RP: Late night visitor
Date: December 26, 2011
Characters: Miranda Jackson, Davis Frazier (NPC)
Location: Miranda’s Apartment
Status: Private
Summary: Miranda gets ambushed.
Completion: Complete
Miranda had settled in, trying her best to enjoy that last few hours before she was back to a regular work schedule. She had curled on the couch with a book, her phone rested on the coffee table. Far enough away to not be a distraction, but near enough that she could reach it if someone needed to get in contact with her.
Christmas Eve and Christmas had been surprisingly refreshing. She had ended up spending the latter in her apartment catching up on reading. Pointedly ignoring Davis’ repeated messages to come to the Frazier family Christmas. She knew he had only been doing it because his Aunt Jane was getting unbearable and he wanted Miranda to play interference. He’d given up after twelve text messages and a handful of voice mails, finally getting the message that Miranda wasn’t willing to distract his family, since he was an adult and more than capable of handling them by himself.
She did feel badly that she’d missed an opportunity to see him, though apparently he would be in Texas until Friday. So she would just need to make sure she left some time in her schedule to visit him before he returned to California. Make up for leaving him by himself on Christmas; even if she didn’t feel at all bad about doing that.
Miranda shifted on the couch, glancing over the top of her book when her phone began to buzz; laughing to herself when the screen read ‘Davis’ what a coincidence she thought as she picked it up, surprised when his greeting was, “Let me in.” and not, ‘hi, how are you?’ or something along those lines.
“It’s late Davis,” Miranda replied, “I have work in the morning.”
“C’mon Miranda, I brought your Christmas gift, the least you could do is let me in for a little while. Haven’t you missed me at all?” And she could hear the wheedling undertone in his voice. There was no way he was going away until she’d let him in.
“Fine,” She responded, sighing for Davis’ benefit as she buzzed him in, “But you are not going to stay past midnight.” She waited in the front hall for him, wondering to herself why she always caved when it came to Davis. It wasn’t like he couldn’t do this over lunch tomorrow or dinner, or any other time before nine PM.
Davis’ pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, lifting her off the floor a little when she opened the door for him, and she would admit she’d missed these types of greeting. Even if she thought her ribs would be bruised tomorrow.
“Merry belated Christmas, Blondie.” He greeted and kissed her cheek, before setting her back on her feet, “And don’t worry, I forgive you for leaving me to the wolves yesterday.”
“Don’t call me that.” Miranda chastised, closing the door after he stepped into her apartment, “You know better than to think I’ll think that’s cute.” Though her warning lost some effect since she was smiling wider than she had in a while.
Davis gave her a ‘who me?’ expression, which morphed into a grin that made his dimples show. Which only made her think that she really should be immune to any man with dimples; which sent her mind to places she really didn’t need to be going. Not with her best friend standing in her front hall.
“So, how was the family Christmas?” He asked kicking off his shoes and handing over the wrapped box he’d brought in with him, “No fireworks?”
Miranda shook her head, rattling the box absently to see if it made noise. “No fireworks.” She confirmed, “It was… nice. My niece spent it with us.” Which had been something new, and she thought it had helped a little with the tension that could’ve developed. Even if Daddy and Mona were trying to be better. “You survived your Aunt Jane?”
“No thanks to you, you cruel, heartless woman.” Davis gave her puppy eyes as he sprawled in a corner of the couch, pulling Miranda down with him when she made to move past and occupy the other corner. “Don’t know why my mama thinks I should wise up and marry you, you’d only break my heart.” She huffed an annoyed noise when he scraped his chin against her cheek.
“Don’t tell me she’s still on that whole marrying us off kick?” Miranda wiggled out of Davis’ grasp and slid over to the other end of the couch, “She really should know by now that that is never going to happen. Not unless you were the last man on earth.” Which said nothing about Davis as a person, there just wasn’t any way Miranda would marry him. Too much history, not enough chemistry.
“Ouch!” He feigned hurt and clutched at his chest, “Might be easier to break it to her if I could tell her you found someone.” And lord, did she hate that smirk.
“Wouldn’t it be easier if you told her you found someone?”
“Nah, easier to tell her you have.”
“Well, I’m so sorry my non-existent love life just isn’t cooperating then.” She said dryly, occupying her attention with the gift he’d brought.
“What about your Good Samaritan?”
Oh, Audrey had a big mouth. Miranda knew she never should have introduced Davis to her college roommate; it had only gotten her into trouble so far. She only hoped her cheeks hadn’t gone pink. Davis would get too much mileage out of that. And she had really thought she’d been safe in relaying her roadside misadventure to Audrey.
“What was it Audrey was calling him… Dimples?” Miranda grimaced and gave Davis a look that clearly read, ‘cut it out’.
“Can we not do this? I don’t tease you about the women you meet,” Miranda said and sighed deeply. She should have known better than to think Davis would never hear about the whole thing if she didn’t say anything to him.
“Nope, I’m allowed to get as much mileage out of this as I want.”
“Davis,” She warned, her voice getting a bit of an edge to it, “I didn’t tell you for this exact reason! You’ve always given me the worst time of things.” She set the box on the coffee table beside her phone and folded her arms. “Also, there isn’t a story to tell. He stopped to help me with a tire, nothing else. It’s not even like he asked for my number or anything like that.”
“Did you want him to ask for your number?” Davis asked and tugged at her ankle.
“No,” She replied, though she didn’t sound as sure as she thought she would. “I’m not desperate. I’m also not looking for a romance,” She continued and gave Davis a serious look, “You know that.”
“Yeah, yeah. Independent woman and all that, I know.” He replied and let the subject drop surprisingly easy. She followed his foot when it moved to nudge the gift-wrapped box she’d set down, “Open this.” He commanded with a smile.
“Bossy.” Miranda murmured with a small laugh as she picked the box back up, turning it over in her hands a few times, sliding her thumb beneath the seam of the paper carefully and breaking the seal of the tape. If she was lucky it would be a serious gift, if she was unlucky it would be something like a small NERF gun. She never quite knew with Davis.
“So, Audrey said something about some kid named Ezra too,”
Miranda laughed as she set the paper aside and worked to get the box open. “Do I need to be concerned about how much you and Audrey are talking?” She teased and slid her gaze sideways, “Ezra is just a friend.”
“Oh! You’re making friends now?”
Miranda slapped his leg lightly and gave him a scowl. “Watch it Frazier.” She warned as she pulled tissue paper out of the top of the box, “You’ll make me start to wish you’d stay in California permanently.”
Davis laughed. “You miss me, admit it!” He crowed with a grin, “Or maybe not, since you’ve been making friends and all.”
“Of course I have,” Miranda replied evenly as she pulled out a soft, gray infinity scarf from the box, “No one else manages to get under my skin like you.” She scooted over to give him a quick hug and a kiss. “Thank you, this is lovely.” She set the scarf on the coffee table and stood.
“I have something for you also. Wait here.”
“Were you behind schedule this year or something? Usually your Christmas gifts are sent out in August.” He said to her retreating back.
“Don’t try me, I’ll just re-gift it to someone else.”
Characters: Miranda Jackson, Davis Frazier (NPC)
Location: Miranda’s Apartment
Status: Private
Summary: Miranda gets ambushed.
Completion: Complete
Miranda had settled in, trying her best to enjoy that last few hours before she was back to a regular work schedule. She had curled on the couch with a book, her phone rested on the coffee table. Far enough away to not be a distraction, but near enough that she could reach it if someone needed to get in contact with her.
Christmas Eve and Christmas had been surprisingly refreshing. She had ended up spending the latter in her apartment catching up on reading. Pointedly ignoring Davis’ repeated messages to come to the Frazier family Christmas. She knew he had only been doing it because his Aunt Jane was getting unbearable and he wanted Miranda to play interference. He’d given up after twelve text messages and a handful of voice mails, finally getting the message that Miranda wasn’t willing to distract his family, since he was an adult and more than capable of handling them by himself.
She did feel badly that she’d missed an opportunity to see him, though apparently he would be in Texas until Friday. So she would just need to make sure she left some time in her schedule to visit him before he returned to California. Make up for leaving him by himself on Christmas; even if she didn’t feel at all bad about doing that.
Miranda shifted on the couch, glancing over the top of her book when her phone began to buzz; laughing to herself when the screen read ‘Davis’ what a coincidence she thought as she picked it up, surprised when his greeting was, “Let me in.” and not, ‘hi, how are you?’ or something along those lines.
“It’s late Davis,” Miranda replied, “I have work in the morning.”
“C’mon Miranda, I brought your Christmas gift, the least you could do is let me in for a little while. Haven’t you missed me at all?” And she could hear the wheedling undertone in his voice. There was no way he was going away until she’d let him in.
“Fine,” She responded, sighing for Davis’ benefit as she buzzed him in, “But you are not going to stay past midnight.” She waited in the front hall for him, wondering to herself why she always caved when it came to Davis. It wasn’t like he couldn’t do this over lunch tomorrow or dinner, or any other time before nine PM.
Davis’ pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, lifting her off the floor a little when she opened the door for him, and she would admit she’d missed these types of greeting. Even if she thought her ribs would be bruised tomorrow.
“Merry belated Christmas, Blondie.” He greeted and kissed her cheek, before setting her back on her feet, “And don’t worry, I forgive you for leaving me to the wolves yesterday.”
“Don’t call me that.” Miranda chastised, closing the door after he stepped into her apartment, “You know better than to think I’ll think that’s cute.” Though her warning lost some effect since she was smiling wider than she had in a while.
Davis gave her a ‘who me?’ expression, which morphed into a grin that made his dimples show. Which only made her think that she really should be immune to any man with dimples; which sent her mind to places she really didn’t need to be going. Not with her best friend standing in her front hall.
“So, how was the family Christmas?” He asked kicking off his shoes and handing over the wrapped box he’d brought in with him, “No fireworks?”
Miranda shook her head, rattling the box absently to see if it made noise. “No fireworks.” She confirmed, “It was… nice. My niece spent it with us.” Which had been something new, and she thought it had helped a little with the tension that could’ve developed. Even if Daddy and Mona were trying to be better. “You survived your Aunt Jane?”
“No thanks to you, you cruel, heartless woman.” Davis gave her puppy eyes as he sprawled in a corner of the couch, pulling Miranda down with him when she made to move past and occupy the other corner. “Don’t know why my mama thinks I should wise up and marry you, you’d only break my heart.” She huffed an annoyed noise when he scraped his chin against her cheek.
“Don’t tell me she’s still on that whole marrying us off kick?” Miranda wiggled out of Davis’ grasp and slid over to the other end of the couch, “She really should know by now that that is never going to happen. Not unless you were the last man on earth.” Which said nothing about Davis as a person, there just wasn’t any way Miranda would marry him. Too much history, not enough chemistry.
“Ouch!” He feigned hurt and clutched at his chest, “Might be easier to break it to her if I could tell her you found someone.” And lord, did she hate that smirk.
“Wouldn’t it be easier if you told her you found someone?”
“Nah, easier to tell her you have.”
“Well, I’m so sorry my non-existent love life just isn’t cooperating then.” She said dryly, occupying her attention with the gift he’d brought.
“What about your Good Samaritan?”
Oh, Audrey had a big mouth. Miranda knew she never should have introduced Davis to her college roommate; it had only gotten her into trouble so far. She only hoped her cheeks hadn’t gone pink. Davis would get too much mileage out of that. And she had really thought she’d been safe in relaying her roadside misadventure to Audrey.
“What was it Audrey was calling him… Dimples?” Miranda grimaced and gave Davis a look that clearly read, ‘cut it out’.
“Can we not do this? I don’t tease you about the women you meet,” Miranda said and sighed deeply. She should have known better than to think Davis would never hear about the whole thing if she didn’t say anything to him.
“Nope, I’m allowed to get as much mileage out of this as I want.”
“Davis,” She warned, her voice getting a bit of an edge to it, “I didn’t tell you for this exact reason! You’ve always given me the worst time of things.” She set the box on the coffee table beside her phone and folded her arms. “Also, there isn’t a story to tell. He stopped to help me with a tire, nothing else. It’s not even like he asked for my number or anything like that.”
“Did you want him to ask for your number?” Davis asked and tugged at her ankle.
“No,” She replied, though she didn’t sound as sure as she thought she would. “I’m not desperate. I’m also not looking for a romance,” She continued and gave Davis a serious look, “You know that.”
“Yeah, yeah. Independent woman and all that, I know.” He replied and let the subject drop surprisingly easy. She followed his foot when it moved to nudge the gift-wrapped box she’d set down, “Open this.” He commanded with a smile.
“Bossy.” Miranda murmured with a small laugh as she picked the box back up, turning it over in her hands a few times, sliding her thumb beneath the seam of the paper carefully and breaking the seal of the tape. If she was lucky it would be a serious gift, if she was unlucky it would be something like a small NERF gun. She never quite knew with Davis.
“So, Audrey said something about some kid named Ezra too,”
Miranda laughed as she set the paper aside and worked to get the box open. “Do I need to be concerned about how much you and Audrey are talking?” She teased and slid her gaze sideways, “Ezra is just a friend.”
“Oh! You’re making friends now?”
Miranda slapped his leg lightly and gave him a scowl. “Watch it Frazier.” She warned as she pulled tissue paper out of the top of the box, “You’ll make me start to wish you’d stay in California permanently.”
Davis laughed. “You miss me, admit it!” He crowed with a grin, “Or maybe not, since you’ve been making friends and all.”
“Of course I have,” Miranda replied evenly as she pulled out a soft, gray infinity scarf from the box, “No one else manages to get under my skin like you.” She scooted over to give him a quick hug and a kiss. “Thank you, this is lovely.” She set the scarf on the coffee table and stood.
“I have something for you also. Wait here.”
“Were you behind schedule this year or something? Usually your Christmas gifts are sent out in August.” He said to her retreating back.
“Don’t try me, I’ll just re-gift it to someone else.”