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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on Jul 11, 2010 19:54:24 GMT
If she hadn’t had built up a slight immunity to showing obvious signs of anxiety, it would have been near impossible for her to seem as though she was enjoying herself. Was it really all that important that she looked like she was having a great time? Not really, when it came down the question, disregarding everything else. But, there was something about her company that made her want to seem as though he had not wasted his time and money. She also wanted to have some time with him where time limits and pressure was not included, because this didn’t help. If anything, it just made her feel awkward, as though the expectations of the whole world were upon her shoulders. Was this really too much to ask for? Apparently marriage had changed a lot since she had been forced into an arranged one, against her will. Marriage didn’t involve getting to know your fiancée, or forming any kind of relationship with them before you were husband and wife. It simply expected you to make the most of whatever time you had available. This was not a situation in which any sort of meaningful relationship would evolve, let alone a proper romance. To be honest, she wasn’t against getting married to him, nearly as much as she was against the expectation that marrying him would conveniently make her fall in love with him and vice versa.
It might have worked in fairytales, but this was real life. How often would that type of thing actually happen? Even if he was the right guy for her, her soul mate, her other half, or whatever else weird name they gave it nowadays, wasn’t she still far too young to recognise true love? She was seventeen, she might have claimed that she was wise beyond her years, or that she knew far more than someone of twenty, but she didn’t. She had virtually no life experience, outside of education, so she wasn’t at all certified to start falling in love at such a young age. Sure, she’d heard stories about some couples that had been together since her age, and managed to stay as happy as they had first been, but the success rate of people who got married that young generally wasn’t, shall we say, encouraging. This was the depressing factor in the whole thing. What if, dare she say it, Josh happened to be perfect for her, but the way in which they had become aware of each other messed the whole thing up? Could she really live with the knowledge that she could have had a happy and healthy relationship, had things been different? She was so concerned with her thoughts about failing marriages that she hadn’t realised just how much her brain had come to think of the boy beside her. One couldn’t deny when the person was always there in the unconscious mind, could they?
“A hate list?”
[/color] she repeated, rather incredulously, wondering why he would even think that she would have such a thing or regularly update it with people she’d just met. Even if she hated everything that they’d been through, she could never have hated him. Firstly because she wasn’t the type of person to make snap judgements about someone, when she hadn’t known them that long, but mostly because the very thought of hating him was one that she could not bear. It seemed as though the world would have been wrong, if she despised the one person who she had to support her through this difficult time. “I don’t keep hate lists, but I can assure you, you wouldn’t be on one.”[/color] Yet again, she was showing some need to make him realise that she didn’t hate him, she could never hate him, and she didn’t want to dislike him. She couldn’t find it in herself to find any emotion other than positive ones for him, something that she had rarely experienced before. Surely this had to mean something more than him being a source of comfort through their shared situation? Because, obviously he was doing this, but you didn’t always have your confidant in your mind, did you? You didn’t imagine him or her and yourself together, imagining a time when you might be together with children. This was a position that confidants rarely filled. “Agreed”[/color] she answered quickly. “No children.”[/color] Damn. He’d noticed that she’d left a sentence unfinished. Although, was this really surprising? Most people would be curious to know the end of a sentence that had been left to hang in the air. Turning over the original question in her mind, she wondered whether to say it or not. Ultimately, it was highly likely that she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from saying anything. No, she was better than this. She could control her mouth and her outlandish thoughts. With her mind made her, she shook her head, making it clear that she was choosing to keep that particular thing quiet. Maybe he’d think that it was a stupid question that she was biting back. That was indeed preferable to the reality of the situation. A key distraction came in the notice of the small restaurant that they were walking towards. Walking past him, she gave him yet another warm smile, as she expressed her gratitude to him for his kind behaviour. “Thank you, Joshua.”[/color] As she continued into the midst of the room, she paused and turned back to face her company again. Biting her lip, as she hesitated for a few seconds, her thoughts eventually came out in one large stream of consciousness. “Unless, there was a reason such as you liking me more than you originally planned?”[/color] Oh, who was she kidding? She liked him. Whether it was wise, or unbelievably stupid, she liked him, more than words could say. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] tagged [/color] joshua andrew dalton. word count[/color] some amount of words. and the outfit[/color] click here to see.all i have to say[/color] muse returned and it's cute (;[/size][/right]
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Post by joshua andrew dalton on Jul 13, 2010 14:18:14 GMT
help me come back down [/font] I'M HIGH ABOVE THE CLOUDS
[/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/font][/Right][/size] Josh decided to be honest with himself for five minutes, and if the thoughts expressed in these five minutes bothered, scared or freaked him out, then he would conveniently bury them in the back of his mind and think about them later. To start the little honest streak, Joshua wasn't against marrying her, so much, it was just that he was against marriage. He didn't believe in love, and he knew that the expectation was that, just like his parents, after the arranged marriage took place, he and Jaslene would fall head over heels in love with each other, and end up with four kids and a great marriage. That was all good in theory, but Joshua knew the feeling of pressure, and coupled with the irresistible urge to ignore what he was told to do, marriage did not seem like something he was ready to partake in. Dating, maybe, but marriage? No way. He wasn't ready for that. He kept his expression normal through this whole little thinking process. But it wouldn't be long until they would be at the alter. And they would be at the alter, because Josh knew deep down that there was no way he'd make it out of that marriage. He and Jaslene were getting married whether they liked it or not, and there was nothing they could do or say to stop it. How did this go from a dinner to converse on how the marriage could be stopped, to him thinking actually about married life with her? It was when he'd first seen her tonight that had done it, he'd been blown away. She had the most amazing dress sense ever, he'd known that anyway, but the opposite of that had been one of the insults that he'd had to apologise for. In short, he'd been an idiot.
But the question remained, was he going to remain an oblivious idiot for the rest of the night? The answer of course was yes, because the words 'he and Jaslene were getting married whether they liked it or not' had completely scared him. Well, actually, not the 'he and Jaslene' part, more like the 'getting married whether they like it or not' part that had done the job. Of course they were going to get out of it. And they would end up friends. Yeah, of course that was going to happen. He couldn't imagine them confiding in each other about who they loved and other random secrets like that, as they weren't 'just friends' material. It was more like, friends and then some. Not just friends on it's own. Maybe they would date, to get over the 'just friends' barrier. Why was he thinking about this? and technically, weren't they already dating? After all, she'd agreed to this date, and he'd asked her out. Were they dating? "are we dating?"
[/color] he blurted out, wondering. Why did he ask that? now he felt like an idiot. He'd worked himself up and then his sense of cool and confidence had slipped for a second, allowing for that complete lapse in sanity. Now he felt like an idiot. He felt like he should like, slap himself and run. She'd think he was weird, she'd think he was creepy and crazy and random and she'd probably run away. He didn't want her to run away! Not that it would help much because they were getting married, so it wasn't like she could avoid him forever. Wait, no, they weren't getting married, they were getting out of it. Oh Merlin, please don't let her run. Wait, why would she run? It was a legitimate question, he wanted to know where he stood, that was all. Anyway, moving on. He'd had a hate list as a child, but everyone on it had made the list for silly things, like stealing the last of his favourite toffee's or something like that. He'd burned it when he realised how silly the reasons were though. He'd never hate someone for taking the last toffee, although he'd set his parents bed on fire once before because they brought the wrong ones home. "Yeah, a list of all the people you hate and why you hate them"[/color] he shrugged, hoping he wasn't like, the number one spot on hers at the moment. He was obviously using it as an example, like a mental hate list or something, not an actual list of people on paper. Not like his old hate list. Why did she not think he'd be on her list if she kept one? Surely after the comments she should hate his guts right now? but then why did she accept his invitation to dinner? "Well I'm glad, I don't want you to hate me"[/color] he said with a smile. That was honesty, as he didn't. He could smell food, even though they hadn't started cooking yet, because obviously Joshua and Jaslene hadn't chosen their order. "yeah, no kids for us"[/color] he said quickly, scratching all the mental images away. Even if they were cute images. "your welcome, Jaslene"[/color] he said with a smile, after stepping inside. When she turned, he faced her, meeting her eyes. ah. oh. could she read minds? no. of course not because he wasn't thinking that he did like her. at all. of course not. "well I will admit, that your not bad, but of course our parents are wrong, i mean, yeah, because we aren't, yeah."[/color] he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. why did he want to say yes? [/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/Right][/size] TAGGED Jaslene Malfoy! LYRICS adore - paramore CLOTHES clickeh COUNT 945 NOTES aww this should be sweet! ♥ CREDIT EMMA !?[/font]
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on Jul 16, 2010 15:05:06 GMT
It was an amazing thing of human nature that someone’s insides could be screaming in pain or conflict, and yet the same pleasant, civilized expression could be kept on their face at the same time. Now, while her life was of a standard where she did not usually need to be able to do this, because there was nothing to cause her body to argue with her head, it was becoming clear to her that she was rather close to mastering this ability. Although she could not deny that it was a useful ability, it was one that she wished she didn’t have to deal with currently. How Bethany was coping when she didn’t even know the name of her future husband was beyond her. She’d started to struggle when she was ignorant to her fiancée’s name for a few mere weeks. This constant satisfied expression was probably quite weird, if anyone else had seen it. The people at the shop were going to be gazing in full confusion at how people could be discussing such deep matters of thought at such a young age with unbothered tones or faces. Part of the reason why she was hiding her inner feelings was because to bring it up during the course of this meal would result in her screaming and panicking. Now she wasn’t that confident because she didn’t usually do the dating thing, but this type of behaviour generally scared the other person. It was best just to act normally.
She couldn’t be sure that he was feeling the same, or any of the things, that she was, but she got the feeling that he wasn’t as self-assured as he appeared for the benefit of her sanity (and perhaps also for his benefit). Was it possible that they were doing the same act? No, that would have been too much of a coincidence. That would have made it seem like this was not an accident. Like they were meant to be together or something. That was stupid, she didn’t believe in fate. She didn’t believe in a lot of things actually, but yet, here she was. It seemed to contradict everything she stood for, yet she couldn’t bring herself to walk out of it now. It was strange, but she could sense that she’d regret it forever if she did. It was no longer worth thinking about, as that was no longer an option. She didn’t even know why she was feeling so odd; it wasn’t like she had anything to lose if this went badly. Except maybe his opinion of her. This was decided in a few seconds: she was not leaving until the meal was over. Oh great, now she sounded like she was besotted, and couldn’t bear to leave him alone. She wasn’t a crazy stalker or anything, even though she was starting to think like one. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t leave him; it was more that she couldn’t leave him. Whatever the result of tonight’s agreed outing, she’d have a better knowledge of what her future life with him would be like.
The one thing that made her sound more like the besotted girl who believed she was in love with this boy was the fact that although she was strongly against getting married at seventeen, there was nobody else (short of celebrities who were unlikely to return the same devotion) that she’d rather marry. Perhaps it was because every other guy that she’d thought she liked was infuriating in some way, and she hadn’t noticed that quality about Joshua Dalton yet. But that couldn’t be it, because she had noticed some of his faults, but they didn’t seem to matter as much as they should. She was getting in way over her head again, knee deep in thoughts that continued to confuse and perplex her when she was supposed to be using this unique opportunity to get to know her fiancée better, and make some important decisions, without anyone else around to add pressure for either of them. His question, however, caught her by surprise, and her jaw dropped suddenly, for several minutes, before she remembered that she wasn’t supposed to be making this more complicated. Biting her lip for a minute, she eventually found a calm tone to answer his sudden outburst with. “Dating?”
[/color] she gave a small laugh, as though the idea alone was ridiculous. This laugh however came out as being a nervous giggle, rather than a dismissive one. “Heh, I don’t use that term. And I don’t think it applies to us.”[/color] Nodding, she confirmed the statement which seemed to have caused some surprise for him, “Nope, no hate lists,”[/color] she said, shrugging at the concept. Did he keep hate lists then? Surely he wouldn’t bring it up if he didn’t do it? Besides, how was she supposed to keep up with a hate list? People regularly did things to annoy her, and she wouldn’t physically be up to remember all of the names, unless she wrote them all down and that would waste about six feet of parchment. She didn’t hate anyone that she could instantly think of, either. She just disliked certain people. “I think, if I was going to hate you, it would have already happened,”[/color] she stated the obvious, unable to stop her mind flickering back to the images of the insults as they’d hit her. It was at this instant that she realised, without needing to re-consider, without needing to ask him, that they were both thinking of the same thing. Somehow, it was like she could read through his show expression, and view his real thoughts at this moment of time. Without thinking properly, she reached to where he was standing, and placed her hand over his own, as though to reassure him that it was okay. When her thoughts returned to her, she retracted her hand immediately, flushing an attractive shade of pink as she did so. Clearing her throat nervously, she managed to return to a state of almost composure, “Oh”[/color] she replied, sounding a little bit disappointed with his answer. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] tagged [/color] joshua andrew dalton. word count[/color] some amount of words. and the outfit[/color] click here to see.all i have to say[/color] muse returned and it's cute (;[/size][/right]
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Post by joshua andrew dalton on Jul 22, 2010 13:25:32 GMT
help me come back down [/font] I'M HIGH ABOVE THE CLOUDS
[/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/font][/Right][/size] Joshua wondered what she was thinking. that was dangerous territory, he knew better than to ever ask a woman what was running through her head, but all the same, he couldn't help but be curious. He didn't care about anyone else’s thoughts though, he just wanted to know what she was thinking, about this day, about his clothes, about him in general really. It was so frustrating, not knowing how someone thought of you, because he was so used to just people being intimidated, but not Jaslene, she was different, she seemed to just, move on and accept that he was from such a powerful family. She was too, she was used to people being intimidated about her really, but he supposed that he didn't see it either because he was a Dalton, and so, yeah, he could see his point. it just wasn't so clear to anyone else no doubt. anyway. His eyes found hers and he smiled at her. she was very pretty, would having her to look at be so bad? no, why was he thinking about this? this wasn't right, he shouldn't be giving in so easily, but even as they spoke his mind was imagining from this encounter, how life as a couple would be for them, and to be honest, the images weren't that bad, and that was a bad thing, it scared him. Joshua didn't want to be tied down, he wanted to have his own life before someone else's life became tied to his. he wanted his own job and his own home. he wanted to be able to make a mess and at the same time, not have anyone complaining that he couldn't be bothered.
He couldn't be sure of what he was feeling, let alone what she was, so how was he supposed to know how he should act? Should he flirt, make her laugh, make her smile, like he'd do with a normal girl? no. she wasn't a normal girl, she'd proved that, and that was easy to see. She wasn't easy, she was smart, good looking, funny, and betrothed to him, but neither of them wanted marriage. Something a little less sudden and definite, maybe like dating or something would have been better. Why couldn't his parents have just set him up on a blind date and let them see where it went? Well, of course the answer was because if it were a blind date, neither of them would have probably let it go any further than that, and so it wouldn't have done anything, but here he was with his future, the one he'd share his life with, and as scary as that thought was, it was a sobering one. It would be better than being alone, right? It would be better than not having anyone. It would mean that he had more meaning to his existence. But he wanted to make his own meaning and not marry into it. He wanted to be able to be Joshua Dalton, the auror that made his own way, not the pampered child of some Dalton's, who married and impregnated that Malfoy woman. She wasn't 'that Malfoy woman', she was Jaslene, and she was already starting to mean more to him than he had ever anticipated that she could. Oh merlin, this could be bad for them.
Oh dear. Look, see, his eyes could barely leave hers, and he was scrambling for a glance at her whenever he could. He didn't even have any bad thoughts about her, he wasn't picking apart her outfit, or even her tone or words. Well, that was a lie, he was picking apart her words, but not for faults, for a deeper meaning, for some indication of the thoughts running through her head. For some idea of what she expected of him, of what he was meant to do, of what she wanted him to do. How was he supposed to comprehend what she wanted if he couldn't hear her thoughts? Maybe he should practice legitimacy. No, he couldn't invade her personal thoughts, he would feel guilty. What was he turning into? He hesitated as he saw her jaw fall, quite literally, as she practiced a shocked look. oh no, he'd said something wrong. His heart started to go a little faster, as if it hadn't been already, and then he heard her words, and her cute giggle, because it wasn't a laugh, it was a giggle. Was that an indication of something? She didn't properly laugh at the idea, so what did that mean? "Well, yeah, I guess, because technically, or engagement has surpassed that"
[/color] he added with a nervous laugh. Why did he feel slightly disappointed when she said that? Something was wrong with him, he needed to sort himself out, and pronto, because otherwise he'd loose his head, just like his parents had. He didn't have a hate list anymore of course, although he did kind of make mental notes of the people he had reason to hate, but he never wrote it down, and he never remembered them unless the reason was good, like someone hurting his family or something like that. You see, contrary to popular belief, Josh could be mature when the situation called for it, and the situation called for it right now. But at the same time, he felt the overwhelming desire to be childish a bit, and just keep the atmosphere light at least, because they were stressed enough, and stress never helped anyone, least of all them. What good was stress? it just added extra pressure and it didn't make anything easier, but if he could joke and make her laugh, well that would help. Well that was a relief, and an expression of that reached his face, and he gave a cute crooked grin. "I'm glad, we both know I gave you good reason in the past"[/color] he murmered, sighing slightly as he remembered the day on the lake. She was thinking of the same thing no doubt, remembering each painful insult, and he hated the thought that she was reliving it again in her mind. He never wanted her to see him in that light again. Her hand on his caused him to freeze, he wasn't expecting that, but it was a good surprise. He realised what she'd done the moment she did, and sighed slightly as she removed her hand. he noted the colour in her cheeks and smiled slightly. After what he'd said, he caught that small disappointed 'oh'. why couldn't he just tell her the truth? because he was stubborn and a git that was why. "if i had to marry anyone, it would be you though"[/color] he added, colouring in his cheeks as well. that was the truth, he couldn't see him marrying anyone else, but maybe that was because once they married he wouldn't have that option. Yeah, sure, that was the reason. He moved to a table and pulled out a chair for her, waited till she took a seat, and then took his opposite, smiling across at her. She was so pretty. He was so over his head.[/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/Right][/size] TAGGED Jaslene Malfoy! LYRICS adore - paramore CLOTHES clickeh COUNT 1194 NOTES aww they are just so cute together! ♥ team joslene! haha. DONE! CREDIT EMMA !?[/font]
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on Jul 30, 2010 13:17:13 GMT
If it was true that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, the setting for this evening could not be any better. Except that she wasn’t trying to win his heart, and she hadn’t chosen the location for this date, if that was the correct word for it. It was the best word that she could come up with, because other words seemed to dismiss it too easily as though it wasn’t important at all. Now while she had no intention of trying to make him fancy her or anything more than this, it would be foolish to say it didn’t mean anything. Well, she couldn’t read his mind (even if she wanted to for some weird reason), so she couldn’t tell whether this day meant much outside of getting to know his bride to be to him, but to her, it meant something. An inexplicable something that had the ability to stimulate other warm, inexplicable emotions. Maybe she was having some simple hormonal balance issues, because it couldn’t be for the same reason as she’d seen countless teenagers act in this way. Even the idea of being compared to one of these students was enough to make her roll her eyes, in disgust. For years, as long as she could remember even, she’d criticised countless people of her own age and slightly older for displaying these kinds of behaviours. They claimed that they were in love, or whatever other ridiculous notion that came to mind, something that had never failed to make her laugh.
It was difficult when one was so disapproving of people who claimed to feel this way about someone else, to believe that you could or would ever want to feel that way. But as she thought more on it, she was starting to sound as if she felt that way. Which of course, was completely irrelevant and not to mention: wrong. She didn’t LOVE him. What a preposterous notion. She didn’t love any guy. Especially ones she didn’t know that well. That was like meeting a random stranger and two hours later thinking that she loved him. Even the word was offensive. The very sound of it made her frown. She honestly believed that it was impossible for her to fall for someone, let alone say the words. The idea of her falling for someone and then saying it out loud was beyond laughable. Good luck to the guy who expected that to happen. Sure, she would admit that she liked this particular boy. But there was a noticeable difference – she wouldn’t have voluntarily signed up to be his wife. Any more than she would sign up to be married to her best friend. If one was pedantic, they would point out that the significant difference between the two boys was that she had never agreed to go out for dinner with Chris, whereas she had instantly agreed when asked the question by the boy next to her. She had also never imagined Chris kissing her, or her responding in the same eager way. That was something that only Joshua seemed capable of doing.
Oh. He’d noticed how nervous she’d seemed when she replied. She hadn’t expected him to be watching her that carefully. That made her aware that she should suddenly start becoming significantly better at hiding her emotions from him. A sense of anxiety in the atmosphere did not help the situation. Especially when she was giggling at the thought of them being together in a romantic sense. That just added, yet again, to the idea that there was a lot more feeling behind her motives. A part of feeling she’d admitted to herself, but now she was confusing herself. Why was she now instinctively certain that she felt something more than the normal feeling for him? She’d even given him hints that she felt differently to how he almost definitely was feeling. The main difference between them at the moment was that she was losing her mind under pressure and now thinking that there was possibilities where there clearly weren’t, while he was being his normal self, perfectly civil but not saying stuff that he’d regret, like she was starting to do. Where was another person when you needed them? She needed something to tell her when to stop, because her overactive imagination was in danger of causing much embarrassment for her. She didn’t really want another person here, because that would make things somewhat more awkward. Especially if it was a girl. She’d be jealous of them.
“I know it’s probably hard for you to believe,”
[/color] she began, seeking to finally reassure him and put this guilt behind him. “But you probably think more about that day than I ever do. It’s in the past.”[/color] Wow. This was even weirder. She was known for holding grudges, against other people, for ages. Most of these people had merely insulted her once, or pushed her over in the corridor. A minor offence, but one that she refused to forgive for a long time. And yet, here was this boy, that had managed to hurt her more than anyone else in her life and she couldn’t muster up even the smallest amount of anger? It was pathetic. Giving him the same warm smile that she tended to greet him with, as of recently, she spoke again. “How about we put everything to one side and start again?”[/color] This gave them plenty of chances to ask the other anything that had been bothering them, and to get to know their future spouse much better. She was somewhat taken aback at what he appeared to think was a perfect response to what she had said. That was supposed to make her feel better? Couldn’t he just say that he felt the same, even if he didn’t? Now she felt more than a bit stupid that she’d asked that question. “But you do have to marry someone,”[/color] she answered, stating the obvious. She was about to speak again, when she noticed the colour rising in his face. Grinning, she struggled not to laugh. “Did you know that you’re quite cute when you blush?”[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] tagged [/color] joshua andrew dalton. word count[/color] some amount of words. and the outfit[/color] click here to see.all i have to say[/color] finaaally. josh is too cute.[/size][/right]
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Post by joshua andrew dalton on Aug 8, 2010 8:58:17 GMT
help me come back down [/font] I'M HIGH ABOVE THE CLOUDS
[/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/font][/Right][/size] If it was true that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, then Jaslene had an easy way in, because Joshua liked food. Not like, to eat food until he looked like Henry VIII, but to nibble and try and taste many different flavours. He liked flavour, interesting flavours were the best, but he also liked reality, which is why it probably wasn't good for him to get married. Joshua was one to loose interest in something if he had easy access to it. He was more likely to retain his interest if the thing, or indeed person, made it harder for him, made him work for it, or starved him of it for a little while. For instance, if he went a year without cookies, he'd want them so bad that he'd probably cry, the same as if he was made to wait for Jaslene he would want her so bad that he'd probably be a- completely normal boy because he clearly had no feelings for Jaslene. Oh please. Yeah, sure. no feelings. none at all. So when she smiled he didn't want to smile too, or didn't want to be behind the reason for that smile at least. And when she laughed he didn't want to be the one to have made her laugh, and when she cried he didn't want to be there to hold her and comfort her, and then go and kick anyone's ass who hurt her. Which would probably have been himself. Not that she'd let him hold her. She didn't like to be touched, or at least, not without warning. He also certainly didn't want to learn her favourite food, or her favourite ice cream flavour, or what chocolate she liked. He definitely didn't want to find out what flowers were her favourite, or what colour she liked best. Not to mention what her favourite drink was or whether she was a tea or coffee person. No, he didn't want to know any of this. Bull.
You see, Joshua Andrew Dalton wanted to know all of those things, and about everything else too, even down to what she was thinking right now, how she was feeling, and what she wanted him to do. That was a big one, but then again, who said he wanted to do what she wanted him to do? Or, who said that what she wanted was what he wanted? What did he want exactly? Did he want to date her? Did he have that chance? Did he want to marry her? Did he have that choice? Did he want a house with her, with those kids that he imagined, a cute little daughter, so fragile and so perfect, who he would always protect, and a son that would be adventurous and funny, who would always come back with a grin on his face and a scrape on his knee, even when he was sixteen, and had a girlfriend. Because any son he had would have a girlfriend. He would never push them into an arranged marriage, but he would also check out any boy that his daughter dated, because he had to be good to her, and Joshua wouldn't let her get hurt, from a broken arm, or even a broken heart. He was imagining it again, and it was scaring him because the more he imagined it, the more he wished he could live it. And he could, right? If he carried on like this, and married her and they could have that life that he pictured, with a cute house and a nice garden. His parents would surely buy it for them, right? They wouldn't expect Jaslene to move into the Dalton estate, would they? He didn't want her to, the place was stressful and loud, and he didn't want that for his growing family. Stress wasn't good for a marriage, he knew that. Oh god, he was worrying about his marriage and it hadn't even happened yet. But oddly, it didn't seem wrong to think about that. In fact, it wasn't even odd to think that he wanted that! Oh, the whole idea of that not being odd was just...odd.
He'd never even thought about marriage with a girl. Joshua was quite sure that should he marry, he would be around thirty something. No, not thirty, twenty something. Twenty six. See, that was a nice number, he liked that age, it seemed a good time to marry, and then they could have a kid two years later. Maybe. Maybe three years. Three was a nice number too. But see here, his parents had to meddle in his business, and so they had messed up his plans. For the better, he supposed, because he'd never found someone that he could imagine his future with. Or even more than that, find someone that he could imagine a future with that he liked the look of. That was a leap. And it was kind of a scary one. He'd never looked at her in that way if his parents hadn't interfered, but at the same time, he so wanted them to be wrong, as they seemed to think that they'd found the perfect wife for him. They didn't spend enough time with him to know him though, you know? So how could they think that they knew what he would want, or need in a wife. Sure, Jaslene was pretty, and funny, and could make him laugh, and make him smile. And she laughed at his attempt at dancing, but that was meant to make her laugh. She even made him feel comfortable around her, and he'd not even known her really. He wasn't really thinking, like, not really in control of his consciousness if that made sense, and involuntarily his eyes flitted down her shape again. He started at her eyes, and worked his way down. She was really pretty, with amazing eyes, and fantastic hair, and her dress did fit her perfectly, accenting her unbelievable body. He brought his eyes up to hers again. Did he mention that she had really kissable lips. That he'd kind of imagined kissing. Once. Or twice. And dreamt about it. Once. He needed to stop thinking about that all now before he got even more flustered, and then he'd get embarrassed, and he never got embarrassed about checking a girl out. In fact, he usually was more vocal about it too, but he felt that Jaslene demanded more respect than 'nice ass, baby' or 'I would, would you?' in fact, if he ever heard someone talking about Jaslene like that, he'd probably punch them.
Joshua Dalton wasn't the type to show how he felt. He didn't do it well. There were certain people that he could, like Bethany, and Isabella, and sometimes even Arthur, but he didn't feel like they could understand how he was feeling if they were someone other than those two. Harrison was another that he felt like he could tell. He kept secrets for them all, from the fact that Bethany was with Chris, to Izzy liking Chris, and even more, Harrison being gay. He just kept the fact that Arthur stole his men’s magazines on the down low, because it would mean telling his parents that he'd had menus magazines in the first place, and that wouldn't be fun. He could imagine his mother's face, although that would be funny. But he couldn't do that, not even as a prank, partly because she'd probably summon them and then find out, whoops, wasn't a prank really. Anyway, if she did summon them would that mean that Arthur's got summoned too? Would she confiscate them or something? He was legally old enough to buy them now anyway, but Arthur wasn't. But he wasn't that mean, he wouldn't do something bad to family unless he had good cause. "okay. I do think about it a lot. I mean, because, that day was kind of good, apart from the whole, upsetting you thing."
[/color] He smiled. He didn't include their engagement news as a bad thing. Whoops. Would she pick up on that? Anyway, as he was saying, his parents were different, he would do it for little things for them, but that was because they'd not really paid that much attention to the kids. Or at least that was what it felt like to Josh. He felt like they'd not really cared as long as the name was getting passed on. He hoped he was wrong, but there we go, knowing the Dalton adults, they cared more about their business. Did she really not think about it? But he heard that she liked grudges, that she kept them for years, harbouring them for something silly. But he'd hurt her, he'd really hurt her, and she was forgiving him and dismissing it so easily? People were wrong about her then, they clearly didn't know her. He liked to think no one knew her like he did, but he didn't really know much about her at all. Apart from the fact that she had a douche for a fiancée. And apparently some guy called James or something was after her. He didn't like that. That kind of made him jealous. "I would like that. I'm Joshua Dalton, it's nice to meet you miss..."[/color] he trailed off, holding out his hand for her to shake. He was glad that she'd given him this chance, he felt like they had started on the wrong foot and now were paying for it. "I am sure I could get out of it eventually"[/color] He murmured, whether he wanted to was a completely different case however, and now he was doubting that slightly, as he feared losing all chances with her if he did. She called him cute? He felt like jumping around and grinning. He didn't jump but he did grin, like the Cheshire cat. "Did you know that your quite cute all the time?"[/color] he asked back, replying without thinking. wow. slip up. His tongue flicked out over his lips and his blush deepened. He needed to think before he spoke around her. [/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/Right][/size] TAGGED Jaslene Malfoy! LYRICS adore - paramore CLOTHES clickeh COUNT 1692 NOTES I think this one was quite cute! ♥ CREDIT EMMA !?[/font]
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