They've had far more stunning dates, yes. But it's been busy--or, rather, she's been busy. Getting up to Seven hadn't been easy, and certainly hadn't been conducive to running off to Spain, even for an afternoon.
So really, having an hour to spend with her boyfriend in the park is a beautiful, perfectly stunning thing in its own right. Just... slightly less so when waiting for him meant the sky broke apart and got her drenched before she could even scramble under the nearest tree.
He was going to kidnap her to Beijing, as soon as her schedule cleared, on her birthday if at all possible. But things kept happening, making it impossible. So they made do with regular dates: picnics in the park, movies, dinner. But, things sometimes just went awry
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A few ruined dates like this were hardly going to stop either of them. The combined mild disapproval of their mothers was much, much more of an obstacle. She'd never be a good Spanish girl, after all, and he was far from being the highly ranked Club Argine had apparently always hoped her daughter would fall for. Somehow they muddled through, both with excessive amounts of 'we're just dating.'
There was more than enough time to figure out whether or not that's all it was, after all. She'd probably have to say 'I love you' before the rest of the world got into worrying about them getting married.
Any contemplation of the matter is broken when his voice cuts through the rain. She pulls her jacket a little tighter--not the right day to be wearing a white shirt--as she lifts her hand to wave him over. "Here-- CJ!"
He was only a 4, and didn't have the loftiest of aspirations on his own. Though, pleasing Eileen's mother had been the inspiration for his challenges thus far. And being someone worthy of a girl who planned to become an Ace again, under her own power. Eileen wasn't a catholic, which was a bigger problem than her not being spanish. If she had been, his mother would bicker less... but all in good time
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They'll work on it in time. He'll challenge up; she'll convert. And until then, she'd still trust him to find her lost in the rain under a tree, to come leaping across puddles and rescue her with an umbrella. And really, what more can a girl ask for in a boy than that?
"'s okay," she tsks, pulling her own soaked arms around his neck to cling tight. The basket against her spine isn't perfect, and the fact she'll drench him with the hug isn't ideal, but she's so far from caring in the slightest. Much better to press a brief, sweet kiss to his lips and pull back smiling. "You're here now. Although it might be better for us to not be here. I don't think this is stopping anytime soon."
He smiles down at her, feeling her wet arms around his neck and looking worried. "You're soaked... it's not okay." He hands her the umbrella and reaches behind her, into the basket, to pull out the towel. It's a little wet, but he rubs the moisture from her face gently, and then tries to dry her hair a little. To let her be more comfortable.
He kisses back, and sighs, chuckling "What am I going to do with you?" And then out on the park, frowning "And our date..." he smiles, a little disappointed "Yeah... Let's go find somewhere to be dry together, ok? The stables are close, and dry... should we try there?"
Of course he's got a towel for her. She's beaming when he pulls it up over her face, smooths her hair. There's another tiny kiss for him before she takes the towel to pull over her shoulders.
There's the tiniest bit of a laugh at his suggestion, little flecks of moisture flicking from her head as she shakes it. "I can't change into anything dry at the stables. Can't we go back to the Castle or something?"
Not quite as romantic, perhaps. Still. Maybe she could steal one of his sweaters to wear--that would be lovely.
The kiss is nice, returned, as he smiles down at her, petting her chin gently, before his arm goes back around her. "Mmm, I guess not..." but it would have been romantic to have time alone, maybe fool around in the hay. They hadn't done that yet. Even if the place did smell of horses. "We can, do you think they'll be upset if we have our picnic in the library?"
He'd just finished a fight with his mother, and he didn't want to bring her back to their rooms, not like this, wet and discombobulated, and facing her Spanish ire. "I mean, we can go to my place... but I'd have to sneak you in. I don't think my mom would be happy to see us, just now." He bit his lip, leaning closer in the dark under the umbrella, whispering "Then again... that could be exciting, sneaking into my room without my mother seeing... having the picnic on my bed?" locking the door, and maybe... just maybe... He was young, and she was beautiful, and he had Eileen on the brain.
His challenging look was there, teasing her, come on Eileen? How brave are you, really?
"I can't think they'd look fondly on us eating in the library, no." Which is a shame. Short of having a picnic in the cafeteria they'd met in, the library seems like a perfectly romantic sort of place to have a date--after changing into something dry.
Her face only falls a little at his next suggestion, fingers leaving the towel to curl in his collar instead. Maybe it's a touch confused, a touch too much, but... well. She's not not thinking about the future.
"Only if you think we could get away with it. I'd like your mother not to absolutely hate me, if we can manage."
"Too bad, that would be nice..." He caresses her wrist when she grips his collar and smirks. "I think we can pull it off. It's late, she may have gone to bed sulking by now. Or she's angrily making food for an army. One or the other."
He takes her hand and kisses her knuckles, caressing her palm with his fingers "How can she not love you? She just wishes you were Spanish and Catholic, but she knows you're a good woman. Give her time, she will love you as much as I do, promise."
He pulls her against his side and hugs his arm around her shoulders, the basket hanging from the other hand in the rain as they start walking, and he rests his cheek against her hair "Remind me never to leave you alone in the rain again. If you got sick because of me, I think I'd be so miserable."
It's easy enough to settle against him, if not to be mollified. The slight pout has settled firmly on her lips as they start to walk, her head resting in its usual place against his shoulder.
"She probably also wishes I'd never killed anyone." Admittedly, it wasn't such a problem to kill people in challenges, particularly not when it had been the accidental sort of death that came from people not yielding when they ought to. Still not a positive mark toward her being 'a good, Catholic, Hispanic girl' for anyone's son to be dating. "And I won't get sick if we walk faster. Promise."
He grins, because her pout was precious and he liked it. But he liked everything about her, he was incredibly biased for her. And her head feels great there, even if her hair is wet.
"Querida... we both know that was an accident. It wasn't your fault." he assures her, shaking her shoulder gently. "Ramos have not been entirely faultless when it comes to challenges and death. There's been a few. She'll get over it."
He smirks, hugging her closer as he whispers "Ok, race you..." He drags her with him, making it pretty negligible that it's a race as they hop over puddles and make as fast a run as they can, tied so closely together.
He's laughing, whooping in the rain, when they make it to club castle and he falls into whispers and snickers, opening the door for her. "Go, go..."
It's amazing how easy it is for him. It takes so little apparent effort for him to turn her pouting into hesitant calm, and her hesitant calm into a little shriek of laughter as he tugged her along in the rain.
They'd be wet, surely, by the time they made it back to the castle. Not that she wasn't already soaked to the bone. Still, there's sunshine in her smile as they finally make it to the door and she stumbles inside.
She'll need to catch him by the collar again when he gets inside, press a firm kiss to his lips before letting go. "Let me change. I'll meet you."
She leaves the faintest trail of puddles behind her as she runs--practically flies--to her own rooms. It's easy to strip down, fling her wet clothes into the tub and towel off into comparative dryness. There's no thought in picking out another date outfit. She simply grabs jeans, a comfortable t-shirt, shoes that won't make noise when she moves in them.
Conspicuously no sweater, despite the chill from her damp hair. Her plan to borrow something that smelled like him would not be deterred.
Kevin, of course, is a little incredulous that she can't stop and chat with him in the halls, doesn't fully believe that she's got a meeting to get to, but doesn't keep her long. She's back as quickly as she can be, the towel he'd given her still clutched in her hands and her smile still bright as anything.
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So really, having an hour to spend with her boyfriend in the park is a beautiful, perfectly stunning thing in its own right. Just... slightly less so when waiting for him meant the sky broke apart and got her drenched before she could even scramble under the nearest tree.
Hopefully he'll come soon.
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There was more than enough time to figure out whether or not that's all it was, after all. She'd probably have to say 'I love you' before the rest of the world got into worrying about them getting married.
Any contemplation of the matter is broken when his voice cuts through the rain. She pulls her jacket a little tighter--not the right day to be wearing a white shirt--as she lifts her hand to wave him over. "Here-- CJ!"
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"'s okay," she tsks, pulling her own soaked arms around his neck to cling tight. The basket against her spine isn't perfect, and the fact she'll drench him with the hug isn't ideal, but she's so far from caring in the slightest. Much better to press a brief, sweet kiss to his lips and pull back smiling. "You're here now. Although it might be better for us to not be here. I don't think this is stopping anytime soon."
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He kisses back, and sighs, chuckling "What am I going to do with you?" And then out on the park, frowning "And our date..." he smiles, a little disappointed "Yeah... Let's go find somewhere to be dry together, ok? The stables are close, and dry... should we try there?"
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There's the tiniest bit of a laugh at his suggestion, little flecks of moisture flicking from her head as she shakes it. "I can't change into anything dry at the stables. Can't we go back to the Castle or something?"
Not quite as romantic, perhaps. Still. Maybe she could steal one of his sweaters to wear--that would be lovely.
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He'd just finished a fight with his mother, and he didn't want to bring her back to their rooms, not like this, wet and discombobulated, and facing her Spanish ire. "I mean, we can go to my place... but I'd have to sneak you in. I don't think my mom would be happy to see us, just now." He bit his lip, leaning closer in the dark under the umbrella, whispering "Then again... that could be exciting, sneaking into my room without my mother seeing... having the picnic on my bed?" locking the door, and maybe... just maybe... He was young, and she was beautiful, and he had Eileen on the brain.
His challenging look was there, teasing her, come on Eileen? How brave are you, really?
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Her face only falls a little at his next suggestion, fingers leaving the towel to curl in his collar instead. Maybe it's a touch confused, a touch too much, but... well. She's not not thinking about the future.
"Only if you think we could get away with it. I'd like your mother not to absolutely hate me, if we can manage."
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He takes her hand and kisses her knuckles, caressing her palm with his fingers "How can she not love you? She just wishes you were Spanish and Catholic, but she knows you're a good woman. Give her time, she will love you as much as I do, promise."
He pulls her against his side and hugs his arm around her shoulders, the basket hanging from the other hand in the rain as they start walking, and he rests his cheek against her hair "Remind me never to leave you alone in the rain again. If you got sick because of me, I think I'd be so miserable."
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"She probably also wishes I'd never killed anyone." Admittedly, it wasn't such a problem to kill people in challenges, particularly not when it had been the accidental sort of death that came from people not yielding when they ought to. Still not a positive mark toward her being 'a good, Catholic, Hispanic girl' for anyone's son to be dating. "And I won't get sick if we walk faster. Promise."
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"Querida... we both know that was an accident. It wasn't your fault." he assures her, shaking her shoulder gently. "Ramos have not been entirely faultless when it comes to challenges and death. There's been a few. She'll get over it."
He smirks, hugging her closer as he whispers "Ok, race you..." He drags her with him, making it pretty negligible that it's a race as they hop over puddles and make as fast a run as they can, tied so closely together.
He's laughing, whooping in the rain, when they make it to club castle and he falls into whispers and snickers, opening the door for her. "Go, go..."
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They'd be wet, surely, by the time they made it back to the castle. Not that she wasn't already soaked to the bone. Still, there's sunshine in her smile as they finally make it to the door and she stumbles inside.
She'll need to catch him by the collar again when he gets inside, press a firm kiss to his lips before letting go. "Let me change. I'll meet you."
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Conspicuously no sweater, despite the chill from her damp hair. Her plan to borrow something that smelled like him would not be deterred.
Kevin, of course, is a little incredulous that she can't stop and chat with him in the halls, doesn't fully believe that she's got a meeting to get to, but doesn't keep her long. She's back as quickly as she can be, the towel he'd given her still clutched in her hands and her smile still bright as anything.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to take so long."
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