still a bit naïve with my heart`

[rosalie]

Tag: Drew
These two are too innocent for bad language (:

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Smiling wide, Rosalie quickly hops off the computer thinking about what she could wear. She walks up to her closet and slides open the mirror doors. Her eyes immediately fall on a white dress her mother had given her for her birthday. She puts the hanger over her head and slides the closet door shut. "Humm..." She murmured softly at her reflection. "It'll do alright." She threw it on her bed as she slide open the closet door again staring at the dozens of pairs of shoes she's obtained over the years. She picked up a couple making a disgusted look before throwing them back into the closet. She figures she'll clean out her closet when she moves back out of her mother's house. But her eyes fell on a silver heeled number and she quickly smiled. She slipped on the silver heels and picked up her dining out clutch bag that held everything she needed when she went out for dinner.

Rosalie then turned her attention back to the dress on the bed and threw off her bathrobe she was wearing for the longest time. She grabbed a nice bra and underwear from her dresser before throwing on her dress. Relieved that the dress wasn't a zip up she walked towards her vanity table and sat down. Now her hair needed to be fixed. It was dry now from her shower and she figured just brushing it and putting a couple rhinestone barrettes would do the trick. She quickly grabbed her brush and brushed out her tangles. Then she found a couple rhinestone barrettes and fastened her bangs away from her face.

"Mk, Done." She smiled at her reflection as she stood up from her vanity table, smoothing out the small wrinkles from her dress. She picked up her cellphone, keys, and wallet just in case Andrew didn't have enough money for whatever he was planning. She walked out of her room, closing the door behind her. She walked through her empty living room and out her front door locking it. Rosalie quickly glanced at the street, Drew wasn't there yet so she took out her phone and quickly texted him that she was ready to go.

A smile soon came to her face, as she sent the text message and slide her bag back into it's place in her bag. She soon realized her face was bare of any makeup. She smirked knowing Andrew wouldn't care, he was simple and she liked that. It was rare to have a guy think you're beautiful no matter what you look like. Mud on your face, or giant cluster of pimples so massive it could be the Milky Way of pimples. Rosalie quietly giggled to herself about that thought. It was true, it seemed like she could do no wrong around him.

[andrew]

Crap. What was it with women. They were supposed to take forever to get ready. Fifteen minutes... bah! Drew got off his computer in a hurry and went over to his closet, trying to deal with finding an outfit and Jersey jumping on his legs. When she wanted attention she almost always got it... so the few times the young man didn't pay attention to her, she didn't understand and tried harder. He gave her a look more than once, and after a few minutes her attacks started to get less often. He looked in his closet and started randomly picking clothes. White shirt, sure... gray pants and vest? That works. He grabbed for a random tie and a pair of black dress shoes. After taking off the clothes he was wearing, he started putting everything on. When he was done, he looking in the mirror. Not too shabby.

He grabbed his keys, wallet, and cellphone. Actually, he looked at his cellphone and smiled a bit. Dialing a Marseille number he spoke briefly to them as he was going down to his car. Yes, he was getting take out on his date. But he had a plan, a good plan. Stopping by the linen closet he grabbed a blanket and then he walked into the kitchen. Setting the blanket on the counter, he tried to find the picnic basket his Mom had hidden away somewhere. Speaking of Mothers... "Drew, what... are you doing?" Emma said, walking into the kitchen. She had heard Drew rustling around in the cabinets and decided to investigate. Drew looked up from what he was doing looking like a deer caught in headlights. Did he tell his mom about his date or did he flee. That was his choice. Of course she knew about Rose, had met her several times... it was still embarrassing.

"Looking for the picnic basket mom, I gotta date and you hid it on me," he replied. He was still looking for the wicker basket, though having no luck at all. He saw his mother disappear for a moment and sighed... great, don't help him. She came back a few moments later holding the coveted item and a relieved grin broke out on his face. He then switched directions and began gathering plates and glasses, utensils. Just because they were having take-out didn't mean they had to eat out of Styrofoam containers. He also managed to find a few candle-holders and candles to go in them. He carefully placed all the items into the basket, making sure that when he stuck them into the trunk and drove to Marseille they wouldn't break. He picked up the basket and the blanket and went out to his car. Popping the truck he placed the items in there carefully. Shutting the trunk, he tried to think if he had everything he needed. Check, Check... not check. Damn.

He went back into the house and ran to his room, rummaging around in his closet he finally retrieved it. He had gotten her a gift, commemorating the simple occasion. It want anything too special, just a simple pearl necklace. It also wasn't a horribly momentous occasion, just their three month anniversary. Most people probably did go to these lengths for such a short time. But it wasn't just the anniversary, Drew liked showing Rosalie that he cared about her. This was one of the ways he knew how. He made his way back down the stairs and his pocket began to vibrate. He pulled out his cellphone as he arrived at the front door and paused. It was Rose, she was ready. Perfect... he was late. Well, not too late. It would take him too long to get over there.

It was then that his mother caught up with him again. "Going out I see? With who, to where, when will you be back?" Emma asked, arms crossed teasingly across her chest. Drew turned towards her and gave her a point blank stare, though you could see there was a small smile hidden on his lips. She took a step towards him and began to straighten his tie. "Yes, and you should know who. Rose, church, and whenever I can?" he replied. It wasn't that his mother really cared when he would be home, she knew he was responsible and that she could get a hold of him when need be. She reached a hand up to his face and lightly stroked his chin. "You need to shave," she stated simply. "No time... I'm already late. Besides it's not a full beard. It'll be fine. Now can I go," he said. She gave him one last look over and nodded her head as Drew breathed a sigh of relief.

Jogging to his new car, he got in and started it up, heading over to his girlfriend's house as quick as he could. He wasn't... speeding per say. But he was going faster than he normally would if he weren't trying to get somewhere. When he was only a minute from her house, he sent her a quick text saying "Almost there." He finished up the trip and pulled up to the walkway, lining the door up with the sidewalk. Reaching over he opened the passenger side door and looked out at his date for the evening. He smiled at her and motioned for her to hop in. "How are you doing this evening?" he asked quietly when she was in.

[rosalie]

Rosalie looked intently down the street for an approaching car. She heard a little jingle coming from her bag and pulled out her cellphone. Andrew replied back with a text saying he was on his way. As soon as she read it, she heard the sound of a car approaching and quickly looked down the street. She soon saw Andrew driving his new car her eyes opened wide. "Wow...pretty..." She blinked in awe. Of course she knew he was rich but that was a pretty, nice, expensive car.

She giggled quietly as he pulled up by the sidewalk and opened the passenger door for her. She quickly ran down from her front door and took a seat next to him. "Wow Andrew, when did you get this one? It's so niceeee." She gleamed, admiring the interior almost afraid to sit on it. He asked her how she was and she just smiled. "Great actually, this is pretty exciting." She fastened her seatbelt carefully trying to be careful around the brand new car as Andrew pulled away from the drive way and started to drive to their mysterious destination.

Slightly fascinated at the new car, she started looking around it. She first started with the windows making them go down, then back up again. Giggling at her amusement she turned the radio to her favorite station and turned it down so she and Andrew could talk. She looked over at him and smirked, "Aw, you dressed nice!" She smiled big. "That's good, I won't feel so awkward being all dressed up now. We can both be awkward together." Her eyes wandered to her right and gazed out the window. She noticed they were heading into Marseille.

"So what are we going to do tonight?" She asked him as she gazed out the window, watching the countryside fade away as they got closer and closer to the port city of Marseille. She always like Marseille, the tourist never bothered her. There was always so much more to do there than in San. She loved the beaches there. She knew the ones the tourist weren't fond of due to rocks, but she liked to sit in the sand and watch the waves. But of course her favorite spot in Marseille was on top of the great Cathedral. But still, Andrew was always full of surprises so she had no clue what he had in store for them tonight.