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[VIVIAN L.]

[atrb=valign, top] NEW TXT MESSAGE to princessskye// hi, it's me! erm. vivian. i got your number and ... i just delete/send He groaned, letting his face make contact with his pillow again. See this? This was the reason why he wasn't allowed to have nice things. Or date cute, pretty brown haired girls named Skye. Things like this was why his name was Vivian. He sighed, shutting his light blue phone quietly and flinging it onto his bedsheets. Somewhere to be lost in the great abyss that was his room. He could always go rooting for it later, he thought. Call it or whatever. His body jerked, arms and legs flailing about almost pathetically. Maybe if he just hit his head against the wall over and over again, the memory of it would just go away. And he could start fresh. Pretend like he had never talked to her in the first place. You know? Like. Ever? He rolled over onto his back, the fabric of his shirt being pushed up slightly as he thought over the route of action he had. God, this sucked. She probably thought he was some kind of creepy stalker. He wouldn't be surprised if she told her family and they thought he was a stalker too. His eyes lingered on the ceiling, his lips pressed into a thin line as he twisted about in the sheets. He could just hear it now. That stupid little ... "No, I came here to see you!" His body getting tangled before he toppled over and landed hard on the ground. Well. There went his pride. Not that he had much of one to begin with. Ever since then, he had gone full on espionage. Well. Sort of. He had tried. Really, really tried to talk to her. And he got nothing. Absolutely nothing. Honestly, that conversation with Skye was literally all he knew about girls. Evidently, that wasn't very much. But he found himself avoiding her, but then he felt bad because ... what if she wanted to talk to him? But he couldn't get up the nerve to talk to her again! Especially not in school. There was no route of escape in school. And he didn't want to just be standing creepily outside of her family's ranch again. Once, coincidence. Twice? That was just weird. He didn't care what anyone said about it. He would have probably thought he was shady too! But so he did his research and got her number. And then he had finally typed up an acceptable message, but it hit him. Wouldn't she think it's creepy he had her number? Vivian had asked around of course and gotten his hands on those special ten digits that could make or break their entire relationship. Or at least. The relationship he had going with her in his head. Now see. That one was going swimmingly. This. This was not. So Vivian remained sprawled out on the ground, his indigo blue hair a mess. Face pressed to the wood paneled floor. Life wasn't worth living. Maybe he could just grow up and be an ostrich. Ostriches didn't have to deal with emotional issues. And if they did? They hid it a hell of a lot better than he did. "Vivian, you have a visitor!" Aw. Well fuck. Couldn't they just go away? It was probably one of the guys just come to check on him. Probably just worried. He grumbled. He supposed he had to go see them face to face or they'd never leave him alone. He wondered which one though. They had never been a particularly 'I love you, bro' kind of thing. He inched out of his bedroom slowly, still wrapped up in his blanket cocoon. It took a few minutes but he finally arrived in the front. "What. Who is it?" Then his eyes widened at the sight of said person in the doorway from the edge of the hallway. No, no, no. Not today! He wasn't ready to face her! He flopped around, trying to escape before his mother reached over and grabbed him right by the cocoon. Well damn. "Don't be rude!" ... women. He'd never understand. Not even his mom. Well. Moms. "I can't talk to her!" He hissed in reply. She peeled off the blankets, promptly scolding the boy before shoving him out into the main room without so much as a second word in the conversation. "Er..." He could hear the sound of his parents giggling in the depths of the household. He moved to lean on something, stumbling as he did so ice he realized that there was nothing there. "So what brings you here?

[/color]" Because obviously there had to be a reason she came over right. They weren't at like friend level yet right? Or were they friends? Cause if they were then it was totally okay to actually possess Skye's number. And if they were friends, then he was a whole two months ahead schedule.

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[SKYE Q.]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][cs=1][atrb=style,width: 300px; border-left: 2px solid #ffffff;] ❝FOREVER IS A LONG TIME BUT I, WOULDN'T MIND SPENDING IT BY YOUR SIDE. TELL ME EVERYDAY I GET TO WAKE UP TO THAT SMILE, I WOULDN'T MIND IT. I WOULDN'T MIND IT. YOU SO KNOW ME, PINCH ME GENTLY ❞ There had been only one person crossing her mind the last couple of days. Well, apart from her parents, her brother and her friends, but this was a different kind of thing. This was .. something else. She didn't even know what to call it, which was why she hadn't said anything to anyone she knew. Then again she didn't have a best friend to go to in these situations. No one to run and talk about boys to. Talk about Vivian. Vivian. The name rolled over her tongue and everytime she closed her eyes she could see his face in front of her. She could see his tinted eyes and the middle front of his bangs pulled up on top of his head. No one in town, that she had seen, wore their hair like that, but then maybe that was a city thing. She didn't know. The same day she had met him for the first time, a few hours after their fated meeting had been over, Skye had had to run some errands for her mother. And when she came back she noticed a clear plastic box full of cookies. It was an odd thing to find, and just lying alongside the road like that, so Skye had picked it up and brought it home with her. After having thought about who it could belong to, the only reasonable solution she came up with was that it had been in Vivian's possession, but that it had tumbled away from him when he fell. That was a plausible reason, right? And she thought she remembered seeing it in his hands at some point, but she couldn't tell for sure. It was full of cookies though. Why would he have a box of cookies? Maybe he had gotten them from a friend. His parents, maybe. Or his girlfriend? Oh no, what if he had a girlfriend? Skye was standing at the doorstep of what she presumed was where the boy she had been thinking of for practically a week now lived. At least she hoped so, or she would look like a complete weirdo, with a box full of cookies in her hands. She hadn't been sure if the cookies would be good to eat by the time she got him the box back, but she didn't want to be rude in case they really were from his girlfriend and he wanted to taste some. If they had gone bad, it couldn't hurt to at least taste one, right? The brunette knew nothing about food or baked goods, so she only assumed. She rang the doorbell, and not too long after the door opened and a woman appeared behind it. His mother? She looked beautiful. It was like she was on a whole other level than the rest of the town women, and for some reason it was like she was radiating with this modern glow. Skye was a little taken aback by it, and stuttered when she asked if this was where Vivian lived. It was a good thing it was the right place, though, because she just realised she didn't know his last name. He had only told her his first name when they met, and Hazel, the friend she'd gotten his contact information from hadn't included it either so she was at a complete loss when it came to his full name. It didn't seem like she needed it though, as she was ushered inside. After a few seconds she was standing inside their living room, her shoes and jacket left in the hall as normal people did and then suddenly he was in the room with her. She was startled, having been lost in thought looking at one of the many paintings that were hanging on the walls - she made a mental note to ask about them later, if she found a window for it - so when she heard him speak she turned towards him abruptly and almost dropped the box of cookies. "Uh-uhm!" she stuttered again - was she going to keep doing that? "I found this- I thought maybe you dropped it or something when you fell outside my house-" Her hands was promptly raised to the level of her chest as she looked down on the blue-lidded box that they held between them. "I thought I saw you holding it, but .. oh, it might not even be yours at all .. aah, I'm sorry!" She was starting to panic, eyes flickering and hands trembling. "I'm sorry for causing you this trouble- I should go-" But then when she was about to leave her fingers slipped and the box of cookies fell to the floor. Skye completely froze for a moment, realising she was standing inside Vivian's home and asking him about something that probably wasn't his in the first place. Goodness, how stupid she was sometimes! Then the realisation of the spoiled cookes sprawled on the floor in front of her brought her back to reality and she dropped to her knees to begin picking them up. "I-I'm sorry, my fingers, they-" A hand extended to the cookie lying furthest away from her. Why was she even apologising? It wasn't like she could control her fingers slipping like that. But it was always good to be on the humble side. Skye was humble whether she liked it or not, so she couldn't help that either. "I'm so sorry."

[VIVIAN L.]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #292b90; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]Skye was in his living room. She was in his living room. The one and only girl he had thought about since he had met her and the one and only girl that could bring him to his knees if she should so want it. But she. That wonderfully amazing girl was in his living room. In his house. Part of him was convinced that he was dreaming. That there was no way that she could be here right now with him. There was no way that she could have come to visit him because she wanted to. There was just no way. Maybe he actually did hit his head so hard that he couldn't see things right? It was probably just his mom. He was just seeing things. Going insane. He heard that you had to be crazy to be in love. Not that crazy. But you know. Crazy. How did she even know where he lived? He was pretty sure that she was busy herself and whatever so. So why bother herself with him? Then again, she probably wondered how he knew where she lived too. She turned towards him then, Vivian's gaze lowering to find the ever familiar box of cookies. So that was where he had left them! He had been wondering where it went when he had finally arrived home that night. She didn't seem to touch them which made him a little disappointed. But he supposed it made sense. Usually you didn't touch things that weren't yours, right? They probably weren't good by now, but that couldn't be helped. He'd make sure to actually deliver them the next time he made some for her. ... if there actually was a next time anyway. If he could even make himself have a next time with Skye. He was just hoping he wouldn't embarrass himself a second time. He could only offer a sheepish smile, nodding a bit slowly. She looked so panicked and afraid. It just made him want to hug her but he wasn't at that level quite yet. He was ahead of the schedule as it was and he didn't want to push it back. "They were for you.

[/b]" He replied, laughing a little awkwardly. He had already admitted that he went over there for her in the first place. What harm would it do in saying that it was for her? He could always make more. He wasn't even sure if she really even liked sugar cookies or anything. "Don't worry about it."

Did that sound like he was being a jackass? He really meant it. She didn't need to worry... he wished he could get her to calm down. And then the box toppled to the ground, cookies spilling with it. The lid skid across the floor and for a brief moment, his eyes met hers. Vivian crouched down next to the other, picking up a few close to him. He reached for another before his hand grazed hers, his eyes widening slightly before he looked up at the other. A soft pink dusted across his cheeks. He tugged his hand away quickly. Jeez, what was he doing? Getting all embarrassed over just touching her hand by accident. Not that it was a big deal or anything. But it was going to go in his diary- journal!

"I- It's fine..." He stammered out in reply, continuing to gather the cookies into the box. Vivian looked up every so often at her, the edges of his lips curving up into a smile. She was so cute sometimes. Was she gonna leave right after? Should he extend an invitation? Or tell her that he wanted her to stay? Something smooth? "Hey. Um. Since you came all this way, you wanna stay over a little?" He hoped she'd say yes. He hoped she'd say yes. "I can get some snacks or something... I mean... only if you want![/b]"

"I mean. I won't make you stay and stuff if you don't want to.[/b]" Haha, shut up Vivian. Before you say something stupid. Why was he smiling? Stupid smile. Stop. Stooooop. Did he look stupid or something? He probably looked stupid. She probably wanted to go home now. Yep. He quit at girls. He would never understand girls. Never ever.

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[SKYE Q.]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][cs=1][atrb=style,width: 300px; border-left: 2px solid #ffffff;] ❝FOREVER IS A LONG TIME BUT I, WOULDN'T MIND SPENDING IT BY YOUR SIDE. TELL ME EVERYDAY I GET TO WAKE UP TO THAT SMILE, I WOULDN'T MIND IT. I WOULDN'T MIND IT. YOU SO KNOW ME, PINCH ME GENTLY ❞ The cookies were for her? He told her not to worry about it, but she worried. She worried about a lot of things, but this was what she worried about right now. And she couldn't help it, it was just her nature. What if he had really wanted her to have them? What if she had ruined everything? Oh, what a clutz she always was. No wonder no one wanted to be friends or hang out with her. But then he was on the floor with her, picking up the cookies spread out. Why? It was her own damn falt that she had dropped the box, or that it was even open enough for the cookies to fall out. She should've checked the lid, obviously. She was just about to apologise again when his hand brushed against her own, and she immediately retracted her hand. The other hand touched the one Vivian had brushed against like it was making sure if it was okay, but she was just really sensitive when it came to these things. She had only just met the guy, and things were feeling like they were going too fast. But then again, she kind of liked it. A smile appeared on her lips as she gazed down at her hands, warmth spreading across her cheeks. Just a light pink, nothing too fearful right now, but who knew what would happen later on. Maybe she'd trip and fall, or even faint. Oh no! What if she fainted in front of him? He'd know she was sickly and weak, and guys didn't like girls who were sickly and weak, did they? Not that she was that sick and weak, but still. A feeling of relief rushed over her as she heard him say it was okay. Or fine, as was his exact words, but fine was okay. Just a synonym. The brunette sat on the floor with him, but by now it was only Vivian who did any effort in gathering up the mess she had made. Skye was a little lost for words, though. Or rather, actions. It was nice just watching him for a little while. He was even producing a smile, making her smile in turn. Making her forget, if only just a tad, that she was super clumsy and was practically sitting in her own mess in someone else's home. In Vivian's home. From what she had seen so far it really was a nice home, though. There were some interesting coloured glass hanging in front of the window so the light shined through them and sent coloured swivels of light throughout the room. She was perhaps even a little jealous when it came down to it. Either his parents, or Vivian himself, were very talented when it came to interior decorating. She wasn't sure what she would think if it was the latter, but it wasn't a bad thing. Then Vivian burst her bubble again. Her own personal little dreamland that she often lost herself in. Some of the people she called friends used to tell her it was annoying how she always disappeared into it, but she liked it. She liked the world that she made, where she could be all alone. Vivian was the first person Skye had ever thought about letting into that world, however. "What?" she blinked, turning back to face him. "Y-you want me to stay?" The question clouded her mind and all she could think about was what she would do if she was going to be alone with him for a longer period. What would they talk about? She still had to ask him how he'd known where she lived, or how he even knew who she was, because of that time he had showed up outside her house - with a box of cookies nonetheless! She just realised the whole situation. The purplette had actually gone over to her house, brought with him a box of cookies for her and ended up, what, tripping? That's what he had told her, anyway. "Uh-uhm, I guess .. I guess I can," she said, mumbling. What were they going to do, though? They hardly knew each other! Or, at least she barely knew anything about him, other than that he knew some things about her. It felt a little weird, though. Had he been following her? Should she even be here? But it couldn't be that bad, could it? No, she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. He seemed like a perfectly normal boy of his age - what age was he even? Did he go to her school? Was he in her class? All the weirdest and most needed questions swirled around in her head, but she didn't want to look too odd so she put a block for them for now and returned to his inquiry. "I-I'll stay," she said, smiling gently, pulling a few hair locks behind her ear. She looked at him again and noticed he was smiling too, which just made her decision that much more confident. "What kind of snacks do you have?" Or was he going to make something? She still wasn't sure if the cookies were homemade or not, although they didn't have that pre-bought look to them. And the smelled better, she knew. She'd taken a whiff when she found them, out of curiosity. But then, were they only going to sit and eat snacks? That would be weird. And awkward. And Skye was plenty of awkward on her own. No need for added situations implying she was a completely loser. She stood up, watching Vivian still, unsure of what to do with herself now. She had accepted his invitation to prolong her visit, but now what? It wasn't like Skye had enough experience to know what to do in these situations. She didn't even see her extended family that much. But she didn't want to be rude, either. She'd just wait until he made some kind of move.

[VIVIAN L.]

[atrb=valign, top] Was he just making everything worse? He hoped that he wasn't. He didn't want to make her anxious or anything at all. It would have been bad, he thought. Making the girl he liked any more nervous than he was. Were his hands wet? He felt like his hands were wet. Was his hands sweating? Could she tell? Could she tell that he was nervous or all? She probably got grossed out by it or something. Ugh. He probably ruined everything his being the way that he was. His gaze lowered to the ground from embarrassment. What if that was why she pulled her hand away from him? Because his hands were gross or something? A- Ah, he wouldn't have been surprised if that was why. He would have pulled away too. Couldn't blame her. He needed to calm down. Stop freaking out at every little thing she said. It wasn't like she was trying to play with his head or something like that. She wasn't that kind of girl. ... or maybe that was a ploy too- nope! He continued gathering the cookies off of the floor, Vivian unsure if he should apologize for the situation. If he should have apologized for the fact that he had touched her. Maybe she pulled away for another reason? ... why else though? Maybe she was just shy or something? They were moving kind of fast after all... if you called this fast? Maybe it was just because he was pushy? Ugh, he felt bad now. She probably thought he was too clingy or whatever. They weren't really even friends yet so maybe she just liked to keep them more at a distance than he did? Gah. He didn't know anymore. He didn't understand relationships at all. But she seemed like she was smiling. She was smiling, so that meant she was okay with it right? A small part of her delighted in the idea of Skye liking the fact that he had touched her hand. He lowered his gaze to the ground, the edges of his lips curling upward again. How cute. She was smiling. Smiling because of him, he hoped. Not because he was being stupid though. Or at least. He prayed it wasn't because he made a stupid face or anything. She looked like she was happy though, he thought. She looked like she was thinking about something. Was it something important? Or was she thinking about something else? Because it didn't look like it was something serious. Maybe she was just happy like that. He continued picking up the cookies, dusting off his hands of the crumbs once he got up on to his feet. He dusted off his pajama pants, the teen looking down at his clothes and growing even more embarrassed at the situation. He must have looked horrible. His hair was messy. But not the usual messy that it was. It was even worse. And his shirt was messy and he was still wearing his pajamas even though it was well into noon. Crap, he was just a mess today. He moved to pick up the box, snapping the lid shut before setting the box onto the counter. Vivian glanced up then at the other, at a loss for words for a brief moment. Now that he had said it. Now that he had invited her into his household to stay longer, he almost immediately regretted it. He didn't know what they could talk about that they both liked. Or at least. What Skye thought she knew about him. As far as she knew, he only knew her name and where she lived. And evidently, that he found some interest in her. It was doubtful, after all, that she noticed him in school either. "Well... a little yeah...

[/color]" He said slowly, offering the other a small smile. "I mean you don't have to! I won't ... I won't make you! I mean ... why would I make you? That's weird! Hah... haha! ... I'm talking too much again aren't I? Sorry. Erm. I'll just. Shut up.[/b]" Vivian shoved his hand into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet a bit awkwardly as he thought over what to do. He was so lame ugh. She probably thought he was too. If she did stay, he had a pretty good idea on something that he could make for them both to eat with lemonade. It was a nice enough day for that. Maybe they could go out into his garden. Gardens made people happy, didn't it? Make her calm?

Did she say yes? His smile widened, Vivian's heart thumping a mile a minute. She was okay with this. Being with him. Of course, he could only hear the questions that his mothers would ask him. But he'd push it off for later. He moved to head into the kitchen, trying to imply for the other to follow behind him. He hoped she would. "I have some puff pastry. Whipped cream and some fresh fruit. I bought some last weekend when the farmers were selling some. And I can make some lemonade." Did ... did that sound too excited? He felt like it was kind of loud.

"Does that sound okay? I mean if you want to. Do you want something else?" Maybe he could find out a little more than she was letting him know. He couldn't believe that he was about to give up all hope. Just in a few words and she already strengthened his resolve. Skye was a beautiful person. Had a beautiful personality. She was... just so amazing. He could only wonder if she really knew how much of an effect she must have had on everyone. Or at least. How much of an effect she had on him alone... god, the things she would have known. The last time they talked, the only thing that had ended up happening was him embarrassing herself and her finding out about him. This time, he thought. This time, he'd definitely try to find out more. Find out more about her world. The way she saw things.

He wanted to understand her as much as she wanted to understand him.

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[SKYE Q.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][cs=1][atrb=style,width:125px; border-right: 5px solid #1d1d1d;] TAGS | viv you cutie WORDS | 778 NOTES | SORRY IT'S SO SHORT by rimy ♥ of btn!

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][cs=1][atrb=style,width: 300px; border-left: 2px solid #ffffff;] ❝FOREVER IS A LONG TIME BUT I, WOULDN'T MIND SPENDING IT BY YOUR SIDE. TELL ME EVERYDAY I GET TO WAKE UP TO THAT SMILE, I WOULDN'T MIND IT. I WOULDN'T MIND IT. YOU SO KNOW ME, PINCH ME GENTLY ❞ The ground matter of it all was that she didn't even know him that well. He was just this boy she knew went to her school and who had accidentally tripped in front of her house with a box full of cookies. That was intended for her. It didn't even occur to her that there was more to it than just a coincidence of some sort, even though she was fairly intelligent. Guess it didn't include understanding things that went on right in front of her. Not that she'd be good at counseling, though, telling other people what to do. No, she just didn't really understand a lot of things when it came to friendships. Or any kind of relationships, as she only really had relations with her family. And even then it was only two of them. Thinking back to the matter at hand, however, she had accepted his invitation to stay at his house for a while. Being his guest. It was something she was rather new at. Skye had never really gone over to people's houses to visit. Not even her own relatives, no matter how close they were. She had a cousin who owned the local inn, but she hadn't even been inside the place for more than twice. And even then it was to deliver vegetables that her parents had grown on their farm. Now she was standing inside the house of a boy who had appeared outside her home with a box of cookies. Wait, were the cookies handmade? A sudden thought popped into her head as she watched him stumble around with his words. It was cute. A soft laugh escaped her lips and a hand went up to cover her mouth. It was a reflex, an automated move, but she was still a girl. Girls needed to keep their innocence and appearance clean. What if he thought she was weird? "It's okay," she said, lowering her hand to reveal a smile, "you're funny." She followed him into the kitchen, eyes gazing upwards and around to fully take in her surroundings. There were blue walls, contrasting the white cabinets -- and a kitchen island in the middle! It looked so modern and contemporary, as opposed to Skye's home, which was old and weary. The scenery even took her away from the current situation for a moment, because she imagined how she would have had her own kitchen designed and furnished when she got her own home, but she was brought back at the notion of lemonade. "That sounds delicious, thank you!" Maybe even a little over the top, at least for her own sake. She couldn't cook worth a penny besides omelettes. And those were only accommodated to her own taste. Maybe if Vivian liked omelettes she could make him one. Try to widen her horizons. With omelettes. A laugh escaped her again, but this time he hadn't really said anything to make her do so, it was all because of her own thoughts. Her stupid, complicated thoughts. "I-I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something." She didn't want to tell him what, because then she would sound pathetic. Why would she laugh at herself for making omelettes? It didn't even make sense to her. "Uh-uhm, the food-- it sounds great! I should be a little careful with sweets, though, because I can't have too much of it, but I think it sounds good." She didn't want to completely turn him down and say that she should avoid eating anything overly sugary, because it made her feel sick, but pastry and cream sounded perfect. Even the fruit. Maybe she could tell him that her family was selling fruits and vegetables, if they were buying regularly. Later, though. That seemed fitting for a later date. "Your home is really nice," she stated, sitting down at one of the chairs at the kitchen island while gazing around the lush kitchen. Her home looked dull compared to his, and who knew what the rest of it looked like. She was afraid to ask. Or see. "Oh! D-do you want me to help you? I mean, I'm n-not really good at anything involving kitchen supplies, but I'll try my best?" Just as she had sat down, she popped herself up on one leg and looked worriedly over at Vivian, unsure if he even wanted her help. Though if he knew how terrible she was in the kitchen, he would just avoid it alltogether. Then again, he could be terrible too, but from the whiff she had taken from the box of cookies he had failed to give her, he was a better cook than she was.

[VIVIAN L.]

[atrb=valign, top] She definitely thought he was creepy, he thought. No doubt about it. Vivian wasn't exactly well versed in socializing with girls. Especially not girls that he really liked. It was more embarrassing than he wanted to let on, but the matter of the fact was that he really messed up. Skye didn't know him up until he tripped and ended up lying face down on the road. Even with that said, she still didn't exactly know him either. Maybe his name and that he was creepy and baked cookies for girls that he never talked to. But that was pretty much it, wasn't it? The extent of their relationship? For a moment, Vivian despaired at the lack of progress that had been made in the end. So they weren't really even friends but more like acquaintances. Better than nothing. But besides that, he had been clearly offered an opportunity to make that better. Maybe if he was lucky, he could bump it up all the way to friendship status? And if he was really lucky, romantic interest? Ah, maybe he had been watching too many romantic comedies lately. A small part of him was proud. Proud that he had been able to extend the invitation without biting on his tongue or running away. Not that he had anywhere to run to. His mothers seemed insistent on having him talk to her. Vivian reminded himself to say a thank you to them later. No doubt he would have just avoided her the rest of his life and moved away to go raise alpacas in some obscure country far from Primula. Earlier, he had thought there was just no chance. But now he had an opportunity to show how impressive he really was to her! And maybe if he was lucky, she'd think he was cute- no, handsome and charming. Because cute definitely wasn't going to cut it if he wanted something more than friendship. A small part of him felt guilty for having an ulterior motive, but. All was fair in love and war. The edges of his lips quirked up when he heard her laugh, the indigo haired teen having to try hard to suppress the desire to laugh too. She thought he was funny. Girls liked funny people, right? Ah, even if she didn't ... he kind of wanted to hear her laugh again. She sounded so pretty and she was really pretty when she was happy. He could only wonder why no one had come along and saw that too. "Th- That's a good thing then, heh,

[/b]" I was worried you'd think I was stupid was what he wanted to say. How embarrassing would that have been? Vivian looked away then, biting his bottom lip as he tried to come up with something to say. Quick, something witty. Anything! "U- Um..." Vivian began, just letting the sentence hang in the air as they moved from the main room into the kitchen. What was he supposed to say? "H- How's uh... school?" Stupid, stupid, stupid. He wasn't even sure what to say himself. Viv wasn't exactly doing so hot the last time he checked. God forbid if he checked again, he hadn't turned anything in for a while.

"Oh, that's great then. I'll get started.[/b]" The teen walked to the refrigerator, producing a recently purchased bag of lemons and a box of mixed berries. The best way to impress a girl was by showing her what he could do without really telling her that he could. Or at least that was what his research told him. Vivian went ahead and washed the varied fruit, washing his hands promptly afterwards before going to prepare the lemonade for them first. He heard another laugh escape the girl, Vivian turning to look over his shoulder. What was she laughing at? Had he done something strange again?

Upon hearing her explanation, he could only laugh. How cute. He paused, thinking over what she had said to him earlier. "It's okay," He turned back, moving to rummage through the cabinets to find the cutting board. "You're funny.[/color]" Vivian couldn't help but want to tease her even if only for a little bit. He just hoped that she didn't take it the wrong way though. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel uncomfortable or anything.

"Oh, thanks. It's always kind of messy... my mom keeps painting new stuff over our walls all the time and then forgetting to clean it up." Vivian only grumbled in annoyance. She always did things like that. Just because he was going to clean it up, he wasn't fond of the fact that he had to in the first place. But he supposed it was only fair. The one that did know about housework was almost never home anyways. "H- Huh? Oh, only if you want to. You're the guest, so I'd feel bad if I asked." He admitted. Well, maybe if she helped ... then they could bond over the brief time they did 'cook'. All he really had to do was cut the fruit and then bake the pastry sheets, but it wouldn't be hard to do. Still, any chances to get closer to her somehow - especially knowing that he possibly wouldn't be able to get to do something like this with her again - were important to use. "But if you want to, you can."

Please say yes, please say yes.
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words: 920!
tags: princess skye!
notes: so excited for these two!
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[SKYE Q.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][cs=1][atrb=style,width:125px; border-right: 5px solid #1d1d1d;] TAGS | viv you cutie WORDS | 672 NOTES | i'm sorry it's short, but at least it's something :c by rimy ♥ of btn!

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][cs=1][atrb=style,width: 300px; border-left: 2px solid #ffffff;] ❝FOREVER IS A LONG TIME BUT I, WOULDN'T MIND SPENDING IT BY YOUR SIDE. TELL ME EVERYDAY I GET TO WAKE UP TO THAT SMILE, I WOULDN'T MIND IT. I WOULDN'T MIND IT. YOU SO KNOW ME, PINCH ME GENTLY ❞ The fact that she was sitting in a cute guy's kitchen was making her blush, but she was just so happy of the prospect of gaining a new friend. He had been so nice to her so far, though a little weird at first with the whole faceplant in front of her house, but she found it cute. She found him cute. Her fingers reached into her pocket, clenching desperately at the tiny cellular device that was in there. Maybe, just maybe she would get to increase her friends list, having barely two listed at the moment. Skye didn't have a lot of friends, even though she wanted them as much as anyone. She wasn't anti-social, she was just shy. School? Vivian mentioned school. "U-uhm, well, school's good, I guess. It's going to be good to be finished when summer comes, though," she said, smiling with a slight tilt to her head. "What about you?" She had seen her new acquaintance around school a few times, but not enough to really get a feeling of how he was doing skill wise. He was probably good in home economics, the only class she deliberately 'fell ill' for, because she was so bad at it. Now she wondered if she would've seen him shine, however, if she had attended it. She watched him start washing the fruit from her seat, wondering if she should help him or not. She supposed she would just admire him for now, the way he moved so skillfully, so gracefully. She was envious. The lemons were for the lemonade, she guessed, as he was pulling out a cutting board while he was calling her funny. He really thought she was funny? She wasn't really trying to, but she supposed it was a good thing. Guys liked funny girls, didn't they? Well, not that she knew of. Maybe Vivian hated funny girls. Not that she considered herself funny at all, but if he thought so -- no, he wouldn't say that to mess with her, would he? She'd give him the benefit of the doubt, as she didn't know him yet. She was really thinking to herself that she should offer to help, however. After asking, Vivian didn't look too eager for her help, though. Skye gazed at him with a puzzling look, not wanting to overstep her invitation, but she didn't want him to do all the work either. She was debating whether or not to take it as a yes when he added that last sentence. Okay, that settled it. "A-alright, I'll help you! But you have to tell me what to do, because I really don't know-- I'm not good at cooking, you see .." All she wanted was to not sit there and be idly wall ornament, so this worked out better. How well she would do depended on his guidance, however. She didn't joke when she said she was bad at cooking, because one time she almost burned the house down. She would try not to burn Vivian's house down, of course, but it was a good thing they didn't have to use a stove. And if they did, she would let Vivian take care of that. Without a moment's wait, she lifted herself up from the seat at the kitchen island and moved around to stand beside her new acquaintance. She looked up at him through her long bangs, smiling. "I'll do my best." Maybe she could even learn a thing or two from him, to take home. She had always wanted to be able to make something sweet for her parents, something they could all share. Being able to only make omelettes was a pain sometimes, as she really would have wanted to be able to cook for herself. Eating omelettes day in and day out would be terrible, if she ever moved out. She was still seventeen, however, her birthday not being until the fall, so that kind of thought was probably a little premature. But hey, you never knew what could happen.

[VIVIAN L.]

[atrb=valign, top] He felt a lot more nervous now. There was a pretty girl in his house, in his kitchen. Just sitting there and quietly watching him. Watching every move he made and it made his stomach flutter with anxiety. He couldn't make a fool of himself now, he thought. It would have meant that everything would have ended before it even got the chance to start in the first place. It was already bad enough that he had made a complete fool out of himself and faceplanted in front of her family's farm. With a box of cookies for her no less. And admitted that he had come to see her of all the things he could have said. But he supposed there was no point in beating himself up over it now. This was his chance to redeem himself. Vivian nodded, plucking the stems off of strawberries as he did so. "Won't it be for everyone?" He replied, laughing a little. Why was he even talking about school? School made him nervous. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Aah, hell. What if she asked about his grades? What would happen when she realized he wasn't exactly smart? Skye was tons smart. That much was proven when he tried to become invisible whenever class started and whenever the other would answer questions. At least when she was prompted. Did she even notice he was alive before he had gone ahead and done what he had? If this was how she was going to remember him, he might as well give up now. Ah, so there was the question. What about for him? "Aah, let's ... not talk about that.

[/b]" He replied, setting the berries aside in a small bowl once he had finished washing them. Taking a step to the side to find a dull enough knife that he could give to the other. "It's a little embarrassing.[/b]"

He just had to stay cool and collected and manage to get through this somehow. He was in the kitchen, somewhere that he actually could make sense of what he was doing. Girls liked guys that could cook, right? Er, he hoped they did. Otherwise he learned for no reason. "I'm sure you'll be fine.[/b]" He replied, nodding quietly. Drop in a compliment somewhere, Viv! Something! Gotta step up your game somehow! "I'll teach you, if you ... if you want... I mean,[/b]" Shit, that was not a compliment man! What if you just insulted her. He glanced at the blade of the knife, quietly wondering if he could just kill himself now. If it wasn't going to be that, it was going to be from embarrassment. Shit.

It probably wasn't even that big of a deal! Just needed to not over think things. Right, don't over think and everything would be okay. He stepped to the side, making room for the other. The teen glancing down at the empty cutting board before he moved to pick up a strawberry from the bowl and set it down onto the cutting board, removing the stem quietly and then promptly diced the berry. He ran his finger against the side of the blade, turning to look at her. "That's all I need you to do,[/b]" He smiled, stepping aside and setting the knife down onto the cutting board. "You can do that right?[/b]" Vivian moved to go and find the puff pastry sheets that he had left somewhere in his refrigerator. He just hoped that his mother hadn't gotten into them again on one of her diva tantrums.

Something about how she couldn't paint when she was hungry or that she had to eat and feel inspired. Whatever.
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words: 617!
tags: princess skye!
notes: this is so short, kill me!
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[SKYE Q.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][cs=1][atrb=style,width:125px; border-right: 5px solid #1d1d1d;] TAGS | viv you cutie WORDS | ugh NOTES | VIV, GO BE A HERO by rimy ♥ of btn!

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][cs=1][atrb=style,width: 300px; border-left: 2px solid #ffffff;] ❝FOREVER IS A LONG TIME BUT I, WOULDN'T MIND SPENDING IT BY YOUR SIDE. TELL ME EVERYDAY I GET TO WAKE UP TO THAT SMILE, I WOULDN'T MIND IT. I WOULDN'T MIND IT. YOU SO KNOW ME, PINCH ME GENTLY ❞ Above all else she just wanted to be near him right now. To learn more about him, to get to know what and how we was, especially in his home where he could relax. He would probably be different around his friends, but now they were on their own, inside his house, all alone. Skye supposed his mothers were keeping an eye on them from behind closed doors, but at least their presence wasn't noticed, and Skye could feel more at ease not feeling watched. At Vivian's reply to her question of how he was doing at school, she couldn't help but giggle. It was true that she hadn't noticed a whole lot of him during school hours, because he tended to stick his neck down whenever the teacher was around, but she knew she had seen him before. A memory played out in front of her eyes, watching a lilac haircoloured boy accidentally flip his pencil at one of the girls sitting next to him. Skye payed full attention during lectures, so it was a wonder she had even noticed what was going on behind her. The girl who had been hit was sitting right behind her, however, so it was evident she would mind the little disturbance. The thing that made her remember it so well was because Vivian had apologized to her, flushing at the bare thought of alarming the class of himself in the middle of a lesson. She remembered the teacher scolding him, and watching the boy puff his cheeks out and stare out the window for the rest of the hour. Skye smiled, lingering in the memory of an embarrassed Vivian, and then turned to look at the boy beside her. It almost seemed unreal, because he was so different than what she had first thought of him. During school hours he had been rowdy and picking fights, as far as she knew, but he almost looked like a completely different person right now. He could even bake! She didn't realise that she was standing too close before the other took a step to the side, probably to make room for her. Still, her cheeks flushed, but to avoid being taunted for the fact, she focused on the items in front of them. A cutting board, a knife and then a strawberry, which Vivian gracefully plucked the stem from and then diced. "Mm, that shouldn't be too hard, I think," she said, having received the instructions. "Leave it to me." She looked down as she picked up the knife in her own hand, smiled reassuringly at the purplette, then dipped her other hand into the bowl of strawberries and retrieved a few of them to place on the cutting board. Forgetting to remove the stem before dicing the first strawberry, she inhaled sharply as she realised her mistake, and accidentally dropped the razor-sharp knife on one of her fingers from her embarrassment. A droplet of blood oozed from her skin, followed by a salient painful sting. "A-ah- blood--" It wasn't that she was afraid of the sight of red, or that she couldn't handle it, but the combination of embarrassment, pain and panic sent a rush of blood to her brain that took a complete hold of her. A strawberry fell from her hand, rolling over the edge of the kitchen island and down on the floor, along with Skye. A silent thump was heard, and Skye was lying back down next to the berry, looking intently at her blood-covered fingers before her vision blurred and she lost consciousness.

[VIVIAN L.]

[atrb=valign, top] Wow, were they standing really close or was it just him? They were standing really close, right? Vivian glanced at the other from the corner of his eye before turning his gaze in another direction. He never thought he'd be close enough to be in the same room and talk to her much less but so close to her that he might have accidentally touched her. His cheeks flushed with color when he had realized she laughed. Had he said something dumb? Or maybe she was thinking on why he didn't really want to talk about school? Ugh, stupid. He didn't even know why he brought up the subject. What idiot talked about things that they were bad at? Well, it wasn't like he was bad at school necessarily. Just really, really lazy. He watched her for a moment, trusting her with the task before he went back to try and find the sheets. He swore that if his mother had gotten to them before he could, he'd give her a piece of his mind. They told him to do all of the cooking and cleaning in the house and if he had to explain to Skye that he made a mistake and that they were in fact not going to be able to eat anything. So help him, he would go and just. Ugh. They always did things like this to him. "A- ah, blood--" What? Vivian turned around from rummaging through the refrigerator, only to hear a thump of a body. Oh shit. "Skye!

[/b]"

He rushed over to the girl's side, fidgeting as he struggled to think of what he had to do. He saw this on a documentary once when he had been bored. Uh, what was he supposed to do again? CPR? Oh, wait maybe that was just the hormones. CPR was for when they were drowning, not when they passed out on the ground. Or at least, he thought she passed out. Why else would you fall like that? Wouldn't that hurt your head? Uh, uh, uh ... what was he supposed to do again? Well, first thing was first. He needed to move things so that it wouldn't hit her. He moved, pushing back the cutting board and setting the knife far away from the edge of the kitchen island. He kneeled down, checking to see if she was still breathing or not before tucking an arm beneath the other's legs and his other to support her back before he got up again.

He really didn't even know why she had passed out. He had only barely looked at the knife, but it was red. He thought it was from the strawberries but it looked darker. She did say blood, so maybe that was why she passed out? ... either way, it was extremely stressful. Vivian set her down onto the couch, sighing a little as he heard his mothers gossiping behind closed doors. They were probably saying or thinking about something weird again. He adjusted her head, resting it on the arm of the sofa. Briefly brushing his fingers through her hair before realizing what he was doing. Oops. He pulled away almost immediately, going back into his room for his phone and googling what he had to do when someone passed out.

He checked her breathing. She was fine. He moved to tilt her head to the side before the teen returned to the kitchen. Getting a damp towel and setting it down onto the other's forehead. Careful to make sure that it didn't fall off. He took a step back, glancing down at the phone once more and debating calling the town's doctor to show up. Although, chances were she'd end up just passing out herself. He sighed, shaking his head. What kind of town did they live in? He glanced at the other's still bloody fingers, hesitating a little before going for his first aid kit. Returning not long after.

Vivian sat down next to her, opening the box before taking her injured hand and turning it over so that her palm was facing up. He took out a small cotton ball, spraying an antibacterial onto it before dabbing away the blood and cleaning up the injury. He wrapped her finger up with a small band-aid, setting her hand back onto her stomach before shutting the case and getting rid of the trash. He certainly hadn't been expecting her to pass out like that, but he hoped she'd wake up soon enough. He definitely wouldn't know how to explain to her parents how she had ended up passing out at his house in the first place. Or why she had shown up in the first place.

He returned to her side not long after, taking a seat next to the couch and waiting for any signs of the other waking up. He lifted a hand, gently brushing aside her bangs before pulling away again. "Aah, I hope you're alright. You really scared me there, Skye.[/b]" He mumbled under his breath. He really hoped she was alright. And that she didn't hit her head too hard. That would have been very, very bad. Ugh, if it wasn't one thing it was another. The whole universe was out to get them both. He could just tell.
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words: 893!
tags: princess skye!
notes: vivian the hero!
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[SKYE Q.]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][cs=1][atrb=style,width: 300px; border-left: 2px solid #ffffff;] ❝FOREVER IS A LONG TIME BUT I, WOULDN'T MIND SPENDING IT BY YOUR SIDE. TELL ME EVERYDAY I GET TO WAKE UP TO THAT SMILE, I WOULDN'T MIND IT. I WOULDN'T MIND IT. YOU SO KNOW ME, PINCH ME GENTLY ❞ When she got to, she could feel her hair being gently brushed away from her face. It felt nice. Not just the fact that her hair always got in her eyes - why hadn't she got a haircut? - but the touch. The feeling of someone's skin against hers. It was really nice. Then she could hear someone speaking. Vivian. It was Vivian's voice. She had scared him? She tried opening her eyes, but it always took her a little while before completely gaining control of her body after one of her fainting spells. But she wanted to tell him she was okay. That he shouldn't worry. And that she was sorry she had scared him. The fact that she could never govern when or where she fainted was distressing, however. She never wanted anyone to feel scared for her. "I'm sorry, Vivian," she said weakly, finally being able to open her eyes. A single tear welled up and rolled down her cheek, as she thought about the unfavourable situation she was in now. He had seen her faint. He had seen her be weak and boys didn't like weak girls, as far as she knew. She pressed her eyes shut for a second, then moved her hand up to wipe away the wetness of her eyes. As she opened them again, she tried to sit up, carefully making sure she didn't move too fast. Her head was always spinning after she woke up like this, and a part of her back head throbbed a little. Her eyes looked up to see the purplette's worried face, then moved down to stare at her hands, fidgeting. Oh. There was a band aid on her finger. She turned it over to look more closely, then smiled to herself. Vivian had bandaged her while she was out, and he had done it so well. Her other hand clutched around the finger, making sure she wasn't just imagining this. She had to tell him about why she had fainted. She always dreaded the times she had to talk about her illness, but in this case it was necessary. Essential, even, for their beginning friendship. "I'm sure you're wondering .. why I just fainted like that," she said softly, still looking down at her hands, a faint blush blooming across her cheeks. "I'm sorry you had to see that." Oh, what would she tell him anyway? How should she start it?