smiling for you }} lachlan x odessa }} anzie

[k!ah]

It had been two days exactly since I had meet him. Two days. And it had been a little less than two days in which I had seen him… but that was going to change because tonight he will he here, he will be knocking on my door at any moment ready to take me out for the night. My feet were still tender, the stitches he had placed in them slowly falling out as the sliced flesh begun to heal itself. I remembered that night like it had only happened a few hours ago. I remember how flustered I had been. I had been on something close to an emotional roller coaster, my whole mood changing within minutes. It was a horrible first impression, but something about it must have caught his attention other wise I wouldn't be seeing him again, not tonight, not ever and something about that made my heart squeeze slightly because despite everything I wanted to see him again, I wanted to hear his voice or to see that cocky smile. All of it.

But, I remind myself firmly, this wasn't a date, this was a thank-you. When I had asked him out for dinner my arms had shaken, my fingers playing nervously with one another in my laps. I had stuttered a bit, my words coming out in a jumbled mess and I was almost positive that he would have just walked out he door then and there if I hadn’t of taken a breath and asked the question more directly, reassuring him that I wasn't expecting anything from him, and that it was just a thank-you and that I would pay for it all. I remember all to clearly the way his lips had turned up at the corners, as though he was questioning my intentions as it just being a ‘thank-you’ and nothing more… and maybe, just maybe, he was right.

Hastily I flatten a crease that had managed to climb into the material of my black dress, my eyes studying the girl in the reflection of the mirror which hung on a wall clean of any pictures, of anything that would make it seem like more than just a house. The reflection has pale skin, the black dress falling to just below halfway down the thigh. Sleeves which gently cupped the shoulders made her frame look thin and delicate and her lips were a pale pink, honey brown hair falling over her shoulders like a fountain.

Oddly satisfied by the girl reflected in front of me a smile paints my lips. It was odd, wasn't it? I had known this boy for less than two days and I barely knew anything about him, but yet I was smiling more than I had in for so long, real smiles, smiles that slowly grew more and more comfortable on my lips. It scared me, I guess. It scared me that someone could make me feel this way, so nervous but yet so excited at the same time. That night, that night when I had emotions all over the place was the first night I had ever let someone see the real me and he didn't run, he stayed, he helped me after I cracked the shits and cried in his arms. And then I had made a big deal about him coming into my home, and he still didn't look at me as though I was some crazy girl…

A gentle knock at the door leads me to grab my small bag, one that was showing signs of wear, my eyes glancing around the cold bare room that was supposed to be called my home before a small ‘‘I’m coming’’ escaping my lips. I reach the door and pause, taking a moment to compose myself into someone who looked calm and, well, composed. I allow a small sincere smile to dance at the edge of my lips, before opening the door that revealed the boy known as Lachlan. “H-hi,” I manage, “you ready for the ‘thank-you’ dinner?” You ask looking at the ground for a moment, suddenly a little nervous in his presence, before looking him back in the eyes, trying to regain the loose of confidence.

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Lachlan Callaghan
what would i do without your smart mouth?

district 6

male

eighteen

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It's not a date.

Granted the very definition of date is a social or romantic appointment or engagement; while this may or may not fall under the category of romantic it's certainly social. And if it's social then it's somewhat-kind-of a date, technically if nothing else. And dates are somewhat-kind-of formal, aren't they? It's because of this that Lachlan convinces himself he's not grossly overdressed in his Sunday best (a white shirt and his newest pair of jeans have never done him wrong, after all).

Nevertheless, as he makes his way to where he's spent the last couple of days casually wandering by (all the while cussing himself out for acting like some kind of lovesick teenager, which he totally isn't nope nuh-uh, not at all) trying to gather the courage to knock on the door to say his hello, how'd-ye-do's (courage he didn't have to gather because obviously he's not the one who's got his heart on the line here; it doesn't matter that he didn't knock at all), he feels stupidly overdressed.

Maybe the flowers are a bit much.

Honestly, he's starting to get sick of himself.

It's all her fault, Lachlan thinks grumpily to himself. If she wasn't... wasn't so perfect or lovely or if she didn't look so much like her this would never have been a problem in the first place. He'd just have taken what he wanted and gone on his merry way, never mind the number of shattered hearts he leaves behind in his wake.

(He's never minded before, and he's not sure why the thought unsettles him now.)

"Idiot," he tells himself. It's just a date.

Oh God it's a date.

He's not emotionally prepared for this.

Lachlan is maybe two steps into Odessa's walkway when he's hit with the realization that he's going on an actual date, one where his feelings are actually involved (which they aren't - what feelings, where?); it should be a milestone for him but Lachlan realizes just how not ready he is for this sort of thing. All I know is to play with people's feelings; what if I end up hurting her? Obviously if she rejects him that would be a bad thing - for both his reputation and himself; not to mention that he'd have hooked himself onto her for nothing. And she'd be hurt and will probably never look at me again.

(Just like her.)

"Idiot."

Shut up, he snarls back. Lachlan forces himself to breathe, sucking in air like it might run out. If it happens again... I have to make sure she's not hurt. Ever.

Nodding once to himself firmly, Lachlan straightens from where he'd started to panic in some kind of crouched, fetal position and eyes his clothes. Well, grass-stains are less formal, he muses, and he smiles at what he imagines to be Odessa's amused face. He tugs on his shirt to neaten it up as best he can; the flowers he tucks behind his back as he walks to Odessa's front door.

He knocks.

"I'm coming!" Lachlan listens as he hears Odessa's footsteps patter over the ground as she hurries for the door. A smile tugs at his mouth when he imagines her all flustered, trying to get... whatever it is girls do before a not-a-date-but-kind-of-a-date-too done. She's perfect.

Perfection embodies itself before him when Odessa opens the door, her beautiful eyes practically shining as she takes in Lachlan's appearance. They drop shyly as she says, “H-hi. You ready for the ‘thank-you’ dinner?" Lachlan catches the nervous look when she flicks her gaze back up to his, and he can't help but smile a little wider.

"You look beautiful," he tells her. In truth, as caught up as he is in her eyes Lachlan's not actually looked at her dress; he does so now before sending her a teasingly wicked grin, trying to ignore the fact that she's... just... it'snotadate. "Just for me?" Lachlan teases her. Then, pulling the flowers out from behind his back, he says, "Oh, I almost forgot. Flowers for the gorgeous lady."

took me waaaay too long to get into his head, and this ended up happier than I thought it would.

[k!ah]

Never before had I ever been on a date. Yes I had gone out with friends, but that was nothing because around my friends my guard is up. My smiles are artificial and the words that slip past my lips are words that do not belong to me. In this world, in this district their ought to be only a small handful of people who actually knew the real me, who could actually see past the smile which appeared to be real… But, I remind myself this wasn't a date, I had made it clear, hadn't I? Then why was I so nervous? Sighing I allow a smile to play on m lips, trying to ignore the butterflies which were flying around persistently in the pit of my stomach. I needed to look confident, comfortable even.

I cant help but notice the way his smile grows ever so slightly at my nervous glance, only making my checks flush the slight colour of a rose petal. "You look beautiful,” he ways and i try to listen for something that would give me a reason to doubt his words but from as far as I could tell he actually meant it. And because of this my face only flushes a deeper red. I brush the hair out of my eyes in a way to try and conceal the embarrassment which played all over my features. Maybe the dress was to much, to dressy for a thank -you dinner. Swallowing nervously, I take a step away from the door to my house and allow it to close behind me where I turn away from Lachlan to click it lock, safe from any wandering souls who thought it might be a great idea to have a peak around the empty house.

I turn around to him taking a closer look at the clothing which was draped across your thin body, a wicked grin paints itself across his face as the word "Just for me?” slip between his lips. I fight the urge to knock him on the shoulder and to tell him to shut up, my lips resulting in a smile which clear showed my embarrassment- I knew it had been too much. But before I can say anything he whips out a bunch of flowers behind his back (they were beautiful, filled with lovely shades of purples and blues and deep oranges and all of together creating a story that only I could read.)

I raise my eyebrow at him, suddenly my nerves gaining some control. “Flowers?” I ask him, my voice almost mocking. “Is this what you give all the ladies before you take them out on a date? Seduce them with pretty flowers before you even leave the house?” I tease before realising that I had slipped up. “I mean thank you dinner of course, cause this isn't a date,” A chuckle escapes my lips but it doesn't sound right, slightly higher than it should have been. Smooth.

“Thank-you, they are beautiful,” I manage to say, holding the bunch of bright coloured flowers in front of me happily. “I’ll just put them inside, be back in a sec.” I leave him without another word, slipping into the house in which I had just locked. I didn't have no fancy vase but I had a long glass tube which could serve as one. Grabbing it out of the cupboard I fill it with a bit of water before walking over to the bare counter of the kitchen. I pause for a moment, my eyes examine the room around me. The room itself looked cold and unwelcoming, just the way I had intended it to look because this house was no home, it was a safe house, a hide away place. A frown slips onto my forehead for a moment before you place the flowers into the middle of the room. Instantly everything seemed to look brighter and I was surprised to see that I didn't actually hate it, but kind of like it.

Satisfied I walk back down the path I had come until I was back out of the door, locking it firmly in lace for the second time in just a few minutes. “Ok, lets go.” I bounce out of Lachlan's away, my feet aching slightly from the injuries which covered them.

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Lachlan Callaghan
what would i do without your smart mouth?

district 6

male

eighteen

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"Is this what you give all the ladies before you take them out on a date?"

A date.

Odessa giggles at herself but Lachlan can only fixate on the word she used to describe their time out - date - and he finds himself thinking, Well, I guess we're both in the same boat. It brings a small smile to his face, and he amuses himself watching her beam at the bouquet of flowers he'd produced - seemingly out of nowhere, he thinks, in what should be her opinion anyway. "Thank you, they are beautiful. I'll just put them inside, be back in a sec." She darts away without a second glance, leaving him feeling a little bereft of her presence (and her light).

Maybe he's not supposed to follow her in but Lachlan does, hovering at the entrance to study the house in fading daylight. It's just as dark with the sun as it is without, like any ray sizzles into nothingness the moment light touches the surface of the place. It's cold, it discourages visitors, and Lachlan feels at home in its chilly embrace.

It is similar to the place he's spent the better part of the previous year avoiding, anyway - only that he's not on the verge of doing something incredibly stupid every single moment he spends here. It's the same, but also different, and also good. He thinks that he could get used to hanging around here, getting to know Odessa better-

Wait.

Back it up.

This is a one-time thing, Callaghan. There's no second time is there? The thought shouldn't disturb him as much as it does, because he's all about one-time, one-night stands. Lachlan leans against the door frame and glances at the room Odessa disappeared into. Is it wrong if I want more?

He sighs. Well, he thinks, if I treat her right, maybe there will be second times with this.

"God, I'm stupid," he says aloud to himself.

"Okay, let's go."

Lachlan startles - badly, not that he'd admit it, because Odessa has nudged him out the door and is locking it firmly behind her. Worry he really shouldn't be feeling is chewing on his brain like some kind of toothless baby, and Lachlan wonders whether she'd heard him, whether she's thinking that he's stupid for going out with a girl he met for, what, an hour? Or maybe she'll just be upset thinking that he thinks he's stupid for going out with her when-

And of course there is no way to bring this up, he thinks grumpily to himself. God, I'm stupid.

He puts it away.

Odessa has skipped a little ahead of him, and Lachlan jogs to catch up. She doesn't seem angry...

"So, where do you want to go to first?" he asks lightly. Lachlan steps closer to her and slides an arm around her shoulders. "Dinner, or a walk? We shouldn't go too far, just in case your feet start hurting or anything - how are they, anyway?" He peers down at them curiously. "You seem to be walking fine," he murmurs. That's good.

[k!ah]

I am a couple paces ahead of him now, my shoes slidding along the ground slightly as I come t a halt. There was something bothering me, I thought I had heard Lachlan mumble something just before I guided him out of the door. I knew I was being petty, I knew that I was probally exaggerating. It was probably nothing but it was still poking around at the edge of my mind, like that annoying fly which was attracted to that crumble left of the kitchen bench. A frown slips onto my forehead for the briefest of moments before a smile which was ever so familiar replaces it. It wasn't one of those genuine ones, but one that had been wearing for years, like a mask, but something abut it felt off, not right and I let it drop, my eyes confused for a moment longer before I feel him come up behind me. Its nothing, nothing, just overacting, I tell myself before shrugging a little and pushing the uneasy thoughts to the back of my mind. There was no use worrying about things like that- why should it offend me anyways? This was just a thank you, right? it wasn't anything more... or was it?  

No. No it couldn't be anything more. Never had I really ever shown any interest in a relationship with anyone, so why now? Its not like my whole perspective on that sort of situation could change just because this boy helped me out when no one in my life had ever stopped, even for a moment, to give me advice or push me in the right direction, I mean how ridiculous does that sound... only it doesn't, right?

He wraps an arm around my shoulders. I look up at him, my warm hazel eyes examining his face which almost seemed content. He had a handsome face, a square jaw and high cheekbones, almost like a models face. I tilt my head to the side slightly and watch as the wind ruffles the dark locks of his fringe across his forehead. A ghost of a smile hovers at the edge of my lips until I realise that I had been staring for a while now, longer than I should have been.

"So, where do you want to go to first? Dinner, or a walk? We shouldn't go too far, just in case your feet start hurting or anything - how are they, anyway?" I blink at him all uneasy thoughts that had inhibited my mind earlier; gone. He mummers something under his breath and glances down at my feet curiously. I give a small wave of my hand signally that they are fine because they weren't that bad, nothing compared to some of the other things that I had been through. "They're fine. As for the other thing I know a small dinner thing down the road. They sell the best spaghetti in the whole of the district- well thats what I think anyways." Annnnd its not to pricey. I shoot him a small smile before leading him out of the small front yard and into the main street. "Its a nice little place, I used to take my brother there... but... but now its just to hard with his... well yeah." I pause, my voice trailing off at the thought of my brother. I wander if he is okay...

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Lachlan Callaghan
what would i do without your smart mouth?

district 6

male

eighteen

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This... this - whatever it is, call it feeling or sentimentality or whatever - needs to stop. It's just ridiculous at this point. Get your head on straight, Callaghan.

But Lachlan can't quite help himself. He wants to know more about her, and this is a feeling that throws him off, if only a little (but it's a whole lot more than just-). Lachlan wants to know what she is like, what she likes and what she doesn't; he wants to know why the smile on her face never seems as genuine as it should be, wants to tickle her until the laugh she releases is as free as the one he'd received the other night.

And her brother. He wants to know about her brother, if she's willing to tell him; wants to know why the light in her eyes die a little whenever she brings up his name. He wants to know his name, and this is all terrifying to Lachlan because he's getting in deeper than he should, and he's going in with a blindfold around his eyes and his sister's scathing voice in the back of his mind.

(It's dangerous, it's a danger zone and he should want to back away from the fire, but the fire calls. The fire beckons, and Odessa is in its center with that false smile on her pretty face.)

"I'm sure I'll love it," he tells her in response to her suggestion for dinner. As a matter of fact Lachlan feels relieved that she already had an idea in mind; he really is going into this blind and that's nerve-wracking - for him, at least. He's never been so off-balance with a girl, not for years and years - there's really no reason he should be starting again now, but he is. What is it about you, Odessa? Lachlan watches her, sees the faraway look on her face. Did I hurt you at all - are you hurting now?

(He cares, and Lachlan worries about that, because he's not supposed to fucking care.)

"So what do they put on the spaghetti?" he asks, half a distraction for his own wayward thoughts with a smile as false as her own first plastered on his face like it's the masks that matter. "The stuff that makes it better than all the other spaghetti in town, I mean." And now he's just ribbing her gently, the upwards curve of his lips turning into a smirk as the teasing words fall from his lips. (His hand rises to wrap around her waist but falls before he even touches the fabric of her dress, but no one talks about that part anyway, the awkward hand.

And certainly no one talks about the way he can't help but stare at her lips, at her eyes, at her like Odessa is the light of the world and he's a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.)

What is your brother like? Where is he? What's his name? Will you tell me anything - will you tell me everything?

The words are heavy on the tip of his tongue but he doesn't speak them at all.

I suck. k!ah

[k!ah]

No.

No, today was about me.

Today it was my day, a day where I could forget about everything but me. It had been so long, so so so long that I can barely remember the last time I got to just go out and worry about having a good time... and i wanted to do that today, I wanted to have fun, for days now I have been excited- anxious- about seeing him again and here he was now, standing in front of me, his lips curled up slightly in a teasing smile making my heart race faster and faster in my chest and despite how uneasy it made me to think he could make me react this way.... it also made me really happy.

So with a determined shrug I push my brother into a dark room in my mind, closing and locking the door. Guilt flashed through me lightly but then I think that my brother wouldn't have minded, he might actually be happy to see me happy, annoying my day and not worrying about him. Thats right, its what he would have wanted. This was okay, he would be okay wit this. The thought make the corners of my lips tilt up into a slight smile, a smile that was raw, that was real.

"I'm sure I'll love it," It says it with a sense of relief, making me believe that he had had no plans for today. the thought almost makes me laugh but I choke it make swallowing hard, my face forming an expression that looked like I may have been winded.

"So what do they put on the spaghetti?" he asks, a smile looking kind of forced brushed across the gentle features of his lips. The false smile makes me frown for a moment but I let it go becuase  knew all to well that when it came to facial expressions one look could be interpetted as something very different to the indended expression."The stuff that makes it better than all the other spaghetti in town, I mean." his face suddenly transforming. His lip hooks up at the side his eyes teasing me.

I smile at him knowingly before tapping my lips with my index finger, winking at him as I spoke, "now now that a secret." Something about the whole movement seemed odd, like I had stepped out of my body and I was watching as this girl tried weakly to flirt with a very good looking boy in front of her. And to be honest, it was kind of embarrassing.  A light blush covers my cheeks as i clear my throat before looking Lachlan in the eye. "To be quite honest, I am not quite sure and I am a bit to scared to ask... cause you know, this is district six and all and we arent known for our extravagant meals and yeah." I laugh lightly, an uneven laugh, before quickly adding, "Okaaay, should we go now?"

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