Fourth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Evening.

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Slumped comfortably on the couch, A.J. sat sketching, with a very untouched sandwich sitting on a plate on the nearby endtable. He was working on a new piece of abstract art and ended up getting rather engrossed in it. To a point where he not only forgot about the sandwich, but he was also forgetting about where he was, what he was doing, what it was about. Entirely caught up in the moment. He loved when the art took on a force of its own and simply seemed to be using him and his pencils as a channel for giving them life....


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"Well, the thing with abstract work, though, Annette," A.J. said, sincerely frowning a little worriedly, "is that it tends to be....really personal, you know? I mean, I guess I could start a new one, try to tune it more toward you, and see what comes up, and, if you like it, we can do it, but..."

He shook his head. "I don't know what I'm talking about. Sure. I'll try some sketches. Or....you could design it, and I'll just paint it. Then it'll be really personal, like it should be."

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"Oh," she said, thinking about that. "I didn't know that about abstract art. And I certainly wouldn't want you to do something that is uncomfortable or force-like. Hmm." She sat back down on her bottom, on the floor, one forearm still draped along the edge of the couch. Looking at the TV she said, "I can't design anything. I'm not good at art, not really." Looking back, she met his eyes and smiled, "Maybe we'll just go with flowers or something. Soft, romantic...something along those lines."

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"Have you ever tried?" A.J. prompted. "You might surprise yourself. But, how about, if you're not comfortable with that, when I stop by to see your Wii..." He really couldn't not grin at that. "...or beat you in Twister, I'll get a feel for the room and see if anything strikes me. Inspiration can be like that sometime, fickle and very in-the-moment."

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She shrugged, "No, not really. The closest thing to art for me is the posters I make for cheerleading. And the squares I helped you paint on your wall. Why do you grin when you say that? Is it funny? Do you really know what a Wii is and you're just teasing me?" she grinned, giving him a look. "And there is no beating Annette at Twister. I rule!"

She had dealt with inspiration sometimes - nine times out of ten she ignored it. Sometimes Annette could be a total coward.

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"I swear, I've never heard of one before in my life, but, come on? Wii? Wii? What kind of name is that?"

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She giggled and scrunched up her shoulders, "I don't know! But whoever made up the name has got to be rich!"

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"I bet he was sitting in his Nintendo office one day, thinking, 'I wonder....I bet I'm so cool that I could name something a Wii and people will still buy it.'"

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Annette went to poke his leg, "People become rich off the silliest things, A.J., one just never knows. Look at you, you could be filthy rich one day by just doodling."

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"But that means I'm not any good," A.J. told her. "All the good artists don't start making money until after they're dead."

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"Then maybe we should get married and all your proceeds will go to me," she teased, grinning wide.

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A.J. gasped. "Golddigger and gravedigger, all rolled up into one pretty little package."

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She tilted her head back and laughed, "I never claimed to be sweet."

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"And I never suggested you did," A.J. grinned. "In fact, I know so much better."

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"Aaaah, what's that supposed to mean?" She mock pouted, folding her arms across her chest.

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"You can't pull pouting on the Pout Master," A.J. said. Pouting. "Won't work."

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She looked up at him through her lashes, poking her bottom lip out more, "Can too, Pout Master the second."

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A.J. quirked an eyebrow at her, "My Poutmaster sidekick?"

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"Nooo, you're Pout Master the second. I'm the first." She grinned cause trying to pout got old fast.

Sighing, Annette slouched back against the couch, stretching her legs out in front of her, and stared at the TV. "This channel always makes you hungry. How old are you, A.J.?"

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"I was just going to ask you that," A.J. said. "Seventeen. Your turn."

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"Seventeen," she said, turning around to look at him.

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"And your birthday?"

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"March fifteenth," she replied. "Yours?"

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"Completely and totally made up February twenty-eighth," A.J. announced triumphantly. "That makes me older. That makes me Pout Master the First."

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She shook her head, grinning, "Fine by me. No one likes a pouter anyway. Unless your're totally cute at it." She paused. "Okay, so like your're totally cute at it. But are you going to be a senior or a junior?"

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A.J. took a second to marvel at how incredibly good and bad for his ego Annette could be at times. "Senior. You?"