Sweet /Pieter

[CECILIE 'SUNNY' SORENSEN]

Sunny Sorensen loved her elder cousin dearly. He was one of the most important men- heck, people!- in her life. Therefore, she doted on him terribly. And why shouldn't she? His Mother- whom Sunny was not a fan- certainly did not. Why, if she had a son as lovely and courteous and smart and handsome as Julian, she'd fret over him like crazy. He was a lovely boy, and therefore deserved lovely things. Annnnd, she might have gone overboard with the hinting about Marlena and him possibly going on a date. At times, she could be pushy. So, in a pretty basket, she carried a Lagkage Danish layer cake.

Besides wanting to spoil her darling Julian, she be lying if she said she didn't want to have a distraction of sorts. Her new 'friend', Ari, was a very confusing boy. Sometimes she thought he liked her, and sometimes she thought he liked her, but sometimes she thought she hated him. So... this venture may have something to do with wanting to get a little advice on boys.

She would ask her Father, whom she adored. But he was technically against her being friends with any boys. ESPECIALLY an American boy. Though, Ari wasn't American, he was from the United Kingdom. She hadn't quite narrowed down where though. Ari never missed an opportunity to mention how she was sheltered and naive and dim. It was harsh. Rather annoying at times. Why, Sunny had even snapped at him once or twice. Yes, Julian would know how to make sense of that, as she certainly could not. Julian too was a perplexing boy fellow. And he was wise. So, he could shed light on the situation.

Going to the door, she knocked lightly, a happy grin spread across her face. She was an oddly cheerful and optimistic girl. In fact, it was hard to put a frown on her pretty face. Her brown eyes were doe-ish, and her hair was long, sweeping, and nearly black. Her one, cherished, danish trait was her height. She towered over many of the boys in her class, with long, graceful, legs. It was slightly dwarfed with her youthful way of dressing, which- as Ari enjoyed pointing out- was the sort of clothes an over sized porcelain doll would wear.

Ugh, why did she even bother talking to him? He could be so unpleasant at times.

But he could also be.... unconventionally sweet.

"Julian!" She sang, anxious for advice and company. "Open the door! I have brought you and your roommate a cake!" Because, obviously, he wasn't going to eat an entire cake on his own. Knocking again, she hoped that he was home. It would be a terrible shame if the lagkage's frosting were to melt. And she had worked so hard on it.

On the other hand, he could be out spending time with pretty Marlena. Which, she certainly would not be against at all.

HER OUTFIT YO!

[PIETER LINDHOLM]

Pieter made a point not to sleep in. It ruined the entire point of daylight, really. And alarm clocks. And sunrises. And breakfast. He really hated missing breakfast. Generally, he was the sort of boy to be up and out of bed by seven-thirty, highly unusual by college standards but then, he liked to say, sometimes the world was better when no one else was there to see it. He wasn’t depressed. Or particularly cynical, really. He just liked being alone. The science of it all, and there really was something to be said about watching the sun rise every morning from one’s dormitory roof. Pretty, the world at dawn.

Still, there was also something to be said about the beauty of a snooze button. And the ability of someone to hit an alarm clock so ferociously off their bedside table in a fit of six forty-five A.M. rage that it fell off the bed and just plain cracked, not quite in two but certainly quite beyond repair. Pieter didn’t have a temper. Not when he was awake. Not really. Beauty sleep, however, was not a foreign concept to him, and having been up until about five in the morning studying the night before, six forty-five was not at all looking to be an acceptable wake up call. So, he’d murdered his alarm clock and faceplanted back into his pillow all in a matter of seconds with little to no concern as to when it was he’d wake up again, or whether or not he’d awoken his roommate.

It had only been fifteen more minutes. It had to have been. Pieter groaned and rolled back over on his side, cursing both the light bursting through the blinds and that voice, wherever it was coming from, for waking him at such an ungodly—no. No, that couldn’t be right. It wasn’t noon. It couldn’t be noon. He’d missed class, if it was noon.

“Julian?” he grumbled, stuck somewhere between panic and mourning as he called his roommate’s name. There was no answer. “Julian…?”

Damn him. Damn him straight to hell.

“Just a second—” he responded hastily to the mention of cake, sleep still clinging heavily to his every syllable. He got up quickly, throwing a tshirt over his head as he half felt his way to the door, still rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he pulled it open. “Julian’s not—he’s gone right now, but he should be back soon, I think. So you can come in, if you want…” he spoke groggily to the tall but young girl standing outside the door. His voice had a certain husky quality to it so soon after waking up, and his hair retained an unintentional similarity to what some might call “sex hair” as he opened the door wide for Julian’s cousin to come in. “Sorry, I—I’m Pieter,” he extended his hand, running the other through his hair in a spontaneous burst of embarrassment. “I don’t think we’ve met before, but Julian’s mentioned you…”