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

[danydan]

i'm not made of china;;

i'm not made of glass;;

Brooke grinned, seeing passed his smile. “Photogenic. Meaning you look great in photographs,[/color]” she defined the term with a small nod. Then, she paused and realized this could be heard as an insult. Really, it could. You look great in photographs. As in, just photographs? Suddenly embarrassed, Brooke clasped her camera in a nervous sort of move. “N-not that it’s just in photographs![/color]” she stuttered, “I mean, you look great not in pictures, too![/color]” Oh, she was completely making a fool of herself. Why did it always have to be awkward, meeting your new roommate? Brooke cleared her throat and scooted her chair back before standing.

“So, erm...” she managed, rocking on her heels. What now? Maybe she could unpack? And still talk to him? Brooke fiddled with the buttons on her camera before looking behind her. “I think I’ll get all of my things put away,” she murmured, glancing back at him and smiling. Things were definitely going to be interesting this semester.

TAGS;; tristan!
MUSIC;; that's how you know - enchanted
LYRICS;; willa ford - innocent girl
CLOTHES;; bangle bracelets ftw
COUNT && NOTES;; 164 && sorry for the really short post
CREDIT;; IXI STIX !! of CAUTION!!

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

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

"Really? thank you." Tristan instinctively ran his fingers' through his hair and realized he was using his flirtatious voice. BAD bad bad BAD. Maybe he should just stuff another piece of bread in his mouth to get him to be quiet. Why couldn't his roommate be a boy or a girl who hated all things French? That would make this SO much less dramatic. Well... maybe not the French-hating girl but still...

But Brooke was soo nice and patient with his horrible English. She actually tried to talk to him and didn't ignore him. He should appreciate that he has a good roommate. But no, instead he has to fall head over heels for her. Great, faaaantastic.

“I think I’ll get all of my things put away,” she looked back at Tristan and smiled. Oh, this semester was going to be an interesting one. He could just feel it. He looked at his watch. His classes were going to start soon.... and he needed to change into his chef outfit. And his clothes were in there. Oh well, it won't take too long right?

"Right and I'll," he grabbed his lighter and opened it again. Zoning out, perfect. "do this."

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can I make it anymore obvious?[/font][/size]

lyrics: SK8tear Bio
Credit: skittles made this. don't steal!

[danydan]

i'm not made of china;;

i'm not made of glass;;

Brooke looked back and smiled, "you're welcome. " It was the least she could do after he'd made lunch, washed the dishes, and complimented her camera. Already, she felt like she owed him. It was going to be a different semester, an interesting relationship. She really wasn't quite sure how he felt about her. Not knowing things sucked. Brooke unzipped her bags and began putting things away, shoving shorts and tank tops into one drawer. In another, she put her pj's and undergarments (haha, what a funny word). One more drawer went her other clothes, the ones she didn't like wearing because they were constricting. Brooke tossed her extra pairs of shoes next to her bedside table. Brooke would have said something like i'm such a girl, but she wasn't really. Compared to some females she knew, this was half of what they owned.

Brooke looked to Tristan as he stated what he would do. At the sight of the lighter, her stomach twisted and she stood up straight. "So... " she said, trying to keep her tone calm. The last thing she wanted was to freak out at him again. "Do you smoke? " Brooke really, really hoped he didn't. That would be disastrous. In an attempt to get rid of her rising temper, she continued putting things away. Her camera, phone, music player, bangle bracelets on her bedside table. She was starting to get antsy. What time was it, anyway? She should start wearing a watch...

TAGS;; tristan!
MUSIC;; another one bites the dust - queen
LYRICS;; willa ford - innocent girl
CLOTHES;; bangle bracelets ftw
COUNT && NOTES;; 248
CREDIT;; IXI STIX !! of CAUTION!!

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

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

Tristan put his finger through the flame and saw it didn't hurt. Weird. He tried it again. No pain. Wasn't fire supposed to burn you? He closed the lighter and tidied up an already clean kitchen. He felt the coffee wearing off. Oh good, no more jumpiness. Although it probably wouldn't be the best for cooking class if he passed out.

He flicked open his lighter again. He was surprised it hadn't run out of fluid yet. In fact, the flame seemed to be bigger instead of smaller. Everything was so strange about fire, its-

"So... " she said, trying to keep her tone calm. The last thing she wanted was to freak out at him again. "Do you smoke? "

Tristan jumped slightly. Where did she come from? "Oh... you mean," he made a gesture with his two fingers like he was smoking a cigarette, "oh no, if I wanted to kill myself there are much easier and much faster ways." He frowned. Tristan's grandfather had died from lung cancer just because he worked with cigar smokers. So no smoking for him.

"Oh if you're done, I need to change for class, excuse me." Tristan said politely walking back to the room.

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can I make it anymore obvious?[/font][/size]

lyrics: Sk8r Boi
Credit: skittles made this. don't steal!

[danydan]

i'm not made of china;;

i'm not made of glass;;

Brooke's relieved sigh was audible. Thank God. Tristan wasn't a smoker. Which meant he wasn't an idiot. Phew. She was really quite satisfied now. Brooke gave him a crooked smile before realizing he was messing with the lighter... again. What was with him and that? Maybe he was a pyromaniac. That would be cool. "So, why do you keep playing with the lighter?" she asked, hoping she wasn't being to nosy. Brooke was an asker, though, and he would have to get used to it. Everybody else had. At his mention of class, she suddenly remembered that she had to get to her Business Management class. Oh great. Sitting.

She nodded distractedly and headed to the kitchen to give him some privacy. Brooke wondered what class he had right now. She didn't even know that classes required changing. Without her bangle bracelets, she had nothing to fidget with. Ah, great. Maybe she could raid the refrigerator. She was sort of thirsty. Yes, Mountain Dew! Brooke grabbed the can, cracking it open and taking a long draw. Ah, cold and refreshing. "What class do you have?" she called, leaning against the counter and counting the number of tiles on the kitchen floor.

TAGS;; tristan!
MUSIC;; that's how you know - enchanted
LYRICS;; willa ford - innocent girl
CLOTHES;; bangle bracelets ftw
COUNT && NOTES;; 201 & i figured the kitchen was part of the dorm?
CREDIT;; IXI STIX !! of CAUTION!!

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

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

"Achually, I 'ave no ideah." Tristan laughed. There really wasn't an explanation for his new hobby, it just appeared when he started college life. Maybe it was boredom. Not exactly the best explanation, but it's better than nothing, no? "I guezz I 'ave noting elze to do and fire iz su... interezting." He realized that probably made him seem 'interezting'. He looked up and walked back to his room.

He went through a checklist in his head.
Black pants... check
Shoes...check
Apron with nametag?... check
Shirt...

"What class do you have?" she called, leaning against the counter and counting the number of tiles on the kitchen floor.

Tristan shrugged on his button up shirt and grabbed his apron. He walked out of the room.
"Intro into profezzionle cooking. Itz not much of a clazz, itz more of, 'You work fur me and I give you an A.' but I steel learn a lut." he said. He looked at the clock on the microwave and quickly began buttoning his shirt. Can't be late, can't be late!

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can I make it anymore obvious?[/font][/size]

lyrics: SK8r Bio
Credit: skittles made this. don't steal!
Notes: I must say I fail at accents. Hopefully you won't be offended XD

[danydan]

i'm not made of china;;

i'm not made of glass;;

Brooke smiled and nodded, sort of understanding. There wasn’t anything she really did that she could relate to his reason. Did that make sense? No, probably not. Maybe her running could be described like that. Brooke shrugged to herself and took another sip of the soda. The sugar rush was sure to get to her soon. As a child, her mother often didn’t let her eat sugary things as they always sent her over the edge. She doesn’t handle it well and is bouncing off the walls for hours after. Not good, especially not with her next class. Brooke set the can down and told herself to finish it later, or not at all. “I see,” she said after a moment. “It’s definitely unique.”

Brooke turned in a full circle, looking for a clock. It would be a bad idea to be late to Business Management but her teacher had given her some leeway was she knew Brooke would be unpacking. Still, Brooke didn’t like to be late. Finding the time on the microwave, she realized she had maybe ten, fifteen minutes. Brooke turned back around and found herself looking at Tristan, shirtless. Her heart skipped a beat, but she assured herself that it was just surprise. Brooke could not like her roommate. It would just lead to trouble. She nodded, distractedly. “Well, that’s good. Sounds interesting,” Brooke answered. “I’ve got to head to Business Management...” And soon. Maybe their classes were in the same direction?
TAGS;; tristan!
MUSIC;; some movie with kirsten dunst
LYRICS;; willa ford - innocent girl
CLOTHES;; bangle bracelets ftw
COUNT && NOTES;; 246 && tehe
CREDIT;; IXI STIX !! of CAUTION!!

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

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

"Buzinezz Manugement eh? I took that lust semuster. I found it pretty buring until ze final project. That was pretty entertaining." Tristan buttoned up the rest of his shirt and grabbed his apron. Did he have everything? Tristan looked at his apron and a lightbulb went off. Nametag! You'd think by now she'd get everyone's name.

Tristan ran into his room and found in his dresser drawer. Walking back out of his room he looked up and saw Brooke. "We should meet up for lunzh today maybe. You know to git to know each othur." Tristan fixed his collar and walked towards the door.

"There's thiz place called Wandering Duck-- no wait that's for dinner, maybe the Pastry Maker? Anyway if that doesn't work, I'll see you..." he was about to say around but then realized. He cracked a smile. "tonight." He opened the door and walked out. Oh wait... Did that sound suggestive?

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can I make it anymore obvious?[/font][/size]

lyrics: SK8r Bio
Credit: skittles made this. don't steal!
Notes: I seriously think I'm using to many zs... oh well!

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