But Break My Heart; I Must Hold My Tongue {Sunny}

[ARI CAIN]

His fingers tapped rapidly against the desk below his hands; quiet, subtle, but in his head he was a Rock Master. In his head, his fingers went in time with the drums going in his ears. Shiny, silver headphones were pulled over his head, and fastened over his ears. They had been a gift from his parents. A Yeah, we’re sorry you killed our first born. But here, maybe you can destroy your eardrums on the plane so you don’t have to suffer listening to our kind words anymore gift. Whatever—they were quality. He’d be stupid to not use them. And he was going to use them in his Media Class, all the way in the back of the classroom. He was the relatively new kid; the new kid with the English accent that never came out nicely. A guy in the class had offered to help Ari catch up with the rest of the class, and received a nice, polite “Fuck off”.

So, for the most part, they left the glum little weirdo alone. He was already doomed to fail, but luckily this class didn’t actually matter in the way of academics. It was just something to fill the slot of time, since having a free hour seemed completely bogus. So, he had been spending most of his time in class, listening to his own music, scratching doodles on notebook pages, and watching the back of her head. Actually, a few of those notebook pages had a few doodles of the back of her head, or when she turned her head to the side enough for him to get a peek. He even started coming in later to class, just so he could sulk past her desk and get a glimpse of her face. Harmless, really. He was a miserable social leper, and she was…well she was she. And she was far out of his league. Instead of pining like some lovesick puppy, Ari kept his thoughts to himself, and never let it register on his face.

His black eyes glanced at the back of her head again, and he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He wasn’t some poetic sap. He didn’t think of things her hair reminded him of, and he didn’t start to palpitate when she looked at him. She was a pretty girl that had a nice accent, and that was that. Ari’s black eyes turned away from the nameless girl’s head and looked back towards the front, his fingers rubbing at the bags beneath his eyes. He was tired, and it took him adjusting his glasses again to realize that the teacher was seemingly making wild gestures at him. His eyes glanced back and forth, realizing a few of the students were staring at him, almost expectantly. Some were in the process of moving across the room, but the music in his ears prevented him from hearing what the teacher was saying. He lifted the headphones off his ears, popped his lips open, and raised his brow.

“I said your partner will be Cecilie.” The teacher repeated in exasperation, pointing at the board behind her. His black eyes slid to the board, glancing over it. Apparently, interviews. Great. They would each ask each other questions, and be graded on that. Then they were to edit the film, and segment it—make it look nice. And they would be graded on that as well. Peachy. Now who the fuck was Cecilie? He dropped his headphones around his neck, and crossed his arms on his desk, closing his mouth and raising his brow at the teacher. She only sighed, shook her head, and went back to taking notes on the board. Instead of looking for this Cecilie, he turned his attention to his rucksack to put his iPod and headphones away. Let that Cecilie come find him. He was perfectly comfortable, and not budging an inch from his little back corner of the room.

OUTFIT

[CECILIE 'SUNNY' SORENSEN]

Sunny Sorensen--- ✸ ♛ ✸

Sunny Sorensen was one of those girls that were a little hard to pin down for many people, because she was simply so... blithe. Her nickname was well applied, because it was rare that she would be seen without some form of a smile on her face. Different smiles for different situations of course. A gleeful smile would over come her whole face, where a modest grin, would offer a smaller stretch of her lips and a demure eye lower. Odder still, though she was a pretty girl, her fashion sense seemed a little askew. Not that there was anything wrong with her cloths. Like many of her peers, her family made enough to send her to a fancy pants boarding school. She was not wearing rags or tatters. But the clothing itself seemed to... to be made for a large sized doll.

Which, one could argue, was fairly suiting for Sunny.

Today, for instance, she wore a little dress with many painted flowers over the blue fabric. It's hem hung just over her knee, and the top only was so scandalous to reveal a tiny bit of collarbone. Her long dark hair was combed properly, and held out of her eyes with a black head band with a decorative bow sitting off center. Her socks were pulled up to just below the knee cap, and her feet sat in mary jane's without any heel. And, as the winter chill had come over New York City, a cardigan was draped around her snugly. Against her left breasts sat a pretty orange Gerber daisy, just to brighten her if she felt glum by the weather today. Perhaps had she not been so sweet in the face and to the ear, the doll like appearance would lessen. But she was. She was eager to make others smile, and eager to smile herself.

Sunny enjoyed her school, though she missed Denmark terribly, and she enjoyed the people. And while some might be mad at their parents (plural used loosely, as he step mother was not among pleasant Sunny's top favorite people), Sunny buried that resentment deep deep in the caverns of her mind where she was sure it would just die off of its own accord, rather than fester into a horrible monster. Yeah, that sounded about right. And, really, it would do her no good to be upset. And she had Julian, which was a great comfort. Even if her classmates thought she was weird for her angelic behaviors- no drinking, smoking, cussing, skipping, trousers- she knew she always had someone to turn to.

Today, she sat in her media class, already feeling as though she may get overwhelmed. Her Father had never really let her play around too much with any of the electronic equipment, and so Media was not her best class. Hopefully, her partner would be adept, and forgive her for her lacking of contribution. The teacher tried to get his attention, Sunny turning to look at a boy- who seemed a bit annoyed that his time was being interrupted with something as silly as school- who was to be her partner for this class. He was not the most handsome thing she had ever seen, but there was something very interesting about his face.

With a bright little smile, she cleared her throat a little to get his attention. "I am Cecilie." Her voice was gentle, like a summer breeze, and her large brown eyes watched him with close earnestness. Oh, he seemed to be the sort that was shy. "But you can call me Sunny, if it pleases you." Offering her hand, a nervousness seemed to be hanging around her, as she hoped her partner would like her. A compliment! That was always a good way to break the ice. "I enjoy your glasses. They are very... oh... um... stilfuld." Biting her lip, the girl- who had only been speaking English for four years, tried to translate. "Stylish. Yes?" Yes, she was certain that was the word she wanted.

[ARI CAIN]

Of course it had to be her that turned around, her that would be his partner. He didn't even need to see her face to know exactly who she was. Some of the students in the school had accents, it was a rather prestigious school. However, not many in his actual classes had accents. So when she spoke, he knew that chirp, the lilt in her voice that sounded just as chipper as she was. When he lifted his head, she was there, staring him in the face. Looking at her almost hurt his eyes, like he was staring right into the sun. Then she gave him his nickname, and he all but rolled his eyes.

Great. Someone was testing him, this was a joke. God was testing him, or possibly punishing him. The latter sounded a litte more correct, though. It wouldn't be knews to find out the head honcho hated his guts. He was a murderer afterall. Ari's brow lifted behind his glasses, "They're reading glasses." He said in a rather flat tone, and he blinked at her slowly, his expression pulled in as though she were a question he didnt understand. Sunny was a conundrum apparently. Either way, just to be safe from her surely curious eyes--Ari stuffed his notebook full of doodles of various things, and the back of Sunshine's head--into his rucksack.

"Right, so, Sunshine." He clapped his hands together for a moment, then shrugged off his coat and leaned back in his seat. He opened his palms before resting them on his stomach while he slumped in his chair. He didn't however finish the sentence when he took in what she was wearing. His brow twitched upwards, and he leaned to the side to indeed see knee-socks and mary-janes. Mother of God--what was this? It wasn't even a sexy version of a school girl. It was just sad. His black eyes looked back at her face, and he just shook his head. He may have been admiring her from the back of the room, but it was a little more clear now---he had no fucking idea what he was doing.

She was bright like her name, and she looked sweet. She looked like every parent's dream--a good little girl. Untouchable, sweet, perfection. And there he was, a brooding, fifteen year old alcohol with an addictive personality disorder. Yep. That'd be a match made in heaven. His eyes rolled, and he crossed one leg over the other and bounced his foot idly, "I enjoy your knee-socks." Not really. There was a tone of sarcasm to his voice, and it matched with the slight twitch of his head to the side, before he glanced out of the window, letting out a frustrated sigh of air. "Either you start, or back to where you came from. I'm not particularly interested in staring at your face for the next..." He turned his face away from the window, and looked up towards the clock, "Forty minutes."

OUTFIT

[CECILIE 'SUNNY' SORENSEN]

Sunny Sorensen--- ✸ ♛ ✸

Well, this was not going well at all. He stared at her as if she were unreal, as if she were something strange, like the moss that grows on the backs of sloths. She was sloth moss to him.

Instantly put in her place, the honey sweet girl's eyes lowered away from his staring, an embarrassed pink blush touching her dusty cheeks. "Well... they are still nice." His words were barbed, saturated with sticky sarcasm that clung like used oil. Her knee socks... eye already lowered, she glanced at them, and her cheeks grew a darker pink. He was mocking her, she was well aware. Her cloths were not like other girls, not fashionable or sexy. And though she would be most awkward wearing cloths like that, it was not out of character for her to look at girls who did dress in this way, and wonder how she would look in those cloths. Though she was not one to complain, Sunny could not say with true honestly that she was overly fond of her wardrobe. Only that she was pleased that her Father found it pleasing. "Thank you." Despite her polite words, there was a kicked puppy softness, announcing that she was aware it was not a compliment.

Oh, gosh. What had she done to offend him so much? Biting down on her lip to stop a slight tremble, Sunny nodded and took the camera in her hands. Was there something wrong with her face? She had never been a fan of her darker, Armenian features. There was always a heavy dose of envy, when she saw her known family members, who were all so fair and blond. Clutching the camera, Sunny took a deep breath, as a lady never made a public fuss.

No matter how mean a boy was being for no reason at all.

"Of course. I'll be quick then." She made no move to defend herself. Her voice remained soft, and there was a strained casualness to her. Forced. She would not make him endure her any longer than he had to. "Would you be minding if we went to the stairwell? The teacher said we could be go to the hall, and it will be very loud in here, yes?" It was true. Excited to have a sociable project, their peers had become riled and busy, laughing and arguing as teenagers do with their friends.

Gathering her things, she did not wait for him to answer, eyes watching her own hands very closely. She would just ask the questions, and then she would leave him back to his music. Maybe it was not her? Maybe he had other things on his mind. But to be rude to a total stranger... serious things would have to be on his mind, Sunny concluded. And he had made it quite clear that he had no inclination to share with her. Braving a look at his face, which spilled a fresh tinge of pink against her cheeks, Sunny tried her very best not to seem intimidated by the surly youth. "Ready? It should only be taking you perhaps ten minutes at the most. Though, if you are wishing to also ask me questions, that is very fine. I will answer anything." With an almost defiant look, masked under her fawn brown eyes, she added with a helpful tone, "I can even put my back to you, if you'd find that more pleasing." Whether she meant it as a genuine solution, or perhaps a bit of snark, Sunny herself was unsure of as she was so rarely the snarky sort. Though, she was surprised to find, she really did not care which way he took it.

With that, she went into the hallway, and only prayed he would be kind enough to follow her to the stairwell.

[ARI CAIN]

Any normal person would have felt bad. Ari felt a slight twinge of guilt at the way she looked down at her socks, and the way she thanked him. It indeed did make him feel like he had kicked a puppy. Was that what he had become? A person that picked at girl’s clothing like some poof? Either way, it was said and couldn’t be taken back. And he was much, much too prideful to apologize for his comment. He watched as she didn’t get mad. She didn’t storm away, or call him an ass. Instead, she just took the comments, but there seemed to be a slightly defeated tone to her. Who the hell was this girl?

Ari pushed to his feet, and picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He was admittedly a bit curious, but he didn’t allow it to register on his face. He already saw the back of her head enough, so he didn’t want her to remain turned around for the interview. Why wou—oh that little minx. She was taunting him, just like he had taunted her. Rather than be amused by this, his lips set into a frown, and his brows furrowed. Regardless though, he followed her out of the classroom, giving it a single glance backwards. He just wanted to slink back into his little corner. He didn’t want to have to put up with the brigade of questions that this girl was probably going to launch at him.

Either way, make the most of it, right? His eyes slid down from the back of her head, only to pause again. That stupid dress. Really? Who the hell even wore dresses like that anyway? Sure, it was pretty…if you were going to church or something. It held her entire body shape a mystery, and Ari was one for mystery—but this was way, way over the edge. He let out a slow sigh, and rolled his eyes and went back to staring at the back of her head. Once at the stairwell, he plopped down at the top of the stairs and glanced around for a moment. It was tempting, too tempting to pull out a cigarette. Maybe while he was asking her questions—couldn’t be caught on film smoking, after all. She even said she’d answer anything. A few questions fluttered to his mind, and it made him smile on the inside. Revenge, he thought of it, for making him answer these stupid questions.

“Well.” He waved his head at her, sliding down a couple of steps so he could recline on the steps behind him, his arms pulled back while he looked at her expectantly. How hard would she work to make the grade? Ari had a lot of free time on his hands. That means he had a little bit of time to play some games with this Sunny. Oh yes, this game would go along swimmingly. He gestured at the camera again, before settling his arm back against the steps, “Go on, then.”

OUTFIT

[CECILIE 'SUNNY' SORENSEN]

Sunny Sorensen--- ✸ ♛ ✸

Despite his impatience, Sunny allowed herself to let out a little appreciative smile that he had followed at all. At least he was being mostly compliant. A little unpleasant, sure, but still not too bad. Lifting the camera, she turned it on, waiting for his face to show up on the screen. He had a nice face, Sunny thought as she looked at him. It was like a piece of art work. It was not conventionally pretty, he was not Justin Bieber or anything like that. His chin was not prominent and his skin was sallow, yet the more she looked at him, the more she appreciated little details. His dark hair was mopish, and his eyes were such an intense black that it was difficult not to find them penetrating. Though the creases near his nose were not symmetrical, his lips were, and his ears were noticeably cute. He stood only an inch or so shorter than Sunny, who was blessed with a languid Danish figure herself, and it was nice to for the tall girl to find someone she could stand next to and not have to look down at.

Crossing her ankles and pressing her knees against each other, Sunny smiled at him again, ready to begin. "Start with the basics, yes? Full name, the name you prefer to be called, age, grade. Where are you from? Do you enjoy attending Baum? Do you miss home?" Her eyes lowered back to the camera, and she watched him in the screen. Far closer than she would have allowed herself to otherwise.

While one could not say she was crushing on Ari Cain- as they had only spoken for about five minutes, and he had really inspired no feeling beyond humiliation and the desire to cuddle into her bed and cry a little- he did seem interesting. She decided she was wrong in her prior assumption of him being shy. He did not seem to have any qualm about sharing his feelings on subjects. IE: School is dumb, Sunny's knee socks were dumb, questions were dumb.

Holding the camera with one hand, Sunny unbuttoned her cardigan, pulling it off as carefully as she could. She didn't want to shake the camera too much, after all. Her long, dark, hair spilled off from her shoulder, as she hung the sweater up on the railing. Though no great reveal was made by this slight alteration in wardrobe, her arms were now bare, and there was a resemblance of a figure beneath the fabric she wore. A slight pinch in her waist.

Hopeful that he wouldn't make this anymore difficult than it already was, Sunny continued. "You can talk about anything you like. Things you enjoy or do not enjoy, or your friends. People you miss back home, maybe? Anything you like." Did he like anything? She certainly hoped so, for reasons beyond this project. Perhaps he liked to read? He was wearing reading glasses, after all. Though, they were also in school. As much as she wanted to just get this interview over with, Sunny could not help but to watch intently, to listen for clue concerning this surlish, yet intriguing boy. Besides, it was a two week long assignment, a certain repertoire would have to be formed, even if he found that to be distasteful.

[ARI CAIN]

Basics. Fine, basics were fine. When he opened his mouth, he shut it just as fast, staring at the girl across from him. How was where he was from, his opinions on the school, or if he missed home, basic questions? “Dylan Ari Cain.” That was all she was getting from those series of questions. His eyes did watch while she unbuttoned the cardigan. Would it be a strapless? A low cut? Nope. Just more fucking fabric, though her arms were bare. Whoops, someone call the police. Her arms were showing! Indecent exposure, indecent exposure! He rolled his eyes slightly and sighed, before looking over her head.

Of course, he was a little too hopeful in thinking the questions would stay as harmless as the first set. The second set of questions was a little more personal. Scratch that. A lot more personal. It only set the frown on his lips a little bit more, and he tensed and turned his eyes to stare into the lens of the camera. His jaw shifted from side to side, showing a clear agitation. No matter how pretty this Sunshine girl was, he had absolutely no interest in sharing that personal bit of information with her. Did he miss home? Of course he did. Was there someone he missed from back home? Judah. Judah….Of course. Leave it to this Sunshine girl to indirectly ask him about this most forbidden of all subjects.

His breathing slowed down. He couldn’t remember, he couldn’t. He wasn’t allowed to. Not after what he did—he wasn’t allowed to have the wonderful memories in his head, the wonderful memories that he destroyed. Reaching out he took the camera from her hands, and stopped the recording to begin his own segment of the questionnaire. He raised the camera to her instead, tipping it to show off her entire outfit, before putting it back on her face. “Alright, Sunshine. What’s your full name?” He asked, staring down at the camera. It was somehow easier to watch her like this. Even though it was obvious he was staring at her, it was better when he wasn’t meeting her actual eyes. She was pretty, very pretty. Different. There was something a little more exotic in her face; she didn’t have that soft look that most girls had. Her features were angular, sharp, dark. It was a nice change, but it only really solidified the fact that they were project partners. Nothing more, nothing less. He was an awkward looking youth, and if she was this pretty at their age—she would only grow more and more so.

“Why do you dress like that?” He asked; genuinely curious. It was different, could be nice—if it wasn’t so ridiculous. She was a young girl, she should have been seeing how short she could make her skirts, and see how much make-up it took before she couldn’t move her face. Then, he remembered she said she would answer anything. Anything. “Is it because you’re a virgin? Or is it to cover up your nymphomania?”

OUTFIT

[CECILIE 'SUNNY' SORENSEN]

Sunny Sorensen--- ✸ ♛ ✸

Dylan Ari Cain.

It was a nice name. She was instantly curious, having heard a teacher call him Ari. So he went by his middle name? How curious. She wondered why. Did he dislike Dylan? Or did he just like Ari more? It was an interesting name: Ari. It flitted off the tongue gracefully. She wondered what it meant, what nationality it was, what had made his parents pick those names. However, she had already asked a litany of questions, and he seemed to be stewing over his response.

She had found the questions basic enough, innocent enough to not really call for even herself to blush. She was from Copenhagen, she did like Baum alright, but she missed home terribly. She liked reading and a nice cup of tea and cooking, and she disliked sour candies and arguing. She missed Daphne, her old neighbor before they moved, but was certain that the four years separation had probably changed them greatly. Why did he look so stiff at those questions, when his answers could be so general? Had she some how offended him? Thinking back to her words, Sunny attempted to find the source of what might have done this.

As she looked up from him to inquire what was wrong, he took the camera from her hands, and she looked into the lens with wide eyes. Did his mind change? Or, had he figured out a question to ask? Well, alright, if he wanted to go first, she supposed she could handle this. Smoothing out her skirt as she heard the lens zoom out then back in, she gave a shy smile. "Cecilie Alix Margrethe Sorensen." It was a very Danish name, and she was proud of it. Cess-seal, not cess-i-lee. Alicks. Mar-grr-et. Sor-un-sin. "Everyone is always not pronouncing it right. That is why having Sunny is easier, yes? And I do like it, because I have always been called something like that. Lille Solskin..." She smiled fondly at memories of Julian calling out to her, when she had been hiding to long. It was kind of her somber cousin to have played with her, even though he had been older.

Again, the subject of her cloths came up. They seemed to bother him a great deal, though she could not for the life of her understand why it would. Smoothing the skirt of her dress again, Sunny considered. Because this was what was purchased for her, and she was not so ungrateful that she would snub her nose at it. "They're what's bought fo-" Her answer did not come soon enough, as he began to excrete theories of his own.

Did he just...

Sunny stared past the camera and to him, her mouth slightly open. Indignation and modesty induced embarrassment etched into her face, which grew hot and pink- her cheeks filling into a bright red. What on earth had possessed him to- he was doing it again. He was being mean, he knew that would send her for a whirl. Closing her mouth, Sunny looked away to compose herself. Deep breath. She wasn't about to let him get to her. Gazing back at the camera, her face had faded to a dusty rose pink. "They're what's bought for me. And I am not knowing what a nymphaminic is, but I am not hiding anything. I've never even had a boyfriend, I'm too young for such things." What was he expecting? Well, this obviously....

[ARI CAIN]

Her name? it sounded simple went spoken. Cecile Alex Margaret Sorensen. Nothing too special. Though, given her accent it probably had some crazy bizarre spelling that he wasn’t even going to attempt to try. Sunshine would just do, and given her sunny disposition(GEDDIT?), it fit her well. She didn’t make any sense when she started to speak about her clothes—but then it happened. Her reaction. Oh, oh her reaction was amazing. Wonderful. Hilarious. He made sure the camera captured her surprised face, and he raised his brows and glanced up at her almost expectantly.

He expected that she would tell him to go to hell. To piss off. Again, he expected her to gather her things and leave. But she remained still, fussed at herself, and remained in place. He even answered her to a degree. “Who buys them for you? Really, it makes you look like you’ve got a daddy complex. Or you’re the product of a very, very sick guardian.” One brow raised up. Maybe if she were like…six or seven, he could see this outfit on her. It’d be sweet then, cute, expected. But he was pretty sure this girl had hit puberty, if not in its throws at that very moment. So there was no reason that a girl in the 13-15 year old age range should be dressed like that. It seemed like a sick fetish; and if this was her parents doing, maybe they should be examined. A lobotomy could do wonders.

However sick the reality of her clothes were, the game was still on. “A nymphomaniac. Nim-Fo-Main-Ee-Ack. Means someone who’s just so obsessed with sex, they can’t get enough. Doesn’t require a boyfriend, even. What kind of girl doesn’t want a boyfriend, especially at your age? I mean, that should be all you think about. That’s what most girls think about right now. Tell me, do you watch porn? Do you take care of business?” He asked, his voice teasing, while he zoomed back, focusing the camera on her face. Then he decided better on it. He zoomed in close to her face, just to catch the blush on her cheeks. Priceless, absolutely priceless.

How much would this poor girl take from him before she stormed off, or turned the camera back on him? He wasn’t about to use an inch of this footage for his project, that much should have been obvious. This was just a game to pass the time, something to amuse him. And by God, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly—the beginning of a tiny smile. Ari was amused, most definitely.

OUTFIT

[CECILIE 'SUNNY' SORENSEN]

Sunny Sorensen--- ✸ ♛ ✸

Sunny was a sweetheart, Sunny was a doll. She was not one to raise her voice, let alone her hand. Her Father had been very strict in bringing her up in the ways she should and should not be, because one of Xenius's fears was that she'd be like her Mother. While Yera had been loved by most, her husband had found her spiteful, dramatic, and obstinate. Had she been more amiable, their marriage would have been fine! And, if not for nothing, Xenius Sorensen was a man who learned from his mistakes, and took from his experiences. Therefore, Sunny would be soft spoken, docile, modest, and pure.

But Dylan Ari Cain was trying her patience.

Her round eyes stayed on the camera with determination, as he prodded into aspects of her life she had not thought he would even dare to attempt. Obviously, this was naive on her part, and she would never give him this leeway again. But she had said anything, and her Father had instilled a great reverence for ones word. She was stuck. And she'd be stuck with dignity, until the sinking sand swallowed her whole, darnit. "That is ridiculous. No one but a pervert would think the way I dress is related to 'daddy complex'. Ulækkert." Nervously, she fidgeted with the charms on her bracelet, having zero remorse in insinuating that this boy was a pervert. "My Father is a very good man, and I am not liking you saying otherwise. There is nothing wrong with him wanting me to dress modestly, especially since there are... low moral standards now." She knew she sounded like she was repeating what her Father had said; in truth, she was. But it wasn't like he could prove that, even if he accused her.

Still, Ari persisted, and she felt her cheeks steadily getting pinker, though she did her best to keep her composure. He spoke so freely of sex, Sunny found it revolting and intriguing all at once. Was he a virgin? Sunny couldn't stop her imagination playing out various scenes. Not of the act! Certainly not! But of the type of girl he'd go after... Blond silky hair, and bright sapphire blue eyes, and skin like porcelain china. Would he have loved this beautiful girl? Brushed her hair from her eyes and kissed her sweetly-

Certainly no. To even think that he would was silly and tingle inducing.

Poised, she took his abuse, careful to speak clearly for the camera at his baiting. "Perhaps you are one, Ari." She let his name slip off her tongue lazily, trying to do everything in contrary to her radiating cheeks. "A Nim-Fo-Main-Ee-Ack. You are the only one who I am seeing so obsessed with it." Why did he have dig into something as personal as dating? With her most serious face, one of a devoted daughter who did not ask for any explanations to her Father's rules, she looked at Ari sternly. "I'm just not allowed."

Caught off guard, Sunny gasped at his last question. She was not entirely sure what he meant by taking care of business, but if it followed a question of dirty movies, it couldn't be good. "Of course I don't watch- Do you! No!" Her immediate regret of asking that question was apparent, as she rose her hands to her ears. She never wanted to know anything about that ever! Especially about this horribley intriguing boy! "I do not! That is all that needs to be said on that. Next question, please." And while she knew she was in for punishment by choosing to continue being subjected to this, Sunny stayed right on her step.

Though, perhaps, more than pride was keeping her there. Perhaps.

[ARI CAIN]

Why. Was she still there? Really—why was she there? Any reasonable girl would have at least hit him by now. However, the tone in her voice let him know he was at least getting beneath her skin. His brow lifted into his swooped bangs while he turned his eyes away from the camera, and looked at her. A smile did come across his face, though it didn’t seem like a friendly smile whatsoever. It seemed just as mocking as his words were. “Oh, I’m a total nymphomaniac. I fuck just about everything, it’s fun. You ought to give it a chance sometime, bend the rules a bit.” Of course a total life. Not like Sunny needed to know that. It was his own personal business, and actually, the questions he proceeded to ask were her own personal business as well. But he hadn’t been the one to say he would answer anything.

“Of course I watch it, you’re a weird one for not watching it. It’s actually pretty common for girls to watch porn, nowadays.” He shrugged his shoulders. He chose to ignore the fact that she defended her father. Of course, he’d defend his parents too, to an extent. But he could acknowledge their shortcomings. And making his daughter dress like some doll was definitely sick, and definitely a shortcoming. A girl that wasn’t allowed to date. Okay. So, Sunshine was about nine years old. This was a private school, a private boarding school nevertheless. Parents did not freely roam the halls, or show up every day after class. For the most part, the students had a large amount of freedom, compared to the public schools. And yet, she stuck to her daddy’s rule that she was not allowed to date. That just was not going to do.

Ari straightened up a little more on the step, and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “Fantasies. Do you have them? How do you want your first time to go?” He paused after that and furrowed his brows, glancing up to the stairs above them, “Actually, don’t answer that. It’s probably going to be some bullshit like, ‘Oh, romantic music, and candlelight, and with someone I love when the time is perfect’.” He even lifted his voice to sound nice and pitchy, girly even. His eyes rolled in his skull one more time, before looking back at her. “Fantasies, though. Even if you aren’t allowed to date, everyone has fantasies. To say you don’t is a complete lie.” He pressed the button to zoom in on her face. “Are you a liar, Sunshine?”

OUTFIT

[CECILIE 'SUNNY' SORENSEN]

Sunny Sorensen--- ✸ ♛ ✸

Sunny's eyes widened even bigger- an accomplishment in itself, as her eyes were saucer like on a regular basis- when he admitted to being a nymphomaniac. The curse word brought a nervous little giggle out of her throat, though she shook her head in slight disapproval in contrary to the noise. He was weirdly bold; unapologetic even. "I do not believe you, Ari. But it is okay. There is nothing wrong with being... kysk. I think it only means we are being the particular sort, yes?"

Her eyes narrowed at the accusation of being weird. She knew she was not weird, because she had two roommates that were girls, and they didn't look at those types of things. At least, Sunny didn't think they did. Yes, she was sure they didn't. Though, he did just admit to looking at it himself, making Sunny's head cock to the side curiously. "Is it? How are you knowing this? That girls do... also. Have you given all of them interviews also?" The more she spoke, Sunny was surprised to find, the more comfortable she became. Enough so to have a bit of a go at him. She still sat stiffly, with her shoulders back, and her knees pressed together, and her ankles folded. But the blush did not grow or lesson from it's dusty rose color. It helped to not look directly into the camera, or at him.

His question did catch her off guard, for a moment. Though, not the question itself, but the retraction of the question. Brows knitting, Sunny shook her head. "You don't know what I will say. If I was doing all that you were thinking I would be doing, than I would have left a long time ago and asked for a new partner." Again, her face bore indignation at his suggestion. "And of course I am not a liar, Ari Cain. You presume too much."

Pressing her necklace's pendant against her bottom lip, Sunny stared at the steps in concentration. How did she want her first time to be? Honestly, whenever there was a lovemaking scene on the television, she would cover her eyes with her hands... Though, it was true, she would peak from between her fingers. Beyond that, and the little knowledge that school provided (menstruation and abstinence), the act itself was something she was not well versed in, even in theory.

With her face thoughtful, and her brown eyes took on a considering depth, she answered in a soft, almost logical voice. "I know it cannot be perfect. Because no things are. And I know... it is suppose to hurt the first time, yes? But that it... gets better." She was blushing again, and her only comfort was that she had done it to herself this time. ""So... I suppose I look forward to it getting better. And, I know I am suppose to be in love, but that seems like such a subjective matter... I believe in it, but does what I believe in mix with another persons?" She shrugged, seeming more to go on to herself. Though she spoke clearly, her eyes were fixed on the space between them, though had the look of staring at nothing.

"I know I want to care about the person. That is certain. Someone I trust, and who trusts me. But I do not try to plan it out too much. Nothing ever goes according to plan, so I will not be giving myself the hassle of disappointment, if it does not occur the way I thought it might." She shrugged a little, a little blushy smile spreading across her face. "But I have thoughts, yes. Nothing dirty or... raunchy-" Dropping her pendant, she lowered her head to contain a little embarrassed giggle. This, of all things, he would certainly make fun of. But, what else could he do that he had not yet done? "My favorite... My favorite would be the... Man..." She bit her lip, feeling ever the rebel right now. She closed her eyes, putting her and against her neck gently. "He would come up to me from behind, and put his hand on my chin..." Her voice was a shy whisper, telling the camera this intimate little secret, as she lifted her chin. "And he would lift my chin, and kiss me... lidenskabeligt. And I'd rest in his arms... and I'd feel safe. Very safe." Her lips twitched slightly, and behind her eyelids, she was certain she saw Ari there for a moment...

And that was enough of that.

A fresh blush bloomed across her face, as she waited for Ari to laugh and dismiss that as stupid and girlish... Honestly, as her words processed in her ears, she wouldn't have really blamed him. Looking at him, her gaze casted a sheepish smile to her media partner. "Very silly, yes? Just finding someone taller than me to kiss me like that would be hard..."

[ARI CAIN]

“Yes, I’ve given them all interviews. No, Sunshine. It was in a survey done where women were randomly asked if they watch pornography. And they do.” He shrugged his shoulder, though he was enjoying getting such a rise out of her. He could see the narrowing of her eyes, the way she sat stiffly, and the way her eyes moved. Oh, he was getting under her skin. Normally he wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction of actually holding a conversation, but something about Sunny was keeping him firmly rooted to his seat on the stairs. Actually, his smirk faded, and he lowered the camera a bit in surprise. He hadn’t actually expected her to answer him at all.

He raised the camera again to her face, focusing on what she was saying. Fine, so. She understood that it wouldn’t be perfect. That it was supposed to be painful and uncomfortable. That was fresh, and new. But he still believed she was the sort that would wait until there was a ring on her finger. She looked like that sort of girl—however again she surprised him by elaborating. She was actually answering the question, and keeping to her word. All traces of the smirk were gone from his face while he stared at her from behind the camera. He would deny all counts of it, every single accusation that the blood rushed out of his head and chased right down into his hips. He would deny the fact that he was mesmerized by the way her hand went to her neck, and the way her face seemed to stay perpetually pink, and the way she didn’t look like she was entirely there. Yep, he would completely deny all accusations that the pole was starting to come to attention.

“Not if you were sitting.” He tacked on absently, still watching her while his mouth ran dry. Suddenly, he shook his head when he realized that he actually sounded as far-away as she did. Nope. No getting close to this girl. He had only been close to one person in his entire life; Judah. And he saw how that one turned out. Not to mention he was the awkward kid with the bags under his eyes, and the floppy, messy hair. He was the one that wasn’t skinny enough to pull of lanky, or buff enough to pull off sexy. No, he was just that awkward kid from London who was your basic, average prick. She, on the other hand looked like she had big dreams. Someone who would trust her, and she would trust in return. Someone that would lift her chin, and kiss her while he held her. Someone taller than her, and though she was a tall girl—boys didn’t really sprout up until the end of high school. So she still had hope. Maybe one of those ripped swimmer dudes.

Again—he gave himself a slight shake. Why the hell did he care if she ended up with some popular pretty-boy. It was how girls like her ended up, anyway. If she stuck to her morals, she’d be one of those perfect people, that always seemed to be wonderful, and that would possibly go down in Sainthood. He would continue in the shadows, hating and envying those people. They were dreamers, the world was real. The world was real, and much more angry than people like Sunny believed it to be. The bell rang over his head, startling him. "Right, so. Meet me in front of the school tomorrow. We're going to go somewhere. And I'll let you ask three questions that I'll answer honestly." He flipped off the camera and shoved it into her hands, and put his bag in his lap. He had completely forgotten to have a cigarette while he interviewed Sunny. Right now, he wished he had so he had at least some resemblance of nerves. He gestured at the stairwell. “Ladies first.” Because there was no fucking way he was standing first.

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