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missmara13It has begun!
Posting now ebcause I'm going with my mom to her office christmas party tonight after she gets off work and I don't know for sure when I'll get home, so... it could be really late if I wait... lol
He met her at his first party at Berkeley, a tiny brunette using her purse to beat the crap out of a frat boy who'd tried to shove his hand up her shirt. Ryan stood back, watching and wincing each time the purse hit the guy. His first instinct was to jump in, but he had a feeling that wouldn't go over well.
"Dude! Help!" the frat boy said, looking over at Ryan in desperation.
"Nah, I think she's doing fine on her own," Ryan replied, leaning against the low stone wall outside the house. "But I'll stick around in case you manage to rub your two brain cells together and get the upper hand."
"Not likely," the girl said, kicking the frat boy in the ass as he scrambled to his feet and tried to run off. "Try it again, and I will shove my stiletto up your ass!" she called after him.
"Never know with guys like that, he might secretly enjoy it," Ryan said.
The girl turned, eyes blazing, then a grin split her face and she laughed. "You could be right," she said as she came over and hoisted herself up onto the wall, absently kicking her legs into the air. "I'm Isabella," she said, holding out her hand.
"Ryan," he replied, taking it and smiling at her firm handshake. "I like your style," he added, tilting his head towards where she'd been beating up the frat boy. "Very classy."
"Never mess with an Italian girl who has 5 brothers," Isabella replied. "I learned to fight just to survive their reputations."
"And their friends getting grabby hands," Ryan guessed.
Isabella blushed slightly, nodding. "Yeah, that too."
Ryan smiled. "See, my problem was the brothers of the girls I liked," he said. "Good thing I had a big brother to kick their asses right back while I was still curled up in a ball whimpering."
Isabella burst out laughing. "I can't picture that," she said.
"I was 11, had only just really decided girls weren't disgusting, and right after I have my first kiss that doesn't involve a girl chasing me all over the playground and tackling me, her brother starts kicking my ass. Almost scared me off girls."
"Except not?" Isabella guessed.
"I like 'em a little too much to be scared off for long," Ryan said. "But I lasted a week."
"Such willpower!" Isabella mocked.
Ryan ducked his head, embarassed. "Hey, at least I never randomly shoved my hands up a girl's shirt."
"I'm sure you didn't," Isabella said.
"I always stayed over the shirt," Ryan said seriously, managing to keep a straight face until Isabella burst out laughing, throwing her head back. "You wanna go back inside?" he asked.
"How about we go to the Cafe and get some coffee instead?" Isabella suggested.
"Sounds good," Ryan agreed, pushing off the wall. He turned towards Isabella and smiled when she held out her arms in a request for help getting down.
"So," she said when he set her on her feet. "Tell me why you're wearing that ancient sweatshirt."
"It's kind of a long story."
"We've got all night," Isabella replied.
"It starts when I was 15 and meet this guy with insane eyebrows..." Ryan began.
The End
Posting now ebcause I'm going with my mom to her office christmas party tonight after she gets off work and I don't know for sure when I'll get home, so... it could be really late if I wait... lol
He met her at his first party at Berkeley, a tiny brunette using her purse to beat the crap out of a frat boy who'd tried to shove his hand up her shirt. Ryan stood back, watching and wincing each time the purse hit the guy. His first instinct was to jump in, but he had a feeling that wouldn't go over well.
"Dude! Help!" the frat boy said, looking over at Ryan in desperation.
"Nah, I think she's doing fine on her own," Ryan replied, leaning against the low stone wall outside the house. "But I'll stick around in case you manage to rub your two brain cells together and get the upper hand."
"Not likely," the girl said, kicking the frat boy in the ass as he scrambled to his feet and tried to run off. "Try it again, and I will shove my stiletto up your ass!" she called after him.
"Never know with guys like that, he might secretly enjoy it," Ryan said.
The girl turned, eyes blazing, then a grin split her face and she laughed. "You could be right," she said as she came over and hoisted herself up onto the wall, absently kicking her legs into the air. "I'm Isabella," she said, holding out her hand.
"Ryan," he replied, taking it and smiling at her firm handshake. "I like your style," he added, tilting his head towards where she'd been beating up the frat boy. "Very classy."
"Never mess with an Italian girl who has 5 brothers," Isabella replied. "I learned to fight just to survive their reputations."
"And their friends getting grabby hands," Ryan guessed.
Isabella blushed slightly, nodding. "Yeah, that too."
Ryan smiled. "See, my problem was the brothers of the girls I liked," he said. "Good thing I had a big brother to kick their asses right back while I was still curled up in a ball whimpering."
Isabella burst out laughing. "I can't picture that," she said.
"I was 11, had only just really decided girls weren't disgusting, and right after I have my first kiss that doesn't involve a girl chasing me all over the playground and tackling me, her brother starts kicking my ass. Almost scared me off girls."
"Except not?" Isabella guessed.
"I like 'em a little too much to be scared off for long," Ryan said. "But I lasted a week."
"Such willpower!" Isabella mocked.
Ryan ducked his head, embarassed. "Hey, at least I never randomly shoved my hands up a girl's shirt."
"I'm sure you didn't," Isabella said.
"I always stayed over the shirt," Ryan said seriously, managing to keep a straight face until Isabella burst out laughing, throwing her head back. "You wanna go back inside?" he asked.
"How about we go to the Cafe and get some coffee instead?" Isabella suggested.
"Sounds good," Ryan agreed, pushing off the wall. He turned towards Isabella and smiled when she held out her arms in a request for help getting down.
"So," she said when he set her on her feet. "Tell me why you're wearing that ancient sweatshirt."
"It's kind of a long story."
"We've got all night," Isabella replied.
"It starts when I was 15 and meet this guy with insane eyebrows..." Ryan began.
The End
