<strong>Name:</strong><strong>Adell Zephyros</strong>(Color =<strong>Bolded Red</strong>)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Eleanor's Apartment<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Eleanor Byrd Rose<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/3d7aebe92db19ffbe63200d2c27c9107/http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn249/ExSoldier-Of-Death/Adell1.png)</div>Eleanor seemed pleased by the compliment he made. That was good. So far his manners were working, though it seemed the effect was a bit too noticeable, and Eleanor caught wind of it.<em><strong>"Please feel free to make yourself comfortable. My home is your home, so get comfortable."</strong></em>It wasn't the fact that she told him to get comfortable, as most hosts would tell their guest, but it was the<em>way</em>she said it that made him realize he was probably acting differently than normal. She seemed very adamant to get him to relax in her own carefully excited way. He truly didn't want to offend her by not being himself, but this was all new to him. He'd never been inside a girl's home before. Well... he had, but she wasn't really a girl. More like a tramp, but that was beside the point.<br/><br/>It was then that he noticed his date's blush fill her face and she reminded herself she needed to go change. Was it wrong for Adell to secretly want her to stay dressed that way? Her body was just so temptingly sexy, and the way the clothes fit around her were just teasing his eye. Still, she rushed off into her bedroom, leaving Adell alone in her apartment with his dirty thoughts and stiff... etiquette.<br/><br/>He made his way to the couch and sat down. Though not without some debate as to whether he should or not. She told him to get comfortable, but she hadn't directed him to the couch specifically. He shook his head.<em><strong>~Now I'm just being silly.~</strong></em>Now sitting came another challenge: Should he sit straight up and proper, or lean back and relax? His body was terribly confused. He thought it'd be polite to sit straight up, but at the same time, he thought that<em>'cool'</em>guys always leaned back when they sat: threw a leg over the arm of the couch and chilled. Girls seemed to really be in to guys like that, but there was no way Adell could ever disrespect her furniture in such a way. He should relax a bit, but how much was too much?<br/><br/>Awkwardly, he sifted back a bit into the corner of the couch so he'd be leaning partly against the arm and partly against the back cousin, but he felt so weird and propped. He would have been much more comfortable if he sat like a normal human being, but he wanted to be cool, and at the same time, a gentleman. Was that even possible?<em><strong>~Ugh! What the fuck is wrong with me?!~</strong></em>Finally, after physically flailing around like an angry squid, he relaxed a bit more. He wasn't sitting exactly straight, but he wasn't trying to fuse with the couch either. He slid all the way to the back and propped himself up against the cousin with his arms relaxed and hands on his knees. He felt comfortable, but still worried about looking cool. He sighed through his nose and lowered his head. His red bang drooped down in front of his face a bit as he did so. He was so hopeless.<br/><br/>Eleanor's bedroom door opened and, instantly, he snapped to attention as if she were his drill sergeant.<strong><em>"Sorry for the wait, and I am so sorry for my clothes. I don't really own many dresses and I completely spaced on laundry so my choices were low."</em></strong>When she came out, all she had on were a pair of short blue shorts, and a tank-top that really assented he upper-body. He could tell she felt embarrassed abut her appearance, but he didn't mind it at all.<br/><br/>He stood up; feeling it'd be sort of improper to speak to her while sitting down, and he took a step towards her.<strong>"Oh, no its fine! You still look great."</strong>She'd never buy that. He'd already said she looked great in her dress, so that line would get old quickly. He had to change it up, maybe make a joke or something to lighten her mood.<strong>"I think you look pretty cute in your bummy clothes."</strong>He smirked at her. Whenever things got too intense or awkward for him to handle, he relied on his sense of humor to help ease his nerves. It was working, too. He felt a bit more comfortable now.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Oh here's your blazer, thank you so much and again I'm sorry about what happened."</em></strong>She placed it on a hanger and handed it to him.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, thanks, and no worries. It happens... well... to you. But I'm sure other people too! Probably."</strong>He smiled jokingly. He didn't want Eleanor to feel awkward about the situation, or like Adell was judging her, so he wanted to turn the situation into something they could laugh at. Maybe a funny story they could tell people about how they first met. If they even got that far, of course. He shouldn't get too ahead of himself. Still though, he could definitely see himself being with Eleanor for a long time if she accepted him. He really wanted to be with her.<br/><br/>She parted with him again and scampered into the kitchen. She was so adorable.<em><strong>"So what are you in the mood for? I don't know about you but I am starving."</strong></em>He blinked. He knew she said she was going to cook, but he didn't think much of it. He never had a woman cook for him; not even his own mother. His father was the cook in the family: That's how he got his mother.<em><strong>"If you really want to impress a woman, cook for her. She'll fall in love faster than you can catch her!"</strong></em>Though Adell's father was a bit of a goofball, the fact that his mother married him was all the proof he needed. That's one of the main reasons why Adell took it upon himself to learn how to cook. He wanted to one day be able to impress a beautiful young lady. For awhile he even thought that was how it worked: The guys cooked for their girlfriends. Then he got to high school and all that went to shit. Such is high school, though.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Mexican? Maybe Italian? I make a mean Chicken Parmigiana, and it only takes like 30 minutes. It's okay if you rather have something else."</strong></em>Right! He spaced out for a moment from the shock.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh! Well... Chicken Parmigiana sounds great, actually."</strong>The awkwardness was coming back. Every fiber of his being was telling him that he should be the one making dinner for her. After all, he really did want to impress her. He was starting to get a little nervous on the inside, and it probably showed in his voice a bit.<strong>"W-would you like some help with anything. I mean, I'm not the greatest cook in the world, but I've never burned water, so I should be of some use."</strong>Modesty was good to have, but at the same time he wondered if he was a little too modest. Now she might think he was one of those guys who thought a five-star meal consisted of a microwavable cup of noodles and grape soda. Man, he really needed to relax, but he just couldn't! He wanted her to like him so badly it was pathetic!<br/><br/>He stopped himself and breathed. His wavelength was getting hot inside of his soul, which was probably the root to all his babbling. He relaxed himself, and even though he was still a little shy and awkward, he hid it well. He hated when his wavelength went haywire like that. He couldn't imagine what life would be like if he couldn't control himself. Well, he could. All he had to do was just think back to the last few years. How volatile and emotional he was. Adell was always the type to wear his heart on his sleeves, but not everyone treated it as delicately as they should have, which only fed his uncontrollable fires. he's always been shy and self-conscious, but would go through extreme lengths to compensate for such feelings. Being overly helpful was one of them. That side was starting to resurface when he saw Eleanor start cooking. He had to nip it in the bud before he just became utterly annoying.<br/><br/>He sighed through his nose and allowed the rest of the tension to fade away. He needed to relax, and that was exactly what he was going to do, but if Eleanor did happen to request his services, he'd be more than ready to jump in the kitchen and do whatever she asked.