Descisions of ~yours~ {mine} [ours] (Willow/Mason)

[◦Aurelia◦]

Skyla stood outside the movie theatre, waiting nervously for Mason. He wasn't late, she was just early. Skyla had a tendency to arrive either early or late for things, she was never right on time. She shivered. I should have worn a warmer sweater.

She looked around for Mason. Nope, not yet. Skyla still wasn't exactly sure what she was doing here. Online she was more confident, but now, she was back to her old overly shy and clumsy self. It sucked. Skyla always saw the beautiful girls around school, saying whatever came to their mind, not caring what people thought of them (in a good way). They had probably never blushed in their lifetime. Why couldn't she be like them.

She looked around for Mason again and saw him this time. Her stomach exploded in butterflies, she wanted to walk the other way. Or better yet, run the other way. But she didn’t. Instead she waved at him, hoping to catch his attention.
Oh what am I doing?!

[willow !]

MASON PATRICK GREY![/color]
d e s t i n y is calling me; open up my eager eyes.

Oh, New York. Oh, winter. The two were a formidable combination, to say the least. The cold air nipped fiercely at Mason's ears; he shrugged deeper into his light gray jacket, thanking the heavens that he had worn a sweater--a creamy-brown number--as his top. The brisk temperature painted his cheeks, however, with a faint flush. He exhaled deeply--because of the chill, his breath was visible--and pushed his hands back into his pockets.

In the distance, someone started waving. After a few moments, it became apparent to the fawn-haired boy that... well, the person was waving to him. And that the person his newly-found friend, Skyla. A wide grin, albeit nervous, stretched onto his face, and he quickened his pace.

"H-Hello, Skyla!" The stuttered was partially because of the cold, partially because of his natural bashfulness. He was able to chat freely on the computer, but in real life was another matter. "It's cold today."

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Hi, she replied smiling shyly. Ya it is very cold. Maybee we should go inside . It was a dumb thing to say, but Skyla was at a loss for words. The sharp wind nipped at her nose and Skyla couldn't stand outside for one more second. She pushed through the glass doors and into the warmth.

Skyla was surprised to see all the people. I didn't expect it to be so crowded. Se turned to Mason. Um, should we go get our tickets now?. Skyla felt so out of place. She wasn't sure what to say or how to act. I'm so stupid, I keep embarassing myself. Wow I put myself down alot. He's here isn't he? Why can't I just relax and have a good time. But Skyla knew that wasn't going to happen. she was a shy and akward person, and that wasn't changing anytime soon.

Just then a group of boys ran by knocking Skyla over. Clumsy and akward, Skyla thought has she tumbled to the ground.

[willow !]

MASON PATRICK GREY![/color]
d e s t i n y is calling me; open up my eager eyes.

A smile painted Mason's lips, and, because of the chill, he nodded briskly. Being inside with carefully-monitored temperature would be a lot nicer than the nipping cold of New York's outdoor scene. The fawn-haired boy's dominant hand flitted up from the confines of his pocket, gentle pushing forth the glass double-doors of the theatre. Oddly, the place was rather crowded. Well, perhaps 'odd' wasn't the correct choice of words.

It was Saturday, after all. Crowds were drawn to entertaining places such as the movie theatre during those free days. The natural warmth was attractive, too. Oh, and who could forget the delicious synthetic butter? Nobody, that's who. His amber-toned eyes flicked across the scene that played out in front of him, keeping his consciousness on his female friend that stood beside him.

Amidst the moviegoers, a group of teenage boys dashed past--hooting and hollering, not unlike the stereotypical males of their [and Mason's!] age. Rough-housingly, the small cluster of guys shoved at one another, goofy grins plastered across their angular faces. With a gruff shout, they pushed past with rather eager demeanors, sending Skyla crashing to the ground in the process.

Eyes briefly flashing, Mason angled his head to the running teens. "Hey!" Anger was prominent in his shouting tone, erasing any shyness it once held. "Watch where you're going; you hurt my friend!" Immediately, he regretted his decision. It wasn't his job to criticize careless boys.

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Skyla drew in a breath has he yelled at the boys. Those kind of guys tended to make a big deal out of nothing. However, to her relief, they just scoffed at his remark and walked away.

It's ok, I'm fine. Skyla blushed slightly at herself, but soon got over it and picked herself up.

So, she said, brushing herself off and looking at Mason. Let's go get our tickets.

Ooc:Sorry i's so short

[willow !]

MASON PATRICK GREY![/color]
d e s t i n y is calling me; open up my eager eyes.

Regaining his senses, Mason glanced over at Skyla as she reassured him about her condition. "S-Sorry about that little outburst... uh, yeah," the cream-skinned teen murmured with a slight nod. "Let's go get tickets. You can choose the move." His dominant hand darted from beside him, running its slender fingers through freshly-brushed hair. His efforts, of course, were ruined with that nervous tick; his locks fell back into their normal state.

Mason shifted his stance and allowed his hand to drop back down. Its position was rather temporary, of course; the boy's brown eyes glanced over his shoulder, and he instinctively touched a guiding hand to the small of Skyla's back. Hopefully there would be no more accidents.

[willow !]

ooc : nahhh. xD replyyy, aure. please?