It wasn't like Carlisle to crash into people. It really, really wasn't. He was simply feeling particularly out of it today, which generally happened following a night of drunkenness, and wasn't quite navigating the halls correctly. So, instead of bypassing Anya without a problem, he bumped into her.
Grabbing her by the arm in case she started to, you know, fall or something, Carlisle glanced down at her. "Hey."
Anya probably would have fallen over or something, seeing as she was rather small compared to Carlisle. And wow, was it bad that she kind of freaked out in her mind when she realized it was him? Because honestly... after their little interaction on Saturday, where he was basically saying that he'd sleep with her? Yeah. She'd desperately wanted to avoid him at all costs. So much for THAT happening!
"Hey." She looked up at him, then down at the hand that was holding her arm. She hoped he wouldn't start being his charming self again...
Carlisle felt a little guilty after their last encounter. Merely because he'd gotten a little be too into things when, really, he shouldn't have let himself think that way. He definitely didn't feel guilty to the point where he'd make an apology. He'd simply try not to act pressure-ish again.
"Had a good weekend?" He asked after a moment, a small grin appearing on his face. Carlisle didn't let his hand fall away from the girl's arm, instead letting it rest there.
He SHOULD feel guilty, as it was never very cool to pressure a person. Especially into things so serious as sex. Oh, that Carlisle and his wanting to take advantage of a fourteen year old girl!!! Gotta love him, right? Or something.
Anya returned her eyes to his face, trying to smile while wondering why his hand was still resting on her arm. Normally she wouldn't have minded, but her guard had been put up in regards to him, and she wasn't nearly as trusting now. She was beginning to see that he might have hidden motives, and that the kissing they did might not be enough.
"Yeah, parts of it were great. Other parts I'm trying to forget."
Carlisle laughed in response to that. Somehow, he doubted the girl would keep up with her plan to not get drunk again in the future. Very few people ever followed through on such plans. Which he understood completely, as he was a definite fan of getting completely pissed from time to time. More frequently, sometimes, as it was needed.
"Probably a good idea," he commented, smirking slightly, "I don't think I need to drunkenly babble all my secrets to you."
Sadly, Anya had a feeling that she wouldn't follow through with the plan of never getting drunk again. As much as it had made her feel horrible afterwards, it sure had been fun during the process! So she could say it all she wanted to, but that wasn't the last time she would be getting drunk.
"I hadn't even thought about that," She smirked up at him, "Now I'm thinking it would be a good idea, as I'm far too curious to know what kind of skeletons you've got hidden in your closet."
"Only way you'll be getting secrets out of me is if we get too drunk to remember what was said," Carlisle replied, although that wasn't strictly true. It was possible for someone to get secrets out of him while he was drunk, without having to be so drunk that most of the night would go by in a blur. As long as they were actually trying to get him onto the topic of his secrets, it was usually pretty easy for at least something to slip.
"I'm sure that could be arranged," Her grin was even wider now, though she added her own special brand of innocence into it. She wouldn't seriously consider getting drunk with him. But was it bad that she kind of really did want to know his secrets? Mostly just cuz she was really nosy like that and liked to be in the know about everyones business.
Random of all randoms? Anya suddenly got the urge to hold his hand, and WITHOUT THINKING, she reached over and grabbed his, swinging their hands lightly back and forth as they walked, "But don't worry, I don't see that ever happening in our futures. Sad, huh?"
"Names, Anya, names. Then, of course, it's your turn to ask me." Frankly, he didn't see the point in her answer if he didn't know their names. After all, they could be ANYBODY if she didn't put names to them. Not that he'd necessarily recognize their names if she DID reveal them, but still...
"You probably don't know them anyway!" She tried to argue, but knew that he wouldn't take that as an excuse. So she sighed before letting the names out, "JJ and Felix... they're both in my house. See? Told you that ya probably wouldn't know them." She wasn't sure why the names mattered much, but she'd likely want to know the names as well, if she were in his shoes.
While he wasn't a fan of saying truth, as he thought it MORE revealing than dare, he didn't particularly feel like a dare, either. He'd started the game, however, and would clearly have to answer her question one way or another...
"Truth," he decided, after a moment, figuring he could just lie if it was a particularly unwanted question.
"Ummm," She tried stalling again, as she was trying to think of what to ask him. Anya blew her bangs out of her hair, pondering the idea of throwing the same question back at him. Would that be too much? Sure, she had told him... but something told her that Carlisle wouldn't actually tell her. If he said a name, would it be true? Did he even like anyone? Or just snogged...
Okay, thinking about it made her far too curious and she needed to know!
"Can I ask the same thing? Who do you like...? And if you don't actually like like someone, at least give a name of someone who you either could like or... I don't know! Just give me a name of the girl you would pick if you did like someone..." Because that made perfect sense! Heh.
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Grabbing her by the arm in case she started to, you know, fall or something, Carlisle glanced down at her. "Hey."
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"Hey." She looked up at him, then down at the hand that was holding her arm. She hoped he wouldn't start being his charming self again...
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"Had a good weekend?" He asked after a moment, a small grin appearing on his face. Carlisle didn't let his hand fall away from the girl's arm, instead letting it rest there.
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Anya returned her eyes to his face, trying to smile while wondering why his hand was still resting on her arm. Normally she wouldn't have minded, but her guard had been put up in regards to him, and she wasn't nearly as trusting now. She was beginning to see that he might have hidden motives, and that the kissing they did might not be enough.
"Yeah, parts of it were great. Other parts I'm trying to forget."
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"Probably a good idea," he commented, smirking slightly, "I don't think I need to drunkenly babble all my secrets to you."
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"I hadn't even thought about that," She smirked up at him, "Now I'm thinking it would be a good idea, as I'm far too curious to know what kind of skeletons you've got hidden in your closet."
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Random of all randoms? Anya suddenly got the urge to hold his hand, and WITHOUT THINKING, she reached over and grabbed his, swinging their hands lightly back and forth as they walked, "But don't worry, I don't see that ever happening in our futures. Sad, huh?"
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That wasn't the point, was it?
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Which brought her to her question.
"Truth or dare?"
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"Truth," he decided, after a moment, figuring he could just lie if it was a particularly unwanted question.
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Okay, thinking about it made her far too curious and she needed to know!
"Can I ask the same thing? Who do you like...? And if you don't actually like like someone, at least give a name of someone who you either could like or... I don't know! Just give me a name of the girl you would pick if you did like someone..." Because that made perfect sense! Heh.
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