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 Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 1:44 pm
Andeon sighed; again with the self deprecation. He took Yvette by the shoulder and took a step back, leaning in so that he would be on eye level.
“Yvette,” he placed a finger upon her chin, lifting it so that her gaze would meet his, “That wasn't about you. That was about teaching you to just.. let the ******** go. Stop worrying about everything and second guessing everything and just... just,” Andeon struggled momentarily to find the right words.
“Just <******** s**t up. Of all the stupid, ridiculous, gifted people in this place, you're the best artist I've ever seen, but there's more to life than what fits between the pages of a sketchbook.”
Which, come from Andeon, had to be true. He didn't tend to care about other people's feelings enough to actually lie to make them feel better.
“Now come on, of all the art in here,” Andeon glanced around, nose wrinkling at some of the pop-art style Warhol-mimicking pieces, “Isn't there any belonging to someone who teased you or picked on you? Someone who reeeeeally deserves a good punch in the crotch?”
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 2:01 pm
Though his words made her feel a little bit better, it was a minuscule difference compared to all the emotions welling up in her at the moment. Her watery eyes rather submissively looked away from Andeon's when he attempted to hold her head up. Did he really think her art looked okay? She couldn't help but doubt it, suspecting that he might be saying such just to make her feel better. That was usually what people did, they tried to make her feel better about herself, but they weren't really sincere. Her work really wasn't all that good.
She only half heard the question the boy asked, and in turn only offered a tiny "N-no..." She seemed to wilt slightly after her answer. All she had wanted for today was to finish up her homework. How come it had to turn into this mess of an affair?
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 6:08 pm
“Here, put these on,” Andeon sighed, removing his glasses. He slipped the non-prescription lenses ove the bridge of her nose, “They make everything better.”
Of all the people to come across, Andeon had to pick the one sincerely nice individual in the entire school. Most people would leap at the chance for such revenge, but not Yvette. Perhaps that was why Andeon actually liked the girl, instead of just trying to sleep with her. I mean, come on. He let her wear his glasses.
He sighed, draping an arm over her shoulder as he tossed his can of spray paint aside. Really, what the hell could he do against the power of a cute, crying girl? Nothing, that's what. ******** nothing.
“Come on, then,” he sighed, “We'll go to the home-ec room and I'll make you cupcakes.” He paused to glance down at her, “Cupcakes won't like.. make you cry, will they?”
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 6:20 pm
Now, Yvette had heard the phrase "Looking at life through rose-tinted glasses," but she had never actually tried it before. Her nose wriggled slightly at the new object resting on it, and her eyes glanced about curiously through the pink lenses. Her nose sniffled a little bit, and out of pure instinct, she wiped her nose a bit.
Her welling eyes began to dry up a bit as she calmed down, but she still couldn't help but feel a little empty now. There really wasn't anything she could do to recover that drawing she had done. Glancing over to a glasses-less Andeon who looked extremely pink right now, she couldn't help but silently note that she should buy a pair of pink glasses for some other work in drawing. It did give a relatively neat perspective to everything, even if it was just a color shift. Maybe she could even make a matching outfit for the glasses. Oh, ideas were already stirring in her mind!
On the mention of cupcakes, she had to make a quick interjection: "...Only if there are no strawberries. I'm allergic..." Her nose sniffled again, to which she had to wipe at it a bit so it wouldn't dribble down her face.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 8:46 pm
Rose-colored glasses had that effect. Andeon held the opinion that if Hitler had been wearing rose-colored glasses, that whole Holocaust gig would have ended entirely differently.
“Strawberries are for pussies anyways,” Andeon said, unfastening his already loose necktie and handing it to her in place of a handkerchief. He hated those things anyways, and if giving it to her meant he had a good excuse for not wearing it, it was a win-win for the both of them. He would escort Yvette up through the halls and to the Home Ec room, uneventfully enough.
“Now,” he murmured upon arrival, rummaging through the cabinets full of various things marked with student names and large “DO NOT USE” stickers, “What flavor would you like?”
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:15 pm
Gratefully taking up the tie, she began to snuffle into in instead of her hand. As she was escorted through the hallway, she was more easily able to note the click-click-click of their shoes against the tile. It had a nice rhythm, though Yvette also noted mentally that she had no ear for music, so perhaps this judgment was also flawed.
The girl was not very accustomed to visiting the Home Ec class, so when she entered with Andeon, her eyes seemed to grow wide as she looked about. Not wanting to seem overly awkward, she meandered like a small child over to a table and sat herself down.
"ummm... actually..."
Her cheeks blushed slightly as she thought over her request. That would probably be a bit too much to ask, or at least she had decided this.
"...nevermind!" she squeaked out, hoping that he wouldn't get on her case some more.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 12:41 am
Busy ransacking the cabinet, Andeon had almost missed the hint. When it came, he spun around, forgetting completely the assorted ingredients he had been pilfering. Aha! An opening! An opportunity! Oh joyous, joyous day. Andeon strolled across the kitchen and yanked open the refrigerator door, pulling out two sodas marked with some random students name. He slid one across the table to Yvette, leaning against the edge.
“Aaaaactually..?” he prompted her to continue, opening the can of soda with a loud crack.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 12:46 am
Why did she always do this to herself? Now she was somewhat obligated to give an explanation of some sort.
With her cheeks growing a bit rosy, she looked up to him from behind the rose tinted lenses. "...I really like shortcake..." she squeaked out, her tone sounding quite a bit embarrassed.
She paid the sodas no mind, since she really wasn't thirsty at all. Instead, her fingers fidgeted with each other on her lap, releasing the nervous energy that had built up in some sort of fashion that she hoped wasn't too rude.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:50 pm
“Then shortcake you shall have, my dear,” Andeon said with a wide grin. He ransacked the drawer of cookbooks, digging out one made specifically for deserts. Flipping through the pages, humming some unknown tune, Andeon found the index and promptly flipped to page 93.
Which was... missing. For a moment, panic set in.
There was no page 93.
There was no page 93.
No. Page. 93.
The torn edge where the page had previously been attached taunted him from the joint of the other pages, and Andeon glowered down at it as though it was some loathed enemy. With a low grumble, he snapped the book shut, deciding on his age old philosophy to get him through; fake it til you make it. After all, he couldn't tell Yvette that he couldn't make her short cake!
Bit by bit, Andeon proceeded to pull random ingredients from the cupboard and fridge. Eggs, flour, baking powder, brown sugar, barbecue sauce, and mayonaisse.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 10:11 pm
Yvette had never been very good in the kitchen. Her mother had tried to teach her, but there was no way she could do it very well. As a child, she was the kid who thought if you baked something on 900 degrees for 10 minutes, it was the same thing as baking something at 300 degrees for 30 minutes. Simple mathematical conclusion which made sense in theory, but in practice, it had caused more destruction than it was worth.
So gentle, mild mannered Yvette remained sitting for a little while. She nodded her head when Andeon announced she would get the treat she so loved. Yet, even waiting patiently, sitting there doing nothing, was pretty boring. During this time, she could easily be working on that homework of hers.
Quietly, she scooted herself out of her chair and made her way shyly up to the boy.
"Umm... w-would it be okay... um... Andeon... if I could have my sketchbook back while... um... you work?"
One would have wondered if it was even possible, but the girl's voice managed to shrink even more as she added a small explanation. "I-i just think these glasses are helping me with some more inspiration, and I kinda want to work on designing an outfit that would work with some glasses like this..." Standing there next to the boy, even with the rose tinted glasses perched upon her nose, she could still feel her confidence drying up a bit. Her mouth stopped moving and closed up into a tiny dot. He probably wouldn't give it back to her, why was she even trying in the first place?
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