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Post by bi on Aug 16, 2012 15:22:33 GMT -5
Nothing could be heard as Bianca creeped around the back side of the torres home, bare stocking feet danced along the ground quietly. As she reached the lower room where she knew Drew always hung out in, she stood in the doorway. For a moment she simple observed the room, smirking as she caught glimpse of Drew and gently tapped the window. Her shoes had been hanging from one arm, and a bag in that hand. As she waited for Drew to approach the door she took one last glimpse around the grounds, her body was dancing and swaying with anticipation.
School and all that came with it stressed Bianca out, she needed these moments with Drew to make her sane again. She had counted the hours, waiting to sneak over and be with him. As he opened the doorway she leapt into him, throwing her arms around his neck and sighing softly before whispering softly into his ear, "I have missed you" She then lightly kissed his cheek, hands moving slowly through his hair.
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Post by Drew Torres on Aug 18, 2012 14:35:20 GMT -5
This break up with Katie had taken a tole on him, he wasn't quite happy with his actions but he knew Bianca would forgive him. Not using his new found head injuries as an excuse but they seemed to worry her, and his mother as of recently. Light headed and dizzy, forgetful was the past week of his life, he felt less smart, and was debating if he even wanted to stay in school like this. But for now he'd suck it up, he couldn't really imagine what life would be like with out his football, or basketball. It irked him to think too much on the subject. Bianca and he didn't spend much time recently, he figured every time he asked and got denied her studies were more important then the relationship they were working on. This was another reason he wanted to get the job at the mall. Money, and responsibility would impress her correct? Drew looked at the counter, he found himself making a sandwich for missing dinner. His mother wasn't too happy with him coming home late in his concussed state. Drew sighed and puts some mayo on the sub role and walked to the fridge putting the things he used away. He grabbed a red bull and walked down the stairs to the basement.
It was somewhat cold as he sat on his couch taking a bite of his sub, he ate a couple chips and grabbed the remote turning on the television. Drew ate some more before hearing light knocking on the glass and he looked up seeing Bianca, though his cheeks were puffed out with food he smiled and got to his feet, he grabbed his drink taking a sip before walking over sliding the glass door open and to his surprise she was in his arms right away and he held her tight and protective like he always did. "I missed you too, come inside the ground must be freezing." Drew whispered pulling her into the house. He closed the door lightly and walked over to the couch sitting down looking over her, he reached up and pulled her to him so she was now on his lap and he rested his head on her chest looking up. "No homework tonight?" Drew asked, he was being a smart ass of course but he wondered what was so special about tonight that she'd visit him at random. Not so say he wasn't excited about it, but he knew her school work was important to her.
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Post by bi on Sept 1, 2012 21:13:55 GMT -5
Bianca punched him in the arm and spoke in a whisper, "Why, would you prefer me to be little miss Katie?" She rose her eyebrow at him cockily moving along the side of him until she was inside. Placing her shoes right at the door she made her way further into the room, observing it for a moment before taking a seat on the couch that was kept down there. Smirking as she leaned towards him on the couch she spoke again, "I could leave, if that is what you want." She licked her lips ever so softly before speaking again, "Personally, I think its time we get some time together.. I just might miss you!"
Slowly her fingers began to play on his knee, teasingly drawing circles around them as she looked up and into his face, her smirk tugging very nicely on her cherry red lips.
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