inquire further, as if expecting you to follow them around for the rest of the evening asking after it. As if your life depended on getting that extra bit of information they withheld. People like that only wanted attention from you, and would go to pathetic lengths to reach it. It wasn't a wonder why Alice didn't like being around people of her own class...
"I have this... uh.. grudge on a few people I know, and I thought maybe you...I thought maybe you could help me. How, I don't know..."
She raised her eyebrows. It was actually quite a thought. If she could, she had the feeling that she would help him out. "What kind of people?" she asked. Hang modesty. She was interested now. She had a few grudges herself, but never something that she would need others to help her. And if she wanted to inquire further, she would. It was his doing, bringing it up, after all. If he didn't want to tell her any more, she wouldn't waste her breath over it.
"I think you know how much I would prefer..."
She gasped a little, and her eyes widened in shock. But a smile played on her lips...this entire ordeal was so wonderfully taboo, she couldn't bear to be prim-and-proper now. She was having more fun than she would have ever had if she'd stayed at that dreadful polo match. Reacting positively, she said back, "I doubt you'll be so lucky..."
After a period of darkness that seemed to last hours, Alice was conscious of her own breathing...she could breathe. She no longer felt the starched corset constricting her, and soon she had gasped enough air to feel almost well again. Her eyes opened to Mike, his face hovering over hers, the sun glaring in her eyes. She blinked, and moved to sit up, her head spinning. Propping herself up on her elbows, she turned her gaze forward...and saw that her corset was lying on the ground next to her...along with her soaked dress. She was almost completely bare.
Alice yelped and struggled to cover herself. People were gasping and staring, though no one bothered to do anything, the cowards. But she was more concerned with what was happening to her. She glared at Mike and exclaimed, "What in the hell happened?!" She heard her name whispered by an onlooker: "Yes, dear God, that's her! Alice Roosevelt!" "Goodness! Someone get her father!" Her eyes snapped back to Mike. She couldn't get caught. Not now. This was more that she bargained for. She whispered urgently, "Get me the hell out of here..."
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 10, 2008 1:22:41 GMT -5
"What kind of people?"
What kind of people? The kind that made mothers cringe. The kind that made young girls swoon. The kind that made fathers laugh. Newsies. The kind of people that Mike hated. "Newsies," he stated simply. His eyes never left her as he watched for her reactions. What did she think of newsies? This was the real test...
Mike chuckled and turned his head to look at her. "Curious little thing, aren't ya?" Shaking his head, he turned back to the street. Why had he even brought this up? She probably thought him petty and silly for holding a grudge. But she didn't know what they'd done to him! They were the bloody newsies. Mike hated newsies...
"I doubt you'll be so lucky..."
He laughed and splashed her. "Oh really.... I take that as a challenge..." He winked at her and splashed her again. Mike couldn't believe he was actually enjoying this. Half the time, he would be wooing a girl, for the plan of course, and be completely bored. But now, he was actually enjoying himself. And it was daughter of the bloody governor!
Relief swept over him as she coughed up some water and gasped for air. If she would have died, oh God, just thinking of how much trouble he'd be in made him cringe. He could have been hanged for the murder of Alice Roosevelt, without a trial. Mike shook his head, willing these thoughts to leave him. She was alive now and he was off the hook.
"What in the hell happened?!"
Maybe not... Alice cried out and tried to cover herself up. Mike cleared his throat, suddenly feeling very embarrassed and uncomfortable. It was different when she was unconscious, but now that she was awake and aware, Mike felt guilty. Why did he feel guilty? That was strange for him...
People began to whisper and point. Mike felt like shouting out to them! Why couldn't they just mind their own business?!? It accrued to Mike that if it wasn't the governor's daughter in his arms right now, they would not spare him a second glance. Bums.
"Get me the hell out of here..."
Mike nodded and reached for his shirt. He wrapped it around her and helped her stand up. They headed to wards Brooklyn, as Mike sent dirty glares to the people passing. When they were about half way there, Mike ducked into an alley, avoiding the questioning stares of people. When they were half way down the alleyway, hidden from sight, Mike turned to her. "Are you okay?"
From here, Mike wasn't sure where to go. His apartment was a major option, but he wasn't sure how she felt about that.
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Post by aliceroosevelt on May 10, 2008 22:26:16 GMT -5
"Newsies."
She glanced at him, her brow furrowing. "Newsies?" she echoed, confused. "You mean...the newsboys?" Of course he did, she thought. She didn't know why he would have a grudge against newsies. They could be slightly annoying, sure. And there was that extremely rude one she had encountered in Central Park. But she didn't think they had anything too bad about them. Now she was interested. She wondered why Mike would have a grudge against newsies. Was it all newsies, the ones in Manhattan? She inclined herself toward him confidentially. "What happened for you to have a...a grudge against them?"
"Curious little thing, aren't ya?"
She smirked. "By nature," she replied smartly. She wasn't curious as much as she demanded information. If you didn't give it to her it wouldn't bother her very much, but sometimes she just wanted to know. If you didn't tell her...well, that was lousy for you. She wouldn't get herself in a bunch trying to figure it out.
"Oh really.... I take that as a challenge..."
He winked at her, and she found herself blushing. She glanced away and cried out joyously when he splashed her. She said back with a smile, "I'm up for a challenge..." She was having so much fun, and she was actually enjoying this more than she thought she would. Looking at Mike... Well. It went without saying that she'd never seen a man without his shirt on before, and Mike wasn't exactly unattractive...
"Are you okay?"
Was she okay? She was standing in an alley, soaking wet, with nothing to cover her but a man's shirt that maybe covered her from neck to hips. She shivered in the cool breeze, and people had seen everything. Her dress and corset were still by the river, and someone had probably notified her father by this point. Maybe one of the onlookers had a camera...or was a reporter? Was she okay...? "No. I'm not. But just...get me somewhere. Anywhere..." She didn't care where she went, as long as her father couldn't find her and no one could take photographs or recognize her.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 10, 2008 22:54:30 GMT -5
"Newsies? You mean...the newsboys? What happened for you to have a...a grudge against them?"
Mike nodded and then replied, "It's kind of hard to explain, but we just don't get along..." For some reason, sitting here, talking with the governor's daughter, he felt ashamed of what he was saying. For the past 4 or 5 years, he'd been striving toward one goal. A goal of destroying the newsies. It was a grudge that he'd held for awhile now, and in his mind it sounded right, but speaking it, the words that he'd thought over and over again now stuck in his throat as he tried to speak them. He felt foolish.
"By nature,"
Mike smirked and looked at her. "So, you blame your parents?" He laughed at thinking about the governor being smart mouthed and curious. It didn't seem right at all. But then again, Mike would never have guessed Alice to be the way she was. He wasn't complaining though...
"I'm up for a challenge..."
"Really now?" Mike smirked and swam a little closer to her, suggestively. If you were have told him two weeks ago that he would be swimming in the Harlem river with Alice Roosevelt, flirting shamelessly, Mike would have laughed at you. But now, being here, it felt so right. Mike was enjoying himself.
"No. I'm not. But just...get me somewhere. Anywhere..."
Mike winced at her harsh tone and then nodded. He suddenly felt guilty. If he'd never asked her to come swimming with him, then they wouldn't be in this position. But why was Mike feeling guilty? Why did she have him feeling this way? He shook his head, not wanting to continue with these thoughts. "We can go to my apartment."
Without waiting for a reply, Mike started toward his apartment, taking the back ways to avoid the curious stares of people.
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Post by aliceroosevelt on May 11, 2008 8:58:22 GMT -5
"It's kind of hard to explain, but we just don't get along..."
It was difficult for Alice to understand. She was by no means a stupid or shallow girl, but to her it seemed a bit odd for Mike to not get along with an entire group of people, and not just one or two of them. By her conversation with him, she didn't think he would be one to stereotype for the crimes of one or two, so she could only wonder what had happened that he hated all of them. She asked aloud, "They...gang up on you or something?" She didn't even know where to begin guessing. She had no way of knowing if he would tell her or not, but all she could do was try and find out as much as she could, until he refused to tell her any more.
"So, you blame your parents?"
She shrugged. "I don't blame them, really. My father...well, with his family, in private, is actually one of the most childish men I've ever seen. When we were little he used to take us on hikes through the woods, and he would move as fast as my youngest brother. He'd joke and laugh and he wasn't afraid to get as soiled as the rest of us in the forest. It's his fault, really, that I turned out the way I am. But I never knew my mother. Perhaps my curiosity comes from her..." She had spoken quite a bit, and had revealed something she hadn't told anyone aloud before, about her father going with them through the woods and the obstacle courses. She didn't know why she was willingly talking so freely, but she had passed the awkwardness of the conversation a long time ago. Now, she felt almost as if she could say anything...
"Really now?"
He took a step toward her. She smiled at him slowly, and found herself inching toward him on the riverbank as well. For some reason, she was having an incredible amount of fun, and something else wedged itself around her mind that she couldn't quite place, some other alien emotion...she didn't think on it any more, but replied flirtatiously, "Of course I am. If you are..."
"We can go to my apartment."
For a moment she was a little shocked. She could hardly imagine going to this man's apartment with him. The idea was ludicrous, not to mention completely inappropriate. But then again...nothing she'd been doing over the past day since the left the Polo Grounds could be considered appropriate. A chill wind ripped through her, making her shiver. An apartment of any type, so long as it had walls and a roof, sounded fine, she reasoned. Forget being appropriate. She nodded, and allowed herself to be led around the back streets. Her long, wet hair hung in her face, disguising her from any stares that might have come their way.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 11, 2008 12:06:56 GMT -5
As they walked along the street, Mike kept his arm around her protectively. For some reason, Mike felt as though at any moment she would be gone. She'd given him a good scare back there. Seeing her unconscious like that freaked Mike out. He was shaking and the fact that he didn't have a shirt on and was soaked didn't help. But he didn't regret not having his shirt, Alice needed it more than he.
It took them a lot longer then Mike had hoped, maybe twenty minutes. If they could have used the main streets, then it would have taken them no time at all. If those bloody reporters would just leave them alone. If people would just mind their own buisness...
Once they arrived at his apartment, Mike hurriedly led Alice up the stairs to his apartment. They got a few strange stares from the people working there, but nothing to bad. He reached for his key in his pocket and unlocked the door. As he led her in, Mike winced at the dirtiness of the place. "Sorry about the mess, I wasn't expecting company..."
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Post by aliceroosevelt on May 11, 2008 12:21:34 GMT -5
The time they took walking along the back streets seemed like an eternity. Alice was experiencing a sensation she never had before: a public embarrassment of being seen. She had never before felt ashamed or embarrassed of anything. But with her bare legs and arms, her hair in her face, and everyone who they passed by stopping what they were doing to stare, it was hard not to be self-conscious. After all, she was walking the streets wearing next to nothing...
Mike kept his arm around her throughout the walk. She found herself leaning into his shoulder as they walked, and began to think that if they kept this up, they might give off the facade that they were just two people after an unfortunate river accident. He was helping her home, trying to keep her from public eye, while she blushed from the public shame of it all behind the curtain of her hair. In this little fantasy she was dreaming up, Alice imagined her last name to be anything but Roosevelt.
Finally, they reached the apartment. It was run-down, but what had she been expecting, a penthouse? More stares greeted them as she was led upstairs, but no one said anything. Alice thought fearfully that she must look like a prostitute. But then she tried to consider the fact that she would never see these people again, and they wouldn't recognize her as she was. She put on a brave face as Mike unlocked the door to his apartment. Finally, cover. Alice ducked inside quickly.
The apartment was dirty, and Mike seemed to notice. "Sorry about the mess, I wasn't expecting company..." Alice almost retorted that she wasn't expecting him to have company either, but she bit her tongue. She sighed and brushed her hair away from her face. She was mildly dry, but still cold and very uncomfortable. "I don't care how messy it is," she said with a confidence she didn't necessarily feel. "It's inside, and that's fine with me." She pulled Mike's shirt closer around her.
It occurred to her then that she had her dress and corset by the river. Odds were they had been picked up by now...by whom, she couldn't hazard a guess. But she needed to wear something else rather than Mike's shirt. All the had on was that, stocking that had become shamefully transparent, shoes that had been completely ruined, and a thin cotton chemise (also revealingly transparent from the river water). "Damn, I wish I had my dress..." she mumbled, hoping that Mike couldn't hear. She turned to him, still fumbling with the wet strands of her hair as they persistently fell in her face. "You wouldn't happen to have one lying around, would you? I can't assume you have a girlfriend, a mistress or whatever." She sighed as she collapsed wearily into a chair. "But I guess not. I haven't been lucky so far, have I?"
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 11, 2008 22:09:23 GMT -5
"I don't care how messy it is. It's inside, and that's fine with me."
Mike sighed and nodded. After eying her a moment, Mike decided to voice what was on his mind. "I'm sorry. Truly sorry." Wow, this sounded strange coming from his mouth. Mike D. Greaser did not apologize! "I never meant for that to happen. I just wanted to help you with trying to dishonor your family.... or whatever. But I never meant for it to end like this..." His eyes trailed her body and he cringed, realizing how embarrassing this was for her.
It was strange that Mike was acting like this. He wasn't used to caring what others thought or how they felt. That was how Mike was. But now, he felt bad about what happened to Alice. And her dress....Oh Bloody hell... Mike thought. The dress was still on the riverbank, obviously attracting attention. Mike sighed. This was great, just great.
"Damn, I wish I had my dress...You wouldn't happen to have one lying around, would you? I can't assume you have a girlfriend, a mistress or whatever. But I guess not. I haven't been lucky so far, have I?"
Mike stared at her for a moment, a little shocked by her behavior. But he quickly got himself together and shook his head. "I don't have any girl clothing..." He glanced around his apartment, ashamed of what he saw. "But you could use some of mine?" That was out of his mouth before he could stop it. He realized right after he said it how suggestive it sounded. What would people think if they saw her in his clothing?
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Post by aliceroosevelt on May 12, 2008 14:17:03 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. Truly sorry."
She looked at him quizzically. Technically, he had quite a lot to be sorry for. To the outsider, everything that happened was his fault. But she could hardly believe he was apologizing. To Alice, everything had been her doing. "Don't apologize," she said firmly. "You didn't do anything wrong." It was her, and her zest for danger and the taboo, that got her where she was. If it hadn't been Mike, it might have been someone else. There was no way of knowing.
"I never meant for that to happen. I just wanted to help you with trying to dishonor your family.... or whatever. But I never meant for it to end like this..."
He was looking at her, and stopped abruptly. Alice didn't get angry. She could hardly blame him. She sighed and shook her head. Carefully she approached him, and looked him kindly in the eye. This was a different side of Alice that few people got to see: not only less angry, but almost intimate, and actually trusting. She very seldom looked upon people as she did now with Mike. She said to him, "Mike. I know what happened...I passed out in the river. I would have drowned if it weren't for you." She paused, and added, "You saved my life." The words sounded odd...almost fake. But they rang true nonetheless. Alice knew that if Mike hadn't helped her, she would have drowned or suffocated.
"I don't have any girl clothing..."
His answer didn't surprise her. But a thought occurred to her: what would she have done if he did? She didn't want to admit that the thought of him having a girlfriend bothered her...well, that was sort of it, but not in every sense... She stopped thinking about it and said aloud, "My dress is probably gone by now. Someone must have taken it." Her thoughts traveled to her father, and quickly she asked, "You don't think they'll find me here, do you?"
"But you could use some of mine?"
She was more shocked at the idea of walking around in men's clothes than any suggestiveness that was implied there. Nonetheless her memory flashed back to the flirtatious conversation they'd had while still in the river. Why did that seem like an eternity ago? She looked down at herself quickly, and almost blushed. She might as well have not been wearing anything at all. She looked up at Mike and said, "At this point...I'll take anything..."
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 12, 2008 14:59:30 GMT -5
"Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong."
Mike nodded, trying to regain his bad boy composure. He didn't mind helping someone; he wasn't cold hearted, but he rarely apologized. He realized, though, that this is just what she wanted. She wanted to do something that would dishonor her whole family, and that is what Mike was shooting for with the whole swimming thing. But Mike hadn't really meant for it to go this far, and he was pretty sure Alice felt the same way.
Mike. I know what happened...I passed out in the river. I would have drowned if it weren't for you. You saved my life."
The closeness of her and her words made Mike blush. Blush! Mike couldn't believe he was blushing. That was so unlike him. What was he feeling? In the beginning, he was using Alice; he thought she could contribute to his plan in someway. But now, now there was something different. His feelings for Alice had changed in a very small amount of time. Suddenly, he felt guilty for even thinking about using her. Instead of replying, Mike simply nodded, embarrassed by the whole situation.
"My dress is probably gone by now. Someone must have taken it.You don't think they'll find me here, do you?"
Mike nodded, agreeing with the fact that her dress would be gone now. Someone probably had picked it up and was hawking it for a pretty good piece of cash. What would people pay for a dress that was worn by Alice Roosevelt? Especially when it was the dress that she dishonored her family in? Mike winced, realizing how embarrassing that would be for her. Why hadn't he picked up the dress? Oh, thats right. He was to busy giving the governors daughter CPR.
"I hope not..." If they found her here, Lord only knows what would happen. Mike would probably be arrested and tried for assault and kidnap. And Mike could only imagine what would happen to Alice. Subconsciously, Mike glanced out his window. He drew back the curtain, blocking them from the view of outsiders. He then went and locked his door.
"At this point...I'll take anything..."
Mike smirked and nodded, regaining some of his confidence and flirtatiousness. Grabbing her hand, he led her into the bedroom. He pointed to the drawers. "There is plenty of clothing in there..." He walked over and pulled out two of the drawers, revealing pants and shirts. "Take anything you want." He turned to leave and brushed past her. But, before he left, Mike turned and winked at her suggestively. "Wanna take on that challenge now?" Of course, he was referring to their conversation earlier.
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Post by aliceroosevelt on May 12, 2008 17:31:31 GMT -5
"I hope not..."
He seemed as worried as she was. She watched him as he drew the curtain of the window. She hadn't thought of doing that, even though it was the most logical thing for her to do. She shifted in her wet (albeit drying) clothes. She wondered, indeed, what she should do once all this had blown over. She had to go back home at some point. Right now, however, it would be impossible. Her father would be more furious than anything, and at this point Alice wasn't sure if she could deal with that. Her near-death experience had wracked her nerves. She would wait until her father would be more worried than angry. And then what?
A plan began to formulate. "Alright. Here's what we'll do..." she spoke her thoughts aloud to Mike, her eyes unfocused, thinking hard. "I'll wait a while. A few hours, maybe. Until nightfall, preferably. Yes...when night comes, I'll leave here and go back home. My father will be more relieved to see me than anything. He'll see me in your clothes...well...I'll tell him that I--" she broke off, and paused for a long while. Her eyes snapped to Mike, meeting his. "What do I tell him about your clothes?"
"There is plenty of clothing in there... Take anything you want."
Alice surveyed the drawers, and wondered if anything would fit her. She supposed she would be a sight...dressed in men's clothing, walking around in the middle of the night. She'd never worn trousers before and could only imagine how uncomfortable they would be. Nonetheless, these were extreme circumstances, and she wasn't about to complain. "Thanks..." she said, reaching for a pair of trousers that looked clean. She shivered slightly as he brushed past her, and looked up at his voice from the door.
"Wanna take on that challenge now?"
He winked at her, and she turned red and smiled. She didn't know why she wasn't afraid, or even mildly disturbed. She coolly answered back, "I'll entertain the idea and let you know."
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 13, 2008 8:46:20 GMT -5
"Alright. Here's what we'll do..."
Mike, who was sitting on the chair across from Alice, looked up at her. What was she thinking? What could they do? There had to be a way for Alice to get home without either of them getting in trouble. If they just would have picked up the dress. But how would anyone know that the dress was Alice's? There was plenty of rich girls that could have gone swimming with a random guy, then almost drown, then go home with the random guy. Mike sighed and sat up straight, listening to what she had to say.
"I'll wait a while. A few hours, maybe. Until nightfall, preferably. Yes...when night comes, I'll leave here and go back home. My father will be more relieved to see me than anything. He'll see me in your clothes...well...I'll tell him that I--What do I tell him about your clothes?"
Inhaling deeply, Mike thought over what she just said. If she was to wait, that would probably work. The one problem was the dress! That stupid dress... But what if they got another one... "What if you got another one... Do you know someone who would be willing to give you a dress without telling your dad? Or we could maybe buy you one?" Mike didn't really know how much money he had, or what Alice had. And then there was the problem of buying the dress without being seen.
"Thanks..."
Mike grinned and nodded. He could only imagine how cute she was going to look in guys clothing. Personally, for Mike, he liked it when he could actually see girls. That didn't mean he liked it when girls dressed in hardly nothing; he found that annoying and whorish. But when they dressed in layers and layers of clothes, you couldn't even see the person. But Alice in boys clothing would be a sight.
"I'll entertain the idea and let you know."
Laughing at her, Mike replied, "Well, don't take to long. The offer isn't standing for long." He winked once more and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. It was a spur of the moment thing, but he thought it would shake her, since she hadn't been really responded to much of his flirting.
{I totally made a move!}
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