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Post by Admin Sydnee on Jun 4, 2013 17:27:31 GMT -6
Monroe's eyes landed on the teacher who seemed less than amused or pleased with them both. Jeez, he was just getting to know his partner and trying to have some fun. He was sort of used to this, even if he wasn't the one particularly causing trouble, his friends were, including Gabe and Eli who often got him into trouble with them in classes for ridiculous stunts. Monroe was quiet, for the most part, didn't like to be noticed really, but it seemed he made himself known without trying.
"I didn't mean it like that," Monroe said, getting the feeling from her facial expression that she'd took it in a different way. "I was just teasing you. I mean, you just...nevermind." Sometimes he wasn't the best at interacting with people. He didn't know how to explain what he meant, but he always knew what he meant. It was just nice to see her smile and laugh, since she seemed almost...frightened before. God, even that sounded bad.
He bit down on his lip as he watched her go at the wheel again. "Good luck," he told her. "I need this credit to graduate. No pressure." He sent a smile in her direction.
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Post by Admin Lux on Jun 5, 2013 8:58:41 GMT -6
"I'll try to make it at least somewhat decent, for your sake." Adaryn wasn't much good at sarcasm, so her voice sounded a bit harsher than intended, but she when she turned her head to look at him, she saw his smile and her lips turned up in response. "But seriously," She said "I'll do my best. I've worked the wheel a few times."
Adaryn wet her hands and reworked the clay into an organized mess, as her mother would call it. Soon it would be something at least semi-decent, and probably worth something higher than a D, she hoped. This time Adaryn gently pressed the wheel, and tried to keep her mind occupied on the assignment at hand rather than the fact that she had a guy staring over her shoulder. It was unnerving, but she found the strength to manage it. Adaryn shaped the bowl up and thinned the edges so it was much thicker on the bottom than on the top, but it wasn't thin enough to break when it went in the kiln. She stopped to wet her hands once again, and started back up. Her eyebrows knit in concentration as she attempted to make a 'stand' for the bowl, just to allow it to stand on its own. It came out crooked, but decent. Or at least to her.
Once done, Adaryn looked at Monroe hopefully. "So... I think we're finished here." Addie reverted back to the shy tone and attitude at that final statement, and she didn't know why. Maybe it was because he was now able to judge her. Or maybe it was the fact that he was watching her too intently for her liking.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Jun 6, 2013 15:40:28 GMT -6
Monroe watched her work, spinning the clay on the wheel. He knew that you were supposed to get the clay wet and use the pedal and that was about the extent of his knowledge. He also knew that they had to produce something or he was sure to get the boot by the teacher and not receive this credit. "Alright, I totally misjudged you," he told her as she finished the stand for the bowl. "That is a lot better than I ever could have done." It was slightly crooked, but it worked. "So...we fire it and then paint it or something?" he asked.
She didn't seem to like the attention of him looking at her so intently and now she was speaking quietly again.
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Post by Admin Lux on Jun 6, 2013 16:49:31 GMT -6
Her lips tipped upward at the comment. Adaryn couldn't believe she was smiling around him. Quiet, reserved Addie who never smiled at anybody was smiling at a stranger she had just met about a good twenty or thirty minutes ago. It was a record that she had to applaud him for. Not physically, of course. That would embarrass Adaryn way too much. "Guess you judged the cover first, hm?" She said quietly, and mentally laughed at the cliche line she just used.
"Well, first it has to dry a bit." Adaryn nodded and gently picked her 'masterpiece' up and took it to Ms. Anderson. "Is this acceptable?" She asked the scowling woman in front of her, and as she looked it over, Adaryn could feel her cheeks going red.
After what seemed like forever, Ms. Anderson spoke. "It's good. Just place it over there and we'll allow it to dry. Then take your seats and wait for further instruction" Addie looked up to see where she was pointing to and nodded. "Alright, will do." She swiftly, but gently, placed the bowl on the table where Ms. Anderson had told her to. When it didn't crash and 'die', Addie turned back to Monroe. "Well, it's still alive."
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Jun 7, 2013 12:13:44 GMT -6
Monroe wouldn't say that he judged her, he wasn't really judgmental of others. It was more like she seemed really shy and then shocked him at random moments. That's how it was and he didn't know how else to describe it.
He watched and was glad when Ms. Anderson didn't say it was horrible. Although he felt kind of bad because he hadn't really contributed at all. "Yeah, it's alive and hopefully it stays that way," he commented. "Hey...I'm sorry I didn't do much to help. I owe you." Which he did. "You did all of the work and I swear I'm not a slacker." Well, most of the time he wasn't. And he actually liked art.
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Post by Admin Lux on Jun 8, 2013 14:06:38 GMT -6
Adaryn immediately shook her head in dismissal of his comment. "Don't worry about it. Art is my thing, I guess. I'm used to doing the work." It was true. Whenever she was paired up in art in her old school, people always sat back and Adaryn quietly did the work with no protest. The only difference with this is the fact that Adaryn was actually making conversation with the kid, and somehow found herself enjoying it. That never happened.
"You don't owe me anything," She insisted, and made her way back to the seat, sitting down on the stool and opened her sketchbook. Art was always there for her, and it sometimes actually managed to keep her from cutting. Most of her sketchbook was filled with dark things, but some people actually commented on calling it 'hauntingly beautiful'. She found nothing beautiful about it. Those were her fears and insecurities all summed up into one picture. Like everyone said, a picture's worth a thousand words. She opened to a fresh page and started doodling.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Jun 8, 2013 14:31:17 GMT -6
Somehow Monroe knew that Adaryn would not agree to him owing her. She seemed like that, stubborn in that way. That was something he normally rolled his eyes at, but this time he didn't. "Yeah, well I'm used to doing my fair share of the work. I'm not a slacker that rides off of other people in school. You made the bowl all by yourself." He didn't want to feel like a major douche bag, no matter how okay she was with doing all of the work.
He followed her back to their table, kicking his feet up on the chair across from him that was empty and seeing her pull out a sketch book. "Seriously, I owe you. As long as you don't want my boots."
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Post by Admin Lux on Jun 8, 2013 15:06:19 GMT -6
The sudden intensity of his statement shocked Addie and she turned to face him. He looked determined, his lips in a hard line, much like her own were while she was concentrating or trying to avoid someone's attention. "I never said that you do, Monroe." She said quietly, her face going red with shame. "I'm sorry."
How was she to deal with someone saying they owed her? She never had to deal with that before. Most people simply nodded and accepted the fact that she was going to do the work. Actually, people began expecting it. And people volunteered to work with her only so they didn't have to really work.
She jumped when he kicked his boots up on the chair, and a shy smile appeared on her face. "I don't think they'll fit me, anyway."
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Jun 9, 2013 14:09:50 GMT -6
Monroe couldn't say he'd expected her to be so stubborn. He thought that shy and quiet girls wouldn't be, but then again, Adaryn seemed to be her own breed. "I wasn't saying that you said that's what I did. That's just...not how I want to seem, you know? I want to do the fair share of the work...I don't know who you've worked with before, but that's not how I do things," he said, feeling slightly bad that the girl's face had turned red after he spoke.
This time she didn't even mention him owing her and instead just made a comment about his boots. "Well, good because they're not for sale," he told her. "But seriously...look, my friends and I...we have pizza night once a month just to hang out and be stupid." Oh god, what did that sound like? Sometimes Monroe had no idea why people talked to him. "And...Jimmy's pizza is the best. You could come to the next one. Pizza is always a great way to pay someone back."
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Post by Admin Lux on Jun 9, 2013 15:15:46 GMT -6
Adaryn couldn't believe what she was hearing.
A guy, more importantly a senior guy, was talking to her in the first place. He wasn't asking her to do this, or do that. But instead he said he owed her for doing all of the work when before she was always expected to do all the work. Oh well, new city, new rules. The only problem was, how was she supposed to answer to that?
And then it seemed to get even better.
He asked her to a pizza night with a couple of friends. Was that a date, or was that just owing her? She couldn't be sure. She was never asked out to a social outing before, let alone an actual date. Sure some of her friends asked her to go to the movies or something like that, but she usually made up some excuse to say no. It got to the point where people even stopped asking. But here he was, asking her to some outing.
"Uh, how many people will be there?"
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Jun 10, 2013 15:59:33 GMT -6
Monroe wasn't so sure that she'd like his idea. While he wasn't particularly social himself, he enjoyed the pizza nights, but she seemed almost to not like the idea of being around people at all. He had no idea how she could stand him then. Maybe she couldn't. Monroe wasn't a mind reader.
(OOC: omg, VxS reference to Eloise. lololol)
He didn't even realize that the invitation could be seen as a date, but rather just wanted to make things up to her. Besides, maybe she'd fall in with his group of friends. He'd never even seen Adaryn around before, which was odd because usually everybody was so tight knit in West Oak. "Uh," he began, trying to count out his friends in his head. Gabe, Eli, Reese, Rylee, Kaely... "Six including me."
He wondered how she'd get along with his friends anyway. No doubt Gabe and Eli would probably freak her out. "It's just a suggestion."
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Post by Admin Lux on Jun 10, 2013 16:59:23 GMT -6
Six people. Six strangers. Six bodies in the same place that will eventually bring their attention to her, but more than likely, all at once. Adaryn didn't know if she could handle that.
She looked at Monroe and noticed immediately the hesitation, as if he already knew her answer would be no. The stubborn side of her said to go just to prove him wrong, but the introverted side of her was wanting to scream and run in the opposite direction. It was really confusing, really. "Six people..." She repeated slowly, as if trying to see how it tasted on her tongue. Not good, she decided, but at that same moment she also decided to go against the more 'sensible' side of her. "Okay," Adaryn spoke as strongly as she could manage, which was barely a whisper. Even though she made the decision to go, she still was nervous. "Just don't expect me to talk much."
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Jun 10, 2013 18:59:51 GMT -6
Monroe patiently waited for her answer, a quality that he'd always had, although he usually happened to know people's answers before they said them by reading their faces and Adaryn definitely didn't seem like she wanted to go. Six people to her must have been like a crowd. Monroe didn't mind it too much. He just didn't like parties with tons of people, which he considered a ton over twenty. She seemed to be internally cringing about the idea, but finally she agreed, which he rose an eyebrow at. "Great, and...I don't usually talk much either, but there's pizza. Good pizza." He took a page out of his notebook and a pencil out of his messenger bag before scribbling his phone number on it. "We usually have them once a month. I can let you know when the next one is, but just in case, this is my number. If I don't pick up, it's my brother Isaac and he'll most likely try to talk your ear off." His mother wasn't home often as she was a single mother trying to support her family.
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Post by Admin Lux on Jun 17, 2013 21:03:52 GMT -6
Adaryn watched quietly and patiently as he scribbled a ten digit number on a piece of paper to give to her. She didn't stop him or look at him awkwardly when he actually stretched out his arm to hand it to her either. After all, she said she wanted to go and how else would she be able to get a hold of him? But even so, she blushed ever so slightly and gave him a shy half smile that soon faded when the teacher began speaking up about the lesson once again. Apparently everyone, during that short time, finished with their works of art, and she wanted to instruct everyone on how to carve off excess clay and things of the sort, before they actually had to.
During that time, Adaryn found herself either staring at her feet, hands, the paper on the table, or Monroe. Stolen glances really, nothing more. He didn't catch her looking, from what she could tell. But he was really the first person to truly reach out to her since she came to West Brook, and well, she was actually kind of grateful. But there was a nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her awful things. She attempted to push them away, but they remained. Eventually she gave up on trying to push it away, and begun drawing.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Jun 17, 2013 21:13:42 GMT -6
Monroe was glad that she at least took the piece of paper, even if she didn't say anything. He watched her turn back to her sketchbook and considered it a victory. They could always use a new person at pizza night, right?
When the teacher began speaking again, he turned in her direction, half listening, but he was more so thinking about the impression he'd made on this shy girl. She actually wanted to go, right? That's why she'd taken his phone number. Well, at least he hoped. He listened to the teacher drone on until he could go home.
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