Perfect Chemistry? (( NATE))

[whirleybird86]

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Kennedy woke up and looked out her window. It was a perfect morning and who would want it to go to waste by staying in their pjs all day? Not Kennedy! She got up and took her messy hair and twisted it into a messy bun and changed out of her loose fitted pajamas. She put on something cute and dabbed on a little makeup before grabbing her phone. Let's see, who would want to spend this day with her? She scrolled down her contacts list and pulled up Nate's name. She bit her lip as she looked at his name. Nate was one of her best and closest friends, and she has the hugest crushes on him. It wasn't really a girly crush, she had known Nate for a while, so it was pretty serious. She just had a fear of telling him how she felt. Because A) She was afraid to ruin their friendship and B) who knew how he felt about her.

She immediately texted him, " Hey Nate! Care to accompany me to the museum? I'd rather not be a bum today," she wrote and sent it. She scrounged around in her closet for some shoes and just settled for a pair of her flats. She grabbed her keys and got into her truck and drove down to the museum. She got out, and checked her messages to see if he had messaged her back. Nothing yet. She walked through the front doors, and started to walk around and checked out the exhibits that were in the front.

[nathaniel vance gage]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #6a667f solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'm just a little unwell tagged Brooke words 737 muse Match Box 20 notes he can be a bit difficult to get along with. credits template by irish! Normally, Nate was not one to be spontaneous and go do things that he didn't schedule. Normally, every minute of his every day was planned to the most minute detail. He knew exactly what time he would get up, exactly how long he would spend on breakfast, what he would wear, the exact time he would leave for work, the precise amount of time that it would take to get there, how many steps it took from the front door of the office to his desk. He knew exactly what time his first meeting was to be, and exactly how long it would last. He had everything he needed for the day printed and organized alphabetically. He knew what time he would leave for the barn, and not a second late. It took ten minutes to drive there. Each horse would be worked for the exact same amount of time, in order by age. They were flatted Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, jumped Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. Saturdays they had off. His tack was meticulously cleaned after each ride, and every horse had its own set of tack, bridles, saddles, bits, saddle pads, girths, you name it, no horse shared anything. When he was done at the barn there were other general things left to do, and all of them were planned meticulously. Saturdays, though, were the one day where he left gaps in his schedule to just... let things happen as they happened. It was incredibly hard for him to do it, but he forced himself to. He'd been through a lot of psychiatrists, and all of them had said the same thing... that he needed to allow himself "free time" so that he could learn how to deal with life that was not perfectly organized. Personally, he didn't see it working, but he did it anyway... because by the time he realized that it wasn't working, it had become a part of his routine and he had to do it, no matter how difficult it was for him. A lot of days he couldn't do it and he had to plan things.... but he managed it sometimes. Today was one of those times when he was managing. He'd forced himself to stay in bed past the time he normally got up... and that was incredibly difficult. He didn't sleep, but he at least stayed there. Shortly after he got up, he received a text from Kennedy asking if he wanted to go to the museum. He didn't particularly care for museums, so many things that people, especially children, got their hands all over and covered in germs... but Kennedy was his friend, so he felt like this was a good opportunity to exercise his "letting things happen." He texted back that he would be there.. he nearly said a time, but that wasn't allowed... so he just said "soon" and set about getting himself ready for the day. As usual, he dressed nicely in perfectly pressed clothes, and fixed his hair so that not a single strand was out of place and parted perfectly. Once his morning routine was completed, then he headed out. As usual, when he arrived, he had to use a tissue to open the door, and discarded it in the trash bin inside the door. Doors were disgusting. So many hands, and he was certain no one ever cleaned the handles. The diseases that could be lurking on them made him nauseous just to think about it. It hardly took him a moment to spot Kennedy in front of one of the exhibits and he headed over towards her, forcing himself to resist the urge to make her messy bun not messy. Unlike most people, there was no hugging, no handshake, no touch on the shoulder, he just stopped, making sure to keep a good 6 inches between them. "Couldn't be bothered with a brush, I see." He said, not really meaning it to sound insulting. It was just an observation, one that he couldn't help but make because of his OCD. People who knew him tended to brush it off when he said things like that, knowing that he rarely meant to actually insult people. His OCD made him a bit socially inept. He wouldn't be the way he was if he could help it.

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[whirleybird86]

Kennedy folded her hands behind her back as she observed the diorama in a glass case. She slowly circled and she bit down on her lip. That was one of her habits that she did when she observed things. She scratched her arm, and heard a familiar voice.She looked up from the display and smiled when she saw Nate. She walked from around the display case and kept the smile on her face seeing him. She did a little wave when he kept his distance. He was funny like that, but Kennedy didn't mind it. She nervously bit her lip when he commented on her hair and she looked down and almost blushed. She looked away, pulling the hair tie out of her hair, and it came cascading down past her shoulders. Her hair was not too messy, but some strands poked up when her hair was down. She ran her fingers through her hair and fixed it. Leaving her hair down that way. Looking at Nate, she did a little "volia" pose. " Better?" she asked and put her hair tie in her pocket.

It felt a little awkward to her at times when Nate would stay about a couple of inches from her. Kennedy was a physical person when it came to her friends, but she knew how Nate was, and she respected his boundaries. Sometimes. She cleared her throat and looked around, and slowly approached him. " Come on,"she said and they walked into a larger section of the museum. She put her hands in her pockets and looked around. " Thank you for coming out today. I know you have a strict schedule, but I'm glad you came out with me," she said and gave him a little smile.

[nathaniel vance gage]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #6a667f solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'm just a little unwell tagged Kennedy words 737 muse Match Box 20 notes he can be a bit difficult to get along with. credits template by irish! Nate was a rather finicky individual. He was comfortable in his clean and controlled bubble. Everything was exactly the way he wanted it to be. It was safe there. He didn't like it when people tried to get him to break out of his bubble. Everything outside of his comfort zone was frightening and aggravating. He was easily frustrated when things weren't perfect or didn't go the way he wanted them to, and when he stepped outside of his bubble, there were so many ways for things to go so wrong. It was like taking a librarian and throwing them out on the front lines of the army. It was an environment that he was both unprepared for and terrified of. He didn't like breaking out of his mold. Nate nodded slightly when she asked if it was better with her hair down. He liked it better when there were hairs out of line accidentally rather than deliberately messy. Messy on purpose was just irritating to him, where as he had forced himself to accept most things that were messy on accident. It had taken him years to get to the point where he could force himself to let things be the way they were. He'd been to so many psychiatrists throughout his teen years when he drove his friends and family insane with his obsessions. He'd not wanted to at first, convinced that it was an insult to him that they wanted him to change. They'd convinced him, though. He was very picky about the person who he would see, though. He didn't want someone who would talk down to him like a child, but he didn't want to have someone belittle him for his... "condition." It took a long time to find one that he liked, and even then he wasn't always pleased with him. He followed her into another part of the museum, not particularly interested in anything. He'd been here before, and not much ever changed. Everything was just as germy as it was the last time he'd been here. "Yeah..." he said a little absently, "Why the museum? It's so... public." Public places where people could get their dirty hands on everything. At the end of every work day he had his office cleaned from top to bottom to remove any germs that might have fallen off of his clients during the day. He was fairly sure he single handedly funded his cleaning lady's business. People found him... odd... but not only would he not change, he also couldn't change, so most people had gotten used to it because they didn't have a choice.

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