Someone that You're With - Aleka/rhiaaa!

[silas]

Before Silas sat a blank note pad. He leaned back into his chair, ran his fingers over his closed eyelids, and released a low groan into the silence that surrounded him. Was it because he was in the wrong place that he could not write? The walls of that classroom provided him with more than enough inspiration during the day. During his teaching hours, he was animated and ideas came to him quickly, and all was well. It seemed that the calm and extreme order that came with the absence of students distracted him way more than they helped.

The only way to fix this situation? Noise. He swiveled to his right and placed a blues music cd within his music player. As Muddy Waters’ husky voice was filtered through the speakers, Silas became more relaxed. The pressure seemed to melt away. He proceeded to bend back over the note pad and his hand frenetically moved back and forth across the paper as he began to weave a story about. . .he wasn’t sure what it was about really. It was starting off in a sort of surreal way really, seemingly inspired by something from his dreams perhaps, or something that a ghost had whispered to him.

note; shall we dub this a paragraph thread then? For now, I think yes. Or we can call it "Mo, being lazy"

[ALEKA FERN MORIARTY]

Sitting in Ancient Greek was a bitch when Aleka was tired. She spent the whole time doodling weird, fucked-up monsters with 18 eyeballs or 47 legs-the front one being the guiding leg for all the rest-and didn't really pay attention. Just enough to know what they were talking about, in case she was called on. When the bell rang, her sigh of relief came all to quickly, and she practically ran out of her class, towards the English Literature room; her favourite class of all. Not just because the teacher was smokin'-fine, but she actually did really love to write. It was a good escape from whatever she was dealing with at that current moment in time. It was just something she was good at, to keep her sane, instead of crushing everyone's brains with an intense amount of gravity. Awesome.

Sighing, she stepped into the classroom and shut the door behind her, not really noticing that her teacher was sitting at his desk. Her seat was near the windows, so she made her way over and sat down quietly, putting her head down on her desk. Since it was lunchtime, she was kind of avoiding the whole being-around-people thing. When she heard the family scratching of a pen against paper, she turned her head and looked to Silas, who was sitting quietly at his desk, scribbling away. He looked pretty into it. Naturally, she got up and gravitated towards him, sitting down on a clear spot of his desk. Her shorts hiked up a bit, and she tugged them back down before tilting her head.
"What're you writing, Mr. Michaels?" She smiled and raised an eyebrow.

ooc: sure! paragraph threads are good practice into becoming a beast like me. ;D

[silas]

It was true, he had been so consumed with his writing that he hadn’t noticed her enter the room, nor had he noticed her shut the door, nor had he noticed her take her usual seat by the windows. Had he not been so intently focused on whatever he was writing (so far it had morphed into a story bearing great semblance to “the Stolen Child”), he would have noticed all of these things. And perhaps he would have noted the manner in which her hair brushed against her neck as she put her head down on the desk. At any other given time he would have noted all of these things, maybe even ruminated over them as he went to get his coffee or make Xeroxes. Why? Because there was something about Aleka.

So she caught Silas off guard when she took a seat on his desk, made some strange utterance that he did not quite understand at first. His eyes saw legs, and miles and miles of legs, and then jumped up to the face of their owner feeling guilty for having relished in what they had seen. “Well if it isn’t Ms. Moriarty,” he leaned back into his chair and returned her smile. He suddenly understood what she had asked him. “I don’t know really. . .” He quickly read over the note pad before handing it over to her, “I think it’s about a child escaping to a ‘mystical land,’ but I think he’s supposed to find out that the real world’s much better.” He narrowed his eyes, “why aren’t you at lunch?” His eyes met hers, “Do you come here every day Aleka?”

[ALEKA FERN MORIARTY]

Aleka took the notepad and hummed to herself and she read it over, before hopping off the desk and sauntering over to the window as she read, before sauntering back and setting the notepad down on the desk. Had he said something? She looked up at him and her eyes met his. He asked about lunchtime. Gross. She hated socializing, because she only got along with people who were older than her, or at least more mature.
"Not every day." She started slowly, crossing her arms across her chest before shrugging the shoulders she thought were a little too wide for her tiny body. Truth be told, she had the face of a twenty-five year old, but her body was a bit too small for her. She'd need to start bulking up.

Hopping out of her mental dialogue, and back into the present time, she looked back at him and smiled weakly.
"Sometimes I go to the physics lab." She rubbed at her forehead with her thumb, before pointing to the next room over. She only went to the physics lab when Silas was teaching a class or something, though, so it was only on Wednesday and Friday that she took her writing to the other room to be alone. It wasn't so bad.
"I prefer to be alone." She turned and walked back to her backpack, tugging out a brown bag filled with her lunch. "So I make my own lunch." She held the bag up by her face and wiggled it, grinning a bit. "Do you want to share?" She raised an eyebrow and smirked at him, walking back over.

[silas]

He watched her as she walked over to the window, perhaps too intently. Did he have a problem? He was beginning to feel that he thought of her too often. He’d realized it just now, really. Her presence that afternoon was bringing him too much pleasure, and he began to wonder if his inclination towards her had less to do with her being a promising student and more to do with something else. Who was he kidding? He knew it had to do with something else. Sometimes she went to the physics lab, she said. He nodded, watched as she folded her arms across her body. . .across that body.

“That’s understandable, I was like that as a kid.” Only she wasn’t really that much of a child, was she? Everything about her was womanish in his eyes. “But it was something like a phase.” He picked up the pad from the desk, turned to the next page before leaning over to the CD player and shutting it off. “Well, if you ever don’t want to be alone, you can come out to lunch with me. I usually go somewhere off campus.” What the hell was he doing? He didn’t even know if that was allowed. In all honesty he didn’t think that he truly cared. Did he want to share? “Sure.” He rose from the desk and walked over to where she stood, gently pulling the bag from her hands. He opened the bag and began to place its contents on the table, one at a time. “I’ve probably interrupted your so-earnestly-desired solitude haven’t I?” He grinned. “Or is it the other way around?”

[ALEKA FERN MORIARTY]

Watching as Silas spread out the contents of her lunch bag on the table, she blinked. Thinking of what he had just said. When he was a kid? Pfft. He was only 9 years old that her. She was pretty sure she had some illegitimate brother who was that old. It wasn't that far away from being 18. Not that it really mattered. She was older in her mind, and that's all that really mattered to her. She laughed a bit when he told her it had just been a phase, sitting down a the table, picking up the apple she had brought. She sliced it in two easily and set one half on a napkin for him, while the bit into the other half. A phase, huh?
"Says the attractive young teacher who could definitely be out getting some right now, and instead he was sitting alone in his classroom?" She rolled her eyes and laughed softly, before going back to chew another bite of apple.

She had brought some homemade sandwiches, fresh squeezed orange juice, some blackberries, and a a little box of chocolates some guy had given her for Valentine's day because he had felt bad she didn't get anything. Humming, she opened up the bag with the sandwiches and set one on his napkin as well, before shrugging at the look he gave her.
"I eat a lot... Like... A lot" She stretched out and grinned a bit, before eating a piece of chocolate. Had he just asked her out to lunch? She blinked and tilted her head, about to answer him, "yes" when he spoke again. Had he interrupted her?
"Nah. One smart person is much better company than my dreams." She shrugged and took a bite of her sandwich.

[silas]

Had she really just made reference to his sex life? Silas only barely managed to stifle his laughter. His face, however, slightly reddened from the embarrassment. Is that what students thought their teachers did when they left for lunch these days? Contrary to their belief then, when Silas went out for lunch, he actually got. . .lunch. And there was no real sex life. There were those rare serendipitous occurrences that he was lucky enough to enjoy from time to time, but nothing on the regular. Why? Silas did not keep a girlfriend, not because he did not want one (in truth it one of his greatest desires was to settle down someday and start a family of his own), but because he had never been lucky with romance. He’d been told he wasn’t a good boyfriend, though he did not know why. He had put his greatest effort into every relationship he was in in the past, only to hear from his significant other that they felt neglected, some had even reported that they felt cheated upon.

“Well I was trying to write,” He said eventually, “Which I don’t do too well with people around me.” He picked up the apple slice that she’d left for him on the napkin and took a bite. “But I don’t think I like to be alone on the regular. I don’t find myself that interesting.” He took some of her blackberries. “What about you, why aren’t you out ‘getting some’?” He mentally chided himself for asking her that question. There he was again, crossing the bounds of propriety. There was no way he could take it back now, and his mind wasn’t working quickly enough for him to produce another statement to cover up his last question. It was just hanging there awkwardly. “I’m sorry, you don’t actually have to answer that question.”

[ALEKA FERN MORIARTY]

Aleka's eyes widened a bit when he spoke, before reaching over and taking a blackberry to pop into her mouth. She didn't really know what to say. She didn't really have a reason. She had gotten multiple offers from people. She just didn't ever say yes. She was waiting for something better; something... amazing. Her shoulders raised in a half-hearted shrug, and she laughed softly.
"I could say the same as you, but I'd be lying. I don't really have an excuse. I just don't want to. I get offered to go on dates all the time. I just don't like people." She hummed and flicked her fingers over her forehead to push her hair back, before sighing softly and letting her eyes slide closed. "No big deal. I'm just not interested in guys my own age. They're a little bit pathetic."

As she ate, she used one hand to hike her shorts back down her leg. They kept riding up; it was a little unfortunate to her, because the last time she noticed... She also noticed him looking. Great, now she was self-conscious. She felt her cheeks heat up, before shaking her head and running her hands fulyl through her hair.
"Have you written anything else?" She asked, blinking at him. "I'd like to read your stuff." She smiled brightly and grabbed another blackberry. "You're an amazing writer; I want to read it all." She nodded furiously and folded her hands in her lap. "Go get some. I'll wait here."

[silas]

“Guys your age are pathetic?” He smiled softly as his eyebrows rose. “You shouldn’t generalize,” He replied. But in truth, he was probably something close to elated that she had said so. He was glad to hear that she did not date as well. And Silas knew in his heart of hearts that he had no business being either of these things. He felt that he should ask her to leave, before he did something that he would regret in the future. He watched as her cheeks grew ruddy and resisted the urge to place his hands upon them. He didn’t know what his problem was. It was like he was thirteen again and full of strange urges and desires that he couldn’t exactly explain. Only this time, he knew exactly what was causing them.

“Thank you.” Silas nodded and walked back over to his desk. He opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a three inch binder before walking back over to where she was. Something about her request made him not want to say no, though he wasn’t always keen on showing his writing to people. It was perhaps the sole part of himself that he succeeded in keeping private. He recalled how easily he had handed her the notepad when she’d come in earlier, almost as if it was instinctual. “You don’t have to read it all now,” He said as he handed it to her, his eyes maintaining contact with her own. “If you’d like, you can take it with you.” She would never know how great of a sacrifice this had been on his part.

[ALEKA FERN MORIARTY]

Laughing softly, Aleka rolled her eyes and watched him go to the desk, tilting her head. He had a really nice butt. It wasn't like most butts, overly muscular and whatnot. It was just... Nice. She grinned a bit and watched him as he searched through his desk, and then straightened her mouth out when he turned around, grinning a bit when she remember what he had said about boys her age. What, so now he wanted her to date? She tilted her head and quirked an eyebrow, before running her fingers through her hair.
"Well, I hadn't realized it was so important for me to date at such a young age, especially with a teenage boy. All they think about is sex." She tapped her temple and shifted in her seat, uncrossing her legs, so she could cross the other one instead. "They never care about what's in my noggin."

Shrugging slightly, she smiled when he held out the writing and took it happily, setting it down on the table. She was something of a wordsmith herself, but she was much better at reading them. She opened the little book and looked over the first lines, before reading them over, letting them slide off her tongue just as easily as they had probably been conceived and written onto the paper. Glancing up at him, she blinked and tilted her head.
"You're amazing." She blinked more, then quickly corrected herself. "I mean, at writing. Though I supposed you're good at teaching, too. People seem to like you. I like you." She nodded wisely and looked back at the pages, before blinking. She liked him? Oh. Fuck. She liked him.
"Uh oh..." She stared at the page, now not really noticing what the words said. What the fuck had she just done?