Two Sides; One Story
By: Lady-Evie
First Date
P.O.V.: Evelyn Carnahan
Part One
In the words of my dear older brother, my night bloody sucked.
I should be proud of myself though; after all, I lived to tell about it, and that should be good enough for me.
So, why isn't it; may you ask? Well, may I remind you; you didn't go dancing with Rick O'Connell last night. Please don't get me wrong! The man's a wonderful dancer. He really swept me off my feet, and right into... another couple. Luckily, my boyfriend didn't speak a word of Egyptian so when he asked for a translation I replied with a few words that didn't result in the world's first Egyptian man to fly without wings.
Let me start from the beginning; I had no idea the night would be ruined. And believe me; you would have concluded the same thing the moment you first laid eyes on him. I cannot remember every wonderful detail of his wardrobe but I do recall him not wearing a tie of any sort. This was absolutely fine by me, of course. Dressing up wasn't one of his-what do Americans call it?-things, I believe. He wore a simple white collared shirt with a black tuxedo-like jacket with matching dress pants. One word....
Stunning.
I had to give the man credit. I bet he's the only man in the world who has ever sent a three thousand year-old creature to the grave, saved the world, and still have the nerve to dress up and go dancing. But let's not talk about that.
Awestruck was not the only word to describe me as he presented me with a bouquet of lilies,-which strangely looked familiar I might add-I was also hit with the sting of jealousy for the only outfit I prepared was a simple black dress. I felt so ridiculous.
After some basic conversation he offered me his arm and walked me to the car. Opening the door for me, he forcibly chuckled.
"Don't expect me to be a professional waltzer."
I sat in the car and, as calmly as I could, replied,
"I'm no expert either."
Smiling boyishly, he shut the door, walked to the other side of the car and got in. "Then why er' we going dancing?" I glanced at my toes poking from my new, shiny, black shoes.
"Something different, I suppose." Then I quickly added. "Is that all right?" I hoped we weren't about to do something he hated.
"S'okay with me." Lord, I loved his accent. It's funny, but each time he talks to me, I always feel blood rushing to my head, even when he swears.
My thoughts evaporated as the car started, and we, as a couple, began our first date
****Author's Notes**** Yeah, it's short. But it will get better, I promise! I'm thinking of starting a little series with this one. It will have one basic plot (ya know, an experience poor Evelyn and Rick will endure) but be told from two points of view. (Rick and Evelyn's, as if you didn't know) The fanfic will include mostly humor and romance, because that's what I love writing about. Review! Review! REVIEW! Thanks a bunch!
Lady-Evie
By: Lady-Evie
First Date
P.O.V.: Evelyn Carnahan
Part One
In the words of my dear older brother, my night bloody sucked.
I should be proud of myself though; after all, I lived to tell about it, and that should be good enough for me.
So, why isn't it; may you ask? Well, may I remind you; you didn't go dancing with Rick O'Connell last night. Please don't get me wrong! The man's a wonderful dancer. He really swept me off my feet, and right into... another couple. Luckily, my boyfriend didn't speak a word of Egyptian so when he asked for a translation I replied with a few words that didn't result in the world's first Egyptian man to fly without wings.
Let me start from the beginning; I had no idea the night would be ruined. And believe me; you would have concluded the same thing the moment you first laid eyes on him. I cannot remember every wonderful detail of his wardrobe but I do recall him not wearing a tie of any sort. This was absolutely fine by me, of course. Dressing up wasn't one of his-what do Americans call it?-things, I believe. He wore a simple white collared shirt with a black tuxedo-like jacket with matching dress pants. One word....
Stunning.
I had to give the man credit. I bet he's the only man in the world who has ever sent a three thousand year-old creature to the grave, saved the world, and still have the nerve to dress up and go dancing. But let's not talk about that.
Awestruck was not the only word to describe me as he presented me with a bouquet of lilies,-which strangely looked familiar I might add-I was also hit with the sting of jealousy for the only outfit I prepared was a simple black dress. I felt so ridiculous.
After some basic conversation he offered me his arm and walked me to the car. Opening the door for me, he forcibly chuckled.
"Don't expect me to be a professional waltzer."
I sat in the car and, as calmly as I could, replied,
"I'm no expert either."
Smiling boyishly, he shut the door, walked to the other side of the car and got in. "Then why er' we going dancing?" I glanced at my toes poking from my new, shiny, black shoes.
"Something different, I suppose." Then I quickly added. "Is that all right?" I hoped we weren't about to do something he hated.
"S'okay with me." Lord, I loved his accent. It's funny, but each time he talks to me, I always feel blood rushing to my head, even when he swears.
My thoughts evaporated as the car started, and we, as a couple, began our first date
****Author's Notes**** Yeah, it's short. But it will get better, I promise! I'm thinking of starting a little series with this one. It will have one basic plot (ya know, an experience poor Evelyn and Rick will endure) but be told from two points of view. (Rick and Evelyn's, as if you didn't know) The fanfic will include mostly humor and romance, because that's what I love writing about. Review! Review! REVIEW! Thanks a bunch!
Lady-Evie