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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Mar 22, 2011 23:45:36 GMT -5
Cleo scowled at him briefly before deciding to ignore his nonsense. It wasn’t true, it wasn’t true, it wasn’t true. “I don’t believe you,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. She put her brush away, checked her phone, put that away, turned back to Jacob, and put her hands on her hips. Cleo nodded, “it definitely does… but pain is beauty. Or however that saying goes.” Cleo shrugged, tugging gently on her ponytail. At least she didn’t die it crazy colors and straighten it every day. One of her closest ex-friends had died her hair every color of the rainbow and now it was cut really short and had practically fallen out. Cleo would die if that happened. Her hair was muy importante to her. Was that right? Oh well. She hadn’t taken Spanish so guessing was her best bet.
Cleo laughed at Jacob’s imitation. “You could be a comedian.” Cleo could remember when she tried to sign him up for the Talent Show just to tell jokes but that hadn’t gone over well; she hadn’t even been successful… for once in her life. Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. Cleo tried to get Jacob to do lots of things in California. Like, swimming. She tried to get him in the ocean every day and she never had any luck. Still, they’d gone to movies and amusement parks; they’d gone sightseeing and to boardwalks. Jeez, she missed LA. His hand around her wrist jolted her from her silly reminiscing. “Right-o,” she followed (like she had much a choice) to the hot tub. It looked much more inviting than the pool at this point.
Still, she always did have trouble easing into the water. It was too hot for her most of the time. First, she’d dip her feet and then up to her knees. Cleo gave a tiny whimper, finally sitting on the concrete bench. “I’d rather be brushing tangles out of my hair,” she complained, feeling all tense and uncomfortable. She knew she’d get used to it, but still.
words; 342
notes; ehhh.
outfit; re-using
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Post by JACOB HARLOW on Apr 23, 2011 0:37:40 GMT -5
“Don’t believe me? Foolish girl. I’m going to take you to a waterpark one day, and even humiliate myself to demonstrate it for you.” He looked quite smug, then just shook his head. “Right, but I mean. You’re just going to go home. Shower, blow-dry your hair, and all that jazz. So what was the point of going through the pain if you just gotta do it all over again.”
He sighed. Girls were weird. And strange. And…sometimes they did pointless things. Even though he could easily pick up his Cleo, or hold her off—something inside of him feared her. She downright scared him to death. He wasn’t sure if it was a guy-wide sort of thing…or if it was just her. But she scared him. A lot.
“And darling, I am a comedian.” He batted his eyelashes at her playfully, before he stepped into the hot tub, wiggling his toes in the warm water. He still wasn’t an entirely huge fan of anything larger than a bathtub, but it was warm. And the water only came up to his hips, which was pretty decent, considering his height. And those jets were absolutely amazing on one’s lower back.
Jacob grinned at her, and watched her sit. “You are just so touchy. It’s only for a moment, while I recover from that near death experience, thanks.” He sighed, and dipped into the Jacuzzi for a moment, before resurfacing. He liked the warm water on it face. And it was better for the warm water to drip from his hair, than that horrible cold beastly water. “Well, Fish-Girl. What do you want to do today? You know…other than try to kill me. Since I know how you really feel about me.” He sniffled, and put his lanky fingers over his heart, and feigned a look of complete and utter devastation.
He wasn’t going to let Cleo live it down, but at the same time—he’d stop before she got too upset. By over exaggerating his emotions, he was letting her know he was making a joke out of it. He always did like her smile. She had nice, straight teeth. And she always seemed to light up when she smiled—he liked it. Even though he’d never tell her. Even if it was still a little grade-school, he still liked to pick on his best friend.
“To be totally honest, I’m glad you’re in New York too. I missed you, I mean…the old man was kinda nuts. It’s good to have my best friend back.” Jaybird voiced. |
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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Apr 30, 2011 0:54:32 GMT -5
“You? At a water park?” She laughed out loud, finding it almost hilarious that he would even say such a thing, joking or not. Cleo shook her head, “I can’t see it. At all. Ever.” Okay, so maybe she didn’t have enough faith in him but she’d never even gotten him into the ocean with her. There was no way he’d go to a water park, much less go into the pools or go on the slides. Oh, now she really wanted to go to a water park. Did New York even have those? She’d have to look into it. “I know. But I’m not going home after this. We’re going for lunch, hun.”
Cleo had adjusted to the water easily enough, thank goodness. Still, she would’ve liked diving into the pool right about now. Then again, when you went from hot tub to pool, the water was super icy which she didn’t particularly like. She slid down a little as Jacob disappeared beneath the water. Okay, this wasn’t a terrible idea. Once he’d resurfaced, she glared at him a little. “You were totally asking for it. I don’t like surprises!” That was sort of true, anyway. Bad surprises, like being thrown into a pool, she hated. Good ones, like… never mind.
Ugh, was he ever going to let it go? She understood that he was kidding but… still. It’s not like she felt bad enough in the first place. She’d just almost drowned her best friend. Seriously, she was never going to forget that, so she did not need his help. Folding her arms over her chest, Cleo tried to ignore how tense she’d become. He was just joking around. There was no need to be upset. “Well, we could go ice-skating. Since it’s right here, anyway.” Her suggestion came out rather timid which only annoyed her further. Part of her wanted to blame Jacob and that part was making her mad at him. Being a girl sucked! Too many emotions!
Was he being… she didn’t even know the word, but she appreciated his comment. Smiling slightly, Cleo nodded in agreement. “It’s nice, hanging out with you again. New York isn’t nearly as awful as it used to be.”
words; 370
notes; weee~!.
outfit; re-using
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Post by JACOB HARLOW on Apr 30, 2011 1:29:52 GMT -5
“Your lack of faith in me is absolutely crushing, Cleo.” He sighed, and sunk into the water, relaxing. See, he could handle Jacuzzis. They were just..super awesome bathtubs. Yeah, that’s all. “But completely warranted. I’d probably pay some old dude off to piss in a pool or something, so you can see the dye activate. Or we could just check youtube.” He shrugged his shoulders.
Oh, Cleo was upset. She had that look. The look that struck fear into the hearts of men everywhere. “Actually, you mentioned lunch. And now I’m hungry. C’mon, look at me. I’m an inch away from starvation.” He sat up for a moment, patting his flat stomach. “Any longer and my stomach may just eat itself. And I promise—I won’t order any seafood. Unless it’s some sort of amazing awesome special.” It was almost bizarre how opposite Cleo and Jake could be. One loved water, and hated seafood. The other hated water, and loved seafood. Seriously. Just try to pull Jacob away from fresh caught and grilled salmon. It’s not gonna happen.
“New York really isn’t bad at all. There’s so much to do here. I still don’t think I’ve seen everything just yet. I just can’t believe we’re both seniors at Barrie, and we haven’t run into each other until recently. Gosh, Cleo. What’s wrong with you?” He teased, offering her his usual lopsided grin, before leaning forward in the water slightly. “So, what are we having for lunch, fishgirl?”
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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Apr 30, 2011 21:24:01 GMT -5
Cleo mimicked him quietly, amused. He was so right, though. Then again, so was she. Still, now part of her wanted to get Jacob to a water park someday. “Ew.” she answered, bluntly. “Grody.” Cleo paused, as if surprised. “Oh God, I haven’t said that in… since California. Uck, how Valley Girl of me.” Shaking her head, Cleo sank lower until she was in up to her shoulders. Hot tubs were nice. She closed her eyes and just focused on the sound of the bubbles and the feeling of the hot water on her skin. It helped her to relax, her arms unfolded and her limbs less tense.
Cleo opened her eyes a little when Jacob spoke. She smiled a bit. It was true; Jacob was so skinny. It was hardly even fair. She could still remember very clearly one week in California where she’d worn long sleeves because she was so self-conscious of her arms because of Jacob. She hadn’t told him to this day and never planned to because that was embarrassing. She was never self-conscious! Sitting up a little and opening her eyes more, Cleo laughed lightly. “Oh, thanks so much. You won’t order seafood at all, dear, unless you want me to complain the entire time.” Last time he’d eaten fish in front of her, she’d thrown a fit, screaming “What if that’s a fish I’ve gone swimming with!?!” Cleo was glad that she wasn’t nearly as much a drama queen as she used to be.
Cleo shook her head. New York was awful, terrible, wretched, the worse place ever. Still, it wasn’t something she wanted to start an argument over so she dropped it. “I try to avoid finding things to do incase I start to actually like this place.” She forced a shudder as if this were the worst thing that could happen (which it probably was). “Me!?” Cleo exclaimed, narrowing her eyes at him. “This is so not my fault. Maybe you should have called more.” Cleo was teasing him, of course. She’d called as often as possible but after so long, she felt it was kind of pointless. They were on opposite sides of the country. “We could go to the Wandering Goose café.” Already, Cleo started praying that Becky wasn’t working today. It would be just her luck for Becky and Jacob to meet.
words; 393
notes; like, totally awesome.
outfit; re-using
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Post by JACOB HARLOW on May 4, 2011 20:37:29 GMT -5
"Cleo, Fishgirl, honey, you are valley girl every which way." He teased, and gestured to her hair, "After all--you just had to brush your hair for the sake of looking." Jacob pointed out, before lowering himself to sigh in the water, bubbles escaping his mouth and fluttering the water, before he sat back up.
"No, I promise I won't order seafood. But if I did want to, I could totally stuff some cotton in my ears or something to drone out your little Protect the Fish tyrade." Jacob rolled his eyes at her, before stretching one of his long legs out to poke her foot. "It's not so bad, liking New York. I suppose you'd like to have more ocean around you, but it's really not so bad." Jaybird defended, before starting to straighten up. He stretched his long arms over his head, and arched his back, cracking his spine, before slouching back over again.
"And I tried, but time difference, plus Pops bein' a complete wackadoo." Jake's finger twirled at his temple, indicating the universal sign for crazy. "Wandering Goose actually sounds pretty good. My treat." Jacob stood up, grabbing the pockets of his swim trunks, squeezing the water out of the pockets, "Did you have a set of clothes to change into, or should I meet you there, or?" Or pick you up? Were the unspoken words. He battled the slightly uncomfortable words hanging in the air by shaking out the water from his hair, much like a very skinny, very tall dog. |
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Post by CLEO EVERETT on May 4, 2011 21:33:55 GMT -5
Cleo tugged on her ponytail, pouting. “I don’t like tangled hair, is all!” Okay so maybe that was a little bit of a half-truth. But there was no way she was going to admit that she’d done it so that she would look a little less unattractive around Jacob. There was no chance she’d admit that to him. It was difficult enough accepting it herself. She even thought she was kind of lying to herself right now. That’s how badly she didn’t want it to be true. Cleo rolled her eyes a little, frustrated with herself. Complications sucked.
Cleo stuck her tongue out at him. “At least I… sort of – put up with it. I’m sure there are some fish-vegetarians out there that would just love to go on their own little tirades.” Cleo jumped a little, surprised. She hadn’t seen his leg underneath the bubbles. Once she realized it had been him, she faked a scowl and pulled her knees up to her chest. “I’d love to have more ocean around me.” Cleo gestured widely. “You think this is my idea of swimming?” She shook her head. It wasn’t. It was far from her idea of swimming. She missed California. Cleo winced a little when he cracked his spine. She’d never liked the cracking of any joints, be it knuckles or neck or back.
Cleo nodded, understanding. Once she’d started at Baum, she kind of figured any contact left with him would be lost. Private school kept her more busy than she thought it would have. “Time difference.” She groaned. “I swear, it took me forever to get used to it.” Cleo’s eyebrows rose. He was paying? Before standing, Cleo ducked underwater quickly. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and told herself to stop over-thinking things. She surfaced in time to hear his question, thank goodness. She hated asking others to repeat themselves. “I have a dress in my bag,” she answered, standing and wringing out her hair. He stopped rather abruptly, or so she thought. Watching him carefully for a moment, Cleo eventually shrugged. “We could meet there but I don’t think that’s very best friend-esque.”
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notes; <3
outfit; re-using
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