a very tuesday afternoon

[NOVEMBER STARR]

I should tell you I'm disaster
I forget how to begin it

Though November had so far been successful at stifling her yawning, persistence won out in its favor. Her mouth opened wide before she promptly covered it and tried to keep from making any obnoxious noises. In order to keep her nerves down, she'd gone hunting for a new web-series the night before, and had discovered the amazing "California On..." videos. She'd spent most of the night laughing, but the humor had allowed her to get five hours of sleep instead of one and a half with the waking hours spent worrying.

Now, she'd gotten plenty of worried hours out of the way before going youtube hunting, and the next morning. It was the first time in years that she'd noted the permanent dark circles under her eyes with concern. Concern was, of course, a very acceptable reaction for today. It wasn't exactly every day a girl went out on her first date. Well, the first one where she actually liked the person who had asked. She really, really liked Tuesday Davenport. She'd only recently admitted to herself that she loved him... And she wasn't exactly sure what to do about it. After all, she'd admitted it to HIM in the middle of a sobbing self-pity fest in the middle of a dance in the gym.

But he loves me back...

A blush creeped its way onto Nov's cheeks once again, and she shook her head and glanced at the door once again. A few minutes ago she'd had a small text conversation with her date regarding the location they'd decided on. She'd laughed out loud, a rare and sudden burst of energy that caused the occupants of surrounding tables to glance curiously in her direction only to dismiss it as another teenager on her phone. She somehow hadn't expected him to forget location. She should've known that Tuesday Davenport wouldn't be the most serious person about this kind of thing. It was part of why she...

Pressing her cold hands to her heated cheeks, she ran her fingers through her hair and pressed down the dress to her legs once more. She'd gone through this routine countless times in the waiting period, and it was always followed by the nervous wringing of her hands under the table before she reached up to take a sip of water. There was only one worry regarding his apparent nonchalance. He was obviously used to this kind of thing. What if... she didn't really measure up to his usual expectations? He was already far beyond hers... What if she loved him more than he loved her? What if that was just something guys said...

Shaking her head again, November hit her cheeks. That wasn't the kind of thing she should've be thinking, not at all. Not before a date. She should've been looking forward to a fun time, and glancing again for that wonderful person to come through the door, not for doubt in herself. Obeying her thoughts, she looked again quickly as the door opened, the hair on her neck standing up. Nope, an old couple and a younger person behind them she couldn't see.

At the weird sensation of an anxious blush warming up her shoulders, Nov shrugged off her cardigan and tried not to let anxiety spread at the exposure her flimsy "sleeves" offered. She'd never worried this much about her appearance in her life, not even for interviews... Then again, she'd never gone on a date with Tuesday Davenport before.

Let's just make this part go faster

WORDS! 580
TAGGED! Tuuuuesday
OUTFIT! cutie actually tried~
LYRICS! i should tell you, rent obc
NOTES! viva, la vie.
CREDIT! well it was some chick on caution but her graphics are deleted so now it's me.

[TUESDAY DAVENPORT]

Tuesday could not for the life of him remember where exactly he was supposed to be meeting this girl. It had been some verb, followed by some animal. Meandering, right? No, no, it was…wandering. It was definitely wandering. Wandering…

After about ten minutes of walking aimlessly through the area around Baum, he tapped a random walking dude on the shoulder. ”Uh, hey, yo, man.” The dude turned around, and Tuesday instantly regretted tapping him. His face was all scrunched up and glare-y, as if Tuesday were the only thing standing between this dude and like, wherever he was trying to go. ”I’m looking for a restaurant called the Wandering…uh, wandering something. I feel like it might be duck. Oh, or cardinal? No, not cardinal. But some kind of bird, I think.”

The dude grunted, jabbing a finger to Tuesday’s left. Tuesday like, bowed his head or something, because he was super classy, and scurried in the direction. After more wanderings and a few instances of accidentally walking into places that were totally not at all restaurants, he managed to get himself to the Wandering Goose.

He walked awkwardly through the rows of tables until he found the one that November was sitting at. Waving, he sat down, quickly running through how this was going to work in his head. Okay. So he and November had gotten a little antsy last night. Actually, that was a lie. He had gotten really antsy. And by antsy he meant stupidly angry at absolutely nothing. And then they had danced. Which was weird. Okay, not weird. Like, people danced all the time, that was normal. But weird for them. Well, him. He wasn’t sure if it was weird for November or not. But what did dancing mean? Nothing, right? And then that whole pantry thing had happened, with that Tate girl, and then…well, he’d thought about November. But with Tate. So what did that mean? What did any of this mean? He supposed this was the day to find out.

Except that he probably wouldn’t. Because he was always really stupid when he tried to understand these kinds of things.

”Uh, hey November.” He tried to grin, but it probably came off as more of a grimace. God, he was getting less and less hungry with every second. ”What’s, uh, cooking?” He laughed a little bit. ”Get it, cause, you know, restaurant, cooks…never mind.” Great, off to a wonderful start already.

Words:407 /Status: fin/Tags: November /Outfit:http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50387396/
Lyrics: Three County Highway-Indigo Girls/Template by Monica. DON’T BE STEALIN’, YA HEAR?
Notez:I'm just totally making stuff up about what happened at the dance, I can change whatever you want me to.

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[NOVEMBER STARR]

I should tell you I'm disaster
I forget how to begin it

November wasn't quite sure if she'd imagined her bubbly waitress looking at her more than necessary. The woman had introduced herself as Daisy, with a bubblegum-pink smile as fake as her basically orange tan and DD cups. This was New York City and it was Winter. She was allowed to be pale, but apparently she'd missed that memo and now looked like a bimbo. But that bimbo was staring at her, usually with a sad, pitying expression which told Nov that the woman was thinking she'd been stood up. This definitely didn't help November's already anxious mind, which had been trying to avoid that conclusion since morning. She knew she'd arrived early, and since Tuesday had texted her and asked for the location it seemed expected that he'd be running a little late. He hadn't texted her back, so she wasn't entirely sure he'd gotten it, but Tuesday was smart so he would undoubtedly figure it out. So it was fine, right? Right... Right?

But with everything that had happened at the dance, she wouldn't be surprised if she'd completely scared him off. She'd been such a wreck that night... She still was, but she'd managed to pull it together and even have a decent 5-hour sleep the night before instead of 30 minutes of actual sleep and the rest a daze. She was still crashed, but no longer burning. That had to count for something, right? Seeing Tuesday again after so long spent avoiding him with her guilt brought it all back to the surface, and she hadn't expected it, so she couldn't have been expected to handle the tidal wave of pain and self-blame. Not in her mind or anyone else's. And then there was that chat, with Victoria and Tuesday. She'd forced herself to be painfully oblivious to the awkwardness between them and herself. It was weird, but she was trying not to think about it. Unfortunately, Mr. Quarterback hadn't made it easy. She'd been genuinely happy and curious to know how she'd missed her roommate and sort of kind of boyfriend meeting. Not that he really was... Was he? She wanted him to be, but she wasn't sure he knew that... She'd told him she loved him, but she knew how he could be, and he was pretty wound up. She couldn't really get that image of him yelling with a jagged piece of railing in his hand. Had he always been that strong? He was angry, but so, so sad...

November was brought out of her thoughts rather suddenly as someone sat down in front of her. Her hand suddenly jerked back from the glass of water she hadn't even noticed she'd been gripping so hard her fingers had lost most of their feeling. Seeing it wobble, her hands shot straight back to steady it with a small clattering noise. She finally looked up and instantly straightened back up upon seeing Tuesday. But then, who else would it be? She rubbed the back of her neck and her shoulders which were feeling increasingly bare before blowing on her hands and sticking them under the table and her cardigan on her lap awkwardly, trying to get the clammy, cold feeling off of them. Damn nerves.

”Uh, hey November.”
”What’s, uh, cooking?”
”Get it, cause, you know, restaurant, cooks…never mind.”

November chuckled at his little pun, a small shiver going up her spine at his own little laugh. It wasn't the best for a Tuesday joke, but as she inwardly studied his perfect little grin, she noted it looked just as nervous as she felt. That usually made it worse, but now it was making her feel loads better to know she wasn't the only passenger on this awkward boat. "No, no, it was funny, Tuesday. I laughed," she assured him, laughing even more despite herself at how quickly he gave up. "And hey,"

[/color] she quickly added with her own little smile. "How've you been? Well, I mean, not that it's been too long, but how are you?"[/color]

It was then that Daisy the DD Duper decided to make an appearance.

"Oh look, what a precious thing he is! We've been waiting for you, mister."

We? Mister? Before Nov could open her mouth to protest, she was taking his drink order and Nov simply shook her head and put her still icy hands under her legs, and was suddenly made aware that these were bare as well. She had really not prepared well for her nervous mind. She wasn't used to having this much skin showing, and though this seemed like a good opportunity for it, she'd forgotten how nervous she would be. Of course, she probably would've kicked herself if she hadn't dressed up a little. And besides, he probably wouldn't notice anything was different until she stood up and there weren't jeans under her.

November squirmed once more and Daisy seemed to take the hint and left to actually get the drink. 'Please take a long time. Or trip,' Nov thought, not without bitterness. "Anyways,"[/color] she said, her laugh coming out shakier this time. "How are you, Tuesday?" [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

Let's just make this part go faster

WORDS!
TAGGED! Tuuuuesday
OUTFIT! cutie actually tried~
LYRICS! i should tell you, rent obc
NOTES! awkwardpostisawkward
CREDIT! well it was some chick on caution but her graphics are deleted so now it's me.

[TUESDAY DAVENPORT]

He wasn’t going to show her how broken he felt. And it wasn’t that he like…was broken, or anything. Not in a way that couldn’t be fixed. Because as the days since the accident had passed, the guilt had been getting better, kind of, like an ache from a stubbed toe or something, except no, that wasn’t right, because a stubbed toe probably wouldn’t hurt anymore, after all this time. And the guilt still hurt. But it would stop hurting soon, right? Anyways, regardless of whatever was going on inside his weird, dumb head, he couldn’t show her.

He’d broken down in front of too many people. First Thursday, then November, then Victoria, then Pig, then that Tate girl, and he wasn’t going to break down here. This wasn’t a support group like that one stupid not funny show on NBC with the guy with the really annoying hair that had always been advertised after the summer Olympics. He was done being weak and helpless in front of people who he needed to like, actually make a lasting impression on. And cards on the table, he like, cared a lot what November thought of him. She already thought he was a weepy little pussy. He needed to show her the real him.

Or like, the usual him. Or whatever. But he needed to be himself.

"No, no, it was funny, Tuesday. I laughed.”

”Didja now?” He winked, grinning and folding his hands behind his head. ”Well, I got plenty. Here till Thursday. Oh wait…” He checked his phone quickly. ”Today’s Thursday, isn’t it? Uh, next Thursday, I mean. Yeah.” He shrugged sheepishly, sipping his water.

"And hey," she quickly added with her own little smile. "How've you been? Well, I mean, not that it's been too long, but how are you?"

He shrugged again, remembering the promise he’d made to himself. ”Better with every second. Time, uh, what does it do?” He snapped his fingers. ”Heals all wounds. That’s what it does. As they say.” He hoped he’d made his bullshit sound genuine enough that she couldn’t see through it. The guilt was getting better. Sort of. Ish. ”And it’s nice to have…places. Like this. To take your mind off of things, you know?” He was struck with the urge to wink again, but decided against it. That would probably be too…well, whatever. Something like that. ”But yeah. How’re, uh, you?”

"Oh look, what a precious thing he is! We've been waiting for you, mister."

”Waiting for me, eh?” He fluttered his eyelashes in mock flattery. ”Well, I dearly hope I don’t disappoint you lovely ladies.” He grinned, tossing his hair from his forehead.

Words:444 /Status: fin/Tags: November /Outfit:http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50387396/
Lyrics: Three County Highway-Indigo Girls/Template by Monica. DON’T BE STEALIN’, YA HEAR?
Notez:Late post is late

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[NOVEMBER STARR]

I should tell you I'm disaster
I forget how to begin it

She was being way too awkward right now, she could tell. They both were, but she was probably causing it. Her conversations with Tuesday hadn't been this awkward before. Well, that was a lie, last night had been ridiculously awkward, but they'd also both completely broken down a bit, so at least it hadn't felt hard to even speak.

Now she had some kind of lump in her throat that she couldn't swallow, even when she took a long drink of water. It made every word feel thick, but her every nerve was thin and hypersensitive. Legs brush under the table and the blood rushes straight to her cheeks. She wasn't supposed to be this altered by anyone. She was the intellectual, the stoic, ever-the-professional, sarcastic, smartass bitch who could beat your argument inside out and sideways from every possible angle, and on the flip side the girl who would steal a busted laptop and fix it within a week, or go out and beat the shit out of an abandoned building with a spiked bat, or spend hours watching youtube or surfing tumblr. She was a lot of things, but one thing she was always supposed to have was a level of composure, even when she was letting loose. She wasn't supposed to be flustered or nervous ever. Obviously she was not what she was supposed to be.

Maybe it was Tuesday that made her lose everything she defined herself as and discover someone entirely new and raw. God, it scared her shitless.

”Didja now?” He winked, grinning and folding his hands behind his head. ”Well, I got plenty. Here till Thursday. Oh wait…” He checked his phone quickly. ”Today’s Thursday, isn’t it? Uh, next Thursday, I mean. Yeah.”

Nov smirked and rolled her eyes at his small ramble, not suppressing a chuckle at his discovery that today was Thursday. "Nice try." she teased, smirk spreading into a full-on grin.

As she again sat through his awkward speech pattern, she wondered how she'd fallen for such an adorable dork. Biting her lip, she nodded at his words. They'd both been a bit on edge for a while... A bit was such an understatement. "Yeah, I get you, though. You're right, I mean. Sometimes, for the time thing. I dunno, sometimes things just suck," her smile faltered for a second. Why was she bringing this kind of feeling up? Here he was saying how okay he was... Then again, she kind of already knew that was a lie, if last night was any evidence at all. "Well, I'm okay, I guess. Better, y'know. It's getting better," she agreed, despite her thoughts on the matter. "I got more sleep than usual last night. That's a good sign, right?"

[/color] she added with a smile that looked a bit more like a slightly happy grimace.

November put a hand to her forehead and sank in her seat as Daisy talked and looked up at Tuesday with a real grimace now, her cheeks blazing. Making a small face at Tuesday after Daisy left with a smile, she reached over and swatted at his arm before folding hers on the table and burying her face in them. "I barely even talked to her. I just told her I was waiting for someone and wanted a water,"[/color] November groaned, pulling herself up to rest her elbows on the table and her face in her fists. "I think she thought I was being stood up 'cause I got here early. Like, can you not? I can feel sorry for myself, thanks,"[/color] she continued with a sigh.

"But yeah, sorry about that. And the awkward. All of the awkward, not just oompa loompa's. Probably shouldn't say that too loud if I want my food spit-free, actually,"[/color] she rambled, silently thanking bimbo waitresses trying to be caretakers everywhere for somehow loosening her lips. Sitting up again, she sat back with a much easier smile. "So anyways, what do you want?"[/color]
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Let's just make this part go faster

WORDS!
TAGGED! Tuuuuesday
OUTFIT! cutie actually tried~
LYRICS! i should tell you, rent obc
NOTES! awkwardpostisawkward
CREDIT! well it was some chick on caution but her graphics are deleted so now it's me.

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