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<do you remember [em] « Thread Started on Sept 8, 2009, 7:52pm »
broken down, but looking up
Michael took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. He tried to block out the noise of the lobby, but it wasn`t working out so well. People were excited-- it was Friday-- and they all had plans for this thing or another. Michael himself didn`t have any solid plans as of yet, but he wanted them. People were leaving the agency for the weekend, and he planned to catch Emmalie on her way out. She was one the only people who had actually had conversations with him, and she was really sweet. They had gone to get cappuchinos once or twice, even. They were barely friends, and that was that. Michael actually really liked Emmalie, but was way to shy to say anything more. Besides, it would be weird if her asked her out and she didn`t like him the same way.
The blond teenager opened his eyes and scanned the room. More people had entered by now, and it made it harder to look for one particular person. His ran his fingers through his hair and smoothed down his shirt. He had a photo shoot today where he had to wear an old-style suit with some sort of ruffly undershirt. It had looked old, and it had been scratchy. He was glad to be back in his blue button-up shirt and worn jeans. He felt comfortable in casual clothes. Skinny jeans were too tight for him, and he preferred long-sleeved shirts over short sleeved. He wasn`t exactly sure why, but he thought that it might have something to do with his father`s drinking problem. In long-sleeved shirts, he felt a little more secure. No one knew this about him-- not Emmalie, and definatly not anyone else here at the agency. He had made sure that he kept those personal things to himself. He just wasn`t as open as he`s like to be, but he didn`t know how to change that.
Feeling impatient, Michael stood up and grabbed his jacket. It was starting to get a little chilly at nights, and he had planned on walking home this morning, not planning on going somewhere--maybe-- with Emmalie. Feeling like he had missed her, Michael jogged over to the door, where he could see everyone that was leaving. He checked the room again, then looked outside. Had she left already? Or was she still getting dressed? He looked down at his watch. It was five oh six. She might be getting dressed, he had learned that girls took a while, but she could have just as easily left.
He was about to give up for the night. If she didn`t show in the next ten minutes, he would need to leave. He needed to check on his dad... but he could wait, too. He hoped that Emmalie was still here. He hadn`t talked to her in a couple days, and he missed talking to her. With a soft sigh, Michael leaned against the wall, his eyes watching the rest of the lobby. He had thirty-four dollars on him-- enough for dinner, if she wanted, or just something to drink. He didn`t care. He just wanted to see her again.
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