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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 2, 2007 0:09:48 GMT -5
Angel traced circles onto his desk with his eraser. He loved still life class, it was his favourite, but today...he really just wanted it to get on with it and stop dragging already. One hour and twenty eight minutes till the bell. And thirty eight seconds. Thirty seven. Thirty--well this really wasn't getting him anywhere. Resting his head in his hand, he waited for directions.
Twenty one seconds...
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Post by Caroline Sweet on Feb 2, 2007 15:57:16 GMT -5
Caroline let out a big sigh when she sat down in her assigned seat area. The S'es sat around her. Nora Smith, suck up. Victoria Smart, not so smart. And then of course Angel Schunard. The one S she got along with.
"Hey hun," She said setting down her bag and pulling out her pencils and supplies. Then she looked over at Angel and noticed that he wasn't so attentive. "Hey Angel...is everything ok?" She asked him quietly, gently putting her hand on his back. Caroline knew that Angel got a lot of grief from the jocks and populars at times, and she was always willing to pick up the pieces. Or go find Eric and kick the shit out of him if necessary.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 2, 2007 19:32:07 GMT -5
"Hm?" Angel's steady concentration on the clock was broken as he looked up. He greeted Caroline with a smile. She was a nice girl; he sometimes found it hard to keep up with her, but all in all he enjoyed her company. He shrugged. "Hey Caroline," he paused. "Yeah...I'm fine. Just want the period to be over," he grinned.
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Post by Caroline Sweet on Feb 2, 2007 19:39:09 GMT -5
"Oh ok. Well, I'll try my best to make this period somewhat worthwhile," Caroline said with a wink. "Or at least keep you from sleeping. You just wanna get home or what?" She asked him while she started to studiously pick the dirt out from under her fingernails. Even though her mother had told her time and again that it wasn't the most "becoming" habit, it didn't stop her daughter from doing it anyhow.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 2, 2007 20:12:03 GMT -5
"Well...not really," Angel knew he seemed bouncier than normal. How could he not be? After the whole catfight...Cathrine just didn't seem like the type who's word you could take to heart. She had no idea that Angel wasn't straight...she just assumed. And as obvious as he felt like he was at times, who was to say she wasn't just making up what she said about Tommy and Benny? Benny didn't seem like a bad guy...and neither did Tommy. Angel would ask him about it, but he doubted it was true. "I'm actually just...sort of going out," he said with a smile.
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Post by Caroline Sweet on Feb 2, 2007 20:35:13 GMT -5
"Going out?" Caroline asked her eyebrows perking up. "Oh well that's cool. Anywhere exciting...and with anyone exiciting?" She leaned her head on her elbow giving Angel all of her attention. Caroline's social and love life was non-existant so if she could live vacriously it was an oppertunity not to be missed. Also, she knew that Angel was probably on of the most deserving people when it came to being cared for. If he was getting friend love, more than friend love, anything, she was happy for him.
Mr. Sung walked into the classroom and greeted his students, "Afternoon. Now, I hope you all worked on your sketch of the pear, now you're each getting a different fruit vegitable, or goard to sketch. Don't worry about shading and such. We'll deal with that later." He came around to each one of the students and let them choose their object from a large bag.
Caroline broke her concentration for a moment, to pull out a squash. "Great," She grumbled to herself. "Not exactly the most attractive thing in the world." Her teacher only smiled and offered the bag to Angel.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 2, 2007 20:45:12 GMT -5
"Just with a friend..." Angel said quickly. For now, just a friend, his brain added. But he was careful not to say that one too loud. "Well...I mean, I just met him today, but...he's nice," Angel shrugged, and really, really hoped he wasn't blushing. That would sort of give away the end of his last sentence, and he wasn't exactly sure he wanted that to happen. If Tommy was gay...that would be different. But for all Angel knew, he was straighter than an arrow.
"Well...it could have been worse," Angel pointed out. The poor guy infront of him was staring at a pineapple reluctantly. Poor guy. With a grin, Angel reached into the bag and pulled out an orange. "Something easy! Yes," he said with a laaugh.
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Post by Caroline Sweet on Feb 2, 2007 20:51:17 GMT -5
"Oh...well at least he's nice," Caroline said with a suspcious smile. But she let it go knowing that at some point her curiosity turned into all out noseiness. And as much as she wanted to know, she let it go. Maybe tomorrow he would have something exciting to tell her. She could hope at least.
Caroline looked over at the pineapple and winced. "Yeah I'll take the squash over that spiney thing anyday...and you did get the easy one. But I expect perfection from you now. Not that that's hard for you at all." One thing was for sure about Angel, he was a great artist. Caroline was only slightly jealous of his skills. After all, she was pretty sure she wasn't out to paint pictures but maybe house them. She had read a book over the summer about an art critic and she had loved every word of it. And that job just seemed perfect for her. She could be around art, appreciate it, show it off and yet never have to touch a brush in her lifetime. But in the meantime, she would brush and draw squashes.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 2, 2007 21:02:37 GMT -5
"Yeah..he's nice.." Angel hesitated for a moment. Would Caroline know Tommy? She seemed like the type of girl who'd know alot of people...and seemed like someone Tommy would get aong with. "Do you know Tommy Collins? He's a senior..."
"Oh please. My pear was scary to say the least," Angel shrugged off the compliment. He wasn't trying to be rude...he just didn't see it in himself. He wasn't that great...there were certainly better in the class. He began sharpening his pencil, staring at the orange...he really should've eaten his lunch. Now he was gonna fill up on icecream.
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Post by Caroline Sweet on Feb 2, 2007 21:11:01 GMT -5
Caroline bit her lip for a moment and tried to wrack her brain for the name. "Did he play football by any chance? The name sounds kinda familiar...maybe a friend of Erics. My mom used to take me over there when the team was having a meeting or something. Some of them would introduce themselves but most wouldn't. I think he might have introduced himself once...the name rings some sort of bell." She kept an eye on Angel's face as she started to sketch her squash.
"Your pear made me wanna...salivate," Caroline decided. "Really Angel you're too hard on yourself. Even Mr. Sung gave you one of his looks so it was good. While my head of lettece could have been a cartoon character."
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 2, 2007 21:26:08 GMT -5
"Yeah, he did in his first year...he said he quit because it wasn't fair," Angel didn't even notice he was smiling as he drew his orange. "He probably was...he's friendly. And talkative," Angel placed a hand on his cheek to hopefully cover the forming blush.
"Now who's hard on themselves? I happened to like your lettuce," Angel told her, trying to steer the coversation off himself. He was already blushing.
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Post by Caroline Sweet on Feb 2, 2007 21:33:35 GMT -5
"Really? A nice, friendly, talkative jock..." Caroline smile deepned with every word. She never really jumped to conclusions about Angel's manerisms and such that was his business and not hers. But she couldn't help but feel excited for him. If this was a dating opperitunity, it sounded like a good match. "What's next? Squashes that fly? Wait...squashes...squashi...or is it just squash in the plural?" She asked pausing her drawing to figure out the grammar issue.
Caroline snickered, "Yeah. I should have just given him a top hat and he would have sung 'Hello my baby' and danced off my pad. Actaully, that would have spiced up class, I should have done it!"
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 2, 2007 21:47:10 GMT -5
"Umm...squashes sounds okay...good queston," Angel shrugged. "I know what you mean though. He was way different than I thought he was gonna be," he took his hand off his cheek for a minute to grab his eraser, his cheeks red and a smile plastered on his face.
Angel lauhed at the image, shaking his head. "Only you," he grinned at the girl. He wasn't sure if he was extra excited for after school, or if it was a combination of all the day's events, but he was finding it easier and easier to talk. Usually he;d let the other person do the speaking, he'd nod and and mostly listen. But he liked this change...he liked actually carrying on a conversation. Why hadn't he ever before?
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Post by Caroline Sweet on Feb 2, 2007 21:53:44 GMT -5
"Squashes it is then. I'll make a note of that somewhere...just in case I'm suddenly asked for the plural of squash. It would be an emergency situation of course...but I would be prepared. So thank you Angel for that. I will remember you. And just how cute you are right now," Caroline dared to say. It was the truth afterall. She went back to her drawing and hummed "Save the Last Dance for Me" to herself.
"Only I have the cosmic power to make my lettuce dance? I could understand that notion. I'm not quite sure how I would make the pass from lettuce on the page to acutal up and hoping corporal lettuce but I would give it a good try. Call on Hecate or something. All of the witches from Macbeth. See what happens," Caroline said smiling to herself. It seemed that Angel's good mood was contagious. It wasn't that Caroline's day had been horrible, it took a whole lot more than sexual offers from Eric to ruin her day. Everything just seemed a little bit brighter when Angel smiled.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 2, 2007 21:59:32 GMT -5
"Glad to be of service," Angel grinned, and poked her squash with his pencil. Because he could. Because he had way too much energy to expel at the moment. He wished he were in gym; at least then he'd get to move a bit! "Me, cute? I don;t think so," he grinned, carefully drawing the pores on his orange.
"Only you would want to turn lettuce into a Looney Tune," he grinned, his nose crinkling gently.
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