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[22 Sep 2011|08:48am] |
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valerie o'conner was a lot of things, she was quirky, happy 90% of the time, bouncy, attention seeking... the usual that you would expect from a girl who died her hair once a month. she was rarely scared, because she was rarely put in the position to be scared - and scary movies didn't do the trick. she was rarely nervous, because she didn't care. and last, she was never impulsive, her hair was as impulsive as she got. she didn't agree to meet someone at a coffee shop (conveniently next to a game stop) who she had never.... well, physically met. but when the conversation brought it up, the surprise and thrill overtook all reasonable thinking. but as soon as she got there, fifteen minutes early, she started to freak herself out. what if this, what if that? what if what if what if he wanted to go back to being internet friends because he thought she was too weird to look at? valerie huffed, and leaned forward with her elbows on the table, fidgeting with her straw in her coffee up. she was wearing a white shirt with a pair of black pants. to her, her hair was usually color enough, and this was the per usual that she dressed in. she refused to pull the girly move to dress up- not that she didn't want to make a good impression, she just didn't want to make the wrong impression. she was there early only because she didn't want to be the one to walk in, she wanted him to see her first, hopefully anyway. "this is crazy," she mumbled to herself before she finally took her eyes off of her coffee, and looked to the door, waiting for logan to walk in, and then glanced around the cafe to make sure he hadn't already walked in.
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