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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 3, 2011 12:02:00 GMT -5
The first class was sat by two seats, so her and Tyson were comfortable sitting next to eachother, although the guy next to her across the aisle was definitely keen on hitting on Giselle relentlessly, which was starting to irritate her to the point of where she had to tell Tyson and well... the guy beside her was quiet for the rest of the plane ride, occasionally stealing a glance at her.
Luckily, the first class seats were comfortable, but snuggling up to Tyson was better because he was constantly warm and they no longer give you blankets on the airplanes. Once landed, Giselle stretched her legs, a little dizzy from sitting down. She took down her suitcase and dragged it behind her, collecting her luggage from the carousel wheel. "To my home." She smiled, giving the taxi driver directions.
Arriving promptly an hour later at her estate, Giselle got out of the car, speaking to the driver. Nous avons besoin de la voiture à 7:00 pm exactement. S'il vous plaît être disponible comme on pourrait le sortir sur la ville. Giselle said as she hoisted the suitcase out of the trunk and left it on the front door step for the servants to grab for her.
"Okay we are meeting my parents at 9:00 pm on the dot. It takes awhile to get there. Nice suit, be yourself." Giselle said, opening the cabinet that held the food which was stocked with Poptarts. She opened a package and tossed one to Tyson. "We can go out on the town if you like?" She told him, hoping to lift his spirits about being in another country where he did not speak the language fluently. After all, this is the city of love. |
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Post by tyson on Mar 3, 2011 17:12:14 GMT -5
Tyson pulled the rest of his luggage into the house before setting it near the couch and falling backwards onto the soft surface. Laying on his back all sprawled out on the couch he let his light blue eyes drift closed for a moment before he opened them once more as she spoke. A smile made it's way across his face and he watched her move about the house as if she had never left.
He was glad that he had been able to come with her to meet her parents but he was a little nervous to meet them. After all he didn't speak French and they were in France which meant she had to translate everything for him and he hated that she had to do that because it left him feeling left behind.
Sighing and just glad to be off of the plane which had been a very long flight, he tilted his head before stretching his arms above his head as he waited for her to come over to him. Dinner that night would be a big deal and he didn't want to be completely worn out when they sat down with her parents.
"So is this the house your parents live in?" he asked curiously as he turned his head so he could look over at her once more. |
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 3, 2011 17:32:54 GMT -5
Tyson plopped down on the couch, he looked exhausted. No night out except for dinner then. She devoured her poptart before popping open a Coke and drinking that too, having some dribble on her chin. "Yeah, I was basically raised in this house... but now it is all mine. You are going to love my parents, they speak English so you dont have to worry. They seem to like you... my mom comments on our pictures on facebook all the time so they know who you are." She put her can on the counter and made her way to where he was sitting.
"Couch potato, scoot over." She said, laying on top of him, her head on his chest as she cuddled into him. This was how they spent hours, just listening and watching each others movement. He would play with her hair, or she would sing but no one ever directly talked to one another, it kept one another guessing. She lifted her head up and took one hand and drew on his chest, "I love you." Drawing the letter "I" and then drawing a heart and writing out "you". "I love you." She said, kissing the spot where she drew the heart.
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Post by tyson on Mar 4, 2011 0:07:27 GMT -5
He had to admit that when he heard that her parents spoke English he was definitely relieved. The last thing he wanted to do was have to have Giselle translate for them whenever they were trying to talk. That definitely put his mind at ease a lot more than before. A sigh escaped his body and he closed his eyes once more as she laid down on top of him, laying her head on his chest.
The feeling of her fingers tracing things on his chest almost made him want to fall asleep. But he knew he wasn't really sleepy, just tired of traveling and ready to just relax. Opening his eyes when he heard her voice a smile crossed his face and he looked down at her before brushing some of her hair out of her face and running his fingers softly throw her hair.
"I love you too." he replied softly, smiling down at her once more before tilting his head so he could see her better. He was glad that he was here with her and would have been perfectly content just staying like that for the rest of the night. |
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 4, 2011 8:22:19 GMT -5
She had to admit that she was nervous to see her parents, they would probably critique her atrociously, as they always had when she was a younger child. Ugly clothes, ugly hair, smile bigger, stand straighter, loose weight. Always the constant put down. They were French though and they were all straight forward so Giselle did not expect anything less from her parents. She loved her parents, but it seemed she loved Tyson more and if they were to critique him in any way she was walking out of that house, and would not speak to her family until they sincerely apologized. She was a grown adult now and didnt need her parents continuously hovering over her every move and deciding what she could and could not do. She knew that if her parents critiqued her; she would have no choice but to just take it and not let it affect her.
She laid on him for another five minutes, just silence; it wasnt the awkward kind either which she appreciated. She placed her hands under her chin and looked at him. "Will you marry me?" Is what she wanted to say but as she tried to speak those words, something completely irrelevant came out "If my parents are rude to me, just dont do anything okay? Just let them put me down." She bit her tongue. Just say it! She thought to herself, although she knew that she couldnt do such a thing. She was too afraid, rejection? She had once been asked to be married but she turned the guy down knowing that he wasnt the one. What would happen if that was her?
She climbed off of Tyson, hoping her weight hadnt hurt him making her way to the closet to get him a blanket. She spread it out over his body. "I'll unpack while you sleep." She said as she kissed him gently on the lips, parting their faces although their lips were still mere centimeters away from one another. Un jour, nous aurons notre propre afters heureux pour toujours. She said before taking the suitcase he had left by the sofa and taking it into the bedroom, hoisting it up on the bed and unzipping it. Shirts, pants, underwear, she had taken it all out and organized it by color, pattern and pressed all his dress shirts, his suit as well. Taking his toothbrush, comb and toothpaste out she put those in the bathroom which she scrubbed down hard and scented. Finally she had time to relax and stood out on the balcony, taking a breather from all the chemicals she was using to clean the bathroom.
The view was gorgeous as usual, the entire of Paris was beautiful and she was glad to be back home. Down below she saw the bike riders and people calling to eachother for bargains on trinkets. She laughed, she remembered running down the streets as a young girl, causing her usual mayhem. A flashback appeared in her mind of her mother scolding her. Que faites-vous? Avez-vous jamais pensé, utilisez votre cerveau si Dieu vous a donné une. Bonté divine! Vous êtes une douleur à manipuler. Pas étonnant que ton père et je voulais un jeune garçon au lieu de vous. Les garçons sont beaucoup plus faciles à manipuler. Chers hommes ne veulent pas des filles comme vous pour les mariées, vous êtes trop difficile à gérer. Vous serez seul si vous ne vous comportez pas. Fini de jouer, que l'étude et de nettoyage. C'est tout. Pour votre dame salle de jeune! She remembered that day so well. The day her mother had told her to be someone else, was her mother expecting that person to return home to her when she never really existed?
Leaning against the railing she looked down, the young children running as she looked across at the women in the house across who was watering her flowers, wearing a smock, her face covered in paint. She smiled and waved at Giselle and Giselle waved back. France surely had changed, or had she?
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Post by tyson on Mar 6, 2011 22:35:45 GMT -5
Tyson thought about what she said the whole time she was unpacking, his mind going over and over it as he tried to make sense of it. Why would her parents be rude to her? After all they were her parents. But he had heard that the French were pretty straight forward and didn't really beat around the bush about things. But what could be wrong with Giselle that her parents would be rude to her about?
She was beautiful, successful, smart, funny, independent and as far as he could see there wasn't anything wrong with her at all. When she finished unpacking and he heard her in the bedroom he rose up from the couch and made his way down the hall until he got to the bedroom that he guessed they would be staying in while they were there. She was looking out the window and he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her before his lips found her neck, planting soft kisses all slong her throat and collarbone.
He wasn't sure if he would be able to sit back and not saying anything if her parents started being mean to Giselle. He was her boyfriend after all, how could he just let anyone be rude to her and not do anything about it. Wasn't it his job to stand up for her and protect her? He took a deep breath, breathing in her scent before closing his light blue eyes, his lips still on her neck. |
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 6, 2011 22:47:02 GMT -5
She was so entranced in her memories and flashbacks that when Tyson came and held her she did not notice at first whatsoever. She was still focused on her mother and was she really the daughter her mother thought she had thousands of miles away in America. Dissapointment was never an answer in the Cartillere family. Adapting her name to sound more America devastated the bunch.
Tyson came up from behind her, his usual sneak attack and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her typical response was to take her hands and intertwine fingers with him and let their hands sit on her waist. His soft lips gave light kisses to her exposed shoulder that was showing since her shirt had fallen limply from rigorous cleaning.
Then, something happened almost as if a light had gone off in her head. A brilliant and bright light that was gleaming in the dark hole. Releasing her hands from his she turned around, her back pressed against the railing. "Tyson Jake Tyler, I'm young and just getting into the swing of life but, I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Quite informal and very un-ladylike, a definite no-no from mother but her father had encouraged her to marry Tyson. If her heart said yes, that was all that mattered!
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Post by tyson on Mar 7, 2011 22:42:49 GMT -5
Tyson looked at her curiously when she turned around and seemed like she had something very important to say. He remained silent and raised his eyebrows expectantly as he waited for her to speak. When she finally did he tilted his head a bit to the side before taking a step towards her so he could rest a hand on the railing behind her back. A hand on either side of her waist. His body was pressed gently against hers and he looked down at her with his light blue eyes.
"So what are you saying?" he asked her, unsure of what she was getting at. It sounded a bit like she was getting ready to ask him to marry her but he hoped that's not what she was getting at because if anyone was going to ask anyone to get married then he wanted to be the one to ask her. |
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 7, 2011 22:54:54 GMT -5
As she finished speaking he took a step toward her and she backed off, bumping into the railing quite hard, causing her to flinch in pain as he wrapped a hand around her back and waist. He had asked her what she had said, oh goodness. "Nothing, it's really stupid." As she looked down and away from him, trying not to meet his gaze which was difficult task.
Pretty soon they would have to get ready to meet her crazy parents whom she wasn't too pumped to meet either, they were nutcase yet good and hospitable people. Something, a trait that Giselle intoolk from them. Her parents constantly fought over the better parent in Giselles life and it was hard because she was an only child and couldn't relate to others.
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Post by tyson on Mar 7, 2011 23:02:18 GMT -5
Tyson knew that something was bothering her when she ended the conversation and looked away from him, not meeting his gaze no matter how hard he tried. An idea of what she meant was growing in his mind but he had to play it cool because he had something up his own sleeve and he didn't want to mess anything up. They were silent for a moment and one of his hands went to her chin to gently raise her face to look at his.
His light blue eyes shone and a smile was on his face as he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the sun was setting and soon they would be on their way to meet her parents. His eyes gazed into hers warmly and after a moment he leaned down to kiss her. When he kissed her, he kissed her passionately. His eyes closed and his lips pressed against hers firmly. When he finally pulled away he opened his eyes once more, a smile still on his face.
"I love you Giselle. Don't you ever forget that." he replied, a smile still on his face as his hands went back to the railing on either side of her waist. A content sigh escaped his mouth and he took a small step back before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to his muscular chest, holding her and not wanting to let go. |
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 7, 2011 23:37:45 GMT -5
Why was he so perfect, so wonderful for her. Soul mates. His kiss was different, it seemed a lot more emotion was put into it. So cute having a minuscule romance seen on her balcony in Paris. Giselle strongly believe against, 'I love you' So when he broke the kiss unfortunately she replied, "I love you." As the words were stronger and more passionate.
His massive biceps pulling her into him for a hug which she cozied into because of his warm skin and body temperature. TyBear.
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They arrived on time to Giselles families estate, a massive yard that supported two tennis courts, a lap pool and a golf course. Invested they seemed. Giselle got out of the car and greeted her mother and father with hugs and kisses and cheers. Her mother kissed Tyson on both cheeks while her father supported a rough handshake as a test of manliness. Her mother set them at the dinner table and asked Tyson a few questions, "How are you? Where did you meet our little Giselle? How is she doing? Is she being a good housewife?" Her mother than turned her attention to her daughter. "Sit up straight Giselle, no guys like slouchy girls." It was consistently hard to please her.
Mr. Carter eyed Tyson from the table and after hearing and listening to Tysons and Giselles stories he decided to talk to him. "Care to follow me young man?" He asked as he hobbled into the living room, quite far away from the Mrs and Miss. "I just wanted to let you know that if you ever break my daughters heart, you wil have yours missing too." He laughed, "Just kidding. My daughter loves you, you are the only important thing to her, just don't drop her she has been dropped to many times."
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Post by tyson on Mar 7, 2011 23:51:33 GMT -5
When they arrived at her parent's house the building and estate was amazing to look at and when they all sat down to eat, Tyson answered all of their questions and was sure to use his manners as well as the things his parents had taught him which included say yes ma'am and yes sir. After dinner, Giselle's father pulled him aside to talk to him in a different room while they left Giselle and her mother alone.
As they walked down a long hallway, Tyson gazed around at the huge paintings on the walls as well as the architecture of the building. It really was a beautiful house. When they finally stopped inside of a den looking room with a fireplace and a bear skin rug, Tyson smiled and nodded in reply to Giselle's father's question before there was silence for a moment. He thought long and hard about what he wanted to say next before finally speaking his mind.
"Sir, I would like to as your daughter to marry me. And I am hoping to get your blessing." he finally stated, turning his attention to her father as he waited for the answer. It seemed strange for him to be getting married at such a young age but him and Giselle had been together for quite some time now and he knew that she was the one that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. It did feel odd to say it out loud though. |
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 7, 2011 23:59:40 GMT -5
Mr. Carter was a bit stunned at first but relaxed, this had to come someday, and that day was today. "Do you really love her? Because if you do; you don't need me, but your courtesy is appreciated and I agree to proceed with this plan of action." He smiled as he took Tysons hand firmly. "So, how are you going to ask her?" He wondered, curiosity taking over.
Marrying of Giselle was a dream, a thought that would have never ever came true in a thousand years but it did and they go extremely lucky on that note and handing her off to someone who seemed to care about her was great and genuine.
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Post by tyson on Mar 8, 2011 1:17:54 GMT -5
Tyson smiled and shook her father's hand firmly when he offered his blessing and told him he could marry his daughter. When he asked him how he planned on doing it Tyson had to think for a moment before shrugging. He wasn't sure how he wanted to do it yet but he did know that he wanted it to be perfect.
"I'm not sure really. I just want it to be perfect." he replied as him and her father began to head out of the den and towards the room they had left her and her mother at. Tyson put his hands in the pockets of his suit before strolling down the long hallways once more. He couldn't wait to get back to their house for the night and be alone with Giselle. |
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 8, 2011 8:13:39 GMT -5
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"Comment est la perte de poids à venir?" Her mother asked, as her and Giselle were washing the dishes with one another.
"En fait, je suis assez content de mon poids en ce moment. Je vais à la gym et je mange sain." She knew what her mother was trying to get at and she tried to just suck it up and be polite.
"You sure Giselle? You look a little big." Her mother said as she smacked Giselle's stomach with a wooden spoon.
"Yeah mom, Im sure." She said as she dried the last dish and put it away in the cabinet.
"Why did you wear that, dont you want to get his attention more?" Mrs. Carter said, pointing to Giselle's simple dress.
"What do you mean?" Giselle asked, a bit confused, wringing out the towel and hanging it on the hook.
"No cleavage! No guy likes an un-confident girl."
"I dont need to wear scandalous clothing for Tyson mom. I believe that he loves me no matter what I wear." She was getting irriatated by her mother.
Tyson and her father walked in from the other room, both of them wearing huge smiles on their face. Odd. "Hey babe." She said, smoothing out her dress, as she tucked a piece of long brown hair behind her ear. |
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