Jared wasn’t so nervous this time. He had already gone on a date with Cassandra before, and it pretty much ended up being a bit disastrous. It was so disastrous in fact, that it was barely even a date. This couldn’t possibly turn out like that, not again. He was proud of himself that he actually felt comfortable and confident about this. Though if you subtract the fact that Tyler came along and fractured his nose, Jared still had a great time when it was just him with Cassandra. He couldn’t wait for what this date (which they had just decided to go on a walk for) had in store for him.
Dressed similarly to how he was dressed the last time, he closed the door to his dorm on his way out and walked excitedly (almost like some sort of silly skip-dance thing that only Jared could possibly ever do) over to the Team Australia dorms and knocked happily on the door of the second dorm; that was Cassandra’s dorm. Jared grinned as he waited patiently (impatiently? Excitedly? Anxiously?) for her to answer. He was a tad bit late, but he didn’t worry about it. Last time—he felt—he worried a little bit too much about what time he arrived, and he didn’t care to feel that way again. He knew she probably didn’t really mind, as long as he wasn’t extremely late of course. And, at her request, it felt good not having to freak out over bringing her flowers or something like that.
(ooc: i wrote this at exactly midnight and I am about to go crazy out of my mind because I’m so tired so if this is like really sucky or something, you know why now.)
Post by Cassandra Prewett on Mar 7, 2009 8:19:27 GMT
The second date. Usually, Cassandra was lucky to get this far. It wasn't that she wasn't a goodperson to go out with, she just had a habit of scaring people off the first time round. But something about Jared seemed to draw him back to her for round two, even after the disaster last time that ended in him being punched in the face. If you could even call that a date. It hadn't even lasted half an hour.
Cassie sighed as her pale blue eyes scrutinized the girl in the mirror. Everything; from her hair and make up, right down to the choice of shoes needed to be just right. Some part of her was still terrified that Jared would change his mind and cut the date short, or even stand her up altogether. While she waited for the knock on the door, she occupied herself with yelling at her room mate to turn off her shit music. Why was it that this girl was always here when Cassandra needed some quiet?
Hearing two gentle tapping sounds on the wood behind her, Cassie quickly shut up and wheeled around, tying her hair up in a ponytail as she crossed the room to open the door. She'd just remembered their plans to walk around the island, and the last thing she wanted was her hair getting all sticky on the back of her neck in the Greek sunshine.
"Hey." Cassie smiled, once she'd wrenched open the door. Briefly, her eyes shot down to Jared's hand by his sides. Good, no flowers this time. She thought, relieved. If he'd turned up with Any more blooms, she didn't know how long she'd be able to keep from gushing about symbolism again- it would be a disaster if she bored him half to death. "Ready to go?" she asked him as she stepped out into the hall, more just for something to say than anything else. Some of the panic from last time had faded, she noticed, but it still terrified her that she could mess up at any moment. Cassandra closed the door of her room with a soft click, instantly muffling the sounds of the screechy, live-performance mp3 that had been saying the words "fly on the wall" over and over for god knew how long. She rolled her eyes a little, nodding her head to the shut door. "My roomie," she told him, smirking, "has devastatingly horrible taste."
Still standing outside his date’s dormitory, Jared could hear the annoying rasp of Miley Cyrus’ voice blaring from inside, thankfully it was reduced to a faint whine through the door. He bit his lip thoughtfully however, sincerely hoping that it wasn’t Cassandra that had chosen to listen to that type of “music.” If it could even be labeled as music. Then he recalled Cassandra warning him about her roommate over the phone, and he was relieved.
Jared’s stomach did flips—the good kind—the moment Cassandra opened her door. “Hey there!” he greeted her cheerfully. “You bet I’m ready!” He just sort of remained standing there though, unsure of what to do. He was mentally kicking at himself. Should he give her a hug? Should he take her hand? Or was it too early in the relationship or in the date for that? Well... she hugged him and took his hand the last time… and that was only the first date. But Jared was still too nervous, worried once again that he might screw up. He really didn’t want Cassie to feel like she always had to make the moves, though, and obviously this relationship would go absolutely nowhere if neither of them did anything at all.
Jared gave himself one last mental kick, and he stepped forward to wrap his arms around Cassie, hugging her for a moment before letting go. He smiled that warm smile of his that could make anybody melt. “Well aren’t you glad I’ve come to rescue you from it?” he questioned, laughing as he referred to her roommate’s music taste. He then held out his hand, offering for Cassie to take it. Damn, where did all this confidence come from? Jared didn’t know he had it.
Post by Cassandra Prewett on Mar 7, 2009 16:22:57 GMT
Cassie laughed and nodded, taking hold of Jared's hand as they started walking out of the dorm building. "Indeed I am" she giggled, glad to see he at least seemed a little more confident around her than last time, even though she was still inexplicably petrified. As they left the building, and stepped out into the bright sunlight, Cassie put her free up hand to her head in a kind of salute to keep her eyes in the shade, and squinted up at the guy who'd agreed to be her boyfriend even after her best friend had fractured his nose. She still couldn't get over it. Either Jared liked her a lot more than she'd realised, or he really, really wanted to loose his virginity. But either way, Cassie felt all weird and fuzzy inside at the thought of spending the afternoon with just him. Smiling, she stopped walking for a moment, so that she could go up onto her toes and kiss his cheek lightly. "Sorry... again" she laughed, before trailing gentle kisses slowly over still swollen nose. "I hope I'm worth it..."
Jared blushed as Cassandra kissed his nose. He was kind of embarrassed that it was still a bit red-colored. Oh well, now it blended in with the rest of his face from all the blushing he was doing. The grin he had been wearing disappeared when she apologized. He really honestly hated it for her, how she felt she had to keep apologizing for the actions of her friend. “It’s okay!” he started to laugh and his grin returned, “How many times do I have to tell you that you’ve got nothing to worry about?” He proceeded by squeezing her hand comfortingly.
And now what was he supposed to say? ‘I hope you’re worth it, too?’ No, that wouldn’t come out right. ‘You are worth it!’ Nope, that wouldn’t come out right either. Jared couldn’t explain his thoughts about her. Of course he did hope she was going to be worth it, and still at the same time he felt like she really was worth it. Every time he was around her, and even when he talked to her on the phone and online, he felt a feeling he still just couldn’t find words to describe. The flustered boy just continued to smile, pondering about how he should lead her to the next subject. “So… you play drums, don’t you?” He asked her, glancing over at her gorgeous eyes. He was very interested in learning about Cassie and music.
Post by Cassandra Prewett on Mar 9, 2009 18:44:00 GMT
Soothed slightly by Jared's insisting that he didn't blame her, Cassie started to relax a little. In the little pause that followed, she found herself just watching Jared's face. He was just so damn cute- she couldn't get over it. The semi-nervous look on his face, mingled in with clear happiness that she could only guess had something to do with her being there; it made Cassie feel insanely special, but at the same time she couldn't help thinking that maybe she didn't really deserve such a nice guy.
When he asked her about music, Cassandra fought back a laugh. It was such a cliché- two people at a music camp talking about their instruments. Really, she should have seen it coming. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk about drums, more just that she felt self-concious doing it. "yeah" she smiled, with a little nod. "since I was a little kid... I was always pretty obsessed with drums for some reason. I thought it made me cool or something." Cassie laughed. "I sing a little too.... badly. How 'bout you? You're a guitarist or something, right?" she asked, keen to shift the focus off herself suddenly.
Jared didn’t think that it was “cliché” that he had asked Cassandra about music. Music was his passion after all; it was what he lived for and why he was here at Camp Euterpe. And he was fascinated by the fact that she played the drums. Though really he’d be fascinated by any instrument, no matter what it was. “Drums, huh?” he said, smiling with much interest, “That’s really cool. It’s hard to find girl drummers. And yeah, I play guitar and I also sing.” Suddenly he got the feeling that maybe Cassandra didn’t really care to talk about music, which was how he warded off most of the other girls he ever had a chance with. He glanced down to his feet, uttering a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I just… love music way to much I think.” Lifting his head back up and looking to her face, he asked, “What do you wanna talk about?” Because seriously, it was all about Cassie to Jared. He really cared about her.
(ooc: oh my fucking god i have muse but i can’t write posts >_<)
Post by Cassandra Prewett on Mar 20, 2009 22:43:20 GMT
Now that they'd gotten talking about music, Cassandra didn't mind it so much. The way Jared's face seemed to light up when he spoke about performing threw all her worries about being a walking talking cliché out the window. It didn't matter any more. All that mattered was being there with him, and how much she was enjoying it. "It's okay. We don't have to stop talking about music yet..." she shrugged, smiling. It was pretty obvious how passionate Jared was about the subject, and it didn't seem fair to cut the conversation short just because she wasn't overly keen. "I think it's sweet that you like it so much, really. I mean, it's nice to have at least one thing you really love, right?" Cassie smiled.
"You sing? Maybe we can duet sometime." Cassie joked, pushing her hair up and off her face as she squinted in the bright sunlight. "And too right it's hard to find a girl drummer. That's how you know that we're so damn awesome." she grinned.
Relieved when Cassandra assured him that they didn’t have to stop talking about music yet, Jared’s eyes lit up. He could babble about music for the rest of his life and never come close to running out of things to say about it at all. He loved everything about it and was fascinated by its ability to alter moods, express feeling and creativity, and to just change lives in general. There are so many words to describe it, so many that it would be impossible to go through them all, but Jared of all people would be more than willing to try.
Jared gasped. “A duet sounds like so much fun!” he exclaimed. If Cassie was joking at all, Jared obviously did not get it; he was truly, honestly, and quite dorkishly enlightened by the idea. He felt overly excited about it, a duet with his first girlfriend. He’d gladly volunteer to write the music and everything, too. The idea felt special to Jared as if it had already been brought to reality, it made his heart want to melt. He laughed and winked at her after her final statement about female drummers. “Damn awesome is right.”