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Post by andrew mardi saint-amour on Oct 31, 2010 0:12:45 GMT
You could say Andrew was addicted to fast food. He would deny it every time, however. It wasn't that it showed, either. He was a scrawny kid. And it wasn't like he went to a fast food place every day. He only went about four times a week, and only to get fries. So that was what he was doing today - getting fries at the local McDonald's. He sat there at a table by the window, totally content, munching on his french fries.
He looked out the window, sighing. He missed Lake Bonaparte. He missed New York. He started thinking about what he would be doing if he was back home. Maybe he'd be water skiing, or swimming. Maybe he'd be at the beach, making a sand-castle. Or maybe if the water was frozen - which he highly doubted that it would be already - he'd be playing hockey on the lake, or snow-mobile-ing in the middle of the bay. He found himself smiling, absorbed in thought. He honestly hoped that no one would disrupt him. He probably looked rather sad and very alone, but he liked being alone. However, if someone did join him, he would put on a happy face and enjoy their company.
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Post by kiara louise foxglove on Oct 31, 2010 13:16:31 GMT
Kiara was making her way to the all famous McDonalds that afternoon to meet up with a friend of hers. She'd finally managed to get herself some free time, no homework, no work as a waitress at the cafe, and she wasn't as tired as usual, she didn't feel like she needed to pass out right then, like she usually did. In fact, she was feeling happier than she had since she arrived at Bluewater Bay, and of course, as she realised this, she was making the most of it, because, like the pessimist she was, she knew this wasn't going to last as long as she wanted it to. The sophomore clicked her fingers repeatedly as she turned the corner, and the fast food restaurant came into view. She didn't want to be the first one there, since she hated standing around by herself, waiting, and looking like an idiot. She pulled her phone from her pocket, checking the time. Even if her friend wasn't already there, it wouldn't be long before she was. Kiara was right on time... For the first time in ages.
She entered McDonalds calmly, scanning the area with dark green irises. She realised she was the first one here - great. At that moment, her phone vibrated in the front pocket of her dark blue jeans. The message read:
so sorry, ki. can't make it today. parents suddenly want me to look after my little sis. maybe another time?
Kiara sighed, and didn't bother replying. She didn't mind McDonalds food, but she didn't favour it either. Her eyes dulled a little while she decided whether she wanted to stay here or not. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a solitary boy, maybe looking quite down, deep in thought. Kiara took a quick look around, to see if anyone else - someone she knew - was around, but no, she was on her own. With another sigh, she kicked up her confidence and walked towards the boy's table. "Want company?" She asked with a small smile.
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Words: 344
Tags: Andrew Saint-Amour
Lyrics: Forever & Always -- Taylor Swift
Listening To: Euphoria -- Collide
Outfit: Click!
Notes: hope this is okay. you didn't give me much to work on rotignelkrh xD
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Post by andrew mardi saint-amour on Nov 10, 2010 12:13:38 GMT
Andrew hadn't seen the girl at first, had been absorbed in his own thought. He smiled though, when she spoke. "Sure," He said, smiling. He always put on a happy face for people he didn't know - it was a politeness thing. You couldn't be mad at someone just for disrupting a good day, or maybe running into you accidentally, let alone asking if you wanted company, especially when you probably looked down.
"Uh, you can sit down, if you'd like." He smiled a little, setting his french-fries to the side of the table, somewhat in the middle, implying that the girl could have some if she wanted.
"I'm Andrew." He said, his tone friendly and inviting. "Et vous?" He doubted she knew French, but said it anyway, hoping she would understand what it meant. Speaking French made him feel like he was at home again. He would be very happy once it started to snow - if it started to snow. If it didn't he would just start going to the ice-rink and skating. Open-skate wasn't as fun as actual hockey, but it was bearable if you had a friend. And it wouldn't be as fun in a rink. Pond-hockey was as cool as you could get. Ice-rinks were, however, good for dates. He had learned that when he was very young, when his older brother used to bring girls to the pond in winter and show off. Northern girls, at least, love hockey boys.
notes -- gross. it's all short and stuff. sorry. D:
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Post by kiara louise foxglove on Nov 12, 2010 19:10:24 GMT
At first, it seemed like the guy hadn't noticed her at all, most likely wrapped up in his own little world of fantasies and memories. Kiara, although feeling a little rejected, and having no idea why she even felt that way, waited for him, he'd notice her soon enough, yes? Unless he was just being completely ignorant, then there'd be a problem there. Kiara always did her best to appreciate things, and not worry about tiny mistakes and embarrassing moments that were nothing compared to the stuff she'd already been through, but if there was one thing she wouldn't tolerate, that was being ignored deliberately. She couldn't stand it when people just blanked her for no apparent reason. Of course, if she'd done something terribly wrong, she would easily take the blame for that, and would try to put things right, but being ignored when you've done nothing wrong? Stupid. And annoying.
Just as she was about to turn away, he spoke. Alive again, it seemed. He was smiling at her in a way that was unmistakably friendly, and open. It made Kiara completely at ease as soon as she saw it. Her own smile widened a little, but not enough to show her teeth. She rarely ever gave huge grins any more, only on those special days that meant a lot to her, or she found something really funny. At his offer, she lowered herself down onto the seat opposite him, constantly reminding herself to smile, and not look as sad as she felt, deep down. As he slid the chips (as the English call them) toward her, she waved them away politely, before saying, "It would be rude of me to just come over here as a stranger and steal your food." As it usually was when she wasn't overly happy, her voice was quiet, a little guarded, but friendly. When she heard herself speak, when she actually paid attention, she noticed her voice was a little high pitched, and was mixed with many emotions that most people decided not to take note of. She was glad for that reason, because she couldn't control her voice. People were so unobservant.
He introduced himself as Andrew, and then spoke to her in a different language. Kiara was no expert on languages, but she noticed it was French, though she didn't even speak it, or know any of it for that matter. Taking a wild guess, and hoping with everything that she was right, she replied saying, "I'm Kiara. 'T is nice to meet you, Andrew. Do you have any nicknames or anything?" She gripped the edge of the table, a little nervously. The last thing she wanted to do was to embarrass herself in front of this guy. Of course, she hadn't failed to evaluate his looks and give him a high mark. He really was good looking, maybe not most girl's type, but.. Yeah. She could feel her cheeks heating up in the slightest at her own thoughts. Kiara could be a very demure girl, though she didn't realise it most of the time, and didn't know how to control it when she did. She wouldn't lie. She knew she was a little confused, and strange, and the things she'd seen and heard were not meant for people of her age group. It was hard to understand all the events in her life, she stuff she didn't know why she deserved, the punishments. It's hard. Kiara doubted she'd ever go back to England again. Not after all this, not after what happened two times over, in a way. She couldn't reverse the things that had happened as much as she wanted to.
Taking in an uncontrolled, jagged breath, she looked up at him again, deciding to ask a question of her own, "So, do you go to Bluewater High?"
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Words: 641
Tags: Andrew Saint-Amour
Lyrics: Forever & Always -- Taylor Swift
Listening To: The Only Exception -- Paramore
Outfit: Click!
Notes: i'm pretty pleased at the muse i built up for this thread. xD
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Post by andrew mardi saint-amour on Dec 21, 2010 2:43:19 GMT
Andrew realized that he had been ignoring the girl after he snapped out of his little trance. He felt like a jackass for it, too. When she declined his offer for the fries, he shrugged, "It was only polite to offer." He said, his accent surfacing every time he said a word with 'o' in it, the 'o's being stretched out, turning words like 'about' to 'aboot' or 'aboat'. He rested his head on his fist, with his elbow on the table, still smiling a little. When she spoke again, he simply shook his head. He didn't have any nicknames, except for the stupid little kid names his cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents gave him when he was three.
"Yeah, I go to Bluewater. I'm a sophomore. I think I've seen you around, actually." He smiled again, still friendly and open.
Andrew constantly found himself thinking. And never about anything relevant. At the moment, he was thinking about when he used to go sledding and skiing and snowmobiling in Lake Placid as a child. His parents would take him up the hill and then his dad would go down the hill with him, or his mom or dad would drive the snowmobile and pull him around on the sled until he was old enough to drive. And then he started driving the snowmobile and carting his little cousins around the fields. In the summer, he'd drive the four-wheeler. Call it a redneck sport, but half the time they'd tie a mattress in the back of the four-wheeler and he'd drag them around on that. He smiled absently, thinking about his cousins and back in New York and Canada.
He blinked a couple times, zoning back in and focusing his clear eyes. "So..." He said, hardly able to think of anything better to say, "Why're you out and about on this fine day?" He mustered, smiling.
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Post by kiara louise foxglove on Dec 21, 2010 14:26:47 GMT
Not knowing what else she could really say to his offering of the chips, she just smiled her response, twisting her fingers around her hands nervously. Yeah, it was normal for her to be like that, but it just seemed worse this time, for some weird reason. Maybe it's because the person she was talking to was a guy, or because he was still basically a stranger... Or maybe because he looked fucking awesome. Ahem. Kiara forced herself to look out of the window for a few seconds at that point, she was losing her mind. She didn't usually think like that about anyone, so why now? Why now at the most awkward time? She moved her eyes to the floor, probably making it easier for Andrew to see how much dark make up she liked to put on her eyes. At the thought, she fixed her gaze on him again, feeling a ray of light bounce off the dark green iris of her right eye. He probably noticed her awkward state by then, since she couldn't keep her eyes fixed on one thing, or maybe, hopefully, he was in his own little world again.
She couldn't help but smile at him when he rested his head on his fist, with a little smile on his face. To her, it was adorable. Something felt like it was changing inside her, like, for once she felt normal. Finally taking interest in something most girls her age like to do. It's not like you like him or anything... Her mind whispered to her, of course not. It's just that you can finally talk to someone.. Normally... Right? That has to be the reason, everything else doesn't make sense. She sighed. When he shook his head to say he didn't have nicknames, she shrugged, and replied, "Me neither. Well... There is one, but I don't really think it suits me."
He surprised her with what he said next, Kiara had always thought she went unnoticed in the corridors of the school, since, really, people just didn't take much interest in her, and she knew lived a boring life here, didn't exactly try to show her face much. The simple fact that she looked different sometimes made people avoid her. His words made her smile though. "I think I've seen you in a few of my classes, too." She wasn't sure which classes, most of the time she just told herself if people wouldn't notice her, or talk to her in a 'nice' way, she'd just ignore them. So most of the time, she didn't talk to a lot of people, most of the time she was afraid to strike up a conversation. Some people are just like that.
Kiara had a way of making things sound a lot worse in her mind than they actually were in real life, it was like she was paranoid or something. When she says she doesn't talk to people a lot, she actually does. She became quite good friends with Riley in her chemistry lesson, and she met Emmalie before she left for some reason, and she met Andy, but he was in college, and she met him whilst doing her job... And he left, too. For some reason. She didn't really know. There were others, too. She just couldn't think. She knew she wasn't the most popular of people though. In a way, she didn't mind, because that way, she wouldn't get hurt because she had nothing to lose. That was what scare her most. Loosing another person. She'd lost too much in the last few years.
"I was supposed to be meeting a friend here, so she could get something to eat, and then we could both go shopping... And stuff." Kiara told him, wrinkling her nose, "But then she had to cancel at the last minute - literally - because she had to take care of her sister for the day... So I thought I'd come over and talk to you for a little while." She paused again, biting her lip, "So that was my life story, what about you?" This time, she cracked her fingers, which even made herself cringe, sometimes, but it made her feel so much better after. It was like some kind of bad habit to her, and she really wished she could stop it but every time she tried, she failed. She looked down at her hands once, before lifting her gaze again to look back at Andrew.
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Words: 749
Tags: Andrew Saint-Amour
Lyrics: Forever & Always -- Taylor Swift
Listening To: Sally's Song -- Amy Lee
Outfit: Click!
Notes: does this post make any sense at all oh my god it's so rambly kdjfbnksd
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Post by andrew mardi saint-amour on Dec 23, 2010 21:11:19 GMT
Andrew was watching Kiara, taking in the way she looked, making sure he wouldn't forget her face so the next time he saw her he could say hello. Matching names with faces was always hard for him. He would remember someone, but not remember their name, or remember a name, and not remember the owner. He really hated not being able to recognize people. He nodded each time she talked, really just paying attention to her face - her eyes, her nose, her mouth... He mentally slapped himself. Girls were unimportant until the hockey season was over.
He smiled a little when she said why she was here, and nodded. "My boys were supposed to fly in today, but their flight got delayed. There's heavy snow back home. I miss it. We were going to go play hockey." He said, a little bit disappointed. He wished he was back in Canada, or even New York. The lake would be frozen by today. They would probably be out playing hockey, without him. He sighed at thought. It wasn't a very happy thought at all.
He finished the rest of the fries, smiling a little again. "And I like fast food." He said. He started thinking about Christmas, then. It would be different, at least. No snow, no family, only a few friends... He sighed again, putting his other hand up to his chin and resting his head on both of his hands.
notes--words-- 249 muse-- Alright. outfit-- here.
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