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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 21:41:26 GMT -5
"That's nice. I know she really enjoys that class. I wish I could've taken it when I went to school. But we didn't have any classes like that. We just had a bunch of basic classes." Her father nodded, then looked over at her mother, who smiled back. Dusty spied a plane and pointed to it.
"Don't touch the windows, Dusty." Her mother said.
"Sorry, mum." She said, wiping it away with the tissue she held in her hand. She watched it go, then looked over at Oliver. "It looks like I'm not the one who talks funny for once." She said with a smile, reaching over to pat his hand before folding her hands back in her lap.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 21:47:04 GMT -5
"That's unfortunately. I like that they've expanded classes considerably, in that case." Despite his age, it was notable that Oliver didn't have much of a problem talking with adults.
When Dusty pointed to an airplane in the sky, Oliver's eyes went a bit cloudy as he went into another daydream about flying, once again from the perspective of the pilot himself. He had a smile on his face, though once again was drawn back to reality when he felt Dusty's hand patting his.
"Suppose you're not. Though when you think about it, everyone talks funny to someone else."
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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 21:55:47 GMT -5
She smiled over at him, then watched as they pulled up at a far bigger house than their own. Her father got out first, helping her mother out, then Dusty. Dusty took Oliver's arm, laying her head on his shoulder for a moment.
"You smell really good.." She said, smiling up at him. She straightened up before her father could scold her, and smiled at the people they passed. She saw the boy she dreaded sitting next to a girl. He stood and bowed to her, and she bent a bit at the waist, then pulled Oliver towards their seats. She sat next to him, folding her hands in her lap. Others were standing around and talking, but she figured if she was sitting, the boy wouldn't come bother her.
"It's nice, having you here." She said with a smile, then scooted her chair up a bit. She looked around the room a bit, spying her parents talking to some couple, then pointing over to Dusty. She smiled, nodding her head before looking back at Oliver.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 22:03:21 GMT -5
Oliver didn't feel right about Dusty having to get out first. It felt somehow more proper to follow in her parents' footsteps, and for him to get out first and then help her out. However, that wasn't the way it ended up. He turned a bit pink when she mentioned that he smelled good, though eventually they were up and walking.
When he watched Dusty bow to a boy, he couldn't help but feel a hint of something. Anger? No...why would he be angry at a guy he didn't know? Jealousy?
Oliver took a seat next to Dusty, his entire body looking a bit stiff out of nervousness, but overall not looking too terrible. He dusted off one of the sleeves of his tux and looked over at Dusty. "It's nice being here. It's been a long time since I've gone to one of these events..." Which hinted at the fact that he had been to fancy events like this before...which was apparently the case, judging by the occasion flash he'd get here or there.
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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 22:14:36 GMT -5
"If you've done this before, why are you so nervous?" She asked, reaching over and taking his hand. She pulled their hands into her lap, her other hand resting on his wrist. "It's going to be okay. These things can't end up badly. Unless you knock over the soup." She smiled up at the waiter who poured them both a class of ginger ale.
"Thank you." She said with a smile. Her parents walked over and she let go of his hand, pressing a handkerchief into it.
"There. Just borrow mine." She said with a smile, looking over at her mother and father.
"Dad, where's the wash rooms?" She asked, standing up out of her chair. He pointed across the room and she looked down at Oliver.
"I can't go alone." She said, folding her hands behind her back.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 22:18:34 GMT -5
"Cause it's hard not to think of everything that can go wrong." Oliver admitted, looking down at his tie and straightening it a bit. Apparently when Oliver was nervous he became quite concerned about looking his best.
Oliver smiled as Dusty handed him a handkerchief. "Thank you." He responded. That would almost certainly come in handy. Oliver took a few sips of his ginger ale.
He blinked as Dusty admitted that she couldn't even go to the washroom alone. "Seriously? Doesn't that get a bit annoying?" He wasn't about to ask what popped into his head. How awkward would it be to actually say to a girl 'I could go to the washroom with you'?
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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 22:27:53 GMT -5
"No, I can't." She said seriously. This guy didn't take hints very well. Once they were out of ear shot, she nudged him in the side. "You're supposed to walk me to where I need to go. And besides, I didn't want to walk past John alone.." She wouldn't put it past him for him to just reach out and grab her. She looped her arm around his, staying close to his side.
She opened the door, fixing her hair for a moment before walking back out. "Why are you so nervous, Oliver?" She asked, looking up at him. She realized that everyone had coagulated on the other side of the hall, so she leaned against the wall, wrapping her arms around herself.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 22:36:25 GMT -5
Oliver laughed a little. All of that worrying was apparently for naught. "Well, I was thinking of doing that, but I didn't exactly want to start doing it and have you get offended..." Why was he so nervous? Well, to be honest, he might have done this before, but even then, he was usually around at least a few people he recognized and knew fairly well. In this case, he really only knew Dusty. Still, he smiled as she went so far as to put her arm around his, and certainly didn't mind her staying close to him. In fact, he quite enjoyed it.
It was when Dusty went into the washroom that everything fell apart. The atmosphere that they were currently in, plus the familiar fashions of an old time, resulted in Oliver being pulled into yet another flashback. A flashback that he wasn't so quick to get pulled out of. When Dusty addressed him by name, he looked at her with cloudy, far off eyes. "Who is Oliver?" He asked, with a completely serious expression.
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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 22:50:07 GMT -5
She raised her eyebrow, looking up at him. Was he okay? She waved a hand in front of his face.
"You. You're Oliver. Oliver.. this isn't funny.. You're scaring me.." She said, taking his hands in hers. She looked up at him, wondering why he wasn't responding, why he didn't know his own name. She knew something was wrong, but didn't know how to fix it.
"Oliver, please.." She begged, brushing her fingers over his jaw. She bit her lip, looking up at him worriedly. She took his hand, pulling him out the front door and around the side of the house. She looked up at him, waving her hands in front of his face again.
"Oliver. Stop that this instant!" She said with a stomp of her foot. She took a deep breath and did the only thing she could think of to draw him out of his daze- she put a hand on either side of his face, and pressed her lips to his, praying he would come out of it. She pulled away, stroking his cheek.
"Oliver?"
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 23:03:26 GMT -5
He, of course, wasn't trying to be funny. Instead of thinking that he was at some sort of event with a girl he'd met at school, he was fully caught up in his flashback, believing that he was actually at some sort of event in the early 20th century.
He let himself be taken around the side of the house, although it was unknown to anyone on the outside what he was truly seeing or experiencing, because he clearly wasn't entirely 'there', so to speak.
Once they were around the house, he heard Dusty speak to him once more. His response was perhaps the oddest yet, however...
"I think you have me confused with someone else, miss. My name is Orville Wright...are you the daughter of the king to which I am supposed to be presenting my machine too?" He still had that cloudy look in his eyes.
When Dusty pressed her lips to his, Oliver snapped out of his flashback abruptly. He took a deep breath and looked at Dusty, looking perhaps more nervous than ever. "Perhaps I should go." Of course she'd want an explanation, so Oliver knew he wasn't going to get out of it that easily...
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