salty vs sweet {jonah}

[CLEO EVERETT]

Cleo Everett still kind of hated Adrian Hughes for moving back to California.

Then again, he did send her letters and pictures and postcards, so she couldn’t really complain. She couldn’t really hate him when he was the closest thing she had to California. Most of the pictures were up on the walls in her room, but she’d put a couple on the refrigerator recently. It just wasn’t fair to keep the beauty that is California all to herself after all. It had to be shared! Cleo assumed Scottie appreciated it. The refrigerator looked better, anyway. Not all boring and ugly. She’d prettified it!

She’d gotten a letter recently from Adrian, and the pictures made her miss California more than ever. It was spring time now and while New York was a little better now that it wasn’t cold and snowy, it still wasn’t the same. At least it was warm enough for a dress. Cleo felt like she hadn’t been able to wear one in AGES so she was going to take advantage of the nice weather. Letters from Adrian reminded her of the Fishbowl and while going there made her miss him, she couldn’t get over the décor and the menu. The place was perfect.

Besides, Jonie worked there. Cleo liked Jonie even though he preferred salty over sweet and he liked sushi, but he also swam and he could sing and he was like the big brother she never had. Cleo liked trying to cheer him up some days, even though she failed every time. That usually hit her right in the ego, for Cleo believed that people should always be in a good mood around her. She was Cleo Everett, after all. So, the weather was pleasant and she could go for some lunch, and maybe she’d bring her pictures of California! Jonie wasn’t from Cali, but she was assuming he’d like the photographs, anyway.

With that in mind, Cleo hopped in a taxi and headed on over to the Fishbowl. A lot of people were walking to their destinations, something Cleo felt she didn’t see often. Well, yeah, maybe a little, but they’d usually taken a bus or the subway and walked remainder of the distance. For a second, Cleo thought maybe she’ walk, but then she remembered just how far the Fishbowl was from Barrie and she changed her mind right quick. Traffic wasn’t awful and they got to the Fishbowl in good time. Cleo skipped to the front doors and opened one, stepping inside. She took a deep breath and smiled. Oh, how this place reminded her of home.

Seating herself at a nearby table, she waited around, wondering if Jonie was even working today. Perhaps she should have texted him…

outfit!

[JONAH CETACEO]

Jonah hated his job. Especially when he had nothing to do. Boredom was a frustrating concept on the days he had energy like this. It felt like it was bursting out of his fingertips and eyes, streaming out of his hair and toes. And nothing. Not a one customer. Between breakfast and lunch was an evil time of day.

When the bell rang, he nearly bounced out of the back. He wasn't even a server, he just wanted to see SOMEONE. And, low and behold, it wasn't just any old someone. It was Cleo! His Little Sweets, as he sardonically referred to her. Jonie personally hated anything that was overly sweet. The sweetest he got, in fact, was actually a breath mint. Cleo was not the case, not at all. Still hidden in the back room, he bustled around to make her a sloppy sundae, strolling out back with his apron still tied around his waist. "Little Sweets? What brings you to this end of the woods?" Swooping down, he kissed her quick on the cheek, sitting across from her.

"Perfect timing. This is just a heinous time to be scheduled. The boss hates me." In no way did he seem bothered by this, as he easily pulled the hat off his head and frumped his messy chestnut hair. In fact, for the most part, everything was easy about him today. From his vaguely amusing tee shirt to his teal sweatshirt. His jeans were scrappy and his shoes were held together with duct tape. His usual colours: Blue, gray, black. Why deviate when he looked so good?

He liked Cleo. Not as close as he was to Tanya, but he liked her well. She was sweet- repetition not intended. Like the annoying little sister he should have had. There was a connection that he couldn't explain. Of course, he was just in a good mood today. "So. Dish. Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Whats new?" Of course he was 95% positive Cleo had no more interest in the ladies than he did. Though, to be fair, most people took him for straight, so the remaining 5% was legitimate. But was jittering, his foot tapping away, his fingers drumming on the wood table. Pants ants, his Mother called it. Nervous energy, Tanya called it. What would Cleo called it? Something cute no doubt. Vein Bunnies? Who knows...

JONIE OUTFIT IS HURR BABY!

[CLEO EVERETT]

Cleo hadn’t noticed before how empty it was. How could it be this empty? The Fishbowl was such a lovely place, all beautifully themed with yummy food and wonderful staff. Where were all the customers? It was way too quiet. Cleo almost got up to look for someone behind the bar when a door opened and out came Jonie, wearing an apron and carrying an ice cream sundae. She sat up in her seat, her eyes lighting up. “Jonie! You are working today!

” That was exactly what she had been hoping. “Nonsense, you’re brilliant. It’d be impossible to hate you.[/color]” Then again, Cleo had trouble hating anybody.

A kiss on the cheek, one of the cutest nicknames she’d ever been given, and a sundae. Cleo could not have picked a better place to go for breakfast. … Lunch? No, no, for brunch. Ice cream before her meal, though! How her mother would disapprove. Cleo took the first bite and made a happy sighing sound. It was one of those times where she hadn’t realized how badly she’d wanted a sundae, the ice cream and whipped cream and hot fudge with the little cherry on top and wasn’t this a perfect time to practice tying the stem with her tongue? She’d been working on that awhile but maybe she’d best hold off on it until later. It would just make conversation that much more difficult to make.

Cleo blinked. For a second, she just held the spoon inches from her mouth, not quite aware that the ice cream on it was about to drip on the table. After what felt like quite a long time (for her), she quickly returned the spoon to the bowl and shook her head. Her face must have been red, she could feel it, but she tried her best to ignore the fact that she was blushing. She was interested in guys, just as she had always been (though she had those days where some girls really were just so pretty), but there was Jacob. Her Jaybird. Back in New York, at last. Did she really want to talk about her love life, though? Not particularly.

However, before she could even try changing the subject, she found herself saying “well, there is this… His name is Jacob[/color]” and she wondered where that had come from and why the part of her that did want to talk about her love life was suddenly having a mind of its own. She hadn’t asked for that!
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