Just Chilling...(Frank)

[Amanda Neilson]

{Hater of Frills}

<< It was so unfortunate for poor Amanda, that she had worn her favorite clothes the day she arrived, because although she had packed her suitcase with every piece she wanted, when the blonde opened it, it was stuffed with very expensive t-shirts, blouses, and of course, a lot of dresses. Today, she decided to wear one of the dresses, for now, since nobody in this general area had the kind of clothes she wanted. So, for now, she wore a green dress with thin straps, and it was a bit above her knees, so it wasn't too tacky, but still. Amanda HATED dresses. The girl decided to go sulk in a corner of the student lounge, fixing her make-up, making sure that at least was mostly black, except her lips which were pink, and her eye shadow which was gray to go with her eyes. The blonde stared at the other students, all gaily and happy because they all knew one another, they all had friends. And that annoyed Amanda because she was new, and didn't understand anything much of the academy and its' students.

>> Amanda sat near a window, her face somewhat depressed looking, and unfriendly as well, until she remembered that she had managed to bring her ipod with her. Putting the headphones in her ears, she kept the music toned down, so that if anyone decided to talk to her, she could still hear, although for the moment she was humming brightly. The 18 year old was pretty anti-social, so most of the time, when she made friends, they approached her, not the other way around, although she wished that were different. Amanda just didn't have the confidence to go up to people she didn't know, which was a shame, because if she did, she'd likely have many more friends. Sitting there, the blonde sipped at her Jamba Juice, feeling decently satisfied, even without anyone to talk to.

[Frank Canstine]

If there was anything more boring than writing sheet music, Frank Canstine needed to know. Because there WAS nothing more boring than writing sheet music for a paino. He didn't even know why he was being forced to write it. The teacher of his class had plenty of nuciences to pick on, but Frank always seemed to be the victim of the extra credit work, which he didn't even need to do, seeing as his average was a ninety eight, anyway.
The stupid sheet music was supposed to be finished and able to play by tomorrow morning at nine. So far, Frank had four notes down. Only one million left to go..woohoo. He was totally going to fail this assignment.
He'd gotten up early to actually work on the sheet music in the student lounge, but secretly hoped that someone would be in there to distract him from his work.
There she was. That Amanda girl he'd seen in class one day. She hadn't seemed quite social, but she was a bit cute. He sat down in a love seat with his legs under him and pulled his homework out of his backpack with a sigh. A, B flat, D, C. He wasn't even sure if that would sound good on a piano. Oh, well. As long as he'd be able to play it on a piano...

[Amanda Neilson]

Amanda glanced away from her ipod and drink, and noticed the guy from her music class. He was good looking, sure, but she didn't know him much, seeing as she was anti-social, and more interested in her work than anyone else. Amanda smiled as she watched him write random notes since the teacher had so kindly given him extra-credit. Amanda wasn't quite sure why that was, because she was pretty sure he got a good grade. Which was, messed up, in her opinion, but whatever. It wasn't her fault. And yet, writing music was something she enjoyed, besides singing. Watching him, and then imagining the notes in her head, some made her cringe as he worked, and she spoke, "You sure you don't want it to sound somewhat alright? Some of your notes will end up making it sound...terrible." Amanda spoke, and she took the paper from him, and began to fix it without asking, writing a few notes to make it better, adding others after the ones already written. When she realized what she was doing, the 18 year old's cheeks reddened, which she rarely let happen, and she swiftly gave the paper back to the guy sitting across from her. "Sorry. Sometimes I can't help myself. When I see others writing random notes, I don't know why, but it just gets to me." Amanda shrugged, and turned off her ipod, and put it away in her own backpack. The young adult couldn't understand why she had to do what she had just done with his paper, it was just, an addiction, a dreadful habit. "Your...Frank, right?" Amanda asked, not absolutely certain, because she didn't pay attention too clearly, even if he sat pretty close to her in their class. Just showed how anti-social she really was.

[Frank Canstine]

He had been slightly suprised when this Amanda chick had taken the music from his hands and started working on it, but he accepted the help without complaint.
"Ah, it's cool," he said, looking ar the corrections she had made. They actually looked a hell of a lot easier to play than just random notes thrown in anywhere.
Yes, his name was Frank. Of course he knew that, and it was a good thing she did, too. Introducing himself wasn't what he'd call "fun."
"Yeah, I'm Frank. Francois, whatever," he replied with a smile. "Though I do prefer being called Frank, my dear Amanda." He felt the smile growing wider onto his face. Not because he knew her name. Because he might actually get credit on extra work for once!