Operation Forgive Me Cleo!(Adrian, Scott, Cleo)

[JACOB HARLOW]

That totally wasn’t cool. Cause he lost his cool. And not only flipped out on Captain Asswipe, but also on his best friend of all time. Knowing her, her silence in the chat room was proooobably her being upset, or even crying. And that’s not something Jacob liked to make anyone, especially Cleo do. Luckily, however, he knew exactly just the perfect way to cheer her up! Cater to her sweet-tooth. She seemed to have new roommates though. One was labeled an “undesirable”, simply for the fact when Cleo left the room, he totally had access to her drawers.

The other one, Sadie, he knew nothing of. And Scott, Scotty, Scottay, seemed to be pretty awesome. He did seem to have a love fest with beer, though. Either way, Jacob quickly signed off the computer and meandered to his kitchen, not too far away, and tugged open the pantry, grabbing two of the large pack of gummy worms he kept stashed for dire situations, just like this one.

He shoved them into his backpack, and grabbed his keys, and left. On route to the college, he stopped by Gingey’s to grab the recipes. Probably less expensive to pick them up at the grocers, but then they wouldn’t have that perfect, gourmet taste that Gingey’s was known for. Jacob’s beat up little hatchback puttered into the parking lot of the school dorms, before grabbing the bags out of the car, then swept his backpack onto his shoulder and marched right on over to Cleo’s dorm.

He curled his hand into a fist, and gave the door his usual three-knock-fist-pound, before shifting his backpack on his shoulder, “Come on! We can’t have the sugar or chocolate melting in this heat, or the strawberries rotting! And the gummy worms are totally starting to stick together, you guys!” Jacob called—he was pretty sure they heard the knock, but it was incredibly fun trying to make Cleo get excited to the point of bursting. “I mean, unless ya’ll don’t want it!” He continues, leaning back a second, “I can always go bring it baaaccckk!”


Tags:Adrian, Scott, Cleo
Outfit:Jacob, your wardobe sucks. Just sayin'.

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[CLEO EVERETT]

Cleo had apparently not learned her lesson from previous internet chat room incidents. Why did it always have to be dramatic and sad and stupid? Oh, and why did she have to get dragged into that silly little plan of theirs? She didn’t even know two of them! While Delilah seemed absolutely darling, Dan had been a bit frightening. Then there was Scottie, whom she adored, and Adrian, who she was kind of annoyed with now, and Jacob, her best friend. More people would probably show up. She wouldn’t be surprised. That chat room was very public. Nonetheless, she hadn’t been upset long because Jacob knew one of the things that would immediately cheer her up and that was sweets! Unfortunately, she had been at her mother’s house so she had to drive all the way back to the school. If she drove fast, she could get there in no time. But she had promised to drive safe so she had to stay the speed limit and not try to rush through any yellow lights. Even though she was getting gummy worms and making sweets and—oh, she’d missed that stop sign.

She couldn’t have been more excited to reach the college, parking a little crooked and slamming the door on the hem of her shirt. Oops! Pocketing her keys, Cleo hurried to the dorm building, hating that the elevator was out of service. How lame! What if there were new students that had to move a ton of stuff? That would be way fun to lug up the stairs. She tried taking the stairs two at a time, but after almost face planting completely, she decided against that. That would be great. To get there all scraped up and whining about her knees hurting. That would be totally lame. Reaching their floor, Cleo had to resist racing down the hall to their dorm. There was no need to get crazy. Jacob probably wasn’t even there yet. Then again, it would be nice to see her roomies again. She hadn’t seen them all day, having gone to class and then straight to her mother’s. It was going to be a nice relaxing weekend except… well, now it wasn’t.

Sadie was going to be gone this weekend, too. Spending time with family or something. Cleo probably should’ve paid more attention to that. Hearing Jacob’s voice all of a sudden made her stop dead in her tracks and then she picked up her pace, rounding a corner. There he was, at the door. Talking about chocolate melting and gummy worms sticking together and that was definitely NOT okay because she hated when gummy worms stuck together. Deciding it’d be much more fun than simply walking up to him, Cleo took off at a run. She could hear the door opening (they had this squeak that wouldn’t go away) as soon as she’d thrown herself at Jacob. She rammed into his side, latching onto him. “Jaybird!” she squealed, suddenly all the more excited to be spending time with him (and her roommates, she supposed).

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notes; EXCITED!
outfit; awe!

[SCOTT PARKER]

Scott didn't necessarily know what it was about the dynamic between he and Dan's two personalities, but whenever they got together it seemed to end in....insanity. Or alcohol. Whichever came first. Usually they went kind of hand in hand so it didn't really matter. Tonight in that chat room had been absolutely NO exception to that rule, as they already had plans for a little drunken night swimming. Honestly, Scott couldn't wait. The plans that he managed to whip up with Dan seemingly out of the blue were just...well they were fantastic, really. MUCH more fun than staying at home and getting wasted while Cleo was being a little whiny butt about the dangers of alcohol and Sadie or Adrian tried to coax him to share the bottle. Oh yes, a raging party devised by the king of the partiers himself and the relative newbie to the whole scene ought to end up being something completely worth having, and completely worth dragging all his friend to.

Of course, however, there was something a WHOLE lot more exciting and instantly gratifying to think about at the moment than the prospect of some fun night on the town in the near future. He had fucking gummy worms an brownies being delivered to the house AT THE VERY MOMENT, by some mysterious friend of Cleo's. Did Scott care about the fact that Adrian and this mystical knight in candy armor seemed to be already at odds? No. Did he care that this kid seemed uber defensive of Cleo and freaked out that Scott's deportation of Adrian had lumped the two of them in one bedroom? Even less so. Scott was not interested in the drama that would most certainly ensue. All he cared about was the fact that a packet of sour gummy worms were currently en route to the dorm, and he had to be ready to intercept whatever other roommates of his tried to get their grubby little hands on those wondrous snacks.

And there it was. A knock on the door and some mumbly shit that Scott could care less about. A knock was all he needed to know that his package had arrived at last.

Leaping as only Scott could over the tumultuous pile of odd metal pieces and fabrics and wood that he SWORE he was going to use in a project someday, he positively sprinted through the dorm, shouting loudly as he passed Adrian's room. "IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT TAKING ANY OF THOSE GUMMY WORMS FROM ME, I'LL BEAT YOU INTO TOMORROW!"

Opening the door while simultaneously trying to think of something witty to say to this newfound friend, Scottie was horrified to see that he was beaten to the catch by Cleo, currently clinging to the delivery boy (Jacob?) like a koala.

He knew that he had just one chance to get this to work in his favor. he had to get Cleo on his side. Maybe then, once she had surely taken care of the tall candyman, she would share her prize of gummy worms with him. It was the only way.

Instantaneously he began shouting like a wild fan in an audience. "GET HIM, CLEO, YOU GOT THIS. TAKE HIM DOWN! GET THE CANDY AND RUN! HURRY, HURRY, GO GO GO!"

Outfit:I'm quite proud of this one

[JONAH CETACEO]

Adrian's felt his temper flare up a bit as he viciously slammed the screen of his laptop down and tossed it onto Cleo's pillow. This Jacob character that Cleo talked to highly of turned out to be a royal, top-notch douche-bag. Okay, Cleo warned Adrian of Jacob's some what overprotective side, but seriously the guy went all ape shit on Adrian for nothing. Shit, Adrian never gets this pissed, but something about the guy, just seemed.... Anger inducing. Adrian closed his eyes and relaxed on Cleo's bed, which was mighty comfy, but he'd have to get up before Cleo got home. She had a certain... OCD when it came to her room, hell, she practically enforced rules about how many blankets he could use for his makeshift bed on the floor and then what he could bring into the room. Hell, his clothes were packed neatly into suitcases in the living room closet. Cleo made sure of having only enough space for Adrian to sleep, and that was it.

Adrian felt sleep creep over him, but then it came...the knock, which was overly obnoxious, and then Scottie's fit about stealing his gummy worms. Adrian groaned aloud and sat up on Cleo's bed and waited for Jacob's unfamiliar voice to hit his ears. He waited... but Scottie yelled for Cleo to...attack? What the hell did he just hear? Adrian's curiousity peaked and he just couldn't resist. He got up and fixed the bed of all imperfections before making his way to the door leading to the living room. Taking a breath, Adrian cautiously opened the door as if Jacob would be waiting with a knife..or gun. Hell, he had distracted Cleo and Scottie with candies, so Jacob had the time to dispose of Adrian if he wanted. Adrian grit his teeth when he looked out the front door and saw the guy named Jacob.

Jacob screamed punk doucher and Adrian wasn't just making a biased, judgmental observation. He would avoid the awkward greeting and went to the kitchen, specifically the refrigerator and grabbed the milk. He could just pour it all out and blame Cleo for forgetting to get more, but then Cleo would some how make it his fault. He had to literally resist the urge to not ruin the chance of Cleo and Scottie to get treats. He grabbed a bottle of Coke and shut the fridge. He leaned casually against the counter and waited. This is what he hated. When Jacob and him had to actually talk, Adrian wold play the nice guy, but Jacob would probably push his buttons. Jacob had the best friend status, so Adrian was automatically at fault if they did argue again.

Outfit::Here!

[JACOB HARLOW]

Jacob shifted uncomfortably under the weight of the bags. Jacob leaned back slightly, staring at the door, hearing some shouting from the other side that he couldn't exactly make out. At the same time, to the side, he heard the sound of feet pounding down the hallway. "What the--!" He managed to drop the bags, and brace himself, curling his long arms around Cleo instinctively, before stumbling on his foot, while someone else was shouting.

"Woah, woah, WOAH!" Jacob said, leaning down to pick up the bags in one hand, the other arm wrapped around Cleo, as he took an awkward step with the redhead hanging onto him. The guy at the door didn't seem like he honestly was trying to get Jacob injured--so he assumed that this was Scott. "Alright, Scott. You should let me in, before Cleo damages the rest of the ingredients, or me. Or you aren't getting the gummy worms which are on lockdown in a private location." Jake threatened.

Jacob glanced upwards, seeing movement over Scott's shoulder. The third roomate, somewhere in the house. Jacob would be..polite, but pretty much ignore the crap out of this guy who was sleeping in Cleo's room. The nerve, seriously. Even all those times Cleo offered to let Jacob sleep next to her--Jacob had taken the floor, and tried to be up before Cleo, so there wasn't that awkward-sharing-the-room issue.

[CLEO EVERETT]

It was as if Jacob had half-expected her to run at him from out of nowhere because he sort of caught her, dropping the bags he’d been holding. Scottie had opened the door and was yelling some nonsense at her; something about the candy and running. She laughed, “what about baking, though?” If she really had to choose between gummy worms and baking, the choice would go to baking though she wouldn’t be happy about having to choose. At Jacob’s comment, she let go of him quite suddenly, checking the Gingey’s bags for damage. “No! Everything’s okay, right?” She looked up at him. “I didn’t break anything, did I?!” Oh dear, that would be just her luck. They had baking ingredients, though! Maybe not strawberries… did they have strawberries? Cleo looked to Scottie to ask when she caught Adrian walking out of her room.

Pushing passed Scottie, Cleo sent a scrutinizing stare Adrian’s way and peeked into her room. Well… nothing looked out of place but she just knew he was messing with her things. Hmph. Maybe she needed to set up a security camera or something. Tossing her keys onto the bedside table, Cleo returned to the door. “What are we making first?” She asked bouncing on her feet. Cleo grabbed Jacob’s wrist and dragged him into the dorm. “I’m sorry for the mess. Scottie is our resident artist and it’s pretty contained to his room, but you’ll find a spare piece of plastic or something every so often.” Cleo stuck her tongue out at Scottie teasingly.

“Hello Adrian,” she said once she’d successfully pulled Jacob all the way to the kitchen. She was hoping the two of them would at least act civil now, realizing that their arguing had upset her. Being rather selfish, people obviously had to behave to keep her happy. Obviously. “Do you want anything to drink?” she asked Jacob, looking around in the refrigerator. “We’ve got tea and milk and apple juice and I think that was the last cold Coke.” Cleo snatched the bottle from Adrian and took a long swig before setting it down on the counter. She made a face: “Uck. Still not as good as Pepsi.”


words; 366
notes; sorry for this super wretched post >.<
evidently, though, cleo now prefers pepsi over coke.
outfit; awe!

[SCOTT PARKER]

At the threat of losing his fucking delicious, holy shit amazing and wonderful gummy worms, Scott flung open the door, jumping to one side to make room for the mysterious stranger that knew just how to bribe and threaten his way into the college dorm. Scott could be a total dick to someone until they broke out the candy, at which point Scott turned into a regular puppy dog, trying to hold his tongue for absolutely as long as possible to keep the snarky comments in, at least until the candy had been dispensed.

"Welcome to our most humble abode, oh great bearer of gummy worms," Scott welcomed the new guy and Cleo, as he bowed deeply, whipping his arm out to the side to direct him into the dorm. He had to whip out the FUN greetings with this guy if he wanted to make sure he came back with more gummy worms on a regular basis. They were just so hard to find these days!

As Cleo ran into her room, she left Scottie standing there with Jacob, giving Scott the perfect chance to eye up the candyman, determining whether or not he was acceptable friend material. While he had protested getting in the fountain (Seriously? What kind of idiotic buffoon thought he could get away with just ditching the rest of them and deciding not to go swimming with the rest of them? He was sooo going in, whether he liked it or not) Scott had to admit, there didn't seem to be anything else utterly objectionable. He wasn't particularly Scott's.... cup of tea, per se, but he wasn't wearing a creeper trenchcoat and there was the utter lack of any swastikas tattooed to his cranium. He had to admit, he rather approved of the guy. He seemed alright.

As Cleo blew past him, dragging the Jacob kid away, Scott heard the ungrateful roommate mention his fabulous collection of art pieces. Oh, NO she didn't. He couldn't let her get away with mocking his artistic process of keeping things all over.

"DON'T LIE! YOU LOVE IT!" He shouted after her, rushing over to the kitchen to keep his good name from being besmirched. "It's like Easter everyday here for you guys, what with you always stumbling upon my secret stashes of awesome stuff. If it weren't for me you wouldn't have NEARLY as much fun in this dorm."

He shot his look to Adrian imploringly. "Tell 'im, Adrian. Tell him how totally AWESOME your life has been with me here."

[JONAH CETACEO]

Adrian anticipated the worst when he heard them making their way towards the kitchen. He wanted to leave when he heard Cleo's greeting and saw Jacob's face. Adrian cringed a bit when Cleo took a drink of his Coke. "Yeah. That's yours now Cleo." He stated as he retrieved a kettle and filled it with water. He was going to make Honey Tea, since the Red Diamond Tea that Cleo bought in the gallons was not good at all. Plus, she mixed in another fifteen tablespoons of sugar. He set the kettle on the stove top and turned it on. "Hi Cleo and... Jacob."

Adrian had missed most of Scottie's talking simply because it was usually random and sporadic. "Yeah, Scottie. My life has never been the same since you've been here." Adrian smiled as he opened one of the cabinets to grab the teabags and the honey jar. Honey was the only sweet thing that he truly loved above his sour fetish. "Cleo. I cleaned up your room a bit. You know cleared out my stuff, I am just going to crash on the couch from now on." Adrian gave Cleo a stern nod before going back to wait for the water to boil.

[JACOB HARLOW]

“Everything’s fine, I’m just messing with you, Fishgirl.” He teased, rolling his eyes, before following her into the dorm. He looked temporarily lost. He was always able to make himself at home wherever Cleo lived; however there were other people here, and it didn’t feel like Cleo.

“Thanks for the warm, even if a bit scary welcome.” Jacob grinned at Scott, before shifting uncomfortably while Scott eyed him up. He sort of stared at the other guy for a moment, before clearing his throat. Well. This was slightly awkward, until Cleo’s hand grabbed his wrist, and dragged in to the kitchen. He set the grocery bags on the counter, and slid his backpack off his shoulder, opening it up.

He started pulling open cabinets until he found the cereal bowls, and set down three of them. He seemed to ignore everyone while he pulled out the bags of gummy worms. “Nobody…move. Or all the worms will hit the ground.” He warned, looking at Adrian, Cleo, and then Scott with serious eyes. He dumped all the sweet ones into the middle bowl, “This one’s Cleo’s. It’s only the sweet kind.” He stared at his redheaded friend, before splitting the sour ones into the two separate bowls for Adrian and Scott.

He set the bags down, his hands up in a ‘stop’ signal, one at Adrian, the other at Scottie and Cleo. He then stepped back quickly, “Go!” He barked, before jumping out of the way. Cleo could be an animal when it came to her worms, but Scottie…his excitement seemed to know no bounds, and that frightened him a little bit.

He glanced at Adrian, and gave a short nod. He was kinda in his house, so he had to be...not as brash as he would be if he ran into him on the street. “Hey.”

“And Cleo, we’re gonna make the brownies first. Simply cause I want to see everyone fight over the bowl.” He moved to the side, “’Scuse me.” He mumbled to Adrian, carrying the strawberries in his hand to put them into the fridge, coming out with milk and the carton of eggs, setting them to the side, and started to pull out the ingredients from his bag, organizing them. He wasn’t always the most neat person, and he usually looked a bit like a ragamuffin, with his scraggly hair, five o’clock shadow, and his loose clothes—but when it came to baking, Gingey’s taught him that he had to be meticulous, and orderly. Or everything would go to hell.

“I need measuring cups, two mixing bowls, and a baking pan.”

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[CLEO EVERETT]

Cleo rolled her eyes. Who knew anybody could freak out more over gummy worms than she could? Perhaps she hadn’t gotten to know her roommates well enough this year. That was frustrating! She would just have to keep in touch with them. At least, more so than she did with any of her old roommates. The only old roomie she still really talked to was Jules and that was senior year at Baum (the girl had had a wicked sense of humor). “If I’d known you liked gummy worms so much, Scottie, I would’ve bought some for you.” Cleo did, however, much prefer Jacob bringing the candy over. It was a lot more fun than having to go out to the nearest gas station. “It is like Easter.” She corrected herself, giving Scottie a complacent look. Cleo had plenty of fun whether she was finding surprise stashes of awesome stuff either way. It was probably that she liked seeing what she could make with what they had in the kitchen. Or it could’ve been that she hogged the television and watched her Harry Potter movies whenever she could. It might also have been that she bothered Scottie every chance she had to ask what he was currently working on. One of those. Cleo gave Adrian an exasperated look. “I don’t want it. Are you really going to let it go to waste?” It wasn’t like she was sick or anything. Wait—had he just…? Cleo watched him, confused, as he started to make a pot of Honey tea. (She couldn’t understand what was wrong with her Red Diamond Tea. If he didn’t want it to be so sweet, he could’ve asked for her to not add so much extra sugar). “Really?” Oh, now she felt guilty! Of course, she hadn’t wanted to share her room, but… was the couch any more comfortable then the floor? Oh, how frustrating!

However, before she could over think this, Jacob had started taking everything out of the bags. Quick as lightening, Cleo grabbed the soda and put it in the fridge. Maybe she’d drink it later but for now, she didn’t want it in the way of their baking. She bounced happily, making grabby hands for the middle bowl. Nobody move shmove. She wanted her gummy worms! Jacob had hardly finished saying ‘go!’ when she snatched her bowl from the counter and retreated to half-stand beside, half-hide behind her best friend. “Mine!” Cleo sent a dangerous glare to Scottie, who she knew might actually try to take these from her, and a more cautious glance to Adrian who she figured wouldn’t care as much. Either way. Jacob left to get the baking started. Mise en place! Very important. For the moment, she enjoyed her gummy worms, telling herself to take it slow. She did not want to finish these too quickly. “Right!” Cleo exclaimed, holding her cereal bowl tightly, Cleo grabbed the mixing bowls and set them on the counter. Her roommates had better help or else they’d get a stern talking to later which was why she left the other items to them. After she’d done that, Cleo sidled up next to Adrian, giving him a furtive look. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “You don’t… I mean, if the couch isn’t any more comfortable…” Cleo mentally prepared herself for another onset of arguing. While she hated her friends fighting, she wasn’t going to let her selfishness lead to somebody sleeping on that couch. It could be comfortable but she was sure it was be wretched on one’s back after one, and especially after many days, of sleeping on it.

[SCOTT PARKER]

Frankly, this was some of the best fun that Scott had had in a while. Well, that was with one very important caveat. It was the best fun that he had the pleasure of experiencing while SOBER in quite a long time. He couldn't help but attribute it all to this mysterious Candyman Jacob who seemed to be a magnet for Cleo based on the clingyness she was exhibiting. Scott made a mental note to investigate this clinging tendency further, but all of that left his brain the MINUTE he saw the gummy worms fall out of the bag into the bowl. Scott was sure the transformation was obvious to the rest of his friends. In the blink of an eye he went from the sarcastic, feigning hurt prick that he usually was into a perfectly obedient puppy dog. Oh, he would be back to the snarkiness as soon as possible, but until those candy worms were being digested inside his intestines he would be the most docile person on earth. He wouldn't dare ANYTHING if it put his precious gummy worms at risk.

Sliding over to the table like a professional SWAT team member going in for the kill, Scott's hands darted over the counter to grab the bowl of gummy worms he claimed as his. OH YES, life was wonderful for that sweet, perfect moment of triumph when the first piece of candy hit his lips. God, if this guy promised to keep making deliveries like this, Scott probably WOULD sell Sadie to gypsies or whatever just so he could be a live-in roommate. A roommate with access to gummy worms was worth infinitely more than a ditsy blonde with access to large amounts of beer or whatever Sadie classified as.

Scott decided that he would Mr. Candy's personal baking assistant. It was by far more interesting than the whole "oh, golly, you don't have to sleep on the couch!" thing going on between Adrian and Cleo. Seriously, while Scott may have been the entire cause for that going on between them, he could honestly care less. Delicious baked goods wre by far more entertaining and rewarding than listening to the guilty banter between the two of them.

Scampering throughout the kitchen, Scott whisked open cupboards and and drawers to get the required materials for making the godly, amazing, super-fantastic brownie treats that Jacob had in mind. splaying them out onto the counter in what he was sure was quite an obnoxious clatter, Scott stood straight and tall, saluting the chef. "All materials present and accounted for, Sir!"