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[mc776]

Josh looked at his watch. She should be here by now, he figured. 10:15. They'd agreed on 10 sharp, so she should be here anytime now. Or did he say 10:15 by mistake? They'd better not miss the train, the next one was four hours away.

But then, that might not be a bad idea. Four hours to just sit around, relax, get a coffee, maybe even a bite to eat. It's not like it was urgent or anything, just going over to her parents' place for the weekend. But still, maybe if... no, shut up. For the last time, she's not carefully gauging every stupid move of yours to pick them apart and mock you to her friends behind your back! Those polite smiles her male friends give you are just that, polite smiles you make to a stranger. Now please, Mr. Corvis, just shut the fuck up, relax, and act like a normal decent human being already!

Yes. Of course. That's what he'd do. Relax. Lean against that wall-wait, hold on, check if there's paint or dirt or whatever on it, okay. Just act casual, smooth down your jacket, nonono not like that, that's geeky!, alright, there ya go. But should he really do this, though? It's private property, and Josh could swear people were looking at him from inside the coffee shop.

Well, let them look! What's wrong with looking? There you are, a handsome young man with some manner of brains, some prospects, some... oh for God's sake, it's hopeless. Here he was, fresh out of college, no job, no skills, doesn't know a damn thing about the real world, and he's trying to impress this chick? Fuck, that's fuckin' fucked up, eh. Who in the world would ever...

A woman walked up, smiled and said hi.

He turned. No, it wasn't her. But who was she then? Where'd he know her? What's her name? Well, she was hot though. Anyway, he should answer back. Would be rude not to.

Josh got out about half a hi in return when she continued past him to her friend.

Well, at least that explained why he couldn't remember her name. He stood there, mouth hanging half-open, hand half-raised, for a moment before shrugging and going back to his post.

Josh looked at his watch.

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[urwen-sakurafu.livejournal.com]

It was a dark and stormy night. The robbers were in the cave...

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SUDDENLY, ANTHRAX!!!

[mc776]

When I first wrote this eighteen years ago I thought it was such an obviously het guy thing.

Now when unlocking it looking for something else I was prompted to select an icon - and I did.

So, with that in mind, just for comparison's sake:

Chloe looked at her watch. She should be here by now, she figured. 10:15. They'd agreed on 10 sharp, so she should be here anytime now. Or did she say 10:15 by mistake? They'd better not miss the train, the next one was four hours away.

But then, that might not be a bad idea. Four hours to just sit around, relax, get a coffee, maybe even a bite to eat. It's not like it was urgent or anything, just going over to her parents' place for the weekend. But still, maybe if... no, shut up. For the last time, she's not carefully gauging every stupid move of yours to pick them apart and mock you to her friends behind your back! Those polite smiles her friends give you are just that, polite smiles you make to a stranger. Now please, Ms. Price, just shut the fuck up, relax, and act like a normal decent human being already!

Yes. Of course. That's what she'd do. Relax. Lean against that wall—wait, hold on, check if there's paint or dirt or whatever on it, okay. Just act casual, smooth down your jacket, nonono not like that, that's geeky!, alright, there ya go. But should she really do this, though? It's private property, and Chloe could swear people were looking at her from inside the coffee shop.

Well, let them look! What's wrong with looking? There you are, a handsome young woman with some manner of brains, some prospects, some... oh for God's sake, it's hopeless. Here she was, long dropped out of high school, no job, no skills, doesn't know a damn thing about the real world, and she's trying to impress this chick? Fuck, that's fuckin' fucked up, eh. Who in the world would ever...

A woman walked up, smiled and said hi.

She turned. No, it wasn't her. But who was she then? Where'd she know her? What's her name? Well, she was hot though. Anyway, she should answer back. Would be rude not to.

Chloe got out about half a hi in return when she continued past her to her friend.

Well, at least that explained why she couldn't remember her name. she stood there, mouth hanging half-open, hand half-raised, for a moment before shrugging and going back to her post.

Chloe looked at her watch.