Post by Mistress Fangs on Feb 14, 2008 15:49:46 GMT -6
Day One I stumbled through hello on Fifth Avenue
‘Damn I miss England’ he thought to himself shoving a hand through his shaggy red hair. His brown eyes were concentrating on the sidewalk in front of him trying hard not to run into anyone, his dark blue jeans were baggy enough to slip his Ipod, wallet and wand into with out anyone noticing them. His leather coat was hanging open to reveal a crimson shirt underneath.
“Bloody Hell!” he shouted, as he tumbled to the ground as a large set man rammed into him, all of his papers flying everywhere.
“Oui! Watch were your going next time!” he called after the portly man as he stepped into a cab.
He ran a hand through his hair again and began grabbing his stuff that was scattered out in front of him. “Defiantly miss England.” He said out loud to one in particular.
“Here.” A voice said as a hand appeared in front of him, holding half the stuff he was trying to grab, “you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine.” He said taking them from the hand and placing them back into his bag.
He then stood up brushing off the front of his pants as he came to his feet. “Thanks.” He said holding out his hand, then seeing who was in front of him.
It was a shapely girl, his age, about 2-3 inches shorter, her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, her dazzling eyes looking at his. Her thigh length, leather jacket hanging open, he could’ve sworn that the shirt underneath it was a Chudley Cannon’s fan shirt. Two cylinder tubes (contractors use them to carry blue prints) were slung across her back.
“No problem.” She said shaking it back, “You’re from England aren’t you?”
“Uh yeah I moved here about 2 months ago after my best friends wedding.”
“Well from one Englishmen to another, Welcome to New York.”
“Your from England?” he asked as they headed in the original direction he was going.
“Yeah I moved her about 2 years ago. Names Ingraham, Alie Ingraham.”
“Wea… Weasly, R… Ron Weasly.”
“I know that name, haven’t I met you somewhere before?” she asked.
“Well we do work in the same building, but I think I remember you from back when I lived in England.” He said as they entered the large ad company.
Ron lied he had seen her before in clubs, and around the office, he just never had the balls to say hi till now.
“Where about are you from in England?” Ron asked as they entered the elevator.
“Around Surrey, it’s a really small town I’m from, apparently the only entertaining this there is this house that looks like it’s about to fall over.” She said.
“That would be mine.” He said his cheeks turning red
“I knew I saw you somewhere before.” She said with a smile trying not to laugh that she had made him blush, as they got off on the 5th floor.
“Yup. Hey by the way where did you get the shirt from?” he asked indicating to it.
“Oh this, I found it in a thrift store.” She said as they stopped at where they had to separate, “well I gotta go.”
“Same, uh will you….” He started unable to continue.
“Yeah?” she asked.
“Will you go to lunch with me tomorrow?” he said quickly.
She smiled softly, “I’d love to.” She said she lightly kissed his cheek then left.
A half smile creped onto his face as his cheeks grew slightly pink. Tomorrow was going to be a beautiful day.
‘Damn I miss England’ he thought to himself shoving a hand through his shaggy red hair. His brown eyes were concentrating on the sidewalk in front of him trying hard not to run into anyone, his dark blue jeans were baggy enough to slip his Ipod, wallet and wand into with out anyone noticing them. His leather coat was hanging open to reveal a crimson shirt underneath.
“Bloody Hell!” he shouted, as he tumbled to the ground as a large set man rammed into him, all of his papers flying everywhere.
“Oui! Watch were your going next time!” he called after the portly man as he stepped into a cab.
He ran a hand through his hair again and began grabbing his stuff that was scattered out in front of him. “Defiantly miss England.” He said out loud to one in particular.
“Here.” A voice said as a hand appeared in front of him, holding half the stuff he was trying to grab, “you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine.” He said taking them from the hand and placing them back into his bag.
He then stood up brushing off the front of his pants as he came to his feet. “Thanks.” He said holding out his hand, then seeing who was in front of him.
It was a shapely girl, his age, about 2-3 inches shorter, her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, her dazzling eyes looking at his. Her thigh length, leather jacket hanging open, he could’ve sworn that the shirt underneath it was a Chudley Cannon’s fan shirt. Two cylinder tubes (contractors use them to carry blue prints) were slung across her back.
“No problem.” She said shaking it back, “You’re from England aren’t you?”
“Uh yeah I moved here about 2 months ago after my best friends wedding.”
“Well from one Englishmen to another, Welcome to New York.”
“Your from England?” he asked as they headed in the original direction he was going.
“Yeah I moved her about 2 years ago. Names Ingraham, Alie Ingraham.”
“Wea… Weasly, R… Ron Weasly.”
“I know that name, haven’t I met you somewhere before?” she asked.
“Well we do work in the same building, but I think I remember you from back when I lived in England.” He said as they entered the large ad company.
Ron lied he had seen her before in clubs, and around the office, he just never had the balls to say hi till now.
“Where about are you from in England?” Ron asked as they entered the elevator.
“Around Surrey, it’s a really small town I’m from, apparently the only entertaining this there is this house that looks like it’s about to fall over.” She said.
“That would be mine.” He said his cheeks turning red
“I knew I saw you somewhere before.” She said with a smile trying not to laugh that she had made him blush, as they got off on the 5th floor.
“Yup. Hey by the way where did you get the shirt from?” he asked indicating to it.
“Oh this, I found it in a thrift store.” She said as they stopped at where they had to separate, “well I gotta go.”
“Same, uh will you….” He started unable to continue.
“Yeah?” she asked.
“Will you go to lunch with me tomorrow?” he said quickly.
She smiled softly, “I’d love to.” She said she lightly kissed his cheek then left.
A half smile creped onto his face as his cheeks grew slightly pink. Tomorrow was going to be a beautiful day.