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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Mar 8, 2013 16:53:02 GMT -5
It was over a week before Hunter had mustered up the courage to call. He needed to be sure of himself first, and it took a lot of soul-searching before the blonde was able to accept the simple and blatant facts: he might possibly, just a little bit… be attracted to someone. It was no great revelation, obviously, but until now it had been purely theoretical, something he never intended to act on. But now he was in a tricky predicament and a very real desire to do things he never thought he’d do before, and it took a while to get comfortable with it.
Hunter made many attempts at calling, but he couldn't quite do it. In the morning, he'd find himself spooning up cereal at the kitchen counter and shooting nervous glances at the phone. A few morning's later, the phone would be in his hand and his thumb hovering over the number pad. On the weekend he actually got off the seat of his drum set and strode over to his study desk, determined to call. Only to hit two numbers and hang up before trudging back to the kit.
The boy was distracted all week. He couldn't concentrate on schoolwork, certainly not about some boring discovery of some new scientific theory. His interest in school didn’t need another excuse to wane lately. The afternoons would find Hunter sitting at his desk, staring at a blank screen. At dinnertime Grace would come over, eat junk food in his room, and badger at Hunter, asking him what was wrong. She even threatened to have her mother take a look at him. It took Hunter days before he could even admit that he did in fact plan to call – he just needed to be sure, first. Yet still Hunter couldn't bring himself to call her. It was almost two weeks by now, and Hunter had begun to convince himself that he was just imagining the whole thing up. So there was no point calling, anyway. Besides, why would a girl like her be interested in Hunter? What would he be able to offer her?
But alas, there was apparently no stopping the heartsick infection. It was spreading at an alarming pace, and the longer he waited the less chance he had of actually getting a date with her. And if he missed out, what then? Would she end up with someone else? What was he even talking about; he was far ahead of himself at this point. There wasn't going to be any dates anyway because this was all too weird. There had to be a logical reason for what he was going through right now. Maybe he should just call…but he couldn't, not now, not yet. The days dragged on and the nervousness turned to agony. What if he was too late? What if she hooked up with someone else?
So he picked up the cellphone and leaned back in his chair. Hunter had added her number to speed dial and he spent a long time holding the phone in his lap and staring at it. The Thunder had spent hours over the last week acting out the conversation in his head, but he really had no idea what he would say. All Hunter knew was that the rest of his life depended on it. An exaggeration, perhaps, but that's what it felt like. Hunter wanted to chicken out so badly, but he couldn't. He had to do it. Had to. So Hunter took a long and deep and shaky breath. His thumb trembled over the dial button and finally – he pressed it.
The phone rang once and suddenly Hunter hopped to his feet – it didn't seem appropriate to sit down for a conversation like this. Hunter began pacing his room as the phone continued to ring. This was such a mistake. She probably hates him for how he keep running away from her, there's no way she'll want to see him. He should just—
And then he heard a voice call out on the other end. ”Hey Ridley, sorry to bother you but…I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at my place. You know, maybe talk or whatever…” Last minute the boy had chickened out. His finger instead pushing down on the number of his good friend rather than the person who was making him feel like he was stuck in a vice grip.
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Post by RIDLEY EVANNA FREY on Apr 2, 2013 8:11:39 GMT -5
The day had been a slow one. Hungover and irritable, Ridley had stayed in bed until noon, buried beneath her duvet and only emerging when she was sure that moving around wasn't going to make her vomit all over her bedroom floor. Dragging herself from her bed, she'd thrown on a pair of sweats and a tank and had planted herself firmly on the couch in front of the TV. And it was in front of the TV that she stayed, eating ice cream - her magical hangover cure, and watching re-runs of The Fresh Prince. "Will Smith is such a babe." she drawled around the spoon in her mouth, speaking to no one in particular because she was alone.
Her dad was around somewhere, he'd stopped by the living room earlier and had asked if she planned on moving her ass from the couch today before commenting that she needed to take a shower because, apparently, she looked like a gremlin and he added, with a sarcastic grin, that she probably smelled like one too. Her response had been to throw a pillow at his head, spoon hanging from her mouth, eyes still glued to the TV. He was right though, she needed to peel herself from the couch and shower. And once she had she felt a million times better, her hangover almost completely gone. All she needed now was a coffee.
Climbing the stairs from her basement bedroom, Ridley tied her hair, which was still a little damp, up into a high ponytail and padded her way into the kitchen. "Dad?" No answer. He must have gone out. She didn't remember him saying that he was going anywhere but she did recall that he'd mentioned something about Renee, his new lady friend, when she'd been comatose on the couch. Chances where, he'd gone to see her. They were in the lovey-dovey Honeymoon phase where they pretty much spent all of their free time together. And because of that, her dad wasn't home alot. Not that she minded, having the house to herself was always a bonus.
Pouring the milk into her coffee, she grabbed a spoon, dunked into her mug and began to stir, stopping when she heard noise in the distance. It took her a moment to realize that it was her cell ringing and once she did she quickly dumped the spoon in the sink and ran for her phone before whoever was calling hung up. Racing into the living room, she stuck her hand down the side of the couch where her phone was wedged and pressed it to her ear "Hello? Oh, hey Hunt." With the phone pressed to her ear, she circled back into the kitchen to grab her coffee "Sure." He wanted to talk and he sounded unsure about it. Had something happened? She was tempted to ask if he was okay, but didn't, she figured she'd find out once she saw him. "Give me twenty, okay?" That was enough time to finish up her coffee, throw on something a little more decent and head over to his. "'Kay. See you soon." Hanging up the phone, she headed down into the basement to grab her car keys and change.
Hunter's house wasn't all that far from Ridley's, which was kind of suprising considering they lived in completely different neighborhoods. Or maybe it was just that Ridley was used to driving over to his, she knew all of the shortcuts to take, which meant that she reached his Mcmansion a lot faster than most people driving from her house to his would. Turning onto his driveway, Ridley stopped the engine, pulled the keys from the ignition and climbed from her car. It always amazed her how crazy rich Hunter was, or more specifically, his parents. Their house was bigger than big and everytime she came over she felt like she should be wearing something a little more fancy than cut off denim shorts an old t-shirt and a pair of beat up biker boots. Tucking her keys into the pocket of her jacket, Ridley headed over to the grand door and pressed the buzzer.
OUTFIT -HERE
NOTES - Sorry this is so late!
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Apr 9, 2013 19:47:04 GMT -5
Right after Hunter hung up he couldn’t stop pacing back and forth in his room. Calling Ridley was only a step up for him instead of who he should have been calling her. Not that he didn’t enjoy Ridley, but he knew she would be able to cut through his feeble attempts at making excuses if he chickened out on admitting why he had called her over. Also the teasing would be relentless. Ridley knew what jabs would cut through Hunter and cause him to blush. She had the unnatural ability to push the right buttons.
Hoping to ease his anxiety, Hunter rushed down through the maze of stairs the mansion had. He still found himself second-guessing himself some nights when most of the lights were off. The Ulrich house hadn't changed at all since his time of moving in; well the designs sometimes catered to the trends set by snobbish interior designers, but the environment was always the same. As he walked to the lower level the coldness of his house, he was struck by just how unchanged everything was. Then again, this was always the case – he arrived home expecting everything too look different, and without fail, it was still as cold and imposing as ever. Still, he found it was far from an unwelcome thing; he could at least pretend that he hadn't missed much of his family back in Cali.
The kitchen seemed like a good place to blow some time while Ridley made her way over. The blonde cracked open the fridge, fully stocked with food his family never cooked themselves. ‘That’s what the chef was for’ his father argued the first time Hunter brought it up. A chef, maid, landscaper, and a butler were all overkill on the rich angle, but his father had a trophy wife and a large estate. Working and cleaning was not in his portfolio of skills. Popping off the top of a water bottle, Hunter leaned against the kitchen island counter. With Ridley en route Hunter had to find a way to voice the internal struggle that was going through his head.
It had then occurred to him that he didn't even have any details really planned out for what he was going to do this upcoming Friday, except for what he had given to…her. That meant it was entirely up to the blonde to make contact, and a small but vocal part of Hunter's mind was becoming increasingly paranoid as to whether he could really pull this off. Hearing the signal of the doorbell, Hunter dragged his feet to the door, ready to face the music. Cutting off the butler, Hunter pulled at one of the heavy front doors. Ridley looked good like usual, but a bit sluggish. Probably had a rough night- or from her perspective- a good one. ”Hey, come on in.” he moved out of the way to allow her entrance. ”Sorry for the short noticed. You feeling alright?” Hunter smirked at the brunette knowingly, still seeing some signs of the effects from her late night activities.
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Post by RIDLEY EVANNA FREY on Apr 24, 2013 3:01:32 GMT -5
The doorbell rang and she rocked up onto the balls of her feet and then back onto her heels as she waited, wondering briefly if Hunter would get the door or if it would be the butler who answered. It still made Ridley grin that he even had a butler, she'd teased Hunter about it mercilessly when she'd first met Jeeves, (that was what she called the butler, even though she was pretty sure that wasn't his name.) it seemed like an unnecessary waste of money, having a butler. I mean really? What did you need one for anyway? But she figured that when you had a ridiculous amount of money like Hunters dad did, the cost of hiring a butler probably wasn't noticeable at all. And it was something all the crazy-rich people did, wasn't it? Hire a butler? It was a staple for the them, a show of how rich they were, like having a huge mansion and an assorted collection of expensive cars. And - why was she even thinking about this? She was definitely still suffering the effects of last nights partying.
The door opened then, pulling her thoughts from the rich and butlers, and to Hunter, who was stood before her. "Hey." she smiled, stepping through the doorway at his offer. "Hey Jeeves" she waved at the butler, a cheeky smile twitching her lips. Jeeves, who probably wasn't even called Jeeves, gave her a bemused smile and nodded his head at her briefly. "It's fine." she said, turning her attention back to Hunter. "I needed to get out anyway." Hunter gave her a knowing smile and she knew that he could tell what she'd been up to last night. She must have looked pretty out of it, hell she still felt pretty out of it. "I'd be better if I had some food in me." she grinned, knowing that he'd take the hint. It wasn't often that Ridley came round to his place and didn't have something to eat. "Pizza? My treat?" she raised her eyebrows at him, wondering briefly if he'd already eaten or not. If he hadn't then that was fine and if he had then that was fine too, she could easily demolish an entire pizza on her own.
"And then we can get down to business" she wriggled her eyebrows then, as if suggesting that she'd come to see him for something else other than talking. They'd been friends for a good while now but teasing Hunter was habit.
OUTFIT -HERE
NOTES - yes, ridley just used a whole paragraph thinking about the butler xD
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