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fandomhighdorms2007-11-06 09:24 am
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The Roof; Late Tuesday Morning.
There was a nervous artist kid sitting on a roof, with a foot tapping nervously, biting his lip enough that it might start bleeding if he wasn't careful. See, he had made a decision to do something tomorrow afternoon. By 1;37 tomorrow afternoon, to be exact, so he needed to practice. It needed to be perfect. Annette told him he should just be honest and go with what he felt, but that got someone like A.J. in trouble a lot. He'd alway used the roof at Empire to think out loud to himself; on a day like this, he figured the roof at Fandom could serve the same purpose.
"Beauty," he started awkwardly, drawing in a breath and talking to an invisible other person. "I've gotta tell you something. It's about how I feel about you. I ... I, er, I really, really, really ... oh, God." He dropped his head in frustration, that pathway closed off before it even started, and tried again. Deep breath. "Uh...you know that feeling you get when you get out a hot bath and you just feel really...refreshed...and nice? Well ... you make me feel like...you make me feel like a bath? Ugh." Yeah, that one was pretty much awful. This was a lot harder than he thought it was going to be. So not any good with words. Maybe... "..You're like vanilla ice cream...French vanilla ice cream! Yeah...."
...Nooooo. He closed his eyes and grunted. Man, he was useless at this, oh God...
He might be there for a while. Or at least until shop class.
[[ swiped directly from canon, yay, 'cause I'm a neeeeerd. Roof is open, as roofs tend to be. ]]
"Beauty," he started awkwardly, drawing in a breath and talking to an invisible other person. "I've gotta tell you something. It's about how I feel about you. I ... I, er, I really, really, really ... oh, God." He dropped his head in frustration, that pathway closed off before it even started, and tried again. Deep breath. "Uh...you know that feeling you get when you get out a hot bath and you just feel really...refreshed...and nice? Well ... you make me feel like...you make me feel like a bath? Ugh." Yeah, that one was pretty much awful. This was a lot harder than he thought it was going to be. So not any good with words. Maybe... "..You're like vanilla ice cream...French vanilla ice cream! Yeah...."
...Nooooo. He closed his eyes and grunted. Man, he was useless at this, oh God...
He might be there for a while. Or at least until shop class.
[[ swiped directly from canon, yay, 'cause I'm a neeeeerd. Roof is open, as roofs tend to be. ]]