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When We First Met [[2x01: The Second Summer]] SEASON PREMIERE!!
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8 comments? please and thank you. Story: A year has passed, and these two souls haven't been in contact at all. Isabelle went to Rome, and studied her heart out, finding the experience enlightening. Jason worked at the chocolate shop, and I'm guessing he ate more chocolate than he did make it. And of course, there were those pretty Italian girls walking around . . . So now we've reached the second summer, or the summer after that. Tuesday, July 13th, 5:48 PM ; Winchester Park, Chicago [Jason] She was hot. No doubt about that. And she was also my girlfriend. Even better (: Olivia Johnson [Demi Lovato, for those of you who have forgotten] and I had been going out for three days. I had met her at the airport, when she accidentally crashed her luggage cart into mine. And we clicked, just like that. Enough said. So now, we were walking hand-in-hand in the park, like lovers. The wind was blowing her hair around, and I could faintly smell the fragrance of her shampoo. It was like floral pot or something. We sat down on a nearby bench. "So what are your plans for the week?" I asked her casually, fiddling with a lock of her wavy hair. She smiled. "Just the usual. Probably going shopping with my friends this week. My best friend's sister's wedding is on Saturday, so yeah," she answered. "Is she hot?" I asked Olivia, with a wink. Her mouth went into that gasping O shape that a lot of girls make when they're trying to be flirtatious. "She's getting married, you doofus. Just for that, I'm not going to sneak you in," she retorted, with a smirk. "Ever heard of the Wedding Crashers?" I asked. Okay, that was just cheesy. She noticed the cheese-nisity rate and kind of smacked me on the shoulder, in a friendly way. I could smell the smell of hot dogs wafting up here. There was a cart parked nearby, and my mouth suddenly craved one. "I'm gonna go get a hot dog. Be right back," I told her, getting up and stretching my legs. She smiled and nodded, and then I was gone. -------------------- Same time ; same place, at the hot dog cart [Isabelle] "All I'm saying is that I'd like a little less mustard next time, okay?" I angrily told the guy manning the cart. He was such a wimp. He made me a hot dog, but it was half-frozen. The next one was burnt. And this one was dripping with mustard. Gross. This is what I get for eating meat after 6 months, huh? "Sorry . . . sorry," he muttered quickly, in somewhat of a Spanish accent. I paid him and then walked a little distance away, munching on a salty hot dog. "Can I get a Number 8?" I heard his next customer. Hold on, that voice sounded awfully familiar . . . I steadily continued to eat my food, as if I hadn't noticed the person who had just ordered. Too late for that though; he had already spotted me. I could hear his heavy footsteps behind me, trying to get to me. "Isabelle? Is that you?" he asked, his tone half-amazed. I turned around, forcing back a grimace. "Hello, Mr. Hernandez," I said, rather stiffly and formally. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "And what's with the meat? I thought you were on the no-food diet or something." "Are you saying I'm annorexic?" "No . . . no. Just--how are ya?!" he asked excitedly, not being able string coherent sentences together. Before I could respond, he caught me in a huge bear hug. And I must say, as much as I hated him, the feeling of falling into his arms was one of the best I've ever felt. I tried not to look too comfortable though. "I'm fine." "What are you doing here? I thought you lived in California, with the rest of the bottle blondes," he remarked offhandedly. I narrowed my eyes angrily. Why is he taking digs at me? I wondered. "Yes, I live there. But my sister's getting married here," I explained. "Oh." "What about you?" I asked. My attempt at masking my curiosity was futile. "My mom's on some business here, and she dragged me along. Her clients are bogus though. Keep requesting stupid orange roses and salmon filets and all this crap. My mom's going nuts," he told me. Hang on. Diana's [Isabelle's sister; Vanessa Hudgens] favorite flowers were orange roses. In fact, all of the flower arrangements were orange roses. Could it be . . . ? -------------------- Same time ; same place [Jason] "Soooo . . . what brings you to the park, specifically?" she asked. It was said in the warmest tone I had heard since I bumped into her today. "Eh. Kind of on a date with someone. In fact, she's waiting for me," I said, waving to Olivia in the distance. Isabelle squinted, as if trying to get a better view of her. "Oh. Well, have fun," she said. And with that, she tossed the remaining half of her hot dog in the trash and walked away. --------------------
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xojubellaa
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When We First Met [[2x01: The Second Summer]] SEASON PREMIERE!!
Description:
8 comments? please and thank you. Story: A year has passed, and these two souls haven't been in contact at all. Isabelle went to Rome, and studied her heart out, finding the experience enlightening. Jason worked at the chocolate shop, and I'm guessing he ate more chocolate than he did make it. And of course, there were those pretty Italian girls walking around . . . So now we've reached the second summer, or the summer after that. Tuesday, July 13th, 5:48 PM ; Winchester Park, Chicago [Jason] She was hot. No doubt about that. And she was also my girlfriend. Even better (: Olivia Johnson [Demi Lovato, for those of you who have forgotten] and I had been going out for three days. I had met her at the airport, when she accidentally crashed her luggage cart into mine. And we clicked, just like that. Enough said. So now, we were walking hand-in-hand in the park, like lovers. The wind was blowing her hair around, and I could faintly smell the fragrance of her shampoo. It was like floral pot or something. We sat down on a nearby bench. "So what are your plans for the week?" I asked her casually, fiddling with a lock of her wavy hair. She smiled. "Just the usual. Probably going shopping with my friends this week. My best friend's sister's wedding is on Saturday, so yeah," she answered. "Is she hot?" I asked Olivia, with a wink. Her mouth went into that gasping O shape that a lot of girls make when they're trying to be flirtatious. "She's getting married, you doofus. Just for that, I'm not going to sneak you in," she retorted, with a smirk. "Ever heard of the Wedding Crashers?" I asked. Okay, that was just cheesy. She noticed the cheese-nisity rate and kind of smacked me on the shoulder, in a friendly way. I could smell the smell of hot dogs wafting up here. There was a cart parked nearby, and my mouth suddenly craved one. "I'm gonna go get a hot dog. Be right back," I told her, getting up and stretching my legs. She smiled and nodded, and then I was gone. -------------------- Same time ; same place, at the hot dog cart [Isabelle] "All I'm saying is that I'd like a little less mustard next time, okay?" I angrily told the guy manning the cart. He was such a wimp. He made me a hot dog, but it was half-frozen. The next one was burnt. And this one was dripping with mustard. Gross. This is what I get for eating meat after 6 months, huh? "Sorry . . . sorry," he muttered quickly, in somewhat of a Spanish accent. I paid him and then walked a little distance away, munching on a salty hot dog. "Can I get a Number 8?" I heard his next customer. Hold on, that voice sounded awfully familiar . . . I steadily continued to eat my food, as if I hadn't noticed the person who had just ordered. Too late for that though; he had already spotted me. I could hear his heavy footsteps behind me, trying to get to me. "Isabelle? Is that you?" he asked, his tone half-amazed. I turned around, forcing back a grimace. "Hello, Mr. Hernandez," I said, rather stiffly and formally. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "And what's with the meat? I thought you were on the no-food diet or something." "Are you saying I'm annorexic?" "No . . . no. Just--how are ya?!" he asked excitedly, not being able string coherent sentences together. Before I could respond, he caught me in a huge bear hug. And I must say, as much as I hated him, the feeling of falling into his arms was one of the best I've ever felt. I tried not to look too comfortable though. "I'm fine." "What are you doing here? I thought you lived in California, with the rest of the bottle blondes," he remarked offhandedly. I narrowed my eyes angrily. Why is he taking digs at me? I wondered. "Yes, I live there. But my sister's getting married here," I explained. "Oh." "What about you?" I asked. My attempt at masking my curiosity was futile. "My mom's on some business here, and she dragged me along. Her clients are bogus though. Keep requesting stupid orange roses and salmon filets and all this crap. My mom's going nuts," he told me. Hang on. Diana's [Isabelle's sister; Vanessa Hudgens] favorite flowers were orange roses. In fact, all of the flower arrangements were orange roses. Could it be . . . ? -------------------- Same time ; same place [Jason] "Soooo . . . what brings you to the park, specifically?" she asked. It was said in the warmest tone I had heard since I bumped into her today. "Eh. Kind of on a date with someone. In fact, she's waiting for me," I said, waving to Olivia in the distance. Isabelle squinted, as if trying to get a better view of her. "Oh. Well, have fun," she said. And with that, she tossed the remaining half of her hot dog in the trash and walked away. --------------------
Author:
xojubellaa
Tags:
when, we, first, met, season, two, chapter, one,
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