She'd slept soundly that night. So soundly that he probably could have killed her had he desired to do so. Perhaps she had let her guard down a bit too much too soon, but he had been pleasant when he woke her up, and though confused initially, she'd quickly remembered everything that had happened the night before, and the fact that all of that hadn't just been a dream. Breakfast had been promised, and she left quickly, needing a bit of air, and it wasn't until she was half way down the street that she remembered she hadn't even asked what he liked. Pancakes though...they seemed safe.
She'd smiled her way through his history, laughing at bits, and having to bite back apologies for others. Of course they were never her fault, but there were times where it would seem right for her to hug him, something, but she stayed in her spot.
"Oh, but I'm no good at telling stories," she said a laugh, as she pushed her last bit of pancake around in the mess of melted ice cream and syrup on her plate. It gave her something to do with her hands as she tried to avoid the question, but knew that really, it would only be fair if she told hers, now that she'd gotten him to tell his.
"Well...I've always lived in an apartment. At least...I think so. I can't remember all that far back, and Dad doesn't really talk about times before it was just the two of us all that much. I think it hurts. Him. That my Mom left. She did that when I was six, though. So, a bit before you, but then again, with our age difference..." She trailed off for a minute, and then shook her head. No, those were tiny, minor details that weren't all that important.
"Anyway. After Mom left, Dad sort of...became obsessed with having everything be best for me. I got sent to private school, too. An all girls school, too. Enrolled me in dance and piano and all that sort of thing. Wanted me to "find my talent", he put it. You know, wanted me to excel in something, so he pushed me when it came to school work too. Disappointed in Bs and all that." She laughed for a moment, a memory running through her mind, and she used it to take a quick drink of water, too. "I don't think it all really worked out the way he would have liked it, though."
"High school was...high school. I didn't care about sneaking off to see boys and all that, so I didn't really have any friends. Dad seemed pleased with that though, since it meant that I spent all my time focusing on my studies. And then came college. I applied to Stanford, and I got in. And a right before I was supposed to go, Dad had a heart attack and couldn't work." Her gaze went to her plate now, continuing to push the food around. "So, because of that, I couldn't go. Despite the scholarship, but, I had to work to keep up the payments on rent for the apartment and the shop, and then for his medical bills. And even though he's been able to work now for a few years, I haven't had the balls to reapply. I don't want to risk getting rejected, I guess. And...now I'm here with you."
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Date: 2010-03-30 09:13 am (UTC)She'd smiled her way through his history, laughing at bits, and having to bite back apologies for others. Of course they were never her fault, but there were times where it would seem right for her to hug him, something, but she stayed in her spot.
"Oh, but I'm no good at telling stories," she said a laugh, as she pushed her last bit of pancake around in the mess of melted ice cream and syrup on her plate. It gave her something to do with her hands as she tried to avoid the question, but knew that really, it would only be fair if she told hers, now that she'd gotten him to tell his.
"Well...I've always lived in an apartment. At least...I think so. I can't remember all that far back, and Dad doesn't really talk about times before it was just the two of us all that much. I think it hurts. Him. That my Mom left. She did that when I was six, though. So, a bit before you, but then again, with our age difference..." She trailed off for a minute, and then shook her head. No, those were tiny, minor details that weren't all that important.
"Anyway. After Mom left, Dad sort of...became obsessed with having everything be best for me. I got sent to private school, too. An all girls school, too. Enrolled me in dance and piano and all that sort of thing. Wanted me to "find my talent", he put it. You know, wanted me to excel in something, so he pushed me when it came to school work too. Disappointed in Bs and all that." She laughed for a moment, a memory running through her mind, and she used it to take a quick drink of water, too. "I don't think it all really worked out the way he would have liked it, though."
"High school was...high school. I didn't care about sneaking off to see boys and all that, so I didn't really have any friends. Dad seemed pleased with that though, since it meant that I spent all my time focusing on my studies. And then came college. I applied to Stanford, and I got in. And a right before I was supposed to go, Dad had a heart attack and couldn't work." Her gaze went to her plate now, continuing to push the food around. "So, because of that, I couldn't go. Despite the scholarship, but, I had to work to keep up the payments on rent for the apartment and the shop, and then for his medical bills. And even though he's been able to work now for a few years, I haven't had the balls to reapply. I don't want to risk getting rejected, I guess. And...now I'm here with you."