Post by kytazy on Aug 12, 2012 14:13:15 GMT -5
There was that sarcastic demeanor he was starting to become accustomed to. "Tsk, others? You're kidding right? Who would even bother entering knowing that I was going to be participating?" Were there actually contests like that out there or was she just assuming like he did with the shampoo..? If there were how would she even know about it? Somehow Zane couldn't really imagine Bridget attending or participating in such a contest. Maybe there was a girls' division and a boys' division.. did that mean there were hair-length requirements? Would bald people be able to participate if they wore a wig.. wigs would probably be considered against the rules though..
What the hell, why was he even thinking about this? Smirking at his strange thoughts Zane took in Bridget's own little smile through the matter-of-fact comment. Her going around smacking people in the back of the head for making idiotic remarks, now that he could see. She was also.. happy.. about something though. It didn't feel like she was happy about smacking people in the back of the head, but rather.. the opposite. He couldn't really put his finger on it though so he decided to shrug it off and simply feel honored for not being one of her many victims.
At first Zane was still grinning, he could sense that Bridget was about to say something to blow him off, could almost hear something along the lines of 'As if', along with his non-head smacking privilege possibly being re-thought but.. something in the air quickly changed.
Suddenly he felt Bridget close in, could feel the slight heat of their closeness when she spoke, the hand resting on his shoulder. 'You careless idiot.' he thought furiously to himself. He'd gotten to comfortable with having someone who could be as sarcastic as him to talk to. In a way the fact that he was conversing with a member of the opposite sex sort of slipped his mind, not that he thought she was a boy, he just thought of her as a person- no gender specified. The feminines of her was painfully obvious to him now, though it was a bit late for that. "Exceptions...?" he repeated, unable to think of any words to form himself to stall. Closer, he could defiantly feel her leaning in, it was slow but it was defiantly happening. Panicked, he tried to scoot back but realized he was already trapped up against the arm of the couch. That had been his last hope as a soft and gentle warmth covered his mouth.
That... defiantly wasn't what he was expecting. Perhaps girls weren't the vicious evil monsters that his sister had warned him against when he was little after all. When Bridget leaned back away he felt an odd sense of loss. She still seemed to be close though, and the urge to wipe away the sense of loss just be leaning in himself a little bit was there, but he tried to ignore it. "Y.. yeah." he managed to reply weakly, the longing threaded through the single word as unintentional as the heat crawling up his neck.
"I.. suppose I could fit you into my busy schedule." he was still feeling a little fuzzy from before. The mention of a 'date' made him focus a bit more though. It was probably just a common phrase most people used, but he wasn't really sure how to respond. In the end he simply nodded in case he thought the wording more than it was.
What the hell, why was he even thinking about this? Smirking at his strange thoughts Zane took in Bridget's own little smile through the matter-of-fact comment. Her going around smacking people in the back of the head for making idiotic remarks, now that he could see. She was also.. happy.. about something though. It didn't feel like she was happy about smacking people in the back of the head, but rather.. the opposite. He couldn't really put his finger on it though so he decided to shrug it off and simply feel honored for not being one of her many victims.
At first Zane was still grinning, he could sense that Bridget was about to say something to blow him off, could almost hear something along the lines of 'As if', along with his non-head smacking privilege possibly being re-thought but.. something in the air quickly changed.
Suddenly he felt Bridget close in, could feel the slight heat of their closeness when she spoke, the hand resting on his shoulder. 'You careless idiot.' he thought furiously to himself. He'd gotten to comfortable with having someone who could be as sarcastic as him to talk to. In a way the fact that he was conversing with a member of the opposite sex sort of slipped his mind, not that he thought she was a boy, he just thought of her as a person- no gender specified. The feminines of her was painfully obvious to him now, though it was a bit late for that. "Exceptions...?" he repeated, unable to think of any words to form himself to stall. Closer, he could defiantly feel her leaning in, it was slow but it was defiantly happening. Panicked, he tried to scoot back but realized he was already trapped up against the arm of the couch. That had been his last hope as a soft and gentle warmth covered his mouth.
That... defiantly wasn't what he was expecting. Perhaps girls weren't the vicious evil monsters that his sister had warned him against when he was little after all. When Bridget leaned back away he felt an odd sense of loss. She still seemed to be close though, and the urge to wipe away the sense of loss just be leaning in himself a little bit was there, but he tried to ignore it. "Y.. yeah." he managed to reply weakly, the longing threaded through the single word as unintentional as the heat crawling up his neck.
"I.. suppose I could fit you into my busy schedule." he was still feeling a little fuzzy from before. The mention of a 'date' made him focus a bit more though. It was probably just a common phrase most people used, but he wasn't really sure how to respond. In the end he simply nodded in case he thought the wording more than it was.
