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Post by Haley Taylor on Mar 16, 2008 20:05:36 GMT -5
♥_Closed for Mr. Francois
Haley strode into the cafeteria with her usual confident gait. She was having a good day, in appearances and classes. Her hair was bouncing around her in loose curls, and she was wearing a strapless, flowing white dress that came to her knees. On her feet were white ballet flats with a black ribbon on the toe of each.
Looking around quickly, she spotted a few open tables left. Meaning she must be early. The cafeteria always filled up quickly and you were lucky to get a seat by someone you knew. Luckily, Haley had plans to meet Francois for lunch today, so she'd have someone to talk to.
Francois always entertained her, and she actually looked forward to leaving her easel and paints to see him. She'd admit she might be slightly crushing, but then again haley had promised herself she wouldn't get into any relationships at school. She needed to focus on her art. But those piercings and that hair.... Oh, why did guys have to be so distracting.
Having reached an empty table, she sat down and placed her purse in the one next to it so nobody would sit there. Now where was Francois?
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 20:12:15 GMT -5
Backpacks were such a pain to carry around, but it had all the things Frank needed. Batteries, money, pen, camera...Whatever. He had plans with a girl he's met. Haley was her name. She was quite pretty, too. He bought himself two slices of pizza and sat down next to her. "Hello, m'dear," he said with a smile, already poking the crusts of his pizzas with a spork. "How has the easel queen been since we last spoke?" He took a bite of pizza and wiped the grease off of his lips, waiting for her reply.
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Post by Haley Taylor on Mar 16, 2008 20:23:44 GMT -5
Haley looked up a few minutes later and noticed Francois walking towards her with some pizza. Reaching over, she took her purse out of his seat and grabbed a granola bar from it. Setting the granola bar on the table and her purse on the ground she smiled at Francois as he sat.
"Hey love." Haley giggled a little at his nickname for her. She couldn't help but love that one. "Very nice. And you?" she asked. Reaching down, she unwrapped her granola bar and took a small bite. Haley had never really been one for eating. She was always so distracted with her latest piece of art that food was never really important. Frowning, she swallowed and pointed to his pizza. "You're going to give yourself a heart attack with that stuff, you know."
What could she say? Haley would proudly admit that she was a vegetarian, and a health nut. But the way he chowed down was adorable. Rolling her eyes a little, although all in good humor, she took a napkin from the holder in the middle of the table and wiped by the side of his mouth, saying "You missed a spot hun." Haley had always been one for endearments, even to total strangers, so calling Francois names like this didn't bother her in the least. [/blockquote]
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 20:30:32 GMT -5
Frank smiled, shrugging. "If I die from a heart attack, I'll leave you a note saying that you were right. But right now, I think I'll just let grease clog up my arteries." Hey, he was young. Let him live life in the fast lane. He'll pay for it later. He felt blood rush to his cheeks as she brushed the grease from the side of his mouth away. He'd never be this comfortable around a new friend. But, hey. Some people are just like that. "How have classes been?" he asked, making small talk with the girl.
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Post by Haley Taylor on Mar 16, 2008 20:43:15 GMT -5
Returning his smile, Haley laughed. "And when I die at the ripe old age of 120 and meet you in hell I'll say 'I told you so'." Lowering the napkin to the table, she took another bite of her granola bar.
Now it was her turn to shrug her shoulders. "Okay. I'm having some trouble finding a finishing touch for one of my paintings though." Looking back over at him, she asked, "How about you?" Haley had never really been one for music. Well, playing it that is. Dancing to it she could do, and well. [/blockquote]
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 20:47:23 GMT -5
"You do that," Frank said, taking a large bit of pizza. Perhaps too large of a bite. He chewed quickly and got down as much all of it in record time. "Oh, really?" he asked. "I might be able to help you. I'm into art, or well, photography," he said, being kind of and offering Haley help with a current painting problem she was having. "Ah, nothing much. I'm supposed to write some new sheet music later. The teachers are still treating us like youngsters," Frank said, filling her in on the life of a music student. "Same ol', same ol'."
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Post by Haley Taylor on Mar 16, 2008 21:23:42 GMT -5
Laughing, she hid her giggles behind her hand as Francois took a huge bite of pizza. All men were pigs, some just cuter than others. "Help would be good... Seeing as how I have no clue what to do. All I know is that there seems to be something missing." Haley didn't know if he could help her, but if he could it would be a huge help. And a grade saver.
Taking another bite of her granola bar, she nodded her head. "I wish my teachers still treated us like kids. They act like we already know everything." Shaking her head, she frowned. Haley hated that, she came here to learn, not to be expected to be a perfect artist already. [/blockquote]
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 21:35:42 GMT -5
"What are you painting?" Frank asked. He started poking his first piece of pizza, which was now nothing but a crust, which was one of Frank's hatreds. Crusts...they were disgusting. "Because I'd love to help if I could. I really, really would." He smiled at his unintentional rhyme, waiting for her answer.
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Post by Haley Taylor on Mar 16, 2008 21:47:11 GMT -5
Haley smiled over at him. "It's a landscape scene of part of the beach." she told him. Haley's forte were landscapes and people. She could draw other things, she just didn't enjoy it as much. She giggled a little at his rhyming and rolled her eyes amusedly. "Do all you music type rhyme when you talk?" she asked. [/blockquote]
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 21:56:06 GMT -5
"Ah. I probably can't help you then. Beaches aren't my scene," he said sadly. He actually had wanted to help. "Of course we rhyme! We do it all the time!" he joked, smiling. "Nah. I have a good voice, but I'm actually a piano player. So I wouldn't know." He shrugged, taking another bite of his pizza. "You want a bite? You can have the crusts? I promise you won't die."
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Post by Haley Taylor on Mar 16, 2008 22:04:19 GMT -5
Haley shrugged, it had been worth a shot. "Don't worry about it. I'll figure it out sooner or later. I always do." she said with her upbeat voice. There was never an obstacle or challenge Haley didn't overcome. Of course, it took a lot of work.
She laughed once more at Francois's jokes. "Piano? Really? That's so cool. I couldn't play an instrument if my life depended on it." Haley was definitely not musically inclined. She just shrugged, you win some, you lose some.
Thinking about it for a second, she nodded. "Only because you promise." she said. "But just the crusts, anything else will kill me." It was a joke, but hey, Haley liked baby steps, not giant leaps. [/blockquote]
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 22:08:22 GMT -5
"Well, not today, anyway," Frank said with a smile. "But if you do die of clogged up arteries, I will take total blame for it." He handed her the crust of the first piece of pizza, which had tiny craters in it from Frank's spork digging into it's soft and warm surface. "And even if you do die today, at least you can say that you tried something new and weren't afraid when you're on your death bed."
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Post by Haley Taylor on Mar 16, 2008 22:13:49 GMT -5
Haley couldn't stop laughing for a minute. When she finally got herself under control, she took the crust from him and looked at it strangely. Slowly, she brought it up to her mouth and took a small bite. Haley made sure to chew it exactly 116 times before she finally swallowed.
Looking over at Francois, she bit her bottom lip on the right side. "Nope, not dead." she said with a sudden smile. "But if I do, remember you said you'd take the blame." [/blockquote]
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 17, 2008 15:28:54 GMT -5
"Ah, totally harmless," Frank said, smiling. She sure had chewed it a lot of times. At least one hundred. He played with his other piece of pizza, stabbing it with his fork a few times before lifting it to his mouth to eat. "God, I've been so worried my cell company's going to shut off my service. It's such a pain to turn in the bills on time," he complained after swallowing.
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Post by Haley Taylor on Mar 17, 2008 18:05:59 GMT -5
Haley smiled and took the last bite of her granola bar. "Really? I never have problems with mine. But, my parents pay it." Her black and red Razr had been a gift from her parents for getting into art school. Of course, it was really a great way for them to check up on her. Not that Hay minded. She loved her parents, and she got to talk to people whenever she wants. [/blockquote]
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