|
Post by Molly Sampson on May 9, 2008 18:06:55 GMT -5
Molly looked at Stephanie when she heard her speak. She grinned at what she said. ”Good.” Molly bit her lip, trying to hide her grin. Just then, the waiter came back. He asked if they were ready to order and Molly looked over at Stephanie. ”Are you ready?” She raised an eyebrow at her. Molly didnt know what she wanted but she could figure it out.
|
|
|
Post by Stephanie Urban on May 9, 2008 18:38:43 GMT -5
Seeing her grin, Stephanie gave her a smile as she spoke. She put her glass back down gently as the waiter came back and asked if they were ready to order. She looked up, almost taken off guard; she’d almost forgotten where they were. Turning to Molly as she spoke, she looked down at the menu, nodding. She tried to figure out what she wanted. Looking up at the waiter, she ordered spaghetti with vegetarian sauce. She wasn’t a major fan of meatballs. They always tasted weird to her. She turned towards Molly, waiting to see if she would order anything.
|
|
|
Post by Molly Sampson on May 10, 2008 11:08:42 GMT -5
Molly watched Stephanie order and she couldnt help but smile. Was Stephanie a vegetarian? Molly didnt know. She definitely wanted to find out. So, Molly turned to the waiter and ordered the same thing as Stephanie. She had wanted speghatti. She watched the waiter walk away and Molly turned back to Stephanie. "Are you a vegetarian?" Part of Molly thought it woulpd be cool if she was. Thats when Molly realized it. Stephanie had no idea that she was anorexic. Molly bit her lip. Did she really want her to even find out? No, she didnt.
|
|
|
Post by Stephanie Urban on May 10, 2008 12:01:41 GMT -5
She looked up at Molly, biting her upper lip as Molly ordered the same thing as her. Smiling, she watched the waiter walk away before her focus returned to Molly as she asked her a question. She thought about it. “I guess so. Like, I never considered myself one, I guess. I don’t like eating meat; mostly because I hate the way it’s made, and it always tastes weird to me.” She shrugged. Taking a sip of her water, she said, “So Molly, what’s your favorite food?” She was curious; it was like twenty questions. A fun thing to do with anyone you want to get to know more.
|
|
|
Post by Miley Williams on May 11, 2008 21:38:51 GMT -5
Molly nodded her head while she listened to Stephanie talk. Molly actually found that kind of cool. "Thats actually pretty sweet! And meat is made pretty weirdly." She let out a small laugh before hearing Stephanies question. She bit her lip. "I dont know... I like tacos." She laughed again. They were almost playing 20 quesitons. "Whats your middle name?" She gave Stephanie a soft smile before taking a drink of her water.
|
|
|
Post by Stephanie Urban on May 12, 2008 15:24:45 GMT -5
She watched Molly nodding before hearing her talk, and she laughed slightly. “It is made pretty weirdly. And cruelly. That might be why I’m not a major fan of meat.” She thought of the process it went through, and it made her feel sick to her stomach. Seeing Molly bite her lip, she tilted her head slightly, but hearing her answer, smiled at her. She took a sip of her water before hearing Molly’s question. Stephanie made a face before saying, “Catherine.” She hated the name Catherine. It bugged her something awful. She didn’t mind Catherine for a first name, but with Stephanie, Catherine wasn’t a good middle name. She thought of a question to ask Molly. “When’s your birthday?”
She looked up as she saw someone standing over their table, and it turned out to be the waiter bringing them their food. As he placed their plates on the table, she gave the man a small smile and a word of thanks before turning to Molly. “This is turning out to be really, really nice.” She never had any doubt in her mind that it wouldn’t be, but it was just some thing she wanted to say.
|
|
|
Post by Molly Sampson on May 19, 2008 12:28:30 GMT -5
Molly just nodded at Stephanie. The way meat was made was pretty cruel and Molly wasnt a big fan of it. Though, she liked to eat meat. She smiled at Stephanie when she said her middle name. "Stephanie Catherine Urban. Thats cute." Molly smiled at her. Molly laughed when she was asked her age. It was weird that she didnt even know how old Stephanie was. "September 19. 1989. Im 19." She smiled softly, feeling kind of old. "How old are you?"
Molly watched the waiter hand them both their food. It smelled delicious. Molly looked over at Stephanie when she heard her talk. She nodded. "Its turning out a lot better then I thought it would." SHe smiled at her.
|
|
|
Post by Stephanie Urban on May 19, 2008 17:39:56 GMT -5
Hearing her say her name was cute, she surprised herself by not blushing. At least, not as badly as before. Hearing Molly talk, she scrunched her nose slightly. “You make me feel little. I’m seventeen.” But it didn’t matter; Molly didn’t seem like a nineteen year old. She might as well have been sixteen for all anyone knew, with that energy.
Hearing her statement, she bit her lip to keep that stupid grin from showing on her face. Picking up her fork, she twirled it through her spaghetti, getting a good amount on the fork before taking a bite. Swallowing, she said, “So is there anything else planned after this?” She was curious, she had to admit.
|
|
|
Post by Molly Sampson on May 20, 2008 11:00:56 GMT -5
Molly frowned when Stephanie said that she made her feel tiny. Was that a bad thing? Molly shrugged. "Well, I dont really act 19." She let out a tiny laugh. Most people had told Molly that she acted more like a 16 year old then actual 16 year olds. That was partially true. What with the partying and all.
Molly watched Stephanie eat some of her food. Being anorexic, Molly just stared down at her plate of food. She hadnt told Stephanie that she was anorexic. Mainly because she didnt want her to know. She smiled at Stephanies question. "Well... I had something in mind."
|
|
|
Post by Stephanie Urban on May 20, 2008 17:04:38 GMT -5
Hearing her, she let out a small laugh. “That’s good, though. So no one can ever guess your age and think you’re younger than you are. That comes in handy when you’re older.” She shrugged, taking a sip of her water; that was her philosophy, at least.
She watched Molly, and she was slightly curious, mostly worried, about Molly not eating anything. Tilting her head slightly, she said, “Is…is something wrong?” She didn’t want anything to be wrong; that wouldn’t be good at all. Hearing her say she had something in mind, she tilted her head, her eyes plainly giving off that I-want-to-know look.
|
|