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Post by LASAIRFHIONA AOIFE COOPER on Jan 29, 2011 1:29:30 GMT -5
Poking around at her grapes to find the crunchiest one, she laughed a bit. Why was he always so interested in her love life? Maybe he was just interested in her... She bit her lip, letting it slide slowly out of her tooth's grasp, before popping a grape into her mouth to think it over. Honestly, she really couldn't get anymore of a response than he normally gave when some girl told him that she had feelings for him, right? How was she any different? Other than the fact that Henry was his best friend, and they had been good, probably best, friends since she herself came to the school... She sighed and popped another grape into her mouth, thinking it over.
"Well," she started, musing over the words, before letting them roll off her tongue easily. "He works here. But it's not Brody." She frowned. "Definitely not Brody." Her fingers rose to her hair and she sighed, holding it up to her face with a look of dismay. She missed her old, red hair. The hair that set off her face and made her look like she was infuriated with him all the time. Now she just looked like some weak girl who couldn't hold her own. Which was a little bit true, right at this moment. Sim made her feel like a big weak blubbering mess of mush and emotion.
Standing up, she went to the radio and turned it on, still holding her container of grapes. Grinning at the old station it was on, she walked back to her seat and flopped down, placing the container of grapes on his lap. "You can have the rest." She said quietly, reaching for the bottle of water she had bought out of the vending machine earlier, cracking it open to take a swig.
Finally, she took a deep breath and tucked her feet up onto the chair with her, looking over at him with a smile. Crunchy grapes were his favourite. She had learned that the first week she had even arrived here; he sat down at their lunch table and pointed to his grapes, staring intensely at her. "These grapes." He had said, while picking one up. "Aren't crunchy enough." and he had grinned and popped the grape into his mouth, with her brother laughed at how scared shit less she had looked. She smiled at the memory and looked at her shoes again. Her not-so-stylish, plain coloured, pilots shoes. "We should go to the dance together." She said suddenly, looking at him. "I already bought my stuff for it, so you might as well take me." She covered herself just as easily as she let her emotions flare up and hang out.
"And maybe do some of the other things. I like carnival games. We could try to win some nectar and go drink it in the park." She paused and shrugged. "If you want, I mean. You might have better plans than to hang around me for a few days during a big ol' love festival." She put her chin in the palm of her hand and watched him. "I'm sure you could find a much better date than me." She nodded, obviously referring to the fact she wouldn't be much help in the whole getting-laid-on-Valentine's-day thing. She bit her lip and sighed softly. Maybe he'd see how amazing she was, and actually ask her out... He only had a few months left here. What if she didn't see him again? Her heart accelerated. She had to act. Now. "Tell him! Her mind screamed loudly. "It's you, by the way." She said seriously, looking up at him. Inside, she felt like she was going to puke, but her voice was full of confidence. "You're the other guy."
((OOC: Starts on the first. (: Hehehe. Annnnd, it's the second semester, so I thought I'd gear up to the whole confession because he's leaving soooooon. ytdujfjg. Are you on AIM? >_> ))
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Post by SIMEON DONALD O'MALLEY on Jan 29, 2011 3:34:24 GMT -5
Leaning forward, Simeon balanced his elbows on the scuffed tabletop, his signature impish grin focused on her as she spoke, seemingly feeling a little less under the weather than she had been earlier. Any improvement felt relieving to him, especially because he didn’t know which way was up when it came to matters of the heart. Breakups, he knew all about, but he doubted he could help Aoife with hers, especially since he was predisposed to hate the guy anyway. Not for any particular reason, of course. Just because she was Henry’s little sister. That’s right. It only made sense.
Obviously she wouldn’t be crushing on Brody. He almost shuddered at the thought. Almost immediately, he began running through the list of his male coworkers in his head. None of them were particularly good-looking, except for him but he didn’t count. He never pegged Aoife as shallow, though, so that might make sense. That said, Sim realized he didn’t like a single person at work, aside from Eefs and the manager Marty, who was a nice enough woman if you were on her good side. Simeon happened to be charming enough, but he also worked hard because, well, he needed cash.
“I won’t take your food,” he said reassuringly as he snatched another grape. He popped it in his mouth with a laugh, chewed, and swallowed, before getting to work on his sandwich again. By now, he’d stopped wondering when the endless teenage hunger would stop and just succumbed to it. All the time. Fortunately, his roomie facilitated the behavior, along with his other unsavory habits, but Henry really wasn’t much better. Simeon chuckled under his breath at the thought. He’d have to smuggle beer into the dorm sometime this weekend so they could have some bro time.
By the time she spoke again, he’d gone back to crunching on the grapes, looking at her innocently as he often did. The grape in his mouth audibly crunched as he bit down on it and he nearly laughed at her suggestion, simply because he’d been considering it moments earlier. Boy, they thought similarly sometimes, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Aoife had been stubborn ever since he met her and that was a quality he was glad she hadn’t lost. But instead of laughing, he shrugged and nodded, balancing his chin in his hand. Cute that she seemed to have to make excuses.
“’Course not,” he answered, popping another grape into his mouth. “You’ll be stunning, sweetheart. I’ll take you proudly.”
As if he was noble or something. How laughable. He wondered if she’d clam up about the pet name as she so often did. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but sometimes he called her things like that just to make her angry. An angry Aoife was a terrifying and adorable thing to behold; he knew she didn’t appreciate his enjoyment, but he could be very selfish. Another grape, another grin.
Needless to say, relaxed as he was, her next words caught him entirely off-guard.
For a moment, he thought he’d misheard her. For another moment, he thought she was joking and tried to laugh, but nothing came out, especially when he saw her intent written all over her innocent little face. So he was resigned to staring open-mouthed like a codfish, a slow, tight, cold knot forming in the pit of his abdomen. No. She couldn’t like him. Not him, because Eefs was the one girl he wasn’t supposed to hurt. He hurt everybody. And he’d made a promise to himself. How could she possibly—? Why would she possibly—?
He sprang out of his chair before he could fully recover.
“No, I’m not, Eefs. Bullshit.” Yeah, Sim, like one of you wasn’t going to cross that line at some point. How it wasn’t you is amazing. “You—” What, ruined everything? Destroyed your resistance, Sim? You could kiss her now, you know. She wouldn’t mind. “No. You of all—” He wanted to tell her she knew better, she knew what he was capable of, what he did to every girl! “Fuck. I have to—” But his voice cut off before he could finish and all he could manage to make was a pathetic, strangled noise. Ripping his apron from his front, he threw it on the table before throwing open the break room door and leaving the room. Leaving the establishment. Down the street. Breathing fresh air. Away, away, away…
“Shit.”
NOTES ! : oof. emotional constipation. >.< TAGS ! : Rhia and AOIFE! =DDDD WORD COUNT ! : 748 CREDITS ! : Meeeeeee, Vogue.
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