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Post by adair on Apr 22, 2007 20:27:31 GMT -5
Adair was not a sloppy eater... unless the food in question was soup. In this case, it was chicken noodle soup. Already, she was getting strange looks for the constant slurping, and the girl was beginning to wish she had chosen pizza.
She took another slurp of the soup, her face growing redder by the minute. However, she didn't feel right just leaving the stuff there or throwing it in the trash. Distracted by her thoughts, the girl's elbow hit the silverware, which sent some soup flying onto her shirt.
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Post by eric on Apr 26, 2007 4:23:59 GMT -5
Eric walked through the cafeteria, a little annoyed that Lilia had rehearsal for the play at lunch. He was hoping they'd be able to spend time together during rehearsals - which was the only reason he'd even signed up. But instead, he found himself with nothing to do while she rehearsed her pieces. Sighing a little, Eric tried to find an empty seat. He stood in the middle of the room, trying not to stare at the girl beside him who was noisily slurping on soup. After a moment, he felt something warm on his arm and turned to look, finding chicken noodle soup on him and the girl blushing furiously. Doing his best not to roll his eyes, Eric looked down at her. "You got a napkin or something?" he asked. ((Don't know if you were waiting for someone specific... if you were, let me know and I'll delete my post  )) |
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Post by adair on Apr 28, 2007 14:21:28 GMT -5
((Nope, I wasn't waiting for anyone )) "You got a napkin or something?"Adair looked over at the boy who had spoken and, if possible, blushed even more. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know... I'm sorry!" She handed him a large ammount of napkins ( better safe than sorry, right?), then began to wipe the soup off her own shirt. "I really didn't mean to, my elbow just hit it and the soup went flying-- did I get a lot on you?" Adair was acting as if she had run the boy over with her future car. |
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Post by eric on Apr 29, 2007 5:55:50 GMT -5
Eric fought back a smirk at the girl's nervousness. He looked at the wad of napkins she had given him and took one out of the pile, tossing the rest on the table and wiping his arm. "Just a little on my arm. It's fine," he told her, becoming amused by the whole situation. "Thanks," he said, tossing the napkin back at her, a small grin playing on his face. He moved away from her, but, looking around the cafeteria, he saw there was nowhere else to sit. Sighing, he turned back to the girl, who was still blushing furiously, and asked, "Is it okay if I sit here? You won't attack me with any more soup?"
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Post by adair on May 1, 2007 18:42:47 GMT -5
Adair watched as the boy walked away. She wasn't good at making friends, and this opportunity had walked away because she had gotten soup on his arm.
Smart.
She pushed away the bowl of soup with a sigh, and looked around the cafeteria.
"Is it okay if I sit here? You won't attack me with any more soup?"
Adair began to blush again. She shook her head. "Yeah, it's fine... I'm just really sorry about that..."
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Post by eric on May 2, 2007 4:37:05 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it," he said, watching her push her soup away, "And don't stop eating on my account." Eric dug through his own bag, pulling out some leftover pizza. "I'm Eric, by the way. Don't know that I've seen you around before. You new?" It was entirely possible that she'd been in his class since grade school, but Eric wasn't usually very... perceptive.
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Post by adair on May 4, 2007 19:55:29 GMT -5
"No," Adair replied, no longer blushing, "I've been going to schools around here since I was in kindergarten. Actually... I think I used to be in your fifth grade class. It was either you, or someone who looked a lot like you... when you were younger, of course."
She was becoming more social, which usually took a lot longer, but maybe it was just because she felt a little more safe (that might not be the right word to use) around Eric.
"My name's Adair."
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Post by eric on May 5, 2007 5:33:24 GMT -5
Eric flushed a little. He hated it when he ran into someone who knew him, yet he couldn't place them to save his soul. He decided to brush it off as the two of them not having the same group of friends. Eric thought back to fifth grade. "Miss White?" he excaimed, face twisting into a mixture of amazement and disgust. "Lucky us, then. God what a witch!" Eric hadn't had a lot of teacher's he'd literally loathed, but Miss White was one of them. She'd had it in for him from the first day of school, and he'd nearly failed because of her. She never let up; he couldn't do anything right for her.
"I'm Eric," he said, a little sheepishly, "But you probably already know that. Sorry, I'm not very good at remembering people."
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Post by adair on May 8, 2007 22:01:39 GMT -5
Adair made a face, and shuddered. "Ew, Miss White... she was the worst teacher I've ever had!" Miss White had hated the fact that Adair would go outside the guidelines for assignments to try and make them better, longer, etc. She had spent a lot of her time re-doing so many of her projects, and by the time she had finished, she hated Miss White with a passion.
"Eric... oh! I remember you now. Sorry, I remember names, but not faces and when I can fit two and two together, it makes more sense," she babbled, feeling more than just a little stupid.
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Post by eric on May 14, 2007 4:47:25 GMT -5
Eric looked at Adair a bit strangely as she babbled. "It's okay," he told her, "I don't think we had the same friends in elementary school." In fact, he was sure of it. No question in his mind. But... Lilia wanted him to be more tolerant of other people, so he'd try. "What... uh... what classes do you have this year?"
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Post by eric on May 28, 2007 19:48:53 GMT -5
Eric finished his lunch as quickly as he could. He didn't know how much of this 'being nice to everyone' he could take. He could handle not making comments... well... he'd do his best, anyway. But reaching out to them? Making conversation? It just wasn't him.
As he put his containers back into his back, he mumbled. "Nice talking with you," and hurried out of the cafeteria.
((out - somewhere...))
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