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"I'm not telling," she laughed, "and you also aren't saying you do trust me! I'm not stupid." She just couldn't stop grinning. The idea of keeping a fun secret from him made her feel like they were good friends already. "I promise you'll know as soon as we get to my house. I need your help with the heavy stuff anyway. Once you see it all, if you don't approve of my plan then you can tell me. And you don't have to feel bad, I understand it's a lot of time to commit."

Alice gave directions to her house, though she was terrible at remembering to point out a turn between talking to him about her week and asking about his. "You know all the girls are disappointed you won't be playing this year. I think you're one of their fa- oh, turn now, left! Sorry," she groaned as the wheels screeched from him having to turn so quickly, as he'd almost passed it. "Anyway, you're definitely a favorite. Do you think you'd enjoy trying out for any other sport to fill your time?" she asked, playing with her phone as she spoke. Probably another reason she kept forgetting to give him directions. "If I played anything, I think it would be volleyball, I really like it in gym and on the sand court out at the park. Only thing is people get so angry, it's ridiculous! Why do people care so much about sports? Silly, I think. Oh, you were supposed to turn there," she giggled, grinning shyly.

Eventually they made it to her house, the mistakes she'd made along the way only putting her in a better mood. It seemed she'd made a game out of accidentally annoying him, and didn't mind one bit that it'd taken longer than normal to get there. "Dad isn't home. He's working late...again, so I'm supposed to fend for myself for dinner. Which is fine, I usually fix it anyway," she said, walking up the cobblestone path to her two story house. It was a beautiful brick home with lovely landscaping they probably hired someone to take care of since her father was away so much. Whatever he did for a living, they weren't hurting for money. "Come on in," she said, unlocking the door and letting him into the foyer. Immediately Alice went down the hallway and waved for him to follow, eventually leading him to what looked like a room meant completely for storage.

"I thought...if you want," she said, getting on her toes to reach for big, bright yellow bag on the top shelf. It was a tent, all packed away "We might stay out there. Go camping. I told Dad a bunch of people are going so he won't miss the supplies, but...we could go by ourselves. Get some hot dogs, you could use my dad's sleeping bag..." Alessia bit her lip, giving him a small shrug. "Is it a good surprise? I swear, don't feel bad if you don't want to. I know we're technically not allowed to camp out there expect in specified areas."
I meant to say this the other day and forogt. You're great at adding side events to move the story along, I'm learning a lot from you. Or trying lol if you ever have a rp idea where you're the female and u need a partner let me know, I bet your character would have a lot of personality!

Most female writers playing girls tend to want to always be the "poor me, come save me I'm helpless because my life is awful" and it drives me nuts lol

edit: okay I start my job tomorrow so I should go to bed earlier today, so no post, but I'll get one done thurs.
If Claire had known Nick was defending her to a Baron of all people, she might have given him a little more slack. Since she did not, however, the bride only smiled weakly at the kiss before cutting the cake, handing it off to one of the staff. Once seated she was actually surprised to hear his travel plans. Or their plans, rather.

“Oh. You really planned a trip for us?” she asked with hesitation, watching him with suspicion. “Did you organize it, or did your father?” Claire added with a smirk. Either way, it was in place and she didn’t want to leave. “All the same, I appreciate such a luxurious trip but I would much rather just go home.” Home. Claire looked around, realizing she would never sleep in her own bed again or read out on the balcony, or have supper with her father without her new husband at her side. With a small sigh she tried to not let it affect her; there was enough to worry about. “You really don’t seem like the traveling type with your business. I have plenty to do myself such as arrange all my belongings, work on the landscaping.” Obtaining secret information from British military personnel…

“All I’m saying is I don’t mind if we stay here. No one can condemn us for being busy. If you wish, I could tell everyone I was to blame. Fever or something of the like,” she offered, knowing at this point his reputation mattered much more than hers. They may not get along, but he was the one who owned a business to bring in money and hers was shot at this point anyway. Looking over at him though she frowned, afraid he would take her slight concern as offensive. “Speaking of fever, Nicholas you seem awfully pale. Are you all right?.”

She’d barely taken a few bites, but Claire refused to do one more than against her will today. So without wasting any more time she informed Nick where she was going before heading upstairs to change, along with her maidservant. She came back down in a fashionable spring green and pink dress with a matching hat and white gloves instead of the earlier lace. Again she acted flattered at every compliment given, though she would have much rather moved through the crowd at a faster pace. “Miss Abbot, this has been a beautiful reception, I and my wife have very much enjoyed the company of everyone here,” one of them went on, continuing their conversation. Elijah Paulet, son of the Marquess of Winchester. His rather unpleasantly looking but wealthy wife hung onto his arm as usual.

“Well I’m glad to hear it,” she answered, glancing to the side in hopes Nick would rescue her. She didn’t see him. “This really is all for our guests, of course, it wouldn’t do if you weren’t enjoying yourself.”

“Oh, don’t say that, it’s your wedding! It was good of him to put the past behind him and take you as his, wouldn’t you agree dear?” The wife nodded, giving Claire a look of…what was that? Not disgust. More like faked pity. She’d gotten a few of those today, but thankfully not many. Most were just happy to be invited to such a grand event.

“Yes, it was good of him. I will not be forgetting his love and kindness anytime soon,” she said, hoping that if she went along with his sly insults he would let her go.

“I should hope not. A man can only forgive so many times. If my Sofia-“

“Have you seen my husband? It is about time we left,” she said, tearing her eyes away from him to look around desperately for Nicholas. Who knew she would ever desire his company so much. Claire only hoped his commanding presence would get them out of the room, not make him want to stay and join in on the conversation .
In Alice’s opinion, the project couldn’t have gone better. Everyone in class seemed pretty bored by it all, but she successfully went through it all without giving anything away. More importantly, Lucas didn’t tell anyone about her secrets all week. Meeting him had been incredible, she was in the best mood all week. Alice even took some time to hang out with a couple friends on the bleachers while football practice was going on Thursday, so she could relax before the presentation. It made her wonder if Lucas was bummed to not be out on the field…as bummed as the girls were that he wasn’t playing anymore.

“All I’m saying is it’s his senior year and he was always out on the field. Great player,” one girl said. “Right up there with David and Shane, always starting lineup.”

“Oooh, it’s all about how they play, not how they look in those tight pants,” another chimed in, getting a few giggles around her. Alice only smirked, stretching out with her elbows propping herself up and ankles crossed below. “Don’t lie, you don’t actually watch those games. They’re boring. You’re just upset you won’t see his ass in anything that tight again.”

“I didn’t say that! And where’re your school spirit? Anyway, maybe that is a small perk. We deserve small perks while sitting out in the cold for hours at a time.”

“Yeah, well, school spirit or not you couldn’t pay me to be one of those cheerleaders. Going to all the games rain or shine and have my back to those boys? No thanks. Anyway, I’m surprised Lucas didn’t try out. I don’t get it.”

“Oh, he wanted to but he was on vacation,” Alice finally chimed in, her eyes still on the field despite everyone looking at her. Eventually she looked up when it got quiet and grinned, shaking her head. “I asked him, we have class together.”

“Look at you! Hanging out again, talking to Lucas Reed. When did our little girl grow up?” one girl laughed, playfully ruffling her hair. A couple of the girls there already dating athletes, and to them that was something to brag about.

“Hey! I’m older than you, shut up,” she answered, getting to her feet and fixing her hair. “He’s just…not as arrogant as the other idiots out there. I like talking to him.”

“Hun, that’s called a crush. I know you haven’t had one in years, but when you can stand talking to a boy for more than five minutes I think your next step-“

“Okay, okay, I don’t need you to walk me through this,” Alice groaned, shrugging her bag back over her shoulder. “I gotta do homework. I barely see him outside of class, you know me, so it’s nothing. Kara, we’re riding together tomorrow right?”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re no fun, you know that? All I’m saying is that if you like somebody, you have to do something about it.”

Alice waved with a roll of her eyes before jumping down and heading home for the day. Despite trying to ignore them, she knew they were right. Whether there was something between them that way or not, this wasn’t something to be ignored. Being around him, even when they weren’t speaking, was calming. Most boys at school were always feeling the most intense emotions, especially ones she wanted to work hard to keep out like lust, anger, over excitement. Girls could be just as bad with their jealousy, of course, but Lucas was someone she could actually sit by and not get distracted. Now whether that was just his personality or his own mental strength she wasn’t sure, but in the end it didn’t matter. By Friday afternoon she was actually catching herself daydreaming about their trip to the forest, which got her thinking…maybe it didn’t have to be a short trip just to see his powers.

******

“Oh, hey.” Alice smiled, glad to see she didn’t have to wait as long for Lucas to show up. She had a stop to make before they headed over to the forest.

“Let’s go quickly,” he told her, beginning to walk to his car. “My asshole friends are probably spying on me.”

“Spying?” she asked, walking alongside him. By now she could recognize his car and his parking spot. “They don’t have anything better to do?” Alice got into the passenger side just as she had earlier in the week, laying her bag in her lap. She had little homework for the weekend, so it was almost empty. “Hey, I wanted to ask you something, if you don’t have any plans for tonight and tomorrow morning. I have an idea, if you can get one of those asshole friends of yours to cover for you. Tell your parents you’re spending the night with them. But we have to stop at my house and get a few things before we go. What do you say? Trust me?”
uhh that's unusual...did you run? lol
No that's okay. Um...I have a cute idea now thay I think about it, so how about they make a plan to meet after school, so he can give her a ride. Esp since she doesn't know where forest spot is.
sure, or the weekend. The next big interaction I have planned is Friday, but if you have something before then feel free to skip to the next day or something. Or if you want to just play out simple conversations for them to grow closer...it's whatever, I just love them :3
”…I’m not like you.” A pause, at which Claire blinked in surprise, unsure what to say. “I-I mean, I’m not like you-r average dandy.”

Tears swelled in Claire’s eyes as he looked away and muttered an apology. The place where his hand had touched still burned with the urge she’d had to slap it. She had kept her lips sealed, let him speak, and this was what she got for it. “I’m not asking for perfection, Nicholas,” she said still staring at him, “only to be treated as a person, not another asset your family’s money has bought. And as for not being like me…”

Claire looked down at her ring, wishing she could throw it into that stream beneath the bridge at his estate. “Don’t you dare think you know anything about me ever again. If you would stop buying gifts and take a moment to-“ Too late, they were already pulling up to the house. The young woman cursed, dabbing at the corner of her eyes to try and keep her make-up looking fresh despite crying a little. “I asked one thing of you, Nick, and you couldn’t even do that.” How hard was it for a person to not talk so the other wouldn’t cry? For a male, apparently impossible. It wouldn’t have been a problem if he was capable of opening his mouth without the most foolish things coming out.

“Just a few more hours,” he said with a kiss, to which she only looked down and forced herself to not move. She was so angry with him, but was it really all because of him? Claire sighed, wondering if she was simply taking it all out on him because he was the one beside her. No…no, he deserved the cold shoulder, to know how she felt. Claire wasn’t going to be the wife that silently took his silly act and giggled at his jokes.

“My, I married quite the gentleman,” she said with an uncharacteristic laugh, taking his hand as she stepped down onto the cobble stone path. She would show him she was an adult and wasn’t going to ruin the reception just because they were fighting. Afterall, she expected this to be the tone of their marriage for the rest of their lives. Plus this might give him a little insight as to why she was so annoyed by the front he put on with her.

Once inside Claire gushed over every inch of the room, quickly finding her friends and pointing out the cake, how delicious the tea was, the expensive tablecloths, and even the luscious bows tied to the back of each chair. “It’s beautiful, Claire,” one of the women her age that was already married said, both girls coming back to their husbands. “But where are you going after this? You never said! I’m sure Nicholas has the most wonderful trip planned for you two. You know you can whisper it to me, I won’t tell anyone.”

Claire hesitated, looking at Nick before answering. “Elizabeth! You know it’s bad luck to ask.” Not to mention she didn’t think they were going anywhere. At least she hoped not, she had worked to do. “Nick is such a romantic, I’m sure he has something wonderful planned that I will tell you all about when we get back. I plan on having everyone that’s anyone over to see the grand ballroom at our estate as soon as we get back.”

Thankfully her father soon came up to break up the conversation. “What is taking you two so long? Everyone’s waiting for the cake to be cut. You will be doing the honors, yes?” he asked Claire, touching her back.

“Of course, can’t disappoint the people,” she joked, getting a laugh out of her friend. “Come, Nicholas. You know I wanted a white cake with strawberries, one of the few things I asked for and I was told it wasn’t tradition.“ Yes, she was taking a moment in the midst of stress and worry to tell him about the denial of her favorite cake. Everything else was miserable, couldn’t she have a little something she loved? “Instead, we have a dark, rich fruit cake. Or so the chef said.” She sighed deeply as they came to the long rectangular table, her dress train sliding along the floor with each delicate step she took. All eyes were on them as she looked up at him, her smile polite. “Do you like fruit cake?” Claire immediately put a gloved hand to her lips, giving him a look of apology. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to talk of something so…pointless and silly,” she added sarcastically under her breath. “I know you aren’t dandy or like me.”
Oh, I didn't even think about it. Huh. Um...

They could go to Paris if distance isn't an option. I can't think of anywhere grand in England...

Edit: Brighton is a city not far from London that from reading, it's up and coming around this time, grand hotels being built in the area.
Oh no need for apologies, just wanted to make sure I'm not boring people as the gm and that I'm doing my job at least halfway lol
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