“But like I said – you’ve got to tell me, and probably remind me a time or two as too when and where it is. Because knowing me, I’d probably forget – like I do everything and make a ton of other plans and be in a complete mess. Though I’m rather good at that kind of thing, huh?” It happened more often than not, causing Gregg to sometimes wonder as to how he became gifted in his academics, athletics, and in the arts let in the area of common life he could be so lacking. Though a majority of the time he usually didn’t have to think that much, only when he was around Ali it seemed that a majority of his thinking process that had to deal with decision happened. Perhaps his lack of real decision making came from not wanting to disappoint anyone – it was a small piece of him he had grown up with, when he had been small it had been something he set in place namely around his father, and so when his father died he couldn’t think but in some way, the toddler at the time figured in some way it was his fault.
He fringed a small smile as he caught sight of his companion’s own smile, moving a small bit of his food about on his plate before going about to finish said meal. Pondering lightly over the choices of movies that where out, trying to think of what would be a good one to watch – he never had been one for movies know that he thought about it, probably the main reason he continued think of anything at this moment. His mind simply running blanks, perhaps he should consider phoning his mother and questioning her on what would be something good. Though as soon as that idea passed through his inner thoughts, he quickly threw it back out remembering the inner rant he had just had with himself a few moments before about his mother and her choice of movies worth watching – least in opinion. And he personally didn’t want to be rude to Ali if she wanted to watch something like that, but she’d have to not care when he drowned himself in the nearest source of water he could locate in a short amount of time.
Gregg really hadn’t noticed he had finished his food, least not till the small clinks he was making against his plate brought him away from his thoughts and brought him back into the real world, at least for a short moment anyway. Glancing downward at said plate before moving to place the piece of silverware along with the others. Bringing one of the extra napkins up, rubbing around his mouth for a brief moment. Before placing the used piece of cloth down alongside the plate. Glancing upward briefly at the girl that sat across from him. Smiling once more, this time for an unknown reason as he took another long drink from his soda, smiling still when he placed the glass back along the table, trying to figure out what had gotten him so oddly giddy all of a sudden.
Suppose it was just that it was because he was in the company of someone he thoroughly enjoyed, not saying he didn’t enjoy the baseball team or his classmates, it was just – Ali was different, perhaps it was because they had known one another for the time that they had. She was one of the main reasons he enjoyed the move to New Jersey from Georgia as much as he did. True, he was leaving a hell of lot behind when he had left the little states some hundreds miles south, but certain people had made it all the better for him, truly letting him know that he’d be able to start new here. And started new he did, though he knew in the back of his mind his real family – least what was left of them where always down there, as was where his mother and father, least where they had been buried. It wasn’t as if he didn’t accepted the family that had taken him in and adopted him close to seven years ago, he called them mom and dad – but he knew that these where his true parents.
Leaning back he watched lightly a bit as Ali went about finishing her dinner, once again, truthfully not enjoying the silence thickening out in the air, but it wasn’t as if he had anything to say or talk about. Hopefully though his lack of speech didn’t get Ali to thinking it was because he wasn’t enjoying himself or because he didn’t want to talk to her at all. Greggory finding himself musing once again though, watching still as she lied her silverware down atop her halfway empty plate, glancing upward toward him, which caused a large grin to break across his lips as he took another sip of his partly emptied drink, placing the glass back down along the tabletop. Glancing over his shoulder, and over where Ali sit, glancing about for the waitress that had taken Cole’s place as their little server for the night, hoping she’d bring the check along.
“Let me pay for this, and we’ll be gone. Then we can go and see if we can find a movie – then I’ll have to go by my house to get my things, and I could meet you back at your house seeing as we don’t live that far apart from one another.”
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Ali couldn't help but forcibly fight back a small frown that began to outline her lips as Gregg acknowledged his bad memory and the fact that more likely than not, he'd completely forget about Ali's homecoming... repeatedly. She had to admit to herself that Gregg's inability to remember things concerning her -- nevermind the fact that he had a bad memory in particular, she always had to make things a bit more personal than intended -- was a bit of a downer.
Gregg Archer was quickly gaining a bit of notoriety for sending mixed signals. The worst part about it was Gregg's apparent obliviousness to what he was doing. First he'd agreed to go eat with her, alone, at a quite private and secluded restaurant. Then he'd agreed to head back to her house with her -- alone -- for a bit of quality time, so to speak. Swimming and movies. Since when do you go to your friends' house when their parents are away without other intentions? But now, the icing on the cake was that Gregg conveniently brought up the fact that he'd probably forget her homecoming, something that by all rights he should remember.
She held in the sigh threatening to escape her lips.
She couldn't help but notice the almost out-of-place grin that seemed to spread across Gregg's features now and then, but Ali simply cast aside the thought. If there was one thing she had learned in the several years that she had known the young man sitting across from her, it was that most things that Gregg Archer did or said should be taken at face value only. It was almost humorous how someone with such high marks in academics could seem like such a shallow person. Gregg never seemed to have any sort of subconscious thought going on, just that ridiculous -- but cute -- smile plastered to his expression the majority of the time.
Her thoughts were broken as her companion mused about plans for the rest of the evening. Ali nodded absent-mindedly as she vaguely listened to what Gregg was saying. He was basically just reiterating the things that she'd already had planned out in her mind, if not in a bit different order. As he finished, however, a sly smile graced her features.
"There's only one thing wrong with that," she retorted, "Who said you were paying?"
It was right about that time that the blonde-headed waitress who had taken Colt's place tottered over to the duo, check in hand. Ali couldn't help but smirk at the fact that it was almost on cue. Without giving Gregg time to react, Ali all but snatched the check from Kallie's hand before virtually shoving a silver credit card -- written out in Mr. Grayston's name, of course -- into the blonde's hand. Kallie headed back toward the check-out podium, and Ali couldn't help but flash her counterpart a playful grin.
"You really should know better by now, Greggory," she mused, "It's pretty rude to invite somebody out and then expect them to pay for your meal."
As Kallie came back, check in hand, Ali accepted the pen the blonde offered her and sloppily scribbled a signature on the dinner receipt. Nodding in approval, Kallie quickly thanked the two before heading off toward the back. Ali hastily stood up, tossing a few dollars on the table to cover a tip for the blonde that had just tottered off once again, before anxiously tugging on her companion's arm to get him up from his seated position.
"Let's go, Gregg," she mused lightly, "The more time we have to waste our lives away in the video store, the better off we'll be... knowing you."
A playful smile once again graced her features as she awaited her companion to exit the chair.
Gregg Archer was quickly gaining a bit of notoriety for sending mixed signals. The worst part about it was Gregg's apparent obliviousness to what he was doing. First he'd agreed to go eat with her, alone, at a quite private and secluded restaurant. Then he'd agreed to head back to her house with her -- alone -- for a bit of quality time, so to speak. Swimming and movies. Since when do you go to your friends' house when their parents are away without other intentions? But now, the icing on the cake was that Gregg conveniently brought up the fact that he'd probably forget her homecoming, something that by all rights he should remember.
She held in the sigh threatening to escape her lips.
She couldn't help but notice the almost out-of-place grin that seemed to spread across Gregg's features now and then, but Ali simply cast aside the thought. If there was one thing she had learned in the several years that she had known the young man sitting across from her, it was that most things that Gregg Archer did or said should be taken at face value only. It was almost humorous how someone with such high marks in academics could seem like such a shallow person. Gregg never seemed to have any sort of subconscious thought going on, just that ridiculous -- but cute -- smile plastered to his expression the majority of the time.
Her thoughts were broken as her companion mused about plans for the rest of the evening. Ali nodded absent-mindedly as she vaguely listened to what Gregg was saying. He was basically just reiterating the things that she'd already had planned out in her mind, if not in a bit different order. As he finished, however, a sly smile graced her features.
"There's only one thing wrong with that," she retorted, "Who said you were paying?"
It was right about that time that the blonde-headed waitress who had taken Colt's place tottered over to the duo, check in hand. Ali couldn't help but smirk at the fact that it was almost on cue. Without giving Gregg time to react, Ali all but snatched the check from Kallie's hand before virtually shoving a silver credit card -- written out in Mr. Grayston's name, of course -- into the blonde's hand. Kallie headed back toward the check-out podium, and Ali couldn't help but flash her counterpart a playful grin.
"You really should know better by now, Greggory," she mused, "It's pretty rude to invite somebody out and then expect them to pay for your meal."
As Kallie came back, check in hand, Ali accepted the pen the blonde offered her and sloppily scribbled a signature on the dinner receipt. Nodding in approval, Kallie quickly thanked the two before heading off toward the back. Ali hastily stood up, tossing a few dollars on the table to cover a tip for the blonde that had just tottered off once again, before anxiously tugging on her companion's arm to get him up from his seated position.
"Let's go, Gregg," she mused lightly, "The more time we have to waste our lives away in the video store, the better off we'll be... knowing you."
A playful smile once again graced her features as she awaited her companion to exit the chair.
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Gregg found himself blinking – if not in a slight shock expression as Ali went on to explain about how she – though by the looks of it more or less her father, but as if he'd say anything against – would be paying for the meal, Gregg simply relaxing back into his seat with a smile watching with a amused look as soon as the young waitress began to pass the check over toward them Ali made quick work it before handing over the silver credit card to which Kallie simply blinked before turning where she should and returning toward the front of the restaurant.
He really should have learned right now that he shouldn't treat Ali like any other girl – she would probably hang him by his toes if she ever heard him thinking like this, but that's where he came off lucky, Ali couldn't mind minds. Least... he thought she couldn't... it really would be awkward if she could. Frowning a bit at this silly thought, he glanced back toward Ali with a simple shrug. "I'll make sure you invite me out to dinner more often then."
It was around that time when Kallie returned from the front, handing Ali both the card and a receipt for her little credit card purchase. Thanking them, Gregg returning his own thanks rather quickly as she made her way back toward the back – Gregg glancing toward his watch with a light look. It wasn't late yet, though if what he thought, and what Ali liked to remind him of, of how long he might take at the video store they where going to depart too.
"Mm. I promise to try and not to take that long – but ha, why try I'm just lying to myself there."
The blonde didn't stay sitting long as Ali began to pull against his arm in an attempt to get him up, he following shortly, standing a moment in order to brush away any spare crumbs of any sort that might have got out his partly decent dress clothes. Musing and draping the arm that Ali had been tugging out about her shoulders a bit, using the free hand to point out toward the exit. "Come along, next stop – what'll probably be where we live out the rest of our lives if my indecisiveness kicks into full gear."
He flashed another smile, removing his arm and starting a walk toward the exit, sighing a bit as he remembered in full where he had parked. Well at least he was going down the stairs this time instead of having to run up them, which was almost worse than a lot exercises that he had done for baseball and basketball in these past three years of high school.
He really should have learned right now that he shouldn't treat Ali like any other girl – she would probably hang him by his toes if she ever heard him thinking like this, but that's where he came off lucky, Ali couldn't mind minds. Least... he thought she couldn't... it really would be awkward if she could. Frowning a bit at this silly thought, he glanced back toward Ali with a simple shrug. "I'll make sure you invite me out to dinner more often then."
It was around that time when Kallie returned from the front, handing Ali both the card and a receipt for her little credit card purchase. Thanking them, Gregg returning his own thanks rather quickly as she made her way back toward the back – Gregg glancing toward his watch with a light look. It wasn't late yet, though if what he thought, and what Ali liked to remind him of, of how long he might take at the video store they where going to depart too.
"Mm. I promise to try and not to take that long – but ha, why try I'm just lying to myself there."
The blonde didn't stay sitting long as Ali began to pull against his arm in an attempt to get him up, he following shortly, standing a moment in order to brush away any spare crumbs of any sort that might have got out his partly decent dress clothes. Musing and draping the arm that Ali had been tugging out about her shoulders a bit, using the free hand to point out toward the exit. "Come along, next stop – what'll probably be where we live out the rest of our lives if my indecisiveness kicks into full gear."
He flashed another smile, removing his arm and starting a walk toward the exit, sighing a bit as he remembered in full where he had parked. Well at least he was going down the stairs this time instead of having to run up them, which was almost worse than a lot exercises that he had done for baseball and basketball in these past three years of high school.
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Fighting back the threat of crimson overtaking her cheeks as Gregg's arm fell loosely around her shoulders, Ali turned en suite and headed toward the exit of Garfields. She could almost swear that she felt the prying eyes of certain nearby waitresses bearing a hole into her back as the couple exited the restaurant. Of course, the semi-imagined spitefulness Ali couldn't help but feel from the Garfields waitstaff only made her want to parade herself around even more. As Gregg muttered another comment about the video store and the fact that the two would probably grow old and gray together inside with his horrible decision-making skills, she couldn't help but smile a bit.
"Well," she mused, "I don't think we'll grow old and gray inside... I think they'll shove you out about midnight when they decide they're ready to close."
She absent-mindedly trailed behind her companion toward the exit of Garfields as he unraveled his arm from around her shoulders. Next stop, video store. Ali noted the light sigh that escaped her counterpart's lips as they traveled through the quickly emptying corridors of the mall. A curious expression formulated across her features as she caught the unintentional noise. Of course, Ali didn't stop to think for a second that his misery could be caused over something so simple as having to run down a few... dozen... flights of stairs to free his car from the pit of eternal damnation from which he had parked. Ali habitually read further into things than need be, especially around Gregg, and this was no exception.
"Something wrong?" she inquired lightly.
Of course, her concerned thoughts were completely unfounded, but Ali was no mind-reader, and she was horrible at reading any sort of signal that her friend sent out. It was that skill, or lack thereof, that had gotten her into such a mess of tangled webs and confused emotions in the first place, she imagined. Thinking back, she couldn't really pinpoint the day when things had gone all topsy-turvy and she had first begun to see Gregg Archer as something far more than a friend. It seemed like so long ago now that the event had occurred and sent Ali into a tailspin of sorts. Before her mind could delve any further into the thoughts running through her head, she forced herself back into the present. She had plenty of time to daydream, fantasize, and theorize about how this all came to be later. Now, she should just enjoy what little time she was actually getting to spend with Gregg.
"Well," she mused, "I don't think we'll grow old and gray inside... I think they'll shove you out about midnight when they decide they're ready to close."
She absent-mindedly trailed behind her companion toward the exit of Garfields as he unraveled his arm from around her shoulders. Next stop, video store. Ali noted the light sigh that escaped her counterpart's lips as they traveled through the quickly emptying corridors of the mall. A curious expression formulated across her features as she caught the unintentional noise. Of course, Ali didn't stop to think for a second that his misery could be caused over something so simple as having to run down a few... dozen... flights of stairs to free his car from the pit of eternal damnation from which he had parked. Ali habitually read further into things than need be, especially around Gregg, and this was no exception.
"Something wrong?" she inquired lightly.
Of course, her concerned thoughts were completely unfounded, but Ali was no mind-reader, and she was horrible at reading any sort of signal that her friend sent out. It was that skill, or lack thereof, that had gotten her into such a mess of tangled webs and confused emotions in the first place, she imagined. Thinking back, she couldn't really pinpoint the day when things had gone all topsy-turvy and she had first begun to see Gregg Archer as something far more than a friend. It seemed like so long ago now that the event had occurred and sent Ali into a tailspin of sorts. Before her mind could delve any further into the thoughts running through her head, she forced herself back into the present. She had plenty of time to daydream, fantasize, and theorize about how this all came to be later. Now, she should just enjoy what little time she was actually getting to spend with Gregg.
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"You never know – I don't think a lot of the people that work in there are truly that observant to anything outside their own realm of thought." He mused a bit, moving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he walked along the length of the mall that housed the restaurants and other food locations, before leading out to the above ground and, namely in his case, underground parking area. Musing a bit on the thoughts – would they really, could they, lock them in there for the rest of their young, innocent, fragile lives? Gregg sure hoped not because they would have to near with the flames of hell via Ali and his over-protective mother.
He was a bit surprised at the lack of people hanging around in the corridors of the mall, usually it was rather packed... though, then again – it was starting to get into the later hours of the day and people where probably starting to head home into around this time he supposed, that or they where all located in another part of the mall. More interested in gossip, and clothes and shoes shopping instead of eating... that worked, he supposed, least in the areas of most teenagers.
Though as they continued walking along toward the exit and into the parking area, the question from Ali caught his attention, he glancing toward his female companion with a light glance. "Hmm? No nothing's wrong, I'm just mentally preparing myself for my workout in that of stair jogging."
Musing again, he grinned brightly nonetheless, watching her lightly. Lately she seemed to be swimming in a world of her own thoughts, Gregg's own thoughts racing as too figure as if he had, had anything to with any of this deep thinking the other seemed to be in as of late. Frowning in a slight manner, though before he let his take of his current state of mind he simply shook his head, musing a smile again. Circling his arm about his friend's shoulders again, "Well, either way, jogging or not – it'll all be worth it. Least I hope – that whole being locked in the video store isn't a tempting a thought, but I'll make sure not to take to long picking a video, because I am looking forward to actually swimming in a pool, and not some temporary thing."
He was a bit surprised at the lack of people hanging around in the corridors of the mall, usually it was rather packed... though, then again – it was starting to get into the later hours of the day and people where probably starting to head home into around this time he supposed, that or they where all located in another part of the mall. More interested in gossip, and clothes and shoes shopping instead of eating... that worked, he supposed, least in the areas of most teenagers.
Though as they continued walking along toward the exit and into the parking area, the question from Ali caught his attention, he glancing toward his female companion with a light glance. "Hmm? No nothing's wrong, I'm just mentally preparing myself for my workout in that of stair jogging."
Musing again, he grinned brightly nonetheless, watching her lightly. Lately she seemed to be swimming in a world of her own thoughts, Gregg's own thoughts racing as too figure as if he had, had anything to with any of this deep thinking the other seemed to be in as of late. Frowning in a slight manner, though before he let his take of his current state of mind he simply shook his head, musing a smile again. Circling his arm about his friend's shoulders again, "Well, either way, jogging or not – it'll all be worth it. Least I hope – that whole being locked in the video store isn't a tempting a thought, but I'll make sure not to take to long picking a video, because I am looking forward to actually swimming in a pool, and not some temporary thing."
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The sheer fact that Gregg seemed to genuinely excited about heading back to the Grayston mansion to go swimming made Ali smile. She had to admit that regardless of the tangled web of emotions she'd recently found herself emersed in, she still enjoyed spending time with Gregg. It didn't happen quite as much these days as when they were younger -- more often than not Gregg was replaced by Sera because he was unavailable -- and truthfully, she hated that.
Her best friend's arm wrapped around her shoulders once again and she found herself leaning her head against his shoulder. It was times like these that she couldn't control the thoughts that there might be more between them than meets the eye. Of course, as she cast a sidelong glance at her companion, she subconsiously knew that most, if not all of Gregg's actions were completely innocent and devoid of any sort of ulterior motive.
She couldn't help but think to herself that that was the reason why she liked him -- and the reason she couldn't stand him -- all wrapped in one big tangle of hormones and emotions. She once again forced the thoughts into the back of her mind, intent on not dwelling on what could, should, and might've been. Live in the present, right? She'd tell him everything one day, she'd promised herself that much... it was just a matter of finding the day that she could finally confess everything to him -- and finding the day when Gregg Archer could possibly understand something so complicated and inexplicable.
As they descended the first set of steps into the B1 floor of the parking garage, Ali spotted the bright red Corvette she'd heisted from the Grayston household earlier. Turning to look at her companion, she embraced him once again, smiling to herself as she did so. From here it was off to the video rental place, and from there, back to her own home to await her friend's arrival. When they were younger, Gregg used to leave his swimming trunks and extra clothing over at the Graystons since he was always there.
Then again, she supposed, there was a big difference between a seven year old and a seventeen year old doing such things.
"I'll meet you at the Blockbuster down the street from your house, okay?" she stated simply.
Meandering over to the fiery red vehicle and hitting the autolock to unlock its doors before leaning up against it, she once again turned to her companion. It never occurred to her that it might be a nice thing to do to offer Gregg a ride down into the depths of hell where he'd had to park his car. In that regard, Ali was a pretty self-centered individual. She rarely stopped to think about other people, even people she cared about deeply.
"So we'll head there, then you'll meet me at my house after you swing home and get your things, right?"
That seemed to be the general plan, and it was the best one she could come up with. At least that way, he had a little time to prepare for the impromptu visit she was about to receive. She hadn't planned on Gregg coming over that evening, and now she secretly worried that the house was a mess or something. Of course, she had no such need to fret, that's why the Graystons paid people to keep the place spic and span. After a moment she turned and opened the driver's side door to the vehicle before sliding into the front seat. Next stop, Blockbuster.
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Her best friend's arm wrapped around her shoulders once again and she found herself leaning her head against his shoulder. It was times like these that she couldn't control the thoughts that there might be more between them than meets the eye. Of course, as she cast a sidelong glance at her companion, she subconsiously knew that most, if not all of Gregg's actions were completely innocent and devoid of any sort of ulterior motive.
She couldn't help but think to herself that that was the reason why she liked him -- and the reason she couldn't stand him -- all wrapped in one big tangle of hormones and emotions. She once again forced the thoughts into the back of her mind, intent on not dwelling on what could, should, and might've been. Live in the present, right? She'd tell him everything one day, she'd promised herself that much... it was just a matter of finding the day that she could finally confess everything to him -- and finding the day when Gregg Archer could possibly understand something so complicated and inexplicable.
As they descended the first set of steps into the B1 floor of the parking garage, Ali spotted the bright red Corvette she'd heisted from the Grayston household earlier. Turning to look at her companion, she embraced him once again, smiling to herself as she did so. From here it was off to the video rental place, and from there, back to her own home to await her friend's arrival. When they were younger, Gregg used to leave his swimming trunks and extra clothing over at the Graystons since he was always there.
Then again, she supposed, there was a big difference between a seven year old and a seventeen year old doing such things.
"I'll meet you at the Blockbuster down the street from your house, okay?" she stated simply.
Meandering over to the fiery red vehicle and hitting the autolock to unlock its doors before leaning up against it, she once again turned to her companion. It never occurred to her that it might be a nice thing to do to offer Gregg a ride down into the depths of hell where he'd had to park his car. In that regard, Ali was a pretty self-centered individual. She rarely stopped to think about other people, even people she cared about deeply.
"So we'll head there, then you'll meet me at my house after you swing home and get your things, right?"
That seemed to be the general plan, and it was the best one she could come up with. At least that way, he had a little time to prepare for the impromptu visit she was about to receive. She hadn't planned on Gregg coming over that evening, and now she secretly worried that the house was a mess or something. Of course, she had no such need to fret, that's why the Graystons paid people to keep the place spic and span. After a moment she turned and opened the driver's side door to the vehicle before sliding into the front seat. Next stop, Blockbuster.
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Gregg continued along, following alongside Ali in her steps as they made their way outside of the mall and into the parking area, the bright red car that Ali had decided to drive sticking out like a sore thumb in the poorly lit parking garage. And he could only wonder, if the lights down here weren't that grand – one could only wonder how it went the further one descended into the pit of the parking garage, it would probably be must difficult to locate his little 1973 VW Bug – black in all the horrid glory, grand to try and find if what he figured to happen, would.
The sudden embrace from Ali brought him away from the worries of the soon run down into hell, and if lightly would be proper enough to locate his car long enough to return the hug. Going over the next plan of action lightly in his head, that being heading off to the video store before he'd swing by his house and grab some extra clothes – he wishing somewhere in his mind he still kept some over at Ali's house like he used to when they where younger – before meeting Ali back up at her house to do whatever planned; that just being swimming and watching the movie, whatever that might be.
He nodded when Ali pretty much spoke his thoughts into a voiced plan, "Oright then, I'll meet you over there when I can, how ever long it takes me to get out of here." Gregg mused, watching as she turned to start returning to her own car, voicing out the rest of the plans as she neared it.
Nodding once more in agreement she gave the girl a brief wave before turning and moving toward the entrance into the stairwell that would send him into his further trip downward into the hellish pits of underground parking, though as he figured before, least he wasn't running up this time. Shrugging somewhat at thoughts he began moving down the stairs, taking a flight at a time. He making a mental note as he did to make sure to try either getting here earlier, or trying to a bit harder to find decent parking instead of just taking the first thing he could get.
But then again – neither where likely to happen in the terms of Greggory Daniel Archer.
Shaking his head lightly, he really did need to get his act together – least in the terms of anything social... when it came to anything that wasn't school related, he was such the air head, for the lack of a better term on his part, making a note somewhere in his brain to find out when the homecoming walk was for Ali's school and make sure he came, the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint his friend... after Ali had been so kind to him when he first moved here, he should at least return the favor to some degree, no matter how little it was.
Reaching the floor Gregg remembered he had park in, he exited through the doorway, glancing about, and noting though the lighting wasn't any better where Ali had parked, it wasn't any worse and locating his car wasn't as hard as he had forced himself to believe. Removing the keys from his pocket, and unlocking the car door, he slid in, sighing a slight bit and he started up and started out of the parking garage spawned from the depths of hell and other such.
Next stop, Blockbuster - if he didn't get lost trying to get out here and then there - and then his house after a, hopefully, quick movie search and find.
The sudden embrace from Ali brought him away from the worries of the soon run down into hell, and if lightly would be proper enough to locate his car long enough to return the hug. Going over the next plan of action lightly in his head, that being heading off to the video store before he'd swing by his house and grab some extra clothes – he wishing somewhere in his mind he still kept some over at Ali's house like he used to when they where younger – before meeting Ali back up at her house to do whatever planned; that just being swimming and watching the movie, whatever that might be.
He nodded when Ali pretty much spoke his thoughts into a voiced plan, "Oright then, I'll meet you over there when I can, how ever long it takes me to get out of here." Gregg mused, watching as she turned to start returning to her own car, voicing out the rest of the plans as she neared it.
Nodding once more in agreement she gave the girl a brief wave before turning and moving toward the entrance into the stairwell that would send him into his further trip downward into the hellish pits of underground parking, though as he figured before, least he wasn't running up this time. Shrugging somewhat at thoughts he began moving down the stairs, taking a flight at a time. He making a mental note as he did to make sure to try either getting here earlier, or trying to a bit harder to find decent parking instead of just taking the first thing he could get.
But then again – neither where likely to happen in the terms of Greggory Daniel Archer.
Shaking his head lightly, he really did need to get his act together – least in the terms of anything social... when it came to anything that wasn't school related, he was such the air head, for the lack of a better term on his part, making a note somewhere in his brain to find out when the homecoming walk was for Ali's school and make sure he came, the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint his friend... after Ali had been so kind to him when he first moved here, he should at least return the favor to some degree, no matter how little it was.
Reaching the floor Gregg remembered he had park in, he exited through the doorway, glancing about, and noting though the lighting wasn't any better where Ali had parked, it wasn't any worse and locating his car wasn't as hard as he had forced himself to believe. Removing the keys from his pocket, and unlocking the car door, he slid in, sighing a slight bit and he started up and started out of the parking garage spawned from the depths of hell and other such.
Next stop, Blockbuster - if he didn't get lost trying to get out here and then there - and then his house after a, hopefully, quick movie search and find.
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