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Post by angela on Dec 23, 2009 21:36:04 GMT -5
It was rather discouraging to know that not only was her baby sister more of a freak of nature than she thought, but to know that she could still maintain a relationship. Not that Angela was envious of her sister Alexandria, she was more so annoyed. After all, Lexi had spent the majority of her teen years going to parties and not trying hard at all. It was like she was handed everything in life. Of course, Angela would never complain out loud, considering Lexi was not only her sister but as well her best friend. But it was annoying when your little sister was beautiful, immortal, had a beautiful baby girl, and had a freaking gorgeous boyfriend. Though, to be fair, Angela also knew that she went through a hell of a lot to get there, but regardless, it sucked. No offense to Lexi, but Angela would probably be the better mother anyways. She always babysat for Penny, despite the fact that her sister was supposed to be mothering her. It seemed like Angela was more like a second mother than an aunt to the little hybrid baby. Not that she minded, she just wished that her sister would take more responsibility for her actions.
Angela sighed and looked at her reflection in the stainless steel mixing bowl. Her features were distorted, her body askew. Her blue eyes seemed to stretch on vastly, while her hair stretched to odd ends. Her hips were giving more curve than the normal, while her boobs seemed to expand greatly. It was slightly terrifying to see herself with such odd proportions, but she pushed that thought to the back of her mind. Maybe one day she would be distorted and skewed, though not as much as what she saw in the mixing bowl. But one day, one day she was certain that it was going to happen. She was not immortal like her sister. She had to be careful, she had to watch her every move in order to stay safe. She couldn’t just go out wandering, she couldn’t talk to random people. She almost felt trapped in a way. She was trapped in humanity. Not that she wanted to be a vampire. No, that existence did not please her very much. She loved food far too much to take it away from her. Then she would really have no point in being around, and she’d be clueless as to what to do with her life. Regardless, it was a stupid feeling, that feeling of being trapped inside a box for her own safety. She wanted to be safe from harm, with the added horror of having to take the life from humans. That would be nice. Impossible, but nice.
Suddenly she felt the need to distract herself. She had to be getting to work anyways. That very same bowl she had been staring into she took and filled with thick, delicious cream. She hummed to herself as she sprinkled in a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg, as well as some vanilla bean extract. Those miniscule amounts of ingredients wafted up to her nose and created an explosion of deliciousness, despite the fact that it hadn’t even been mixed yet. She briefly stirred it before attaching the bowl to the mixer, then turned it on so that the cream would froth up into a nice, thick whipped cream. Angela was left with the daunting task of opening the bakery for the day. She didn’t mind much, weekday mornings were usually fairly slow. It was bright and early and she had been baking the morning usuals for awhile; bagels, tea biscuits, cookies, those sorts of things. Now it was time for the fun stuff. She made sure the little bell was out in plain view in case someone came in, that way they could ring her. When she baked, she had a tendency to go off into her own little world. She was good for focus when it came to something she actually liked, but that also meant that sometimes she forgot to check to see if there were people there.
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Post by steviedrako on Dec 23, 2009 23:36:50 GMT -5
Ash was extremely hungry and wanted to go somewhere he'd never been before in town. (Like me cause I'm super hungry. Ha.) He decided he'd drive into town and look for any good places to eat at. Since he was a very hungry werewolf all of the time. He glanced at his clock in his room. It was almost noonish so he hurried and got some clothes on quickly before he left his room. He rushed to his bathroom to make sure he looked alright for the day. Since well he was a single man. Delancey and him weren't anything now. It really had pissed him off that he had wasted his time with her. He had thought he had imprinted on the girl but he hadn't. He had just fell for her and felt like a complete idiot for them not being anything now. Well, it wasn't really his fault and he wasn't one to wait for a girl to make their damn mind up. He sighed a little as he rushed downstairs and grabbed his coat along with putting his boots on. He grabbed his wallet along with his car keys as well. He had a hot red mustang. Oh, the ladies would purr over it too. He used to be a manwhore but now he had a different outlook on life. He wanted to find a girl to maybe settle down with. He didn't want anymore random one night stands. That was all in his past now. He had tried his luck with women for so long now that he had forgot what it was like to actually care about someone.
Ash had started his lovely car and started driving out of his driveway. It was extremely lonely living alone but he did it. Most of the time he went to his parent for dinner or just to visit. They were always worrying about him and worried that he'd never find his imprint. They thought he would have found her by now but they knew their son's ways before. So, they were hoping he'd get it right this time around. Ash was going to try to make them proud of him when he'd find that right woman for him to settle down with. Not saying he was going to rush things with the next girl he fancied because he didn't want to scare her away. That'd be the last thing he'd want to do. He sighed again as he put on some metal and sang along. He had came to town in no time. He put on his jacket before getting out and locked his car up. Everyone knew him in town because he'd at least fixed everyone's car once or twice. So, whenever they needed something done to their car they knew who to come to. Plus, Ash wasn't one to bug someone for paying him back either. He knew money was hard to come by these days. That was something that was good about him. He was generous and kind to most people. But to the others he knew to just keep his mouth quiet.
He had started walking up and down the streets of town. Looking at each place to eat. And then he had found a place that had grabbed his attention. It had looked like no one was working but they were probably in the back. So, he let himself into the bakery place. He let the delicious smells intoxicate him while he looked at all the yummy pastries and other sweet foods. His stomach started to talk as he let out a quiet laugh. It was so hard for him to decide what he wanted. God, being indecisive was a bitch sometimes. He looked at each item at least ten times by now. He had finally decided on what he was going to get now. Ash saw the little bell on the counter and he rang it. As soon as he did he got a big whiff of vampire. He nearly choked on his own breath. God, that was the worst smell to him. He knew the girl wasn't a vampire so she must have knew someone close that was. He smiled as much as he could while having that disgusting scent fill his nostrils.
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Post by angela on Dec 23, 2009 23:50:42 GMT -5
For a brief moment Angela smiled to herself as the cream whipped. She remembered something from culinary school. It was her first time working with cream and it was going pretty well. She hadn’t thought working with something so basic would be so hard, but apparently for some people, it was extremely hard indeed. She didn’t know that was possible, but it was. His name was Greg and he so happened to only be taking the course because his ex-girlfriend was taking it. He thought by doing the same thing and proving to her that he could actually do something with his life, he’d win her back. Unfortunately for Greg, his skills did not lie in the realm of cooking. When he tried to whip his cream, it somehow ended up not only on himself, the ceiling, and the counter, but on Angela as well. Before she could curse out her teacher for putting her beside someone whom she thought to be rather useless, he cracked a joke that somehow made it all better. Needless to say, they actually became friends. Angela was relieved when he found out that he was gay and stopped chasing after his ex-girlfriend. Instead, he became a very successful stand-up comedian.
Angela had been so lost in her memory that she didn’t realize her own cream was about to suffer the same fate as Greg’s if she did not stop it quickly. She rushed over and pulled the power cord and the machine stopped instantly. She grinned to herself when she saw that the whipped cream had turned out perfectly fine. She stuck her finger in and tested it; yum, pure heaven. She smiled to herself and went to the oven. Along with a batch of cheese and herb bagels that were rising quite well, she had stuck in some crepes to warm up. She had made some about twenty minutes ago, but unlike many chefs, she liked to finish them up by putting them in the oven. She found that she liked a touch of crispiness to them. Angela pulled out the crepes and put them on the counter, then put away the oven mits. She grabbed a plate and began throwing together several crepes, creams, and delicious cinnamon and sugar apple slices. She was certain there would be some people coming in shortly, and she always liked to give the first few customers a little treat. She figured if you treated them nicely and made an impression on them, they would always come back for more. In that case, there was truth to the whole, “spend money to make money” thing.
Just as she was finishing up the last couple, she heard the small little desk bell at the front ring. She was so consumed in her little creations that she almost didn’t even notice it, but thankfully she did. She heard a voice come from the other side, to which she smiled and called back, ”Just a second!” She put the crepes on a plate and wandered out to the front of the bakery. This guy wasn’t one of her usuals, but hopefully after he tried one of her various things, he would be. It was always great to keep a costumer. Angela’s hair was swept up into a messy ponytail, but not messy enough that her hair would float away into her food. Ew, how gross that would be. She wiped her hands on her apron and remained oblivious to the random areas of flour that covered different parts of her. That was basically her everyday make up, ha. “What can I get you?” she smiled easily as she looked at the rather tall man. Angela never had a problem with being sociable, which tended to help her a lot in landing costumers. “These are fresh out of the oven,” she said, waving a hand towards the plate of crepes. “And since you’re my first costumer of the day, they’re on the house,” she told him. Well, that was, if he wanted them in the first place. But then again, who didn’t want her food? Psh.
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Post by steviedrako on Dec 28, 2009 3:08:41 GMT -5
Ash wondered what he was going to do today. He sighed a little as he tried to think of somethings to do around town before he'd go home alone. That was always what he'd do, go get something to eat or make something to eat at home and then just relax at home. Hell, sometimes He'd stay way later at work just so he could do something. He was always saving money up to get his own garage. Not that he hated his boss because his boss was the man. But it was because he had always had the dream of owning his own car garage. He had brought in most of the customers his boss had. He'd feel bad when they'd all come to him sooner than later when he had his own place but that was business. Ash smiled widely as he thought about it. His parents were so proud of what he had accomplished over the years. And why wouldn't they not be? Ash could always count on his parents for everything. Whenever he needed advice he'd always go to them for it. They just wanted to see their son with someone and happy. That was all they knew he needed now and boy they were right as much as Ash would like to disagree with them. Girls never wanted to stay longer than a few days with him and he'd never felt that connection with a girl before. Sure, he'd had girlfriends before but none that he had really connected with. It made him look like a man whore to everyone in town. Which was why he hadn't had a girlfriend in a long time now. He didn't have such a good reputation with the ladies. But it really wasn't his fault. He just hadn't imprinted on anyone, yet. He felt like a failure most of the time. Since a lot of his guyfriends had, had already settled down with their imprintees. But he hadn't found that special someone. It made him highly depressed sometimes but he knew that she was out there and maybe closer to him than he thought. Ash was never known for giving up and he was a fighter. So, he knew that he could get through this if he could get through everything else he had endured in his life so far. He'd come out a winner surely.
He wanted what his parents have. Their true love, devotion, trust, the whole damn deal. He was scared but yet excited at the same time. He just wanted to be loved. Didn't everyone want that? He thought everyone did but he guess some just wanted to use him as well. He had been used for money and fixing girls cars. It had damaged him a little to say the least. Which is why he had been single for quite some time now. He had a wall up and was waiting to see if any willing girl wanted to smash the damn thing down. If he could find that kind of girl then he'd be happy. Completely and totally happy. Ash wanted a tough girl and someone who was just as independent as he was. A lot of girls were always dependent on him and it had always bugged him a lot. It just showed him how weak and how they didn't plan on going far without mommy's or daddy's help in life. That was no way in learning about life. He had never asked his parents for a dime. He had helped them a lot though with their farm. That's where he had gotten most of his workout from, their farm. Ash would go there to think and to do somethings to keep his mind off of certain things. The farm was always a place to go to when he needed some quiet time to think. He loved sleeping in the hay bales in the barn. He still did it sometimes to this day too.
He had heard the girl stop what she was doing. He breathed in her scent more now, now that the vampire scent had drifted away finally. She smelt like cookies and everything delicious to him. His mouth started watering. Ha. "Okay, No rush."
[/b] He had said as he watched her come out. His mouth felt like it was going to drop to the floor right infront of him. This girl was more than gorgeous. More than breathtaking. He had to take a step back and shake his head a little to make sure he wasn't dreaming. And he probably looked like a darn fool to her right now. He opened his eyes and saw that she was still there, nope not a dream. He felt a weird feeling coming over him now. Like she was meant to be his. Oh, god. Was she? How could she be already?! Ash had find his imprint now. "Ummm, hmmm. I'd like a onion bagel and some.......Oh, thanks."[/b] He said like a total moron. God, he was so embarrassed. Ash had grabbed a few crepes and smiled at her. He had taken one bite of one and fell in love. Not with the crepe of course but with her baking skills and well her to be exact. He could feel the color of his cheeks turning a little rosy color. Ash decided he'd sit down on one of the stools where the counter was. He didn't want to leave this place now. [/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by angela on Dec 28, 2009 13:22:34 GMT -5
There was something sinfully wrong about a girl that loved to eat working in a bakery. She was just thankful to God that she was blessed enough to have good genes that allowed her to, well, fit into her jeans. Though she was certain that when she got really old she’d be fat as a cow. Though her mother was just as tiny as she was, so maybe there was some hope for her after all. Instead of being a big old fat lady, she’d be a crazy cat lady. Well, if she ever was lucky enough to get married, then she would go have a bunch of kids and grandkids and wouldn’t have the need to be a crazy cat lady. But, under the chance that she didn’t get married, she was so going to be a crazy cat lady. Even her sister was into the whole cat thing, what with her two black cats. And hey, she could even talk to felines since that was her vampire power. Now, Angela didn’t have that power, but cats did like her. Dogs liked her too, but that was more so just because she smelled like food all the time. They were bound to like anyone like that. But she was almost fairly certain that if she came home smelling like cookies, they’d try to eat her while she was asleep. Or not, but she certainly was not going to take that risk. She didn’t fancy being eaten alive, whether it was by a vampire or an animal. She didn’t think anyone really liked that, actually. Of course she was fairly certain that animals didn’t like being eaten either, but humans ate them anyways. Angela wished she could be a vegetarian, but she liked food too much to give that up.
Though really she could live on baked goods for the rest of her life and be perfectly happy. But if she did that, she wouldn’t live all that long. Something like diabetes or heart disease would probably take her first. But, that is why she ate generally healthy, minus all the desserts. She was a good little girl who ate all her fruits and vegetables, and she didn’t even need her mother to tell her to do so. That was mostly because she didn’t live with her parents anymore, but whenever she went over to their house for dinner, she didn’t need to be nagged to do so. Of course, she was 24 so she expected that she’d be able to take care of herself. She moved out after culinary school which ended three years ago, so she’d been living on her own for awhile. One of her past boyfriends did move in for a few months, but obviously that hadn’t worked out. Oh well, she was content enough. Especially in her baking. She hummed happily to herself until she realized she had a costumer. She awaited his reply but he seemed rather distraught. Oh dear, did she have raspberry puree on her cheek again? One of the old ladies thought she was bleeding one day. Oh wait, nope she didn’t. What a goof ball this boy seemed to be. ”Okay, not a problem,” she said. Angela waited for a moment, but he seemed content with his crepes. Whatever, the bagel was on the house anyways and he was a boy, a rather large one at that, so she figured he’d eat it if she gave it to him. Boys were like that, they really had a large infatuation with food. She ate like a boy. Oh well.
Angela watched as he went over to eat and smiled to herself when he seemed to like the food. How wonderful, that had been a new recipe as well. She loved crepes way more than she loved pancakes. They were much more delicious. She went to get his bagel (I totally completely forgot how to spell that for a minute) and put it in the oven so that it toasted up a little and went back over to the counter. ”Do you want anything on it?” she asked him from afar. She detested plain bagels, but some people felt they were fine. There was just something about them that made her cringe. Like eating a plain doughnut. Who the hell would do that? Get the one with sprinkles or chocolate glaze, geesh. ”And what was the some dot dot dot? You sort of trailed off there, hun,” she asked with a laugh. He seemed like he might be one of those shy sorts of people, but that was alright. She was used to having to get words out of shy people. She was in fact far from shy. She was one of the most friendly people in town. That was probably why the bakery’s owner always had her work the morning shift. People in the morning tended to be grumpy, especially before their coffee, but Angela was there to perk them up. Smiling was almost contagious around her, as was growing an appetite. Her cooking was so damn good anyways. No one ever could leave the store empty handed. But that was a good thing for both her and the business, and the people certainly never complained.
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Post by steviedrako on Dec 31, 2009 2:05:08 GMT -5
Ash was rather tired of trying to find the one. The one everyone has ever talked about coming into their lives. It only made him depressed when his friends and family would go on about how they found their soulmate. They knew he had already failed at it so far. So, why would they just rub it in his face all the time. He knew they were just being happy and inlove. But it was a bitch when you weren't the one sharing in with the joy. He had always left those times when they would go on and on with their stories of finding the one. He'd always go to the barn and sit there to think. He had always wanted to find the love of his life. It just wasn't happening to him quick enough and he was growing tired of waiting. He wanted to go search for that person but he had no idea what she looked like. So, he was losing so far. And this game was getting the best of him. His parents would try and hook him up with someone they knew but it had never worked because he never imprinted on the girl. And they were nice girls in all. Just not what he was looking for. He'd figure if he wasn't going to find her then he'd just wait and be patient. But that was just as hard for him to do because Ash wasn't a patient person, like most guys. If he were to ever give up on it he'd just become an old and depressed man. He'd probably go to ciggs or alcohol as an escape. Yeah, that sounded real bad but he was looking towards that if he wasn't going to find that special gal to call his.
He had to work the late night shift tonight at the shop. He loved this shift the most because he'd always get his work all done before his shift was even over. Ash was just that talented at being a professional mechanic. That was something that had always made him happy. Fixing and working on cars had always made him more than happy because he knew he was helping people out a great deal. Because without having their cars back fast then they'd have no way in keeping to work or to other places they needed to go. Ash wasn't a stickler for getting their money either. He'd sometimes pay for someones car to get fixed if he knew them. He had the money and he wasn't one to not share it. He'd always buy his parents groceries or pay off some of their over due bills. He was a good son. Ash could at least say that with a grin on his face. Because he knew it was true and everyone in town knew how great he was to his parents. He had stopped thinking and turned his attention to the gal that was baking. "Okay."
[/b] That's all he could say to this beautiful girl. God, he was an idiot with girls. Well, at least with this one girl. It was because he had realized he had imprinted on her. What the hell was he suppose to do. He wasn't going to be like "Hey miss I've imprinted on you and your all mine now. No one else's." Like anyone would have been acceptable to that response. Of course he'd think of another way to come out with it with her. That was sure. Ash watched her like hawk. Not like he meant to. She was just so incredible to him. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She'd probably think he was some frickin creep or something. That's what he needed. His imprintee to be saying he was some creeper. He then paid attention to what she had asked him. "Ummm, cream cheese is fine."[/b] He said to her with a smile. His dashing smile. Some girls fell for it but others didn't. He laughed when she had commented on his dot dot dot response. Ash wanted to bash his head off of the counter by now. "Oh, I wanted to get some blue berry muffins too. Sorry, I was distracted."[/b] He replied with a laugh. Ash wondered what her name was and well hell everything about her. He was so curious to know everything about this girl. He couldn't get her scent out of his nostrils. "I'm Ash by the way. I'm a mechanic at the shop across from you. If you need any work on your car or something I'll be more than glad to do it for you."[/b] He said to her as he wanted to smack himself. God, now he really sounded like a creeper. He was trying to think of something to say to her that wasn't creepish like. He failed with this girl. Terribly. Urgh, what was he going to say. "You know, your a pretty damn good baker. These crepes are amazing. I'm sure you knew all of that though."[/b] Ash said with a grin. [/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by angela on Dec 31, 2009 16:16:28 GMT -5
What was Angela doing with her life? She was running around single and playing around with vampires. That in combination with the probably lethal amounts of butter she put in her cooking was enough to kill her before her 30th birthday. How lovely. Well, at least she had a decent life. Regardless, she found herself in some sort of rut. She wasn’t dating anyone, not that she wanted to be; though there were some rather cute guys that always seemed to stumble into her shop. The thing with boys was that they were always hungry, unlike some girls that didn’t eat anything. But she wasn’t about to date every hot guy that came into her store. There was a certain knowledge to the term ‘look don’t touch’. She was starting to believe that she really needed to live by that. She figured that most things she touched turned to crap, except food. Her grades in high school were very good, but the relationships she had were not. Even the girls like to back stab her, which was very odd considering she was a highly sociable girl. But oh well, she was glad she was away from the catty and petty girls from her teenage years. She was older, she was more mature. Well, mature as someone of the young age of 24 could be. But hey, that was much closer to thirty than a little sixteen year old was. So she figured she was mature enough to make better decisions.
Angela just smiled her usual friendly smile at him instead of looking at him with a perplexed glance. Whatever, her life may have been turning to crap but at least she still had the bakery. Hopefully one day she’d have her own pastry shop; that would make her a lot more happy. Was it bad to be in love with your job as much as Angela was? Probably not. If your job sucked and you didn’t want to go to work everyday, chances are your life would be miserable and you would want to bash your head against the desk. So she guessed it was a good thing that she liked her job so much. She waited for a moment, he seemed oblivious to what she was asking him. Once he finally clued in it made a whole lot more sense. ”Mmkay,” she said, and turned to go to the back. Wow, he was both cute and oblivious. She wondered how he fared in life. Hmm. Angela got the containers of different cream cheeses from the fridge and brought them to the mini fridge underneath the front counter so they could be used for the rest of the day. Angela laughed and nodded. ”Sure, not a problem. Everyone seems to get distracted by their nose when they come in here,” she said. ”Let me just grab your bagel. How many muffins do you want?” she asked him as she slid the toasted bagel out from the oven. She spread some cream cheese on it as he talked. There, at least he was starting to talk like a normal person now.
”Angela,” she said in a return introduction. ”Yeah, I should probably get around to that. The check-engine light has been on for the better part of three months now. I was just hoping it’d burn out and stop bugging me, but now,” she said. Angela was by no means a car person. She knew how to put gas in it and how to drive it, but that was about it. She always got her dad to change the windshield wipers and check the oil. She was hopeless outside of the kitchen. ”Here’s your bagel, hun,” she said as she handed it to him on a plate. Angela grinned and thought to herself. Yup, that’s why she spent her parents money on that fancy cooking school. She was glad to know that it had not gone to waste. Her parents would have been most displeased with that. Not that they had to worry about Lexi and money, considering Angela highly doubted she was ever going to go to college. ”Ha, thanks,” she grinned. ”Yeah, yeah I get told that more often than not, but it’s still nice to here it,” she said. It was much better than someone saying her stuff sucked. Of course, that had never happened to her before, but you know, in theory and everything. ”So, if you work across the street from me, how come I’ve never seen you here before?” she asked with a teasingly raised eyebrow. Tsk tsk tsk, ignoring her shop of baked deliciousness.
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Post by steviedrako on Feb 8, 2010 0:54:56 GMT -5
Ash felt so uneased with this girl and he didn't know how he was gonna cope with it. He had imprinted on her. God, what the hell was next? He couldn't think of what he had to do because his mind was all filled with her and her scent. Her sweet scent. He was trying to think of anything else but it just wasn't coming to his mind. Ash couldn't think of anything but her and it was driving him up the wall. If he could do it right now, he'd probably be crawling these damn walls right about now. Then she'd think he was some crazy insane person. She'd probably call the cops on him and have him arrested. That'd be a funny story to tell. He just didn't know what to bring up to talk about with her. It was like he was utterly dumbfounded now. He didn't think he'd find his imprint like this, this quick. He wished his parents were here to snap him back into reality. But they weren't and he was lost. Ash didn't know what to say or do. He was already dreadful at this whole imprint thing. This girl was simply breath taking and he wanted her for himself. There was no way in hell no other man was gonna get this girl. Ash would surely kill them and bury their body in his backyard. Okay, he wasn't a murder but he'd kill someone for her. He felt himself shaking a little and he tried to control it. He didn't want her to think he was some kind of spaz. Well, she probably thought that already. He laughed a little at that thought. He was gonna have to work at this one, he knew that. Ash had never had a great relationship. Girls always seemed to play him or he just didn't want to deal with them on a relationship scale.
She smiled at him and it completely made his heart sing. God, he sounded like such a fag in his head right about now. What the hell?! Ash felt like he was gonna explode right there into little Ash pieces. Well, then that'd be quite a mess for Angela to pick up though. And he wouldn't want her to have clean him up off the floor and ceiling and wherever else he was. He laughed at that thought. Now he was just being silly. He was gonna get through this. Maybe he'd ask her out on a date. Why not? It'd be fun, for sure. Now, she was leaving him to go to the back. His heart felt like it had dropped. What the hell was happening to him. She was gonna come back. He just became sad because she wasn't right there near him. Then he heard her angelic voice again. His heart was melting as she spoke to him. "Yeah, well can you blame them? This smell is amazing and well the baker isn't too bad to look at either. Okay, thanks. Um, how about ten if you have that many. I'm feeling very muffinish today."
[/b] What the hell was he on crack or something? He wanted to punch himself in the face for being a total idiot. Yeah, call her good looking when she doesn't even know you that well, fool. She definitely wont go on a date with you now. Ash felt like a complete idiot now. Ash smelt the bagel from the back getting cooked. He watched her spread the cream cheese on his bagel. Hell, he'd buy all the bagels and watch her spread cream cheese on them all day. But that was creeperish and he didn't wanna make her think that about him. He was trying his hardest not to creep her out. "It's nice to meet you, Angela. Well, if you want me to check it out. Just bring your car over to me at the shop. That's all you gotta do. I wouldn't mind taking time to look it over."[/b] Ash infact would love to fix her car for her. He'd do anything for this girl right now. Yup, he was hooked. And this wasn't going to get any easier for him, sadly. It was gonna be rough and hell he had to tell her. Jeesh, why did a werewolf's life had to be so damn hard and complicated. "Thanks, Angela. It looks mighty delicious."[/b] Could he be any gayer, seriously. If he had a shovel right near him. He'd hit himself over the head with it. The bagel did look really good too. He took the plate from her grasp. Ash wanted to touch her fingers with his but he didn't wanna freak her out so he didn't. You're very welcome. Yeah, I'm sure it is. Well, I've never been here before today. I decided to grab some breakfast before work. So, I decided on your little shop."[/b] He replied answering her question. Well, he had smelt her scent too which had intoxicated him from the beginning. He smiled at her and decided well he should probably ask her on a date or something. Ash coughed a little to clear his throat. "Is there by any chance that you'd wanna go on a date with me sometime this week? I know you barely know me and everything but I'd really like to get to know you. Your interesting to me and well your gorgeous as well. I'll understand if you turn me down. I don't usually ask girls I just met on a date. So bare with me."[/b] Ash asked Angela as he began to get a little nervous. He stared to eat his bagel. [/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by angela on Feb 12, 2010 13:45:25 GMT -5
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Either that, or she was right and this boy just happened to be a rather awkward person. That was alright too, she had nothing against people that sometimes got tongue tied. She just wasn’t one of those people most of the time. She was very straightforward with what she said, though slightly more reserved than her sister. There were times when Angela at least knew to bite her tongue, but Lexi did not. Angela blamed it on all the babying Lexi got for being the youngest one, but oh well. ”Too bad?” Angela replied raising an eyebrow. ”Well now, if that were the case I’d have half the amount of customers that I do now. A beautiful baker is a much better alliteration,” she said with a wink and a grin before turning to go get his muffins. ”Just make sure you don’t eat ‘em all in one day. Then your muffin affection will turn into a muffin top and you won’t be able to fit under the cars to fix them,” she teased as she called from the back. Though she liked to think that her muffins were a lot more healthy than the crap you bought in the stores. Plus, they were much more delicious. See? Healthy things could be delicious sometimes. Though she also had to admit some of the things she made were down right sinful and terrible for you. But not the muffins, the muffins were good. She grabbed a box from the new stack her boss had ordered and plucked ten muffins from their tray and put them in the box. They were still a little bit warm and she could smell them wafting up to her nose. Yummy. Angela went back to the front and handed him his box. ”Aww, thanks hun,” she smiled. ”Lord knows I don’t need to get in a wreck at 24 and spend the rest of my life in a coma,” she said with a roll of her eyes. With her luck, that would be what would happen if she didn’t get the darn thing checked out.
It was almost like she was some sort of muffin prostitute. Give out muffins, get her car checked out. Oh well, she was perfectly content with that. Besides, she hadn’t expected him to do that. It was his own prerogative. Angela couldn’t help but laugh a little. ”Well it damn well ought to be,” she grinned. She never heard anyone, other than all the sweet old men, tell her that her food looked “mighty” delicious. She was beginning to enjoy this guy’s company; he was rather amusing, wasn’t he? ”Tsk, tsk, tsk, you know, for a guy, it’s taken you a pretty long time to come find me,” she smiled. Most guys only had to pass by her shop just once and then they came inside, whether it was for one cookie or a million. Guys tended to follow their nose, like that bird from the cereal commercial. She did have to admit that her customer ratio had the guys winning over the girls. She supposed girls were worried about getting fat or something, which was likely if they ate here all the time. Angela wasn’t fat, but she wasn’t a toothpick either. She was just, well, normal in her opinion. She still looked fine in a bikini and that was good enough for her. Aww, the boy poor was nervous, wasn’t he? Angela played it out in her head. She hadn’t planned on dating anyone for awhile; she was really just trying to figure out her life. But he was sweet, and it kind of seemed like a big thing for him to ask someone out. Throw a dog a bone, right? Sure, but first she was going to…not torture per say, but play around with him for a bit. It just made it more fun for her. ”Hmm, I don’t know how my boyfriend would feel about that,” she said, lying easily. ”You know, most people frown upon dating other people when you’re already dating one. Don’t know why, I mean, the Mormons did it for years and they’ve lasted. But I’m fairly certain neither one of us are Mormon,” she said, talking about this pretend fake boyfriend. She wasn’t talking in a serious manner though, but she wasn’t exactly out right being obvious that she was lying. She was just being a pain and she loved it.a c w
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Post by steviedrako on Feb 15, 2010 1:21:00 GMT -5
He was wondering what she was thinking about him. It was like killing Ash to know. He wish he could read her mind but then again he didn't really want that kind of power. Because he wouldn't want to know from reading her mind. He'd rather have her tell him then him find out that way. Ash was really hating this but loving it at the same time. He just wish there was an easy way to come out and say well I've imprinted on you now and well you have to deal with me for the rest of your life. He have to think of a way to tell her. Some way that wasn't so creeper-ish. Ash was planning on asking his parents about how to do it really. Because he didn't have any good ideas floating around in his head right now. All that was floating around up in his noodle was Angela. He didn't even know if she had someone. God, he really felt like a total fool right now. He didn't know what to do and what to say about all of this. You can't just come out and say well your stuck with me for the rest of your life. Even if you don't like it. What kind of message was that sending to someone who didn't know you. It was telling them that you were a crazy guy that should be locked up in a padded room. Yeah, cause that was what Ash needed. A padded room so he could jump around in and have fun, Not. He'd want to die if he was ever sent to an asylum. Never a fun place to be in. One of his uncles were in one of those places. Ash would go see him from time to time. Maybe he'd send him some muffins or something. So, that he'd get some goodies.
He couldn't quite put his finger on Angela either. He took her as a good girl kind of type. But maybe just maybe she had that wild side that was ready to burst out at any minute. Okay, maybe he wasn't getting that kind of vibe from her. She seemed like a really down to earth kind of gal. Which was what he needed. Well, Ash was glad in a way that he had imprinted on her. Cause if he had imprinted on a bitch of a girl. He'd wanna shoot himself right there. He would have too. Even though suicide wasn't really his kind of deal. He'd never really kill himself. Ash would have just lived life without the imprint if it was someone dreadful. He'd feel pity for one of his best friends cause their imprintee was one hell of a bitch to everyone. He felt bad for Andrew. But there wasn't anything Ash could do for his best bud, sadly. He then snapped back into what they were talking about. "Well, you are beautiful. But I'm glad there aren't a bunch of men swooning around you. I'm surprised you don't have men coming in here on all hours of the day and night. Ha, your a funny girl. Well, I don't have to worry about a muffin top thankfully. I work out a lot. So, I wouldn't get one."
[/b] Ash replied back to her with a wink. She was just being a tease right now and picking fun. Which was attractive to Ash. He found that sexy in a girl. He watched as she came back and with a box that contained his muffins. "Well, your welcome dear. No one would want that. So, you just stop on by and I'll have a look."[/b] Ash didn't even wanna think about her getting hurt and she had to bring it up. He was going to make sure her car was in tip top shape. He'd feel terrible well more than that if something like that would happen to her. Ash felt like his heart was going to fall out of his chest and spill onto the floor. What a mess that would make. He was sure that Angela didn't wanna clean his heart up from off of the floor or anything like that. He listened to her laugh. Ha, well it damn is."[/b] Ash said with a grin back to her. "I know, it has. I wish I would have found you and this place sooner. I would have came by everyday and probably every night as well. I'm just silly and crazy like that. Well, when it comes to beautiful girls and food."[/b] Ash felt like he was just hitting on her from left to right. Hopefully she didn't mind it. He didn't wanna make her feel weird or anything. Then that would only cause awkwardness. And that wasn't ever a good thing. He then had heard her mention something about her having a boyfriend. His heart had stopped and he began feeling like his world was on fire. Ash tried to keep the frown from showing on his face but it didn't work. God, he felt like a fool now. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had a boyfriend."[/b] He didn't even mention anything else. He dropped some money on the counter and began to walk out of the shop. Why in hell did this always happen to him.? Was he cursed or some shit. He started walking towards his work and looked back at the shop in a quick glance. Well, if she wanted her car looked at or to see him, she knew where to find him. [/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by angela on Feb 16, 2010 5:45:47 GMT -5
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Though she did have to admit that right now she was secretly wondering what he looked like without a shirt on. Hey! You couldn’t do that to a girl and not expect her to wonder a bit. He probably planted that in her mind purposely by saying that. Grr. ”Ha, fine,” she said, giving in easily. It was funny how she had been avoiding getting her car fixed forever because she just didn’t care enough, but through a hot boy into the mix and she was all about getting it fixed. She supposed that was a good thing for her own safety, but she didn’t know if that was exactly a good thing. Maybe that meant she needed to find herself a hot doctor too. She didn’t like going there. They always poked at her with needles and took her blood. She never had great iron levels and they were always worried about her fainting from not enough protein. It wasn’t her fault that she was a pastry chef, rather than a chef. She did not see the meal as the main meal, psh. Besides, cooking meat was so nasty. She didn’t care if other people made it and she ate it, but she didn’t like cooking it. She felt like she had butchered the thing herself. It was so nasty. And when you live alone and feel that way about meat, the chances of you cooking it are slim to none. Angela went with the none factor. The funny thing was, she wasn’t actually a vegetarian. She just got really squeamish. Angela laughed and couldn’t help but notice how hard he was trying with her. She was used to guys flirting with her, but none of them were usually so…prolonged. Not that she was complaining or anything. But usually once they got their baked goods the flirting was done. It was just different.
”That really is a guy thing, isn’t it?” she joked. ”When you throw girls and food together, you’ll never get a guy to leave. Make the girl naked and he’d have a heart attack.” It was true. Guys ate so much it astounded her. Though, there were the few guys in the world that were manorexic. She just felt bad for those guys. She always imagined females as the ones who had self esteem issues, and if guys had those issues, it wasn’t cause they were fat. She always thought it was because they didn’t think they had enough muscle or something stupid like that. This boy had certainly gone from being too tongue tied to talk to talking up a storm, hadn’t he? That just amused Angela even more. Aww, he thought she was serious. Was that seriously the end of this conversation? Angela rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest. ”I was kidding,” she said before he had the chance to reach the door. ”I’d love to go on a date with you, Ash.” Silly boys. They just had to react over every little thing, didn’t they? She didn’t understand why they were like that. They pretended to be all macho, when really they were more girly than Angela was. That was just another thing about human behaviour Angela would never understand, but would always find freaking hilarious. Unless the boy was being a stupid head, like right now. ”Besides, obviously I need to spend more time around you to fix that sense of humour of yours,” she said with a grin and a raised eyebrow. Gosh, half the things she said were jokes and if he could not keep up, she was going to have to throw a cupcake at his face.a c w
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Post by steviedrako on Apr 23, 2010 21:41:45 GMT -5
Ash really really liked Angela. Ash was never the type to be nervous around girls but this girl was different. She had that certain spark to her that attracted him to her. Obviously she was beyond beautiful and she was probably one of those girls who didn't think they were. Most girls were like but she might be different from those girls. Who knew? He wanted to know everything about her though. Her whole life even the bad parts because well everyone had some bad things in their life that they had to deal with, sadly. Ash was always worrying about his parents. They were getting older and he didn't know what he'd do without them. Ash was hating how awkward and weird he was being. God, this girl really did do something to him. Ash laughed at her comment. "Oh, well you never know you could be baking people into your pies and etc but it'd still be darn good. And well you don't look like someone who would murder people and stuff them into a oven either. But then again who knows these days? Right?"
[/b] He said with a smirk and wink. It was true now a days you didn't know someone really that well as you thought you did. Times were changing and people were becoming unreal. Hell, your next door neighbor could be a mask murder and you'd never know it. Ash watched her laugh and his heart was fluttering inside of his chest. She had this incredible thing about her. Probably because he did imprint on her after all. He had to laugh at her next comment as well. This girl was what he was looking for, exactly to the tee. She kept surprising the hell out of him by how awesome she was. "I guess so but hey I think you'll look great with some muffin fluff. But then again that's my opinion."[/b] He watched her grin and he grinned back. Ash didn't really even need to work out. He was a werewolf for god sakes. She was totally and utterly different from any other girl he had ever known. He couldn't stop smiling thanks to her. "I wouldn't want you to break down somewhere with no one around because you don't know about freaks out there. I'd be sad if anything were to happen to you even though I just met you."[/b] Angela probably wanted to see his hot bod though. Ash couldn't blame her though because he was good looking. But he wasn't cocky or full of himself either. He liked Angela's body even though he hadn't seen her naked. Ha, wow he was being a total pervert right now. Angela was actually laughing at him. As if he didn't feel like a total idiot. He was never this shy or nervous with any girl before. Of course she was his soul mate. But how in hell do you tell that to someone that you were meant for one another. Ash would have to eventually tell her but he didn't know when the right time was. "Yeah, it is really a guy thing. Well, a way to a guys heart is through his stomach, didn't you know that? Ha. Woah, who said about you being naked? Hmmm?"[/b] He started laughing and smiling to himself. Okay, he had thought of her naked but he wasn't going to honestly tell her that. He'd look like a scumbag or just some regular kind of guy. When Ash wasn't like any other guy. Well, at least that's what he thought. Some people might have thought differently on that subject. Food was so delicious and who didn't like food? Seriously? Ash ate nearly all the time because he was a growing man and he was a werewolf too. Ash had heard her comment but he didn't know she was kidding or not. Because he rarely ever got girls half the time. He stopped at the door as she said she'd love to go on a date with him. He was grinning like a fool. He turned around to see her. "Oh, well I'd love to take you out. I'm sorry for almost walking out. I need to take jokes less seriously from now on. Especially with a jokster like you."[/b] He said with a grin and laugh. He couldn't wait to take her out on a date. Ash wanted to show her how great of a guy he really was. "Ha, right you do."[/b] He went back to where he was sitting and sat down infront of her. He wasn't going to walk out on her now. He cared for her too much now. [/blockquote][/size][/color] |
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Post by angela on May 1, 2010 10:48:20 GMT -5
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Post by steviedrako on May 24, 2010 9:13:59 GMT -5
Ash could tell that Angela was liking him and his weirdness. Angela didn't tell him but he got that feeling that she did. Which gave him some more confidence. He didn't feel like some creeper either. He was wondering what she was thinking of him. Ash could only hope that she was going to like him a lot. This girl was totally different from most girls he knew. Ash loved that because there wasn't a lot of girls that joked a lot and she didn't take much of anything serious. Which was a quality he liked about her. Sure, Angela probably knew when to be serious when it count. Like Ash did. Sometimes he could be more serious about things than others. That was something he had to work on, clearly. Angela had that sort of spark that attracted him for sure. Ash was completely hooked. It was like he was under a spell of hers. "Well, if anyone is as sweet as you. I think they'd taste mildly delicious. I wouldn't eat you for real though. I don't eat people, period."
[/b] Ash said with a grin. He was joking around with Angela and she was joking around with him right back. God, could this day get any better for him? He didn't know but he had hoped it would. If he was a cannibal maybe he would eat Angela but he wasn't so she didn't have to worry about that. Hell, if she was she might have eaten him as well. Ash laughed a little to himself thinking about if she would eat him. Well, one thing was for sure she'd never be hungry again for a while. Ash had a lot of meat on his bones. "Ha, I wouldn't blame you. I'd make a few pies. I have a lot of meat on my bones."[/b] He smiled at Angela. He would probably make a mean pie too. What normal people would think about making one another out of pies? Seriously, Angela was Ash's kind of gal. Ash had only hoped that he was her kind of guy. Ash listened to her laugh, then roll her eyes and shook her head. This girl was adorable and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. "Yes, some girls would freak out. I'm glad your not one of those girls."[/b] Ash liked all types of girls. He just preferred girls with meat on their bones. Angela wasn't fat nor chubby to him but she did have some meat on her bones at least. Which made him happy. "Your welcome my dear. Ha, well thanks hunn. It's nice to know that I'm expendable and your not. But I can't argue with you with that. I think this town and myself would be dying off without your goodness for sure."[/b] This girl was being quite the jokster and well it only made Ash more attracted to her. Ash didn't mind that she was picking on him either. He knew when someone was joking but sometimes he didn't. "Well, who isn't a pervert these days, Miss Angela."[/b] He said winking at her. Ash was being silly right now. He wasn't being totally serious. He was sure that Angela looked beautiful naked but he wasn't envisioning her naked at this moment. He honestly didn't know why he had brought that up. Now, he wished he hadn't. Everyone seemed to have pervert thoughts but rarely did anyone act on them. Ash should have known that she was just kidding around with him. But he didn't mean to take it to heart. It was just that she was his imprintee. And it was something hard for him to understand because well he hadn't ever felt this way about a girl before. It was driving him a little insane at this very moment. "True, it would be boring. I'll just have to get used to your joking ways and not take everything you say so seriously. Ha, well what about the fair this weekend? Is that too boring for you?"[/b] Ash asked her teasingly. He stuck his tongue out at her. Ash didn't think he was boring but Angela would have to be the judge of that. [/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by angela on May 29, 2010 16:49:56 GMT -5
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don’t be a baby, remember what you told me[/center][/font] Angela loved to cook and she loved to spend all her time at the bakery or with her niece. But right now? She definitely wanted to be at the bakery, just not baking. No, she was enjoying the conversation she was having with this deliciously weird boy. Because, you know, if you’re going to be weird, you might as well be delicious, right? Aha, she thought so, but maybe she was just a tiny bit nuttier than her peanut butter crunch cookies. Angela couldn’t help but laugh and roll her bright blue eyes when he said that. “I figured that much, considering most normal people don’t go around eating others. That would be so creepy I would cry,” [/color] she said. Cry out of fear, most likely. Really, she didn’t need to go live with Sweeney Todd to know that eating people as food was not the best way to go in life. She much preferred her muffins or her cake. She supposed it was nice to know that Ash liked people food, but not food made of people. “I bet they would be scrumptious pies,”[/color] she joked. No, she couldn’t imagine him baking him into a pie, thankfully, but she certainly had no problem joking about it. “And since you’d make a few pies, they could be different flavours. All a bit of Ash mixed with something else. Blueberries, apples, lemon meringue. You know, different things. Might as well try them all since there’s only one of you. It would be unfortunate if I stuck to making one flavour of Ash pie,”[/color] she rambled on with amusement in her mind. It sucked that soon enough she would actually have to serve other customers instead of hanging out with this new boy, but she was certain that wouldn’t be for a little while longer. People didn’t generally come in this early, he was just an early morning riser it seemed. “I’m glad, too. I have much more important things to freak out about, like when my dough isn’t rising properly or if my cream isn’t thickening. You know, the important things in life,”[/color] she said with a little grin. To Angela, those were things that mattered in her every day life. Did it matter what size she was? No. Did it matter if she was cooking stuff properly? Why yes, yes it did matter. It was kind of her job. Angela shrugged and retied her apron. “I just thought it needed to be said that I’m irreplaceable and you’re not,”[/color] she teased. She nodded gravely as if her not being there to bake was a serious matter that would not be dealt with well. She liked to think that people would be very sad if this bakery wasn’t open. One day she would have a bakery of her own and she would be delighted to have devoted regulars that would be crushed if she went out of business. “They wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. Buying treats at a grocery store just isn’t the same. They’d all be cakeless for the rest of their lives. Could you imagine? There’d be mayhem everywhere.”[/color] Forks and La Push could not handle anymore mayhem than the werewolves and vampires that were running around everywhere. Having a sister as a vampire told her that enough. Hell, even if Lexi was the only vampire in town there’d be enough havoc. That girl was a nut job. Sure, Angela loved her, but Alexandria was a nut job sometimes. Angela laughed and rolled her eyes at Ash. “I’d like to think that I’m not a pervert,”[/color] she noted. She also didn’t like to look at people and wonder what dirty thoughts they were thinking. That just creeped her out man. No one needed to be thinking those things to other people. No, they could keep those thoughts right to themselves. Angela brightened up at the thought of a cute little carnival. “There’s a fair? I haven’t been to one of those since I was a little girl,”[/color] she said excitedly. “We moved around so much and somehow we were always too busy packing or unpacking or in the middle of a move to go. I think that is thoroughly not boring,”[/color] she said with a smile.[/size] what am I wearing? am i nude?
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