they think 'no' means 'yes' {freddie}

[ADDISON ROWE]

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Addison had never been so grateful to get out of a class early. She was sure the lecture would never end. Imagine her surprise (and everybody else’s without a doubt) when the lecture not only finished sooner than expected but when they were let out early. By fifteen minutes! Who said Mr. Houston was a terrible teacher? Not she. Why, right now, he was her absolute favorite. Getting out of class early meant going back to her dorm and taking the nap she’d been hoping for two days ago. It had been an entirely too exhausting week and now that it was over, she intended to take advantage of any extra time she was given.

Wandering the empty halls was a bit strange as she was so used to them being crowded with students either rushing to class or lingering about with an intention to be late to class. Addison just had to stop at her locker and then she would make a beeline for the dorms. Unfortunately, she did have to carry quite a few books back with her and that would certainly slow her down. Addison was sometimes surprised that carrying an armful of books even slowed her down. She’d been doing so for years now, whether they were with fictional novels or every textbook so she could earn extra credit. None of that mattered, really. If she didn’t get out of this hallway before the bell rang, she wouldn’t make it out of the building for another ten minutes.

Why some students decided to hang about the school once it was over for the week baffled her. All they were doing was getting in the way (because, yes, instead of being courteous and sticking to the walls, they decided to stand in the very middle of the corridor. Even worse was when they walked as slowly as they possibly could!) of those who actually had places to be. Never mind that those places were just back to her dorm. As Addison expected the hallways to be empty, she was all the more surprised to see a student or two hanging about. Either they had a free class period or were let out early or they were ditching. Ditching. What a terrible, awful thing to do. So very detrimental to one’s education.

Addison waited back a moment, not wanting to be roped into a conversation. Then again, she didn’t know them so they probably didn’t know her. So why would they even bother? Right. Addison continued on, hurrying by the boy with a quick smile (because she didn’t want to be rude) before stopping slowly at her locker. It would probably be just her luck to mess up the first two times (then again, she’d never been very good at locker combinations). Of course, she did make a mistake the first time. Obviously, she’d jinxed herself. Addison gave a frustrated huff and started again, just wanting to go home so she could take her nap.

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[FREDDIE FOSTER]

It wasn’t that Freddie was a loiterer by chance. In fact, if asked, he would no doubt say it was more of a craft, a profession perfected over time spent waiting around for something wonderful to happen, only to realize that really, he’d been the wonderful thing happening all along. Well, maybe not quite like that. But close. Either way, he loitered far more often than could possibly be considered normal (or legal, at least in some states).

Today, it seemed, was no exception. Having just come from an obligatory college planning meeting (dumbest waste of time he could think of, next to calling his grandmother), Freddie decided most innocently that perhaps the hallway was a better place to spend the last ten minutes of the period than Physics class. It wasn’t like they were doing anything, anyway. And even if they were…well, how much was a he really bound to pay attention? He wasn’t friends with anyone in the class.

Still, when five minutes of looking at the clocked had ticked monotonously on by, Freddie found himself wondering if perhaps the dim glow of the projector really was all that bad, after all. At least it was something to look at. Other than, you know, walls. Then the bell rang, however, and Freddie vacated his niche near the stairwell in order to go find something productive (by his standards) to do with what few minutes he had left until he was supposed to meet Will and RJ back at the dorms. They had drinks to obtain and a boat to catch, after all. That was what Friday nights were for, sure as Saturday and Sunday, when there were three day weekends.

But he hated being early. With the sort of passion punctual people loathed being late, Freddie despised arriving anything but ten minutes after he was supposed to. He was very much one to operate on his own schedule; it was a quirk his friends had now gotten more than used to.

Such, too, was his spontaneity.

Freddie saw her before she looked his way. Addison Rowe. A thin smirk spread across his face as he approached her, subtly elbowing a few freshmen out of his way in order to speed up the process. After all, he could hardly let her leave without speaking.

“Hey, Addison!” his voice was bright, although not without the cocky undertone that seemed to lace his every word. Nodding at the stack of books in her hands as he came up beside her, Freddie grinned, leaning casually against the locker next to hers in a manner that was far less cheesy than the movies made it seem. “You look like you’ve got your hands full…You want me to hold those?” the picture of a gentleman, he held his empty hands out for her to deposit the weight into, should she so choose.

“Say, do you uh…have you got the Physics homework? I had to go see my counselor during class, and…” he trailed off with a shrug before he was given the opportunity to talk himself into a lie. Although really, he probably could have gotten away with it. She was in a different class, after all. And well, he really did need to know the answers.

[ADDISON ROWE]

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It hadn’t taken much longer to open her locker, thank God. Which books did she need…? Well, definitely her History textbook. Maybe she’d study with Tyler sometime this weekend. They had that test coming up after all. Addison was putting way too much thought into this. She probably could’ve just grabbed them all and left it at that. That wouldn’t be much of a weekend, though. She’d feel obliged to study at that point. Though she definitely had to study for English as well and she would need her Physics textbook for the homework. So caught up in her over-thinking, Addison had noticed somebody speaking to her until they were standing next to her.

Addison looked and was only a little surprised to see Fredrick Foster standing there. (He went by Freddie though, right?). She smiled at him, unsure of what it was he wanted. “Hello Freddie,

[/color]” she said, sounding mostly politely but with a clear hint of is there something I can do for you?. However, it seemed he’d be the one doing something for her. She looked at the books she’d grabbed so far and decided that, yes, she could definitely use some help. Sure, she didn’t know him all that well and his reputation preceded him but she couldn’t very well say no to help, though, could she?

Addison grinned, somehow embarrassed and grateful. “Please, if it wouldn’t be any trouble.[/color]” She shifted towards him, offering the textbooks. He was free to take however many he wanted but she almost hoped he wouldn’t take too many. Sure, he could probably handle it better than she could but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t feel bad about it. Besides, she still had one more to get out of her locker. At least she could carry that one on her own. “Thanks so much.[/color]” The hallway was filling up with students now and she hoped she could get out soon before it got any worse.

The Physics homework… Arching an eyebrow, Addison wondered briefly if that was the only reason he was helping her. Then she realized just how judgmental that was and pushed that mean thought away. “What’d you have to see the counselor for?[/color]” Addison asked while she started to dig through her bag for the homework. They weren’t even in the same class so—wait. Wait, wait, wait. Was she actually about to let Fredrick Foster cheat off of her homework? What was wrong with her? Addison promptly stopped searching and looked up at him. “Actually, I could just help you through it.[/color]” She’d never tolerated cheating before and she wasn’t about to start now.

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[FREDDIE FOSTER]

“No problem,” Freddie spoke easily, offering Addison a small smile as she accepted his offer. He took all four textbooks from her arms without complaint, but Jesus, they were heavy. Freddie was no weakling, either, as skinny as he undoubtedly was.

And people said he wouldn’t know chivalry if it kicked him in the balls.
Actually, only Will said that. Either way, this was beyond proof that he was, in fact, a gentleman when he so desired to be. When he wanted something just a little more substantial than Physics notes.

Absentmindedly, he glanced down at the books stacked in his arms. “You can’t seriously have this much homework…” tone clearly skeptical, he gave Addison a small quirk of his brow before redistributing the weight of his burden. Then again, in all likelihood, he had just as much homework as she. He just didn’t do it. It was hard to concentrate on math when one was drinking, kissing, or petty law-breaking, after all. School always came second to fun (and sports, which was practically the same thing, although there was that pesky GPA issue he sometimes had to worry about) and the not-so-occasional adrenaline rush. Apparently, Addison Rowe had yet to learn the value of such a lifestyle—which really sucked, as he was fairly certain that if she kept going at this rate, she’d break her back carrying textbooks before anyone had the chance to see her placed firmly on it, as most girls should be.

Not that he wanted to be the one to do so. She could take her studious, skinny little ass somewhere else. Maybe if she ever decided to enjoy herself, then he’d be interested. But not now. No way, no how, probably not ever. Probably.

He rolled his eyes at her question, though most definitely more at the memory of the counselor than anything else. “Oh, just some dumbfu—stupid—” he corrected himself hastily, albeit still smoothly given the circumstances, “—college planning thing. You know, one of the ones all the juniors have to go to.”

Well, at least he wasn’t lying.

A half confused, half self-satisfied grin began to creep over his face as he watched Addison dig through her bag for what was presumably the homework he needed. He had to admit, however, it was surprising. She certainly didn’t seem the copying type. Then again, it was him asking. And he was holding her books. He wouldn’t have been too surprised (or disappointed, as equations and Freddie did not get along) if she’d just whipped it right out and handed it to him to take home.

Or not.
The smile fell slightly into a perplexed sort of frown as Addison spoke again, and for a span of two seconds, Fredrick Foster was rendered silent. Not giving him the packet meant work. Work he’d really rather not have to deal with. Not giving him the packet also meant probably having to ask RJ for the dreaded “h” word—an idea that very nearly made him cringe. Unless…unless, by some stroke of divine intervention, not giving him the packet meant she’d have to teach him. Not that he really cared. Or wanted to be taught. Not by Addison, anyway. Certainly not by someone like her, who’d probably bore him to death before he’d even found out what a parallel circuit was.

“Oh. Um…if you want to, I guess. I mean, it’s not really a big deal. When’re you free?” A small, moderately cocky smile faded onto his lips through casual words. Maybe it’d be alright.

[ADDISON ROWE]

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He took all of her textbooks. It was the smallest of pouts and she turned to her locker before he could see it. She hadn’t really wanted him to take all of her textbooks. It wasn’t like she couldn’t carry them on her own. Addison zipped her backpack closed, just to make sure she didn’t go rifling through it again for the homework. Fredrick Foster wasn’t special and she had no reason to treat him better than anybody else. She wouldn’t give her homework to her best friend so why would she give it to him? Addison glanced to the textbooks he’d taken at his comment and shrugged. “I don’t.

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Addison caught the quick correction and it pleased her. Wow, was he actually trying to watch his language around her? Well, that was… surprising. She smiled, tilting her head a fraction before nodding. “I’ve got to go to one of those next week.[/color]” She was both looking forward to it and not looking forward to it at all. It seemed a complete waste of time. She already had a list of colleges she wanted to go to along with how much they’d cost, how far away from home they were, etc etc. It wasn’t like she needed a counselor to confirm what she already knew. Then again, information (new or not) was always nice.

Addison pulled her last textbook from her locker and shut it, putting the lock back in place. She wasn’t entirely sure how far he was willing to carry her books for her. If she was going to help him through the homework, though, perhaps they could just do that right now. The library was closer than the dorm buildings at least. But she was tired… Well, it all depended on how well he handled being told no to. Well, it was kind of a yes. It wasn’t a flat out no. For a moment, he didn’t seem to be handling it well. Addison watched him carefully for the full two seconds it took him to answer. Had she just left Freddie speechless? She could’ve sworn that was an impossible feat.

Addison started down the hall once he’d finally answered her, hoping he’d follow. He had her books after all. “I don’t mind, honestly.[/color]” She was sure he had better things to do so it really all depended whether or not he was free. “Whenever.[/color]” For the most part anyway. “I’m not doing anything now.[/color]” Sleep could wait. A nap was just her wasting hours that could be spent productively. “I’m sure you’re busy, though. You’ve always got something going on. And it’s Friday.[/color]” Was it wrong of her to assume all of that? … Probably. Oops.
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[FREDDIE FOSTER]

Freddie’s brow furrowed. He glanced first down at the textbooks, then to Addison, then to the books again. When his eyes shifted to Addison for the second time, he spoke slowly, and with moderate confusion. “So then…why do you…You know what? Never mind,” he shook his head, not too sure he wanted to know the answer. If it was going to be anything close to “Math problems are fun” or “I like to read,” chances were he’d probably just plain drop the books right there, and something told him that probably wouldn’t go over too well.

Watching from his position leaned up against the locker next to hers, Freddie nodded at Addison’s statement. “Good luck. She’s a real hard ass, Ms. Cozmello,” he spoke with a small smile on his face, tone one of mild annoyance mixed with amusement, “Wants every minute of your life planned out, right up until you kick the bucket. Otherwise, you’re gonna end up eating rat from the sewers for the rest of your life…” the sarcasm in his voice was light, teasing as he rolled his eyes slightly. Pushing off from the locker with his foot, Freddie loped easily beside Addison, balancing her books carefully in his arms. Seriously, though, didn’t she have a life?

She was right, of course. He did have something going on. He always had something going on, and especially on Fridays. Freddie was not one for wasting weekends. Nodding in agreement, he continued. “Yeah, I’ve uh…” he paused. This party they were having—it wasn’t invitation-only. Well, it was, but seeing as he was hosting and God only knew how many people they’d invited over the past week…one more wouldn’t hurt, would it? It could be fun. And besides, a drunk Addison Rowe. What the hell would that look like? The thought was enough to bring a small grin to his face.

Turning his head to look at Addison again, Freddie spoke confidently. “Tonight’s probably no good for Physics, yeah. But I mean, we could still hang out or something, if you wanted. RJ and Will and I are having a few people over on the boat later tonight, if you wanted to come…” Well, that probably made it sound bad. Which it was. It most definitely was bad. Addison Rowe, however, was not half as bad of a girl as Freddie would have liked, and thus would probably need a bit of reassurance. He offered it simply in the form of another sentence, spoken as a hasty afterthought. “Nothing bad, I mean. Just friends hanging out. But I figure it probably beats studying or…whatever you were gonna do, anyway. You know?” He smiled, small and polite and charming, nodding slightly at her textbooks.

She’d never be able to resist.

[ADDISON ROWE]

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For a moment, Addison thought he was going to ask. He started to before dropping it and she shrugged. That was for the best, really. Addison doubted he wanted to hear about it. “Alright. Thank you again.

[/color]” As if she hadn’t already thanked him enough. He really probably did have better things to do than carry her books for her, though. Still, she had to say something to let him know she appreciated it. Who knew Freddie Foster could be such a gentleman? (When he wasn’t asking to cheat off of her homework, anyway…)

Addison laughed. Good luck? She was quite sure she wouldn’t need it. It was just a talk about college. She knew what she was doing. There was no way Addison would be eating rat from the sewers for the rest of her life. That was not happening. “Kick the bucket…[/color]” Addison mused, reminded that she had yet to start her own bucket list. It seemed a bit morbid at times, even thinking of dying. Making a bucket list could be fun, though. “I’ve still got to write down all the things I want to do before I die.[/color]” She said off-handedly, shrugging a little.

Of course he had something going on. Never mind that he’d suddenly stopped; he had said ‘yeah’ and that meant he was busy. She had no reason to ruin anybody else’s plans. Addison opened her mouth to say something along the lines of don’t even worry about it, maybe another day when he continued. At least she knew RJ and Willow; she knew they were alright. ‘A few people,’ though, sounded a bit vague and that… boat? He’d said boat. Alright, that certainly wasn’t going to work. She’d never been on a boat before and she absolutely was not getting on one with people she barely knew.

So, Addison shook her head and smiled apologetically. His reassurance only made her more determined to not go. “I’m sure it’ll be a… marvelous time.” She was actually the opposite of sure but it’s not like she was going to say that. “I can’t, though.[/color]” It was probably obvious from the textbooks he was carrying but as he hadn’t asked about that, he didn’t know exactly that she planned on spending her time on schoolwork. For some reason, she wanted to make up an excuse better than that. She bit her tongue and ignored that urge. “Sorry.” She really was, though. Mostly. … Sort of.

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[FREDDIE FOSTER]

Freddie blinked. What the hell was she even on about, anyway? One of his brows quirked slightly at the mention of what he only assumed was a bucket list, and he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. Either Addison was overly spacey, or she just hadn’t been paying attention to what he’d said. He was willing to bet it was the first. People didn’t just ignore him.

“Or you could just not write anything down and have fun while you’re having it…” he said offhandedly, shifting the books slightly in his arms. Jesus, they were heavier than he’d thought they’d be. Not that it was difficult to carry them, but still. He shrugged. “I’m not much for lists—” too much work. “Seems like a waste of time, when you could be actually doing the stuff you’re writing down, you know?” he offered her a small smile, pleased at the impromptu bout of wisdom he’d evidentially just sprouted. Certainly, he wasn’t complaining. He continued after a moment, genuinely curious for once in his life (that was a bit alarming, he had to admit). “What sort of stuff do you want to do, anyway?” A girl like Addison, he felt, probably wouldn’t have made it one of her greatest life ambitions to vandalize every chalkboard in the school with at least one dick, or piss off the top of the Empire State Building. She was probably boring.

It took a few seconds for her response to register. Freddie had his own all ready, had opened his mouth to begin. “Yeah, it’ll be great. We’re gonna, you know, play games and st—oh.” the moderately smug smile fell from his lips instantly. His brows furrowed. He snapped his mouth shut. Oh. She couldn’t? But…people didn’t just not come to sorts of parties he and RJ threw. Especially not when they held the prestigious place of being invited by either he or RJ themselves.

For a moment, Freddie was silent. He glanced down at the textbooks in his hand as they made their way out of the school’s doors and looked up at Addison again, something between confusion and annoyance on his face, though his words held significantly more of the latter. “What’re you gonna do, then? Read a book?” he laughed a little, peeved that she’d refused him as no other girl in school would. “C’mon, it’ll be fun. I promise. What’s the big deal, anyway?”

[ADDISON ROWE]

Already, Addison was piecing together a bucket list. It shouldn’t have surprised anybody that she liked making lists so much; lists made things nice and organized and easy to follow. Addison didn’t even want to imagine a world without lists. Chaos, she thought, the world would be chaos. Addison glanced at Freddie, honestly taken aback. She shouldn’t have really expected him to know her all that well. She just figured her general personality was well-known – that she liked making lists and organization and all that. She shrugged.

“I like lists. They keep things neat.

” Obviously. “Besides, that way, I know what I’ve done and what’s still to be done.[/color]” She tilted her head, wondering if she was making sense. “You know?[/color]” Who was to say she wouldn’t eventually forget about any adventures she went on if she didn’t write them down in some way? Sure, she’d probably write a book eventually but if she made notes along the way, her stories would be that much better. “Skydiving,[/color]” she answered immediately.

Laughing, as if she were embarrassed, Addison continued like she needed to explain. “Adrenaline rush sort of things, I guess. Bungee jumping, cliff diving. Stuff like that.[/color]” She wasn’t really sure why she was so keen on knocking those off her bucket list; they were probably really dangerous. That was the whole point though, right? He seemed to be struggling with her textbooks so she looked at him, her brows slightly raised, “do you want me to take one of those back?[/color]”

It was actually a bit amusing, watching him react to her turning down the invite. She wasn’t the only one to have ever said ‘no’ to him, was she? It seemed unlikely. People were told no all the time. Addison wasn’t expecting him to ask again. People also took no for an answer. She narrowed her eyes a bit, surprisingly offended at his tone and there was just something about the way he’d said ‘read a book’ that upset her. “You know, there’s nothing wrong with reading.[/color]” Why had she even said that?

Shaking her head, Addison squinted a little against the sunlight and lifted her hand to shield her eyes. There was no need to tell him why she couldn’t go – in some ways, even she could see it was a stupid reason. “I just can’t.[/color]” Addison shrugged and shot him a look that clearly said alright, sorry, can we drop it now? Enough was enough.

notes; lol idek wth happened with this post sorry
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[FREDDIE FOSTER]

Freddie couldn’t help himself. For once in his life, he hadn’t meant to be rude; it just came out. A snort, like the most unwelcome of dinner guests, just wandered up his throat and spat itself out his nose. And for once in his life too, Freddie was sorry about it. He attempted to turn the noise into a sort of cough. He sounded like a dying cat. But it was all too much, really, for the three seconds that it lasted. Brows raised, he cast Addison a perturbed glace that clearly said “Skydiving? You?” though the actual words that left him were “Oh. Well that’s…neat. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like…” He had, really. But then, Freddie was more of an adrenaline junkie than Evil Kenevil himself, so maybe the comment wasn’t all that profound. He found he respected Addison a bit more for hers, though. Maybe a little. The condescending bemusement slid off his face after a moment, leaving behind only a thin skin of impressed bemusement. He doubted she’d actually do anything on her list. People never did. That was why he didn’t have one, of course.

No rules, no disappointments. It was simple, really.

He shook his head at her offer, shifting the textbooks slightly once more as he did so. “Nah, I’m fine. Don’t normally carry so many over the weekends, is all…” Giving her a small smile and a charming little laugh to match, Freddie found himself hoping Addison had the self-deprecating sort of humor he was real fond of pulling out on people. If not, well, he hoped she wasn’t the easily-offended type. He genuinely didn’t think he’d enjoy hurting her feelings. It was a little weird, caring.

“I never said there was—” had they been free, his hands would have immediately been in a position of surrender. “—just that maybe, I donno, you’d wanna do something different for a change. I never got what was so exciting about books, anyway…” he trailed off as they began their way down the path towards the dormitories, not entirely sure why he’d said the last bit in the first place, though it was true. Why would anyone want to sit and read the adventures of other people—other made up people who belonged in someone’s head—when they could be out having their own? Safety had never been one of his greatest issues or concerns with the philosophy.

Squinting slightly against the sun, he stole her another glance. Maybe it was a good thing the light was so bright; otherwise, she might have thought his face looked disappointed. Which it didn’t. Because he wasn’t. She was just another girl, after all, Addison Rowe. He didn’t care about her, not really. But still, he had to know. So he looked at her firmly for a moment, brows raised, knowing she was trapped because he had her books and she certainly wasn’t the type to leave without them. “Alright, then,” he demanded, feeling a tad more smug than perhaps the situation called for. “Why not?”

[ADDISON ROWE]

Addison rolled her eyes, entirely having expected the response from him. It was something she got often which was why she didn’t usually talk about her bucket list. Addison Rowe? people would think, skydiving? She was, after all, the bookish daydreaming girl in class. The last thing people expected of Addison Rowe was her eagerness to go bungee jumping. “I know, I know.

” She said once he’d finally finished with his disbelieving choking sound, when he’d finally stopped giving her that look. “I don’t seem the type to be into adrenaline rushes. Or… well, dangerous sort of activities, I suppose…[/color]” She cleared her throat a little awkwardly and fidgeted with her cardigan.

She looked at him, wide eyed and surprised. Why was she surprised that Fredrick Foster would skydive? Grinning, she focused ahead of her again. “Maybe we both could.[/color]” Had… had she just suggested skydiving with him? Blinking slowly, trying to understand what she’d just said, she almost missed what he was saying. She glanced back to him sharply, listening carefully. Ignoring someone (though this hadn’t been intentional) was rude and she never wanted to be rude. … Something different. Addison made a thoughtful humming sound and shrugged, “Yes, I’m sure doing something different each day is nice.[/color]” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, pausing to think out her next comment carefully. “That’s the thing, though. There are so many books to choose from, it basically is something different each day.[/color]”

Addison stared at him, shocked. Speechless, even. He… didn’t… How could one not get…? “Well, everything, of course![/color]” Addison started, already trying to find words to explain what she loved so much about books and reading. For one who read so much, she was suddenly very much out of words. “A lot of them are basically adventures you could never go on,[/color]” she managed, The Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia immediately coming to mind. “I just… there’s…[/color]” Addison shook her head and gave up, deciding she’d much rather let him have his own opinion than sound like an idiot explaining hers (at least for the time being).

For a second, she looked offended. He was cheating. It wasn’t fair to ask her questions she wasn’t sure how to answer when she couldn’t just walk away. (That would have been terribly rude, though, which she liked avoiding). He had her books, though, and she couldn’t just leave without them… (Well, she could, that would be so unlike her). For what felt like a very long minute, Addison stared at him, wondering just what she wanted to say. She had, in fact, had a couple of little back up plans in case she hadn’t managed to fall asleep or if homework just wasn’t working for her. Finally, she sighed and raised one of her hands a bit, trying to explain by gesturing. “I have stuff to work on. And if not that, then books to read. Or maybe stories to write.[/color]” Of course, she thought the moment she’d said it, her stories. There was no better way to spend time than coming up with new characters, new plots, new everything.

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[FREDDIE FOSTER]

“No,” Freddie agreed instantly, shaking his head with a grin. “No, you really don’t.” Not that he minded, really. He liked people who were up for a nice bout of danger—trespassing, smoking, drinking, it didn’t really matter what. He could respect Addison Rowe now, at least, for having the idea to go skydiving someday, though God knew he’d never admire her until she went and did something reckless right now, today, in the moment. Nothing was half as dangerous if it was planned. Incidentally, nothing was half as fun that way, either.

At her suggestion, Freddie’s brows raised remarkably high. Had she just--? No, of course she hadn’t. Miss Addison Rowe, Queen of the Neat and the Proper and the Mature, would never in a million years suggest skydiving with him, Freddie Foster, King of the Dangerous and the Bizarre and the Generally Frowned Upon. She probably wouldn’t even let him take her out on a date. Not that he did that sort of thing, anyway. Freddie was much more for drunken hookups than dinner and a movie. And maybe that was because he’d only ever had one girl worth taking on a date before, and then he’d found her worth going out with too, and then he’d thought her worth having sex with too, for the first time, and he’d even told her he’d loved her, and then about a month after that she’d decided that maybe he wasn’t worth the effort of it all, and so she’d dumped him. Flat on his ass. And Freddie Foster hadn’t taken a girl on a date ever since.

He smiled at her anyway, a small laugh escaping his lips. “Yeah, maybe. If you’re still up for it.”And then he was silent for a moment before he blinked and looked away, having found himself quite awkwardly watching her twirl her hair and wondering how exactly it would feel if he ran his own fingers through it, maybe while kissing her. But he wouldn’t. Because she wouldn’t have it and god knew she wasn’t his type, anyhow.

For once in his life, Freddie listened intently to what someone else was saying. And, for a moment, he half wanted to agree with her. But then he shrugged. He’d have been lying, though, if he said he hadn’t thought her a little cute, the way she got so mad about the whole thing. “Different strokes, I guess. I think that’s what they say…”

“Uh-huh.” Too smug to handle himself, Freddie raised his eyebrows at Addison once more, ignoring for the moment the burning sensation that was beginning to spread throughout his forearms. These books were fucking heavy. He could hold them for a bit longer, though, if necessary. This was, at least—interesting? Entertaining, it was supposed to have been. But at the mention of stories, Freddie blinked, genuine curiosity melted its way over his face. “You write stories?” He’d never met someone who wrote stories. Not that he knew of, anyway. Mostly people just read them, or complained about reading them. This was different. New. Exciting. Addison Rowe was, perhaps, made of a little more than he’d thought her to be.

[ADDISON ROWE]

The childish urge to stick her tongue out at him was so very strong that she actually did it - she made the face and everything. "Maybe someday I will be.

" And she thought briefly that maybe someday she'd like to be: bold, reckless, a doer as opposed to a planner. Then she remembered how much easier and safer everything was with lists and caution, and that brief thought was gone. How silly of her.

Yes, so she'd suggested that they go sky diving together. That was no reason to look so surprised. Addison almost told him this, but she rather the subject be dropped sooner rather than later. It wasn't often she said such sudden things. ... Was he...? He was agreeing. Well, that was something she could certainly file under unexpected. Addison had been simply assuming that she wasn't his type (and vice versa, honestly). Then again, just because they were planning to skydive together didn't really mean anything (right?). (Right, so she really had to stop over thinking it!)

In the back of her mind, Addison was doing her best to find reasons as to why reading was so great. That she'd come to such a stand still really frustrated her, and she found herself tugging on a strand of hair, as if it would help. So when Freddie wrote it off as "different strokes," she shrugged and made a low humming sound, promising herself to better explain it later. (That is, if they were ever to really have a conversation like this again).

Noticing again that he still had her books, she frowned at the stack, and then at him. " Really, though, Freddie, those must be heavy.[/color]" The guilt was starting to get to her. " We can go into the common room and sit.[/color]" If you aren't in a hurry that is, she nearly added, wondering when he'd have to be off to his boat party. She couldn't have been much more fun than a big group of friends, all celebrating the weekend.

What... why was he making that face? Should she not have mentioned her stories at all? Oh, just watch. This would be another thing to make fun of her for. Not that she cared. Addison took pride in-- Oh! He was actually, properly asking about it. Curiosity wasn't something she often saw when someone learned for the first time that she wrote. It was mostly just disinterest or something along the lines of why am I not surprised? " Yes...[/color]" she answered slowly, a smile working its way onto her face. " Yes, I write stories. I thought everybody knew that.[/color]" Then again, she was so paranoid sometimes over her writing that she did a rather good job of keeping them a secret. "I guess you learn something new every day.[/color]"

notes; I FINALLY POSTED I HOPE IT'S OKAY
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