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Just call me Arianna Howel : Private Investigator.
Because that is so much cooler than Arianna Howell : Crazy Stalker From HellDenial really is a better thing to use when you don't want to lose your nerve about conning someone into giving you Dan's current class and when he was getting out. And I felt so spiffy in my favorite sunglasses and jeans ( Read more... )
Because that is so much cooler than Arianna Howell : Crazy Stalker From HellDenial really is a better thing to use when you don't want to lose your nerve about conning someone into giving you Dan's current class and when he was getting out. And I felt so spiffy in my favorite sunglasses and jeans ( Read more... )
That's a lot to take in. I remember being in a similiar situation when I brought her back to my apartment. Arianna talked, and talked, and talked. It's cuter now; seeing her all worked up about something, and it feels good to know that I was wrong. I thought she was flirting with me because she was drunk.
Now that I know Arianna likes me when she's sober, I should do something about it. I know that Carly is going to have a problem with this. She's against the idea because we're both family to her. It's understandable, but we're hardly acquaintances to each other. I would talk to Arianna when we were at Sam and Carly's, and I tried not to notice her. She's just hard to miss. Gorgeous, intelligent, and fun. There's not a lot of that anywhere in California. I'd be an idiot to let her get away.
"You talk a lot." I grinned, wondering if she'd hit me for it, or just wish she could. Either way, it wouldn't be the first time I'd gotten a girl mad enough to take a shot at me.
Although the first time, it was a miscommunication. The second; it was Carly.
"I mean, I like hearing what you have to say, but I still have to put in a little effort when I want to keep up."
I'm not helping things any. Arianna was blunt, I can do it too.
"I do like you. I wasn't sure how you felt about me. I haven't forgotten about what you said after Sam's party, but I tried not to think much of it. You were drunk. I figured you didn't mean it."
That was almost easy.
"Since you did..." I turned to place a gentle kiss on her lips. Sure, I would have done more if it wasn't so new, but it's a start. If I did what I wanted to she'd think I was just in it for sex.
That's not the impression I want to make. I like Arianna, and I respect her. Ruining this would be as idiotic as letting it go.
"I've wanted to do that for a while."
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I do? Well, yes, I do, but that's just a me thing. "Yeah, I know, I'm working on that." Don't blush, stupid. Although he is smiling, so that's a good sign. Maybe he's not bothered by the fact you seem to have an issue with shutting up.
That would be a good thing. Good omens and... such.
"I mean, I like hearing what you have to say, but I still have to put in a little effort when I want to keep up."
"You're not the first, and I really don't think you'll be the last." At least he's making the effort to understand, most people tend to skip right over that into not hearing a word I say or just telling me to shut up.
Usually it's Carly telling me to shut up, the rest just sort of ignore me. Which I'm used to.
"I do like you."
He does? He doesn't look like he's lying... he does!
"I wasn't sure how you felt about me. I haven't forgotten about what you said after Sam's party, but I tried not to think much of it. You were drunk. I figured you didn't mean it. Since you did..."
What's he-- Oh. That's nice. Didn't last long enough but... wow. And now it's gone. It'd be depressing if not for the high and slightly buzzy feeling. Better than being drunk, actually.
God I feel goofy right now. Alex would probably be cheering me on though, and telling me to jump him. But I'm not going to do that, because I'm sober and... sort of well behaved.
"I've wanted to do that for a while."
My brain clicked into some kind of auto pilot, next thing I know I'm pulling him over, putting my arms around his neck, and kissing him. Short and/or drunk kissing is getting old in a hell of a hurry.
This feels better. I'm definitely not depressed at all anymore. If he really does like me, I don't think this is digging my own grave all that much.
I did say 'sort of well behaved' after all.
"Had to." I said as soon as I caught my breath a little. "Sorry." No I'm not. I think he knows that I'm not. If he doesn't, he should, but I'm not going to say anything about that.
I saw my watch over his shoulder, and winced. Damn, I was supposed to be waiting for that twit from the bookstore to let me know if I got the job, he might have called already.
"Listen, I've got to run, but..." Don't kiss him again. Move away a little, smile. "You have the number, right? I mean, if you don't, I can call you..." I shrugged. "If you want, I mean."
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What in the world would make Arianna think that I wouldn't want to. I just told her that I'm crazy about her, I was pretty clear on that. The kiss seemed to seal the deal, she kissed me back like she understood.
"I have your number. We'll call each other."
Is it really all that important? I wonder if she'd want to go see a movie later if I asked. She might have other plans though, it's short notice. I could have set up something nice if I had been expecting this.
She just got here, I don't want her to leave yet.
"A lot." I grinned, taking a step forward to kiss her again. And again. I can't help myself this time, I should know better than this but...
She's gorgeous, and she likes me. This is good.
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