SMOKE?!?! IN THE DORMS?!?!~Brooke

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

he was a boy, she was a girl.[/size]

"Hmmhmmhmm" Tristan hummed as he turned on the oven. After he unpacked all of his things (including his immense amount of cooking supplies) he decided to cook. He made ham and cheese bread and was just about to put it in the oven. Tristan always loved that kind. His mom used to make it for him as his sandwich for school. All his friends were stumped on how she put the meat inside the bread but Tristan soon learned the secret.
Ding!

Tristan opened the oven and percuriously arranged the bread tray so it would cook juuust right. He closed the oven and walked back to his room. He paced back and forth. What to do? What to do? Tristan was in a hyper mood today and the three expresso shots he had at the campus cafe probably didn't help the situation. Why was he so hyper? His roomie was coming today but... THAT WAS IT! He must be nervous about a good first impression. His first roomie never really said much to Tristan and barely knew Tristan's name...BUT NOT THIS TIME! Tristan was going to make sure that he and his roomie could connect. He even bought a game system and that bloody war game. Which he's recently gotten addicted to...

Tristan instinctively pulled his lighter of the backpocket of his jeans and started playing with it. He walked to the kitchen again opening and shutting the cap. He opened it again and watched the flame flicker.

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[danydan]

i'm not made of china;;

i'm not made of glass;;

Brooke still didn't really understand WHY they'd gone and switched up the dorms. Brooke had liked her roommate. The girl had appreciated her jokes and was a major help with homework. People like that totally made Brooke's day. Now, though, her new roomie was some kid name Tristan. Tristan Bougie which she probably wasn’t pronouncing correctly, anyway. She had a bad feeling that it’d be awkward. What if he had a problem with her swearing or her constant picture-taking? Oh god, what if he had no sense of humor? Brooke internally cringed and prayed that he’d be the exact opposite. Her hands were full. One held two bags, full of her things. The other was balancing her phone, room key and a map. Not that she needed the map. Helloooooo, she’d been going to Barrie University for three years now. She was wearing black shorts, a forest green tank top and her hair was a mess. A camera hung from around her neck. Typical Brooke. Finally finding the room, she somehow managed to unlock the door. She nudged it open with her hip and was immediately welcomed by the smell of fresh bread. Her mouth watered. Ohmygod. Was Tristan a cook?

Brooke stepped in and looked around --- ah, there he... WHAT. THE. FUCK. Brooke dropped her bags, phone, key, map and did two things. First, she took a picture of him (it was a perfect shot) and then she stormed towards him and snatched the cancer stick enabler from his hand. "WHY do you have this?!"[/b] she snapped, shaking the lighter in his face before tossing it away from her. Just touching it made her sick. "So help me God if you smoke...!" Brooke let the sentence end in a strangled sort of sound. It was almost a growl, a snarl if you may. If she wasn’t so furious, she might have noticed how cute he was and just how great it smelled in the room. But Brooke was focused. No way in hell was her roommate going to smoke. She’d die before that happened. She’d order a new roommate so quick, this guy wouldn’t even have time to get a legitimate excuse.

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[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

he was a boy, she was a girl.[/size]

So beautiful...flickering like that...you just want to to-- A flash of light broke Tristan out of his trance. He looked up to see a girl with an angry expression on her face. What was a lady doing in Tristan's dorm? Did his roommate have history with this girl...or maybe he looked like her cheating ex. Oh lord, please don't let it be that.

She walked up to him and snatched the lighter from his hands yelling at him in English. She was talking too fast for him to keep up but soon his lighter was sliding across the counter. How Tristan wished he had stayed in New York this summer to practice his English. Instead he stayed with his mom perfecting his cooking technique. It seemed his English had deteriorated because of it. He picked up the words "smoke" and "why" in question form. Did he leave his bread on for too long and the smoke was going to the girl's dormitory!?! He quickly spun around and opened the oven. He pulled out his almost perfect bread with a towel and put it on the counter.

"See no smoke. Just bread." he said his accent slipping through. "What is a lovely mme. I mean lady like yourself doing here. Are you and my roommate...friends?" He said struggling on the last word. That's it, next year he was staying in New York. No more France-born mother.. well maybe for a couple of weeks.

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[danydan]

i'm not made of china;;

i'm not made of glass;;

Why did he look so confused? She was speaking very clearly, wasn’t she? Perfect English and so she made total sense. Maybe her fury was making her words sound funny. She tried to calm down, really she did, because she realized she’d been making an assumption. Just because one happens to be holding a lighter doesn’t automatically mean they smoke. God, she sure hoped he didn’t smoke. The more she glared at him and the more she inhaled that heavenly scent, the less angry she became. If this was her roomie, she had to admit that she could get used to him. Sure, he hadn’t made the best impression so far but... wait. He was taking the bread out of the oven one moment and talking the next. And, dear Lord, that accent! One, the food not only smelled, but looked delicious. Two, she practically swooned when he spoke. Accents were so great on a guy and there was no way she could be angry now.

Brooke rose her eyebrows and looked to the bread and back to him. When had she mentioned anything about smoke? Sure, she’d mentioned smoking. He was starting to confuse her. "O-oh..."[/b] she stuttered, a bit lost for words. She felt a bit like an idiot now. Brooke had completely assumed things and now she wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t know she was his roommate? "This is my dorm,”[/b] Brooke answered. 'So, technically yes,'[/color] she thought. Why wouldn’t she be friends with herself? "Which means that I am your roommate...”[/b] Did he understand that? She hoped so. Brooke wasn’t sure if she had enough patience to explain herself more than once.

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CREDIT;; IXI STIX !! of CAUTION!!

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

he was a boy, she was a girl.[/size]

He watched the girl's angry expression slowly melt away. Why did everything he say have to make a reference to candles? This was getting weird. Well at least she knew that there was no smoke here. He looked up to see the girl eying his bread. He had a feeling it help relieve the angst. Cooking smells always had a say in the atomsphere.

“This is my dorm,” she answered. So, technically yes, she thought. Why wouldn’t she be friends with herself? “Which means that I am your roommate...”

"Oh I forget they put them together here. That's what it means by 'co-ed', no?" he turned around and took a bread knife from the drawer. He tested the bread with his finger. Slowly he cut it in half and then cut the halves in half. So he would be rooming with a girl. He must go out and by what the Americans called "pajamas" she couldn't be comfortable with him sleeping in his underclothes. Underclothes... he looked up at the girl...NO BAD THOUGHTS. He turned around and pulled a plate from the rack. He began to think of fire again. Then it hit him.

"I am so impolite! My name is Jean Tristan Bougie." he said putting a piece of bread on the plate with a fork, "but you call me, Tristan or Trish... or frenchie," He laughed. "whatever pleases you."

"And what is the lady's name?"he motioned her to try the bread. Did he say that right?

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[danydan]

i'm not made of china;;

i'm not made of glass;;

Brooke was a bit cautious now. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing. Tristan could be three things. One) a roommate, Two) a very good friend or Three) more. That was it. End of story. She had no idea what he thought of her right now. She’d stormed in and screamed at him. That was not a good first impression. Brooke nodded. “Yeah, right, co-ed...” she replied, distractedly, watching as he began to cut the bread into halves. Mmmmmm, it smelled ssooooooooo good. To keep her mouth from watering (and embarrassing herself in the process), Brooke retrieved her bags and such. She set them down on the bed on the blank side of the room. It wouldn’t be blank for long, that was for sure. Brooke had plenty of things to put up.

Brooke turned and headed back to the kitchen area. She could unpack later. Now, she was going to get to know her roommate. “Thanks,”[/color] she murmured, taking the bread. She wasn’t entirely sure what kind it was. Did bread always have food inside of it? It didn’t matter though as she wasn’t picky and she loved a good home-cooked meal. Huh, so Tristan was his middle name. Brooke grinned and nodded. “Nice to meet you, Trish.” It was a cute nickname. “I’m Brooke...”[/color] she paused. He’d told her his full name. “Brooke Marie Carlson,”[/color] she finished after a moment. "I don’t really have any nicknames..." Okay, she did but it’s not like they were good ones. After the introductions, Brooke took a bite of the bread. And, seriously, she just died and went to heaven. “Ohmygod,” she said, her mouth mostly still full, “this is DELICIOUS.”

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[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

he was a boy, she was a girl.[/size]

“Yeah, right, co-ed...” The girl picked her bags up and moved them to her room. Tristan thought of asking her if she needed help unpacking but then thought better of it. Having no siblings was going to make this awkward. He had never slept in the same room with somebody until last year. What if he snored? or talked in his sleep. What where they going to do about the bathroom time? His last roomie was always up two hours later then him. As he worried about these things the girl slipped back in her chair.

“Nice to meet you, Trish.” It was a cute nickname. “I’m Brooke...” she paused. He’d told her his full name. “Brooke Marie Carlson,” she finished after a moment. “I don’t really have any nicknames...”

"Brooke..is a...beautiful name." he said trying to find the right English adjective. He smiled when she called him Trish, "I see I must collect a 'nickname' for you then." he said smiling. He held his breath while she took a bite. He always loved the look on peoples faces when they were satisfied. That look began to appear on Brooke's face. He smiled and he noticed something, Brooke had the cutest dimples when she smiled. Those freckles on her nose were cute too and her eyes were a beautiful blu--

“Ohmygod,” she said, her mouth mostly still full, “this is DELICIOUS.”

Tristan smiled and blinked. "Oh I am happy you tasted it, I mean enjoyed it," Tristan said distracted by his embarrassment. It's a good thing there is no such thing as telepathy.

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[danydan]

i'm not made of china;;

i'm not made of glass;;

Brooke continued to eat the bread, loving every bite. Where had he been all of her life? God, food at the Wandering Goose paled in comparison to this. If her mother heard her think that, she’d probably skin her alive. Yes, she’d skin her own daughter. But Brooke was the best runner EVER and so all she had to think was ‘good luck.’ Brooke realized that she was suddenly starving. Okay, that was weird. She’d stopped at Starbucks for a brownie before coming here. How could she be so hungry all of a sudden? Brooke, feeling a bit disgusted with herself, bit her bottom lip to keep the next forkful of bread from reaching her mouth. This was rude. She should be getting to know Tristan, not making a complete fool of herself.

Brooke set the fork down and resisted eating more of the bread. Her name was beautiful? She’d never heard that before... Thank you,”[/color] she replied, trying to ignore the blush that’d spread across her cheeks. She nodded and shrugged at the same time. Brooke wasn’t easy to make a nickname out of. “I’m looking forward to it.” She really was. It’d be nice to have an actual nickname. Not those lame ones that only came from her personality. Brooke had just met him and he was already getting on her good side. The lighter incident was nearly forgotten. Not completely though and she knew she’d have to ask about it eventually. That could wait, though.

“I’m happy you made it,” she replied, almost cheesily. It was sort of a silly thing to say. Oh well, she’d already said it. “How long have you been cooking?”

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[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

he was a boy, she was a girl.[/size]

After she had finished, Tristan distracted himself by getting a slice for himself. He took out a plate and a fork and put the slice on the plate. He looked up at her and missed the bread with his fork the first time. The second time he got a piece. He chewed up the bread and ate another bite. It wasn't as moist as it could have been. He knew adding a bit more flour would probably do that. He made a mental note for next time.

“How long have you been cooking?”

"Fifte-" Tristan said with a full mouth. He swallowed and continued. "Fifteen years I should think." Tristan thought back to the day he made his first batch of cookies from scratch... he had to be five. His mom was keeping a close eye on him of course. She even risked getting food poisoning by trying one. He loved the smile and praise he got. That itself probably made him keep going.

He finished his bread and busied himself with wrapping the rest up. His tutor students loved when he brought food. He glanced over at her and couldn't help but laugh at her surprised face. "My mom is a professional chef," he explained. "She taught me all I know."

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[danydan]

i'm not made of china;;

i'm not made of glass;;

Brooke occasionally took more bites of the bread. She'd realized it was filled with ham and cheese. But what she hadn't figured out was how he'd done it. Sure, Brooke had been around food and people cooking for eighteen years. It was fascinating and she'd picked up a few tips. She knew how to make the basics, of course. It was just that cooking wasn't her thing like joking around or running. Cooking was something her mother did. She hadn't realized until just now how different her family members were from each other.

Brooke looked up, watching as Tristan ate his own slice of bread. Maybe he'd give her the recipe or teach her how to make it. That'd be nice. Wow, fifteen? She may have three years on him but it's not like she'd been doing the actual cooking. "Impressive," she said, a surprised look flashing across her face. Brooke could definitely be more into cooking if her mother wasn't so insane about it. "That's really cool," she added, deciding to leave out the whole family restaurant thing. It's not how she liked people to see slash know her. "What else do you know?" Brooke hoped the question would make sense.

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[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

he was a boy, she was a girl.[/size]

Tristan finished his bread and put the plate in the sink. He busied himself with cleaning up the dirty dishes. He smiled at Brooke's face. Most people didn't believe him when he said fifteen. I guess his bread swayed her.

Tristan began to hum again as Brooke finished her bread. He never likes silence. His last roommate on the other hand, never talked and gave him a horrible look when Tristan hummed. Hopefully, Brooke wouldn't mind, she seems like the talkative and social type. He hoped that this year he could learn to speak English enough to hold an intelligent conversation with someone. Although this conversation was nice. No frustrated people talking really slow to make Tristan feel stupid.

"That's really cool," she added, deciding to leave out the whole family restaurant thing. It's not how she liked people to see slash know her. "What else do you know?"

"Well for break fast I make a kind," Tristan smiled slyly,"You will find out." Tristan clicked the button on the dishwasher and sat down on the chair next Brooke. Though still hyper he tried not to fidget. He leaned forward so that there was only about a foot in between their faces
"What do you like to do?" he asked with curious eyes. "I know nothing about you."

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[danydan]

i'm not made of china;;

i'm not made of glass;;

oh no oh no!
i accidentally modified this post /:
i'll rewrite it later.

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[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

he was a boy, she was a girl.[/size]

The dishes clanked together as Tristan closed the door. Wait, Brooke had said something. A question. Tristan was about to ask her to repeat the question when she opened her mouth to speak again.
"I love breakfast,"

"So do I." he smiled. "I hope you like my breakfast."

He sat down and leaned in. She sat there a few minutes looking into his eyes. Tristan began to love the color blue her eyes were. He looked at her lips waiting for her to speak and found his mind going to other actions. He felt the intensity in the air for those few minutes. It wasn't that intensity you get when everyone in the room hates you, it was the kind that felt waaay too good. He couldn't describe it.

Brooke blinked a couple times before leaning back a few inches.

Oh no, what did he do? His mother said northerners were very stand-offish. Why did he get so close? Stupid, stupid, stupide! His smile became a neutral expression as he cursed his French habits. No wait, what was he doing? He loved being a French-Canadian. Why was he so angry about his roommate finding him weird. She was just another girl, right? Just another girl with pretty hair and a mind-boggling smile and-- ok, this was bad. He could not, would not like his roommate. What if they dated, That would be amazi-, and it didn't turn out going well? That could be would be bad. He wasn't going to say anything about his feelings. Nope. Nothing.

“Er,” she started, at a lost for words. What the hell! Brooke was never speechless! “I run. And take pictures.” Atta girl! “I actually sort of do both. At the same time.”


"Oh yes, I noticed your camera, its very nice," he stated his voice seeming miles away.

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[danydan]

i'm not made of china;;

i'm not made of glass;;

Brooke managed a weak smile. She was sure she’d like his breakfast. Brooke liked pretty much all food, no matter who it was made by or what it was. Her stomach had begun to do little flips with her recent spasm of nervous-ness. Tristan was really cute and she was beginning to realize it was going to be difficult seeing him as just a friend. Plus, there was the accent and the cooking thing and he was just super cool. It was awesome. Brooke watched his expression change at her slight movement. Eek! Had she offended him? Probably, her subconscious told her, and she nibbled on her bottom lip, worried. The last thing she wanted to do was offend him!

At the compliment on her camera, Brooke practically glowed. As simple as it’d been, she loved compliments. Brooke grabbed the camera and took a picture of him. It was sudden and close up and her favorite kind of shot. The unexpected ones were the very best. She was glad that the flash was off or else that could’ve hurt his eyes. Brooke turned the camera off and let it hang limply around her neck again. She didn’t like to look at the pictures with the person around. It seemed rude. “You’re very photogenic,” she said, a bit of an afterthought.

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CLOTHES;; bangle bracelets ftw
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CREDIT;; IXI STIX !! of CAUTION!!

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

he was a boy, she was a girl.[/size]

Tristan looked up at her again to see her biting her lip. It was cu-- something people did when their... nervous. Was he making her nervous, he hoped not. He was really hoping to make a good first impression with his roommate, even if she was la-girl. He hoped that Brooke didn't think he was a...."creeper." Is that what Victoria called it? His tutee how gave him the "low-down" on American customs. He probably should have taken notes or something.

He smiled when Brooke's face lit up.

LIT UP? ...REALLY TRISTAN?

Before Tristan could get frustrated properly there was a camera in his face. This must be how famous people felt. He smiled too late and watched as she let go of her camera. Was she not going to look at it? The people in the park always looked at their photos. She must have a different method.

“You’re very photogenic,”

Tristan tried to mask his confused face. Photowhat? Was that a compliment? She was smiling pretty nicely.
"Thank you!" he smiled. Hopefully, he was right. He didn't want to bug her with explaining.

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