Bienvenue sur le Magic Show! **Kylie

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Nate simply adored the French language because of the elegance and class that it blessed one with while he/she spoke it. He felt simply like having a class to further his education in the romantic language, while spending time with his fellow students. He didn't completely love and adore them, but he felt a mother hen type relationship with them because any could be his sweet Briar Rose. Then again, there was always the vicious children that spit words of negativity and hurt towards Nate, but he wasn't a pushover. Rarely did Nate have to put a person in their place, but when it called for it he'd set them straight.

Nate sat patiently at his desk with a small smile on his face as the teacher began writing sentences on the board as the other students found a seat. He was already prepared for learning with his favorite blue pen at the ready for whatever the teacher decided that they would learn today. "Prenez votre siège." The teacher spoke as she turned to face the students. Nate watched the other students finally settle down and find a seat, but he caught the sneer of some guy across the room from him. The guy wasn't cute and he looked as though he smelt something simply revolting.

Nate's eyebrow quirked when the guy rose from his seat and made his way over to Nate's desk. On the way, the brute dumped into a adorable blond girl and caused her to spill her books everywhere. The guy just huffed and stepped on the girl's papers before getting to Nate's desk. He looked over his shoulder and waited for the teacher to take her bathroom break. "So Fag." the guy's breath was a bad as a hog's rear-end and Nate cringed in disgust. But Nate's eyes were in slits. "I heard you like to take di.." Nate's hand went to the guy's throat and his grip tightened. The other students just watched doe eyed and nervous. They knew Nate's tolerance for ignorant comments was quite short. "Now, Baby, I don't think those are the right words that you should be using in front of these young ladies." Nate's tone was thick with sarcasm and a sass that couldn't be matched. "Now," his grip tightened as the guy grabbed Nate's arm, "apologize to them all, Now BITCH!" As he yelled, he threw the guy backwards and caused the guy to slam into the blond's desk.

[KYLIE JACOBS]

Kylie quite liked French II. It was a very pretty language for one and though she’d hated it at first (her grandparents had basically forced her to take it), she’d grown used to learning something new. Kylie liked giving everything at least one chance and she sometimes regretted not taking her first semester of French I seriously. That was in the past, though, and she was sure she could be one of the top students if she just applied herself a little more. While it was a lovely language, she still disliked any type of school work. The teacher wasn't terrible, at least, and she’d made a few friends in the class. Knowing people made group projects that much easier! Kylie made it just in time for the bell to ring (she’d had to stop at her locker and she was so tiny, it was easy to get swept up in the busy hallways). Smiling apologetically at the teacher, Kylie hurried to her seat, clutching her books tightly, always having hated being the last to show up in class.

Oh, if only she’d been paying attention and not just staring at the ground! Kylie gave a tiny squeak of surprise as a rather frightening looking boy ran into her. Not at all expecting this, she had no way to catch her balance and she fell to the floor in a mess of books and papers. Not only did he not stop to help her up, he didn’t even apologize! While Kylie understood the fact that he may not have seen her or that perhaps he was shy and didn’t want to help a stranger, she couldn’t understand not at least apologizing. Kylie sorted herself out, scrambling for her papers before the teacher could get back. She was completely unaware of what was going on across the way in her hurry. Scrambling to her feet, Kylie rushed to her desk, setting her books down (oh, she had no idea which order these papers had been in!) and quietly slipping into her seat.

It must’ve been ‘scare-Kylie-to-death’ day or something because next thing she knew there was a boy slamming into her desk. Kylie first jumped back giving a surprised gasp before she jumped out of her seat. Giving the boy who’d thrown this one across the room a startled look, she shook her head quickly. “N-no!” she stammered, “tout va bien! Vraiment!” Kylie was hardly aware of what he’d said before, but she felt as if this was all her fault, so why wouldn’t she apologize? Also, why could she suddenly not remember anybody’s name? Most of them had been in French I together, right? “Kylie, sit down!” Johanna hissed from the desk beside her, “you don’t want to get involved in this!” Oh! That one was Nathaniel! Had he been in her French I class? Oh, that hardly mattered now!

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Nate's fists were balled up so tight that his knuckles had become pale white. The bastard of a male panicked and quickly got to his feet, glaring from Nate to Kylie. Nate walked over to the guy and Kylie, "Apologize... now!" His voice was stern as he pushed Kylie's books off the desk again. "Pick those up, too." The ass-hat stuttered out an apology and quickly gathered up Kylie's things before walking to his desk to glare at Nate some more. "Je suis désolé Bébé, Bleu." Nate smiled as he walked away to take his seat across from him.

The teacher came back to a quiet room and was immediately worried. she cautiously checked for anything out the ordinary, but when nothing was found, she went to her lesson plan. They did a few worksheets on the proper usage of words, but Nate hadn't allowed his gaze to fall from Kylie. He was so familiar, and her eyes... Those eyes were the faintest of blues. He had involuntarily given Kylie the name he gave his dear Rose, when they were alone.

"Mister Weathers. Read Aloud." the teacher's voice was like a knife slicing his thoughts.

"Ah... Of course." He stated as a few other students snickered aloud. He read a paragraph without a flaw, and the teacher gawked in surprised. His fairy side allowed him to do many things, and speaking different languages was one of them.

[KYLIE JACOBS]

Kylie would honestly have been surprised if her cheeks weren’t a bright red. This was actually really embarrassing. Why couldn’t she just have been to class on time like a good student? Then none of this would’ve happened and she wouldn’t be in the middle of a fight. Then again, it hadn’t been her fault this guy had run into her, right? How hard would it have been to say ‘excuse me’? Or to simply wait until she’d sat down! Her rapid thought process was so consuming that Kylie had hardly noticed her books on the floor again. Kylie pulled her hand through her hair, figuring now she would never figure out which order the papers went in. The boy finally apologized and she waved a dismissive hand at him, positively exhausted from this interaction. She hadn’t even been involved, really, and it had already taken so much out of her. When Nathaniel spoke to her, she couldn’t help but to be a little frightened… until… baby blue? Before she could ask what he’d meant, the teacher had returned.

Kylie quickly took her seat, biting the inside of her cheek to keep quiet. Instead, she quickly began to reorder her papers as best she could. If she’d been a good student, one who got to class on time, she would’ve gotten herself a binder by now. Unfortunately, the papers were just shoved into the books according to chapter. That would help a little, she supposed… Class went on as it normally did except now Kylie couldn’t help but to occasionally glance over to Nathaniel. How had she never noticed him before? They’d been in French two years now and this had been the first time they’d ever spoken to each other. The paragraph he’d read aloud was perfect, as if he’d been speaking French for years. Did he always do this well in class? Why wasn’t he tutoring her or something? At some point, her questions got to her and she tore a page from her notebook. Her neat print was a bit messy this time, but still easily readable. Pourquoi avez-vous m'appeler Bébé Bleu? was the only question to make it on the paper, despite the many others she had. Kylie folded it four times before, once the teacher’s back was turned, throwing it across the room to Nathaniel. It was probably a good thing she’d learned how to throw when she was younger…

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Nathaniel's mind was reeling as the memories of Kylie Briar Rose played through his mind... He was holding her so small and precious, yet stunningly beautiful. Her smile was infectious and Nate lips smiled in return. Her little hands reached from his face and a soft whimper came from Briar Rose's lips. His heart seemed to melt a bit as he nuzzled her against his cheeks. Nate chuckled softly as Briar Rose cooed happily. Sweet, sweet memories that he, Merryweather, had tried so hard to lock out of her mind came flooding back. Kylie's blue eyes were the cause, and the way they made his insides mushy and the way that every single memory that he had with her forced themselves to the brimming surface. He barely noticed Kylie's sudden abrupt movements and the flying paper that ended up a few inches from his desk. He smirked a bit, looked backup at Kylie, and stomped his foot on top of the paper and slowly drug his foot back to him. He reached down and unfolded the paper.

In cute, yet rushed cursive, She had simply asked him why he called her Baby Blue. He nearly chuckled aloud. How ironic? Briar Rose had always asked Merryweather this question, yet Merryweather never gave a response. Nate turned the paper over and wrote: Vos yeux. He flicked the paper back and it landed perfectly on her desk from some guided magic. Nate smiled a bit before returning to his thoughtsabout Briar Roseabout French.

[KYLIE JACOBS]

The moment Kylie had tossed the paper across the room, she wondered vaguely why she had written in French. Just because this was French II and they were required to speak it during the hour didn’t mean she had to write notes in the language as well. It was a bit embarrassing, really. But she couldn’t focus on that or Nathaniel as he replied. She really needed to pay attention because the last thing she wanted was to start failing the class. Kylie continued copying down the notes, having to catch up after her brief moment of distraction. Kylie glanced up from her paper to see that Nathaniel looked a bit amused. What was so funny about her question? Biting down on her bottom lip, Kylie returned to her notes, wondering why she’d even asked in the first place.

The note landed on her desk with such accuracy, it was as if he’d set it down himself. And she thought she could throw. Kylie shot a glance to the teacher to make sure she was in the clear before unfolding the note. Your eyes. Her eyes? She supposed it made sense… it was just a little strange because she hadn’t really received any nicknames thanks to her eyes (compliments, but not nicknames). What confused her even more was that she was getting a déjà vu feeling from it all. Kylie didn’t mind déjà vu when it made sense (she’d been told déjà vu never made sense) but it didn’t this time because she’d never been called Baby Blue nor had she ever had actually communication with Nathaniel before. Kylie twirled a strand of hair around her finger, wondering what to say next.

For a few more minutes, she just continued to copy down the notes, trying to figure this out. There was no reason for it to be bothering her so much. Okay. Mais pourquoi? Je veux dire, aucune infraction, mais nous connaissons à peine assez bien pour les surnoms.

[/b] Kylie finally wrote, hoping Nathaniel wouldn’t take offense to the question. It wasn’t that she minded the nickname, she was just curious. Checking again to make sure the teacher’s back was turned, Kylie tossed the note back to Nathaniel.
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After the note landed on her desk, Nate sighed a bit and noticed a few eyes of fellow classmates watching him. They were judging him. They analyzed him. They were acting like scientist observing a specimen that was different... Noticeably so. He notice them look away casually and his gaze went to his own clothing. Simple blue v-neck a little snug to expose his chest muscles and jeans snug enough to fit comfortably in all areas with a simple belt and Converse hightops. Was he really that different? Shit. Why was he worrying!? He shook his head at his moment of self pity and returned his gaze as the teacher wrote the 'Proper' technique at speaking French.

He mentally scolded the teacher and her lack of knowledge of the language and the roots of the Motherland it originated.Nate's, well Merryweather's, magic seemed to tap into some deep ancestors of Nathaniel. Apparently, he was linked to some French royalty back in the day and so Merryweather's magic intensified that part of him. French now was like second nature to him and when the teacher attempted to correct other students (avoiding the idea of correcting Nate) he cringes, huffs, and/or sighs. Before he could huff loudly as the teacher corrected a student on the 'Proper' way to ask to use the restroom, the note was returned. His blue eyes looked up at Kylie with a smile on his lips as he unfolded the paper. He read her words and the smile lingered before he wrote in perfect print with his favorite blue pen. "Beauté mérite d'être nommé et vos yeux semblent tenir une beauté profonde de quelqu'un que je connaissais. Elle me manque tous les jours, mais vos yeux....." He refolded the paper and flicked it back before the teacher could turn to call on Kylie to read a small paragraph in French.