.x♥x. Matty Dupree and Abbi Rose .x♥x. - [ calla & mapley ]

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LE-OPEN BITCHES♥ 

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LE YEETS

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{ hehehe - alright. you should start because yeah }

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    The place was busing with small talk ranging from friends talking about each other to people praising the art. Strange colored items were hung on the wall and a few statues sat in the middle of the large, white room. People filled in the extra spaces, making it a little more crowded than Abbi Rose expected. Since she had come here alone, it was awkward having to excuse herself in between people so she could view the pieces - and it didn't help that her long, pink skirt touching the floor was kind of a pain to walk in.
    A small sigh escaped her lips as she stood in front of a simple piece. She looked down at a little brochure she was given at the entrance. It had a little paragraph about the artist, some information about certain pieces, and a silly picture of the guy on the back. It kind of made her smile because it was probably the most interesting piece in the entire gallery. 
    This wasn't exactly what she expected. She had seen some of his stuff on the internet, but they must had been old, because this man's art now was more modern than her liking. It was too simple - too abstract. It lacked any real talent. And for someone that sat in her room most of the time, practicing to gain a more complex art style, this wasn't exactly her type of place. As she looked around, she noticed most of the people weren't even looking at the art. Just networking, or taking random pictures - all helping themselves instead of praising the man of the night. 
    Abbi shifted her long amber colored hair. The blond tips reached to the end of her crop top that showed just a little bit of skin above her belly button. All of a sudden, she felt bored, awkward, and started to question why she was even here. After seeing only two cool pieces, her heart was beginning to feel a strong sense of disappointment for her favorite Otello.

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    Matty moved silently through the crowd, sipping on some soda in a wine glass (though of course he'd spiked it). His pale green eyes flickered over guests as they mingled, talking, laughing, becoming acquainted. His father, the well established and known Mr. Dupree, was conversing with people near the front stage with Matty's aunt Merida on his arm. Matty let out a small snort as he noticed this, tilting back his drink in his lips. The art show wasn't really his thing, and actually he would much rather be practicing off hours for his game on the up coming Friday; but being a Dupree and the oldest son, he was always supposed to look good and dapper to make his Daddy look good in front of the business partners. They were all here too, dressed in suit and ties and drinking alcohol and what not; even though this was a charitable event, the practice of business was what really mattered to Mr. Dupree. 
    Someone stepped infront of Matty and he grunted in an effort to dodge them, moving backwards and bumping shoulders with someone. His eyes scanned over the large piece of art work looming above him, then over to the person he'd bumped into. The murmur of, "Sorry," was already out before he really got to see her. But when he did, those long lashes of his shifted over her body, taking her in. Beautiful, like someone he'd never seen before. 
    Matty himself was in a very tightly fitted suit, one that showed off his fit body. He stood around 6 foot and had broad shoulders to match his rather well muscled arms and legs. His body was built for not only agility, but for speed, and that was why he was on the football team, and one of the best players. His scraggly mess of wavy brown hair moved together when he ran his fingers through it just then, smiling through the side of his mouth to show his dimples at her. He cleared his throat, turning his body to face her completely and adjust his tie. "I'm sorry," he repeated, charm all in his features, "Some jerk bumped into me."

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    In shock, Abbi fell forward a bit and opened her hands wide in preparation were she to fall. She didn't, thankfully. Her brochure slipped out of her hands and floated around in the air, further into the sea of people. Unattainable by now. Her brow furrowed in discontent as she turned towards the culprit. At first, it was out of anger - with amber hair flowing around her like a sea of fire in her haste and her green-hazel eyes matching with intensity. But this quickly changed as she met a perfect chest in her view. One that happened to be fitted perfectly in that suit. Her anger quickly fell as she trailed up towards his face and realized 'damn, i'm totally okay with him running into me.'
    "I-it's okay." She stammered, running her fingers through her hair from root to tip - kind of clumsily, awkwardly, and a dash of shyly. A small smile revealed her braces-perfected teeth between tulip colored lips. Her freckled face was beginning to show her lack of any amazing social skills as her cheeks burned a slight red. Her eyes shifted towards his suit cause, damn, it was a little hard to not stare at his face in a creepy, wide-eyed amazement kind of way.
Okay, Abbi. Play it cool. You got this.
    "It's sort of crowded here." She mumbled, somewhat finding her voice, "So I understand."
    Somehow, she found her lady balls enough to glance back up at his face. Pausing at his dimples, because damn, and then landing back at his eyes. 

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    Matty gave her a slight nod, because he understood, as he gazed out over the crowd, drink still in hand. "Yeah, not really my type of thing either." But then his eyes scanned back over her, from head to toe, and he smiled briefly before relaxing into his stance. "Is it yours?" he turned to the big sculpture behind them, pointing with a long finger with bitten down nail chiseled at the end. "This guy's pretty cool," his hands were shoved into his pockets as he pretended to study the art with a continuing nod, then grinned at the girl. He didn't know her name, or who she was, but his charm was on full speed and it wasn't going away any time soon. 

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    Abbi took a little longer to get her attention on the statues. Her eyes were grazing over his features a little too much without her knowledge. Probably about twenty seconds passed before she realized what she was doing. Her body kind of jumped and her cheeks began to feel a little hot with embarrassment. She obviously wasn't too good around guys - especially good looking guys like this one. The statue brought a bit of relief to this female, allowing her to tone down the redness of her face.
    "It's a bit pretentious." She muttered, twirling around one of her silver rings around her finger. Her eyes studied the lack of detail in the human shaped figure. Something she remembered about this artist (that she had been following for years) was that his art was interesting. It was strange, but had so many little details. This didn't. None of this new stuff did. Her lips pursed with her discontent before she glanced over at the name-less, but attractive, stranger boy.
    "I used to love his stuff, a few years ago, because everything he created caught your eye from far away then amazed you with all the details he put in." She paused and let out a small sigh, "But now, he's just trying to follow the minimalist stuff that's picked up lately."
Her fingers stopped twirling round and round her pinkie and she quickly dropped her hands back to her sides. "Sorry, I don't mean to bore you." She said with an embarrassed laugh, "What's your name by the way?"

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    Matty studied her slowly, eyes trailing down her figure again and a small smirk curling onto his lip. "I don't know if someone like you could ever bore me," he complimented and held out his hand while the other was poised masculinely in the pocket of his slacks. "I'm Matt." His dark eyes traveled over his body again and he flashed another smile, charm dazzling like always. His slightly curled whips of hair tickled the tips of his ears and made him have almost a boyish look compared to his manly attire he wore and that his body put off. 

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An amber eyebrow rose at his voice, smooth as velvet and just as suave. He wasn't the type of guy that Abbi would normally go after, or even be within a 10 foot radius of, but sometimes you just had to say fuck it and enjoy a good thing when you got it. "I'm glad to hear that. My name's Abbi." She replied, matching his smile with her own, more playful version. She grabbed his hand confidently, yet femininely. Her eyes trailed up his suited body a little more slowly than she intended - but damn, who wouldn't have. Maybe it was the lighting, or maybe she had a spiked drink, but she couldn't really help herself from the eye candy. Of course she was nervous as hell on the inside. It felt like jello was jiggling where her heart should be. The last thing that she wanted him to notice was that, in reality, she was an awkward mess.

"So what are you doing here?" She continued, leaning her weight to one of her legs in a haphazardly way of showing off her curves in a subtle way, "Were you dragged here by some girl, or here to network your way into your new modeling career?"

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His head went back in laughter, his white teeth making an appearance before his customary smirk came back. "No, my dad's just running this exhibit."

Matty's green eyes flashed as one of his dimples popped into his cheeks, cheekily bringing Abbi's hand to his lips and kissing them softly. "What a pretty name," he raised an eyebrow mischievously and let her hand fall gently. While she studied him, his chest puffed just a tad, a natural habit he had whenever a girl checked him out. "Now tell me," he settled his fingers into the pocket of his slacks, taking a sip of his drink casually. He liked the tone of Abbi's voice, it was sultry, almost like velvet. He found himself wanting to lean into her to hear more, and it became even worse when her eyes met his. She was enticing, and he licked his lips slowly in order to keep himself composed. He thought, fuck. Because wow, she was hot. "What are you doing here?" he lifted his eyebrow again.

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Abbi let out a small sigh as she debated whether or not to tell him the truth. She could lie and say someone dragged her here, or that she was just here for the free drinks - but something about lying made her stomach crawl. Especially when she was looking at this guy straight in the eyes. It was hard enough not to melt right then and there. "Actually, I'm here to check out the art. I-I kind of love coming to exhibits like this." As she spoke, she tore her eyes off of his. Her dorky obsession with staring at other's pieces to see how they constructed them was hard to admit. "So I guess I should be thanking your dad." She added after a short pause.

"Excuse me." murmured a few people behind Abbi just after she spoke. As they tried to, somewhat politely, move their way through the crowd, they forced Abbi closer to Matty. And that was when the aroma hit her. "Have you been drinking?" She asked, glancing up at him - almost having to strain to see his eyes from the angle she was standing at. Her tone had completely changed from flirty, to a little angry. Disappointment would have been a better word.

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Matty watched her silently, a smirk on his face, as she spoke about her coming for the art. It made sense to him, the aura she gave off presented her as someone who would probably be interested in art. But he liked that she wasn't just another flirty drunk girl at the bar. She seemed like a girl who actually had a brain.

And that made him even more intrigued with her.

"I'll tell him you said so," Matty's eyes twinkled a bit. When she moved closer to him, his blood pressure seemed to spike about ten times higher than usual and his drink was brought closer to his chest. She smelled really good. He was smiling stupidly when she asked him a question he wasn't expecting, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. "Just a glass so far," he held up his drink of champagne quietly and watched for her reaction. Did he seem tipsy? He didn't think so, but then again he couldn't really tell anymore. He'd always been a big partier. This might've actually been one of his better nights when it came to getting wasted. His dad had insisted it, or his large black truck he adored might be taken from him. He didn't want that.