never have to lose*[MORGAN]

[JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL]

NOW COULD LAST FOREVER

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It felt like Justin hadn’t been on a date in a while, which was a little strange. Justin used to date left and right all the time. As soon as he reached that level, people stopped caring. People his age were already with someone, and anyone available didn’t interest him. They simply hadn’t. He wanted new. He wanted the best, and he was very picky with his choices. Any flaw upon someone’s face was going to stare at him the whole night if he decided to go. Finding flawless features was, as anyone could imagine, near impossible. He said near because he found someone. Hence why he was getting ready for a date now. Although, it had taken him quite a bit to get this planned date. Convincing her had been rather hard, but Justin saw that it was all worth it in the end. Even if at the moment she too was probably getting ready hating his guts. Whatever worked. Justin’s job was nowhere near finished. Now he was going to have to be his charming self. Being his regular self never worked. He always had to be perfect and smooth. Worked thus far.

Justin felt prepared for this. Confidence was showing in the mirror back at him. Yes, he had indeed prepped for this. There was no reason on his part to push so hard and then have her go to a mediocre place she didn’t enjoy. One of the reasons Justin was so thrilled when he found out that Nell knew her well. Whenever the name was brought up in conversation (he’d like to point out it usually wasn’t by him), it wasn’t looked upon so positively. Even Nell said that her outside layers were pretty rough. Justin had been able to see that much for himself. Nell was someone he was able to talk to that saw the other side that Justin had been picturing this whole time. It was the side he was going to try to bring out. Wonder what would happen when the woman smiled. Actually full on smiled. He liked that kind of stuff. All that natural beauty. It was probably one of the reasons Justin was so odd and picky. Not a lot of people would think he liked that type, but he did. Blonde bombshells were cute to look at. But how many were the same?

The place he was planning on taking her had really been one of those miracle he could even get in type of places. It was well known all around the city, and he had eaten there before, being the upscale citizen he was. Yes, he did have the money to pay for this. He saved for events like this. Instead of having an emergency fund, he had money in case something expensive happens emergency or not kind of fund. Not completely smart, but he would have used it for a real emergency. What he was trying to do was impress the very un-amused girl. It was probably going to take a little bit, and for all he knew, she could have the same attitude all night. He asked her to be a little more content, but there was nothing really forcing him to do that to her. If she followed his commands so easily without work, there would be no fun in it, now would there?

Did he think he was going to get lucky tonight? Oh god no. Come on, he had shot so close on getting the date. There was nothing in his mind that expected anything happening. So he brought his thinner wallet, which showed a little more class. If by any miracle in time something would have happened, he’d figure something else out. For now, he didn’t even see a percentage of a chance of that happening. Which was fine. Justin wasn’t too easily offended. This was the type of date to see if he could get to a date where that happened. Well… Justin sighed. It’s like he told Nell. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. Whatever happened, happened. Rather it be casual or extreme. Justin wasn’t looking for anything specific. Just to look.

Glancing at his watch, he realized he better get out of there pretty quick if he was going to make the door before five oh five. Of course, it wasn’t surprising that Justin had a nice little fancy car to take him places. It was almost as if the car completed his attire. Clean, sharp, and much more than causal. Pretty formal, but probably closer to semi-formal. Nice place, yes, but it wasn’t as if this was a complete theater show. Which someone should always dress formal for. Pulling up to her place, he checked his watch and grinned. Oh, was he just that good? It was 4:59. Yes, he was that good. Straightening his jacket, he strode over to the door, knocking firmly, and stepping back. Alright, let’s see how much he was getting for all the effort he put into this date.

WISH YOU COULD SEE YOUR FACE

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[MORGAN JANE FARREN]

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Why the fuck had she agreed to this? She stood, scowling at herself in her parents’ full length mirror. Behind her, both her younger sister and her mother fussed over clothing. Elizabeth was holding up some lacy feminine dress, whirling about in a manner that utterly fit her sixteen years of age. She pranced over, holding it up in front of Morgan. “Oh Momo this would be perfect!” Morgan’s scowl, though it seemed absolutely impossible, actually deepened. She snatched the dress away, making a face. “I’m not his pin-up princess, and stop calling me that.” She settled her arms over her chest in an entirely disgruntled manner. Elizabeth had called Morgan “Momo” for as long as she could remember. As a toddler, Elizabeth had been unable to pronounce her sister’s name. And since she was happy to refer to their parents as “mama” and “dada”, it seemed only logical that her sister should become “Momo”. It had been cute, once upon a time. But the name had stuck. It just reminded her that thought she was nearly twenty years of age, in many ways she’d gotten herself stuck in childhood, endlessly depending on the charity and kindness of her parents.

Behind her, her mother began to cluck her tongue, gently taking the lace dress from Elizabeth’s disappointed fingers. “Morgan, you agreed to a nice dinner with this young man.” She eyed her elder daughter, arching a meaningful brow. She would not tolerate rudeness in her household. Morgan muttered something under her breath, likely a string of insults and profanities about what a nice young man Justin was. But if Mrs. Farren heard, she gave it no attention. Morgan stalked away from the mirror, throwing herself into a chair. “Why am I even bothering? Come on Mom! We know how dangerous this is.” Mrs. Farren paused, puckering her lips. Her gaze travelled slowly to Emmaline, who was perched on the end of their bed, happily sucking on a jolly rancher sucker. Of course, the whole family remembered the consequences of Morgan’s last attempt at romance, though no one truly saw Emmy as any sort of negative consequence anymore. Elizabeth, still put-out by Morgan’s refusal of her dress suggestion, muttered from her perch on the bathroom counter – “It’s not every guy’s fault that you wound up pregnant.” Morgan seethed and Mrs. Farren stepped in quickly to prevent a brawl between the two sisters.

“Emmy!” The little girl hopped off the bed, running happily into her grandmother’s waiting arms. “Why don’t you help Gramma pick out something nice for Mommy to wear?” Emmy beamed. And though perhaps it was slightly underhanded, Mrs. Farren knew that Morgan would never refuse her daughter. Morgan shot a glare at Elizabeth, though softened visibly as Emmy wielded her lollipop as a pointer. Emmy began to struggle and Mrs. Farren obligingly set her back down. The little girl ran immediately to the lace dress Elizabeth had first suggested. She stroked careful fingers over it, looking hopefully to Morgan. “Wear the princess dress, Mommy.” Morgan looked as if she might refuse, though Elizabeth had a smug grin on her lips. Eventually Morgan heaved a sigh and acquiesced. To give her credit, she even allowed Elizabeth to pick out matching shoes. Mrs. Farren and her younger daughter teamed up on the make-up and hair front. Emmy sat on her mother’s lap, clapping her hands occasionally. She had apparently decided, as many three-year old girls often did, that her mother was a lonely princess who had finally found her prince (who happened to be the giraffe cookie prince apparently) who would whisk her away to some mystical castle. No one corrected her.

The clock struck five. And like clockwork, a heavy thudding echoed through the house. Elizabeth squealed excitedly – “He’s here!” Elizabeth scooped up Emmy and sprinted down the stairs towards the door, Morgan remained sitting, her mother behind her. Mrs. Farren patted her elder daughter’s shoulder, “You look beautiful, now come along before Emmy decides to inform this poor young man of his status as a prince.” Morgan stood obediently, straightening the dress awkwardly. It wasn’t that she was unused to pretty or stylish clothes. She wore them all the time – she happened to have a rather preppy sort of style. Rather, she wasn’t prepared for what lay ahead of her. She forced herself to move, to descend the stairs. Justin stood surrounded by the Farren women – three generations (though only two as far as he knew). Morgan approached, looking to Justin. To give her credit, she managed not to scowl at him. She kept her features event, her hands clasped to keep them from shaking. “Shall we?” She moved to close the door behind them. Elizabeth rushed to the window, eagerly watching as they descended the stoop. Morgan couldn’t help wondering just what she had gotten herself into.

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[JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL]

NOW COULD LAST FOREVER

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Justin hadn’t expected someone else to open the door. He expected a scowling Morgan looking at her watch and wondering how to turn this into a bad thing. He had been fixing his tie to make it a little straighter when a stranger opened the door. Curly black hair, big brown eyes, and a cute little face. This had to be her other sister. Carrying the youngest of the three (of what he knew). The little girl’s mouth was red from some sort of candy and it made Justin smile a little bit. He hated to admit it, but he liked kids. He was good with kids. It was something that never left him after practically raising his little brother. Justin had to admit the other sister was cute as well, but he wasn’t as much of a douche to go and check her out when going on a date. Besides, Morgan’s was more his type. Less cute and more… elegant. Maybe if the order of meeting had been switched, but since it hadn’t. ”Hey Emmy.” Another name he was shocked to remember. It seemed he remembered the names that counted.

There were a couple of introductions, although Justin was sure that he was never going to remember the name Elizabeth (three of three would be a record for names with him). A little while later, the mother came down. Yep, he saw that looks ran in the family. Her mother had more of the elegant feature that Morgan had. They made some small talk, as it was always important to gain a few more brownie points with members of the family. It was obvious considering the event at the market that family was important to Morgan. All of them at least knew about the date. There had been times when he showed up and a very confused father answered the door. Then very awkwardly, his date would have to explain the entire ‘oh yeah, I’m going out tonight, hope that’s okay’. It left him in a very uncomfortable position. Plus, the family seemed to blame Justin. Always blame the guy for everything, huh?

It wasn’t too much longer before Morgan came down the stairs. For a brief moment, he thought he was at a ball watching a princess descend down the stairs. His breath caught in his throat. He had been expecting much from Morgan, but this? This beautiful creature walking towards him at that moment? These were the moments that were usually important to him. The first time seeing someone so dolled up and perfect. Not a hair out of place. Justin found his heart almost race. Taking a few deep breaths in order to calm himself down, having to repeat, Come on man, this isn’t your first date. Quit acting like it. It seemed in the brief moment, Justin fell back to his old self. The one that was in the corner way too shy to go and talk to a pretty girl like that. There had been a moment like that once in his life. The too short of pants, glasses, and everything. Now he had to go back to his better Justin self. No one paid attention to that nerdy kid. He had to remind himself of that.

Justin thanked her family as he went out of the door, waving as he did so. She didn’t have a complete scowl on her face. He wasn’t sure if that was for the sake of her family on the other side of the door, or –hopefully- she was actually excited for this chance. Justin knew he was dreaming big on the next one, but it was a miracle he had her there now. He tried to look over to the fact he did this out of blackmail. Just a little detail that wasn’t important to the night ahead of them. Justin had one shot, and he was preparing to take its course to the best of his ability. It was like a final exam. ”You look absolutely stunning.” It wasn’t said in his normal cocky smirk way. He said it barely above a whisper as he escorted her over to his shinny nice car. He had noticed the sister peeking in the window at them and that did bring a smirk on his face. He was glad someone appeared to be on his side.

He opened the door for her, like a true gentleman. He needed a little mix of both a gentleman and the perfect guy he knew himself to be. Couldn’t have a little more of the other (and it was going to be really hard not to overdose his perfection as that was his best and most known quality). Getting in the car himself, he let the engine rumble on as he smiled, ”I hope you prepared yourself. I promised you a good dinner, and I get nothing less than the best.” If he had anything that was less than the best, than he was extremely jealous. One of his worse qualities. It really actually tore friendships in the past because Justin would start criticizing to the point where it was hurtful. That didn’t happen too awful often, but he would be lying if he said that it didn’t happen at all. Right now, however, he was pretty sure that he had the best of the best. So there, it was time for Justin to have others envious of him.

WISH YOU COULD SEE YOUR FACE

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