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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Jun 6, 2013 23:30:45 GMT -8
tagged: prince. time: May 7th 2012, 7:40. speech: hayden. notes: |': "But I don't want to be eaten by the giant pygmy whales..."
The brunette muttered in his sleep, tossing ever-so-slightly to the left as he hugged his pillow. They say that people look peaceful when they're sleeping, and while Hayden wasn't exactly the picture of total violence, peaceful... Yeah, it wasn't the right word to describe his state at the time. His russet tresses resembled a bird's nest in that moment in time, and his mouth was wide open while he slept. Furthermore, a rather flattering line of drool had managed to escape his oral cavity and trail onto the bedsheet.
Now let's add the fact that Hayden was completely in the nude, and it should now be completely evident as to why one wouldn't describe this scene as tranquil.
A pair of bright greens fluttered open, much like that of a princess awakening from her slumber. Confused eyes darted around the vicinity of the room. Wait, this... This wasn't his room back home, he thought with a frown. Back home in his apartment in LA, at least. Could it have been his actual room back in San Diego? Had the past week in Los Angeles been a dream? He blinked, rubbing his eyes as he sat up, and it was then when Hayden realised with a jolt that this was not his room in either abode.
For one, he was pretty certain that he-- what was this girl doing sleeping next to him?! The brunette almost fell out of his bed in shock, grabbing onto the bedpost for support as he inched backwards, realising that he'd... Oh nooo-- this wasn't what was supposed to happen-- had he really gotten that drunk at the party last night?
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Post by JAIME LEE on Jun 6, 2013 23:59:03 GMT -8
Giant pgymy whales?
That was an oxymoron if she had ever heard one. Jaime resisted the urge to snort while she remained prone on the side of her bed. Last night's house party had been a hit, with a well-stocked selection, great music for those physically coordinated and drunk alike. A handful of her cohort had persuaded her to come with and she obliged, an easy decision. Either way, she had gotten separated from her friends and gotten a little tipsy (read: drunk enough to have gotten into a bed with a stranger after shucking her jeans).
Ugh, she really needed to drink some water and find a toothbrush. Sleeping in last night's clothes hadn't been a great idea, Jaime wondered if she could sneak out without startling anyone— Then she heard the sheets rustle and the covers being pulled back frantically. It was when she turned towards the other, peeking out from one eye, hair mussed but still half-clothed. No private bits hanging out.
WHOOHOO! One for Team Modesty!
But she couldn't say the same for the guy though. He was cute. And horrifically traumatised, judging by his expression. Eyes wide and lips parted in shock. From the looks of things, he was naked under the white sheets and on the edge of a panic attack. Yum. Anywho, it was even too early for her to be a pervert right now after the previous night's shenanigans, drinking games were a bitch. She probably avoided a banging hangover by the skin of her teeth. But that didn't mean she was at 100 percent capacity.
Stretching leisurely, her tank top rode up slightly, revealing black panties, Jaime yawned and shot the russet-haired male a lazy smile. Wow, she could practically hear all his thoughts by just his expressions. He was broadcasting, leaking confusion and panic.
"Morning, sunshine. Did you sleep well?"
Somehow, even if she didn't quite do any touching, this kid made her feel like she had just wrongfully sullied his pure innocent soul. Or just scared the shit out of a puppy. Where was this guilt coming from? But she had to go the distance, since she was already here. So what if she was twenty-four? Jaime kneaded a shoulder, sighing.
"Man, I'm so sore."
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Jun 7, 2013 7:04:54 GMT -8
tagged: prince. time: May 7th 2012, 7:40. speech: hayden. notes: |': Memories started flooding back into his brain, the few images of what had happened the night before slowly wafting into his head like a swarm of killer bees. The invitation by a random high school acquaintance who he'd run into on the street, the strobe lights, the party music, the really good fruit punch that he hadn't been able to stop drinking no matter how hard he tried. He frowned. He'd had one cup, two cups, three-- four-- eight-- ten-- twenty-two-- And he couldn't really remember anything else after that except the fact that he'd felt like he urgently needed a bed and had proceeded to the guest room. But where was the inclusion of the girl in all this? Come to think of it, though, he'd been speaking to someone who'd seemed really nice all evening, but he couldn't remember her name or even what she looked like. Hayden's lips parted in shock when he realised that she was probably the one lying next to him.
Had he destroyed her virtue too?
W- wait! Maybe he hadn't destroyed her virtue. Maybe she had... What if she had something? What if it was something bad that he was going to get, and-- oh no had he even thought of using a condom the last night-- would he have been lucid enough? Hayden gulped. He couldn't very well ask her if she was contagious, right? Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, I've got a question-- got any STDs? No, that would have been rude, and besides, what if he had some illness that he could have unknowingly given her, not an STD of course because he'd never had sex, and he didn't remember anything, and it had probably been awful because he must have been completely drunk, so--
"I-- I'm so sorry!"
If Hayden had been a pleasing shade of pink before, at this point he was now the flaming colour of a London post box on fire. The brunette managed to blurt out the words as the girl got up from the bed, obviously clothed. Wait, she was clothed. Could that have meant that they hadn't done anything? But then she started kneading her shoulder, declaring that she was sore... Okay, longtime exposure to Gabi and Leon (mostly Gabi) had told him that soreness was definitely an indication that they'd been boinking. Hayden buried his head in a pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. His first time, and he couldn't remember anything.
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Post by JAIME LEE on Jun 7, 2013 7:36:22 GMT -8
Oh dear, maybe she had taken it too far. Jaime watched as his entire face flushed crimson, the color spreading down to his neck and across the wing of his collarbone. That guilt she mentioned just now? It just came back twice-fold but it was too damn funny.
Especially when he had blurted out a clumsy apology that was just so sincere.
She wouldn't even be too surprised if he used "gosh darn it" instead of "fuck" to swear. Or well, try to. This was just too precious. He felt like he belonged to the 1940s. Jaime took a long sweep of his current situation and expression, and just couldn't take it anymore.
The med school student threw back her head and laughed, a little too hard because she subsequently fell off her side of the bed, long legs akimbo as she still continued her cackling fit. The way this was playing out, she might as well have been the one who had 'corrupted' him, so to speak.
It was a while before she could even pick herself up, raucous laughter trickling into chuckles. Jaime wiped a few tears away and settled back on the mussed sheets, sighing as she gave him another glance.
He was the textbook case of utter bewilderedness.
"I—" Jaime had to clench her jaw to stop her urge to giggle from bubbling over, "I'm just screwing with you." The ensuing reaction on his face told her that it had been a bad word choice and she raised both of her hands, palms facing him, in a peaceful gesture.
"Nothing happened, okay? You didn't sully my 'innocence' as you obviously thought you did." A grin tugged at her lips. The afterthought that she probably wouldn't mind that at all was kept to herself. She didn't think he could take anymore shocks. Med school came in handy sometimes.
"We just slept in the same bed, that's all. You were knocked out by the time I came in, I was tired, so I climbed into that side. That's all. I swear." Jaime crossed over skin where her heart thumped away and rearranged her features into the most solemn expression she could manage.
Which wasn't really the most trustworthy, if she had to be honest.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Jun 7, 2013 8:07:39 GMT -8
tagged: prince. time: May 7th 2012, 7:40. speech: hayden. notes: |': Before Hayden could say anything else in the line of apologies regarding the horrors of what he had probably inflicted upon the poor girl the previous night, she started to laugh. Yes, laugh, throwing her long black mane back and cackling to the point where she literally-- "Are you okay?" he exclaimed as she rolled off the bed, and at the sight he immediately bounded over to the other end of the bed to help her up, extending a hand so she could get back up on her feet. The brunette waited a few seconds for her to take it, before realising something very essential: he was still completely in the nude.
Oops.
The red post box on fire was now covered in molten lava from a volcano that had previously been dormant for five million years. Hayden felt his entire face burn with shame as he quickly grabbed hold of the sheets with his other hand, using the white covers to hide his privates. His hand was still outstretched as she picked herself up, and for a moment he had it still hanging there before he withdrew it, using it to help shield his manhood. At this point, he was wondering whether he simply had terrible luck when it came to matters of this sort. First there had been his butt on the Internet, and now his clothes had all somehow disappeared! Hayden was so embarrassed that he was still blushing as the girl launched into her explanation, and his eyes and mouth widened into 'O's as she told him the truth of what had happened that night.
"Oh."
That was all that he could muster as he continued to kneel where he was, infamous backside completely uncovered.
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Post by JAIME LEE on Jun 7, 2013 8:56:29 GMT -8
This one was definitely a sweetheart, Jaime mused with a grin; she almost felt bad for whatever she had done. He had reached over to help her up but he seemed to have realised that he was completely buck naked under the sheets and that he was going to expose himself if he moved anymore.
Damn it, it's a pity that she's not being shown more but she'll let him have a moment to recover before his brain melted in his head. The shade of red on his face is literally reaching dangerous levels of saturation and tone.
It wouldn't be good to have a death by embarrassment on her hands and she had already explained everything!
She then looked around and realised that there wasn't any article of male clothing anywhere. Oh. That could be another reason why he's sitting there, unmoving, and praying for a miracle. Or maybe even a time machine. Jaime guessed that the preservation of his innocence now fell in her hands. Well, she wasn't that bad of a person.
Straightening, she unabashedly located her jeans and dressed herself, before turning around to size him up again. After a few moments, she grinned and then issued an order of sorts.
"Stay here. I'll be right back."
The door shut behind her with a soft click and then she tiptoed across the hallway, familiar with the interior since it wasn't her first party in this house. Jaime sneaked into a room, knowing that her friend was going to be out like a light with the amount of alcohol he consumed to impress a couple of giggling freshers despite being a Ph.D. student. Anyways, back to what she was here for.
The guy lived her, and this was his room, plus he was kind of the same size as the adorable naked puppy she just left in the other room. She sneaked in, smirking when she spotted a messy head of blonde hair beside a close cropped brunet peaking out from the duvet.
They were sleeping rather soundly, she doubted an earthquake would wake them.
Jaime crept to the drawers and grinned to herself when she found what she was looking for: T-shirts and jeans. The would-be thief grabbed a selection and fled. Then it occurred to her that Ryan had sex without locking his door. Living on the edge, that one.
The CIT student quickly made her way back and dumped her loot on the bed.
"I wasn't sure what you liked, so I grabbed a bunch. Don't worry, the owner's a friend of mine and he owes me a couple of favours. He wouldn't even notice these missing. Take your pick!" Then she grinned unapologetically, "I didn't get you any underwear because I don't think you'd wear his anyways."
Without a warning, she walked into the adjacent bathroom to rinse out her mouth and to give him a chance to get dressed. As much as she would have liked to stay and watch but eh, she didn't think the puppy would allow.
Sad times.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Jun 7, 2013 9:28:51 GMT -8
tagged: prince. time: May 7th 2012, 7:40. speech: hayden. notes: |': Where in the world had his clothes gone? He could vaguely remember thinking that it was a good idea to throw them out a window, but he wasn't sure if that had been what he'd genuinely done or whether it had just been his over-active imagination. At least he was lucky enough to not get hung over, he thought as he rubbed his temples with his free hand. For a moment, he thought of asking whether she'd seen any stray shirts or jeans lying around, but it was then when she asked him to stay put before darting out the door, not even giving him space to say something along the lines of 'please don't leave me naked here'.
All he could do was collapse onto the bed once again, covering his modesty with the sheets as he stared into the ceiling and contemplated his reason for existence.
In the midst of his solving the mysteries of the universe, a rather familiar voice beckoned. Hayden's eyes darted towards the door to see that this mysterious girl had arrived with some-- "Where did you get the clothes?" he asked, but all she stated was that the owner of the clothes owed her a bunch of favours. He was about to protest, and he began shaking his head from side to side, wanting to point out that it would have been rude to just take them that way when he realised that the alternative was worse: he certainly didn't want to walk out with only the sheets. As a total 180 from what he'd been doing earlier, Hayden started to nod.
"Ah, thank you!" he said, smiling as she went into the adjacent bedroom. Wait, he realised, blinking once or twice in horror. She hadn't gotten him underwear-- he didn't have any underwear-- okay, he could drive home without any. At least he had some clothes, and sadly, he was no stranger to being more exposed that he would like. He'd been friends with Gabi for so long that he was no stranger to looking like an ass. Quickly pulling on the first items of clothing on top of the pile, Hayden made a mental note to pay Ryan back somehow as he threw the shirt and slacks on. A little mismatched, he thought with a frown. He was no fashion maven but he was quite certain that he wasn't supposed to wear stripes and spots together. He slipped off the slacks, putting on a pair of dark jeans instead. They looked expensive: he sincerely hoped that Ryan wouldn't miss them too much.
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Post by JAIME LEE on Jun 7, 2013 10:04:40 GMT -8
Puppy. Puppy.
Jaime resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks but she didn't think that it was going to be anymore appropriate than pulling his pants down in their current situation. It didn't take him long to get dressed and she came out of the bathroom feeling better. He looked alright in the looted clothes but she preferred him naked.
A troll face meme right here would be great, thank you very much.
But she kept that little tidbit to herself once again and shot the male (very much a fresher, she could smell it) a bright grin. She was hungry and no one was gonna stop her from getting waffles from Roscoe's.
"Be very quiet... everyone is still dead to the world."
The boy nodded at her and the two of them slipped out without much fuss. The house was in a mess, a logical situation after a successful gathering but she really didn't pity the people in charge of cleaning up later. However, it wasn't her business so therefore adios! It had been a pretty good night. They walked to the car park and it was then she realised her bike wasn't with her today when they began to spilt their ways to different sections, him to his car probably and she to the motorcycle area.
Oops.
Well, looks like she was going to spend some more precious time with this boy. Jaime turned back and gave the kid a crooked grin.
"Hey, could you do me a favour and give me a lift? I didn't bring my bike along with me last night. I'd really appreciate it—"
Her stomach choose that particular moment to rumble and growl in reminder. She checked her watch. Crap, those waffles aren't going to wait for her. It was almost noon and that place was going to teem with people after they didn't get there quickly enough. So she dug her heels in and shamelessly held out a hand.
"Since we're going get to know each other a lot better, I'm Jaime. Nice to meet you. The grin didn't leave her face. She was just too hardened against embarrassment after all the shenanigans she'd pulled thus far in her life. So she turned her hand to have her palm face skywards.
"This is a little unorthodox but since we're on a good start," Another grin made an appearance on her face, "Can I have your keys? There's a promotion with Roscoe's today, they make the best waffles, I swear but we have to get there soon if we want any. And I promise you we'll stop over for a quick underwear purchase for your sake."
Jaime injected a lot of sincerity in her next words, eyes pleading, "Pretty please."
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Jun 7, 2013 16:55:41 GMT -8
tagged: prince. time: May 7th 2012, 7:40. speech: hayden. notes: god modding in previous post was permitted \o/ Now that he was fully clothed and fully dressed, Hayden was coherent enough to nod and quickly slip out after the girl. The house was in complete shambles, and he glanced at the other, about to ask whether they should perhaps stay back and clean up before she darted to the parking lot. Hayden followed, starting to walk towards where his car had been parked when the girl suddenly asked for a lift.
"A- ah--"
The brunette gulped. He'd just met her, and he'd heard that it was a bad idea to take hitchhikers around in case they ended up being serial killers or something. But she'd given him clothes, right? That was probably a good sign, and she seemed really nice and friendly. Still, she was still a stranger. He didn't even know her name. As though she was on cue, though, she introduced herself as Jaime, before asking for his keys.
Yes, asking for his keys. If this didn't sound dangerous, Hayden didn't know what it was! Maybe she was going to crash his car on purpose and destroy it before killing him and selling his bones on the black market, and then blackmailing them with the rest of his ashes? Or maybe she just really wanted to try driving, he wasn't sure. Either way, it would have been rude for Hayden to not at least introduce himself. Maybe he'd think about the driving... Maybe.
"I'm Hayden. Nice to meet you... Even if it was a bit weird when we met. Heh," he grinned sheepishly. Waffles did sound really good though, and while he could probably get directions from her and drive there, it would probably be a lot harder for him to do that. The boy found himself nodding despite his gut instincts, getting into the car and passing her his keys before getting into the other side. This was going to be fun. Right?
"Be careful, okay?" he smiled.
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Post by JAIME LEE on Jun 8, 2013 2:57:47 GMT -8
"Weird is just another way of saying 'storytime worthy', in my opinion," Jaime grinned, fingers closing over the keys. "You're not going to regret this, those are going to be the best waffles and chicken you'll ever have. You up for it?"
That had been a cute sheepish grin; did he usually turn everyone around him to Asian grandmothers, who puttered around exclaiming skinniness and good looks by pinching everywhere. Jaime took that expression as an affirmative and they got into a black Accura MDX, not too flashy but still nice. V6 engines, 3.7cc, and hardy. All in all, not too bad.
Be careful? Jaime nodded, twisting the key and she felt the car come to live under her hands. As much as she would love to hit the gas on this baby and pretend to be in an F1 race, Jaime respected property (some) and so she stayed within the speed limit. She didn't think he would appreciate another probable heart attack, even if she was a med student and CPR with this dude wouldn't be too much of a chore.
And because she's nice, she strikes up conversation as she shifted gears.
"So what are you studying and in which college?"
The answer she was going to get was not something she had expected.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Jun 8, 2013 6:13:31 GMT -8
tagged: prince. time: May 7th 2012, 7:40. speech: hayden. notes: \o/ Hayden had been on the Internet enough (and by that he meant legitimately exploring the Internet, not having photos of his butt on the Internet, though sadly the latter also applied) to have done some sort of research about the car he drove, and while it did all sound really good and dandy, he didn't know just how good and dandy it was-- he knew the facts and knew what they were in comparison to other cars, but it had never really struck him just what he could have done with it if he'd wanted to. In many ways, Hayden was like that: he had a lot of potential when it came to his looks, his brains, his everything, but had no idea how to harness it. Sometimes, it was charming, and sometimes, it left him completely thrown off for a loop. He watched as she shifted gear, and asked him what college he was in. All Hayden could do was give her a sheepish grin.
"Err... Actually... I'm not in college yet. I start at CalTech in September, though," he tacked on, hoping that would make matters better. The engine revved up and Hayden instinctively turned up the radio, wondering what was on the airwaves this morning. What came out however was definitely far from what he'd expected--
"This one is for the boys with the booming systems! Top-down AC with the cooling systems!"
The dulcet tones of Nicki Minaj filled the car, and he flushed. Oh no, he'd forgotten that he'd had his 'songs-to-rap-to' album on, he thought as he lunged forward, slamming the button to turn it off! That... That was even more embarrassing, almost as bad as being naked. Hayden buried his head in his hands. This was turning out to be a very embarrassing day, like every other day of his life.
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Post by JAIME LEE on Jun 11, 2013 8:31:31 GMT -8
Starting in September—
Jaime paused and ignored the little voice in her head that accused her of being a cougar. Six years' difference. Well, that's something new. Either way, it's not a crime to appreciate from afar. You just can't touch, that's all. Besides, waffles are all she's capable of being interested right now.
"I'm in CalTech as well," The med student recovered with a smile, eyes still firmly kept on the road. It wouldn't be a good idea to give him another opening for a heart attack. She wondered if she should tell him exactly what she was studying but before she could even continue, the radio was switched on and Nicki Minaj's distinctive rapping came onto air.
Again, that was something new.
Plus, she didn't need to see to know that the kid was probably blushing his ass off and a side glance told him that she was right, the tips of his ears red as he buried his face into his hands. Adorable, really.
"Nice song," her smile turned into a shit-eating grin but hey, music's music and each to their own. Why give a shit what others thought about your taste when the very notion of music choice is such a personal thing. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, honestly. So tell me, what are you expecting your way in college?"
While she enjoyed amusement at others' expenses rather often, the kid's had a rough day and could probably use a break. Besides, what freshman wouldn't be full of expectations and excitement? God, it was a while ago when she began her post-high school education but she did remember the anticipation, the churning at the pits of her stomach as her first day drew closer.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Jun 12, 2013 1:52:07 GMT -8
tagged: prince. time: May 7th 2012, 7:40. speech: hayden. notes: \o/ At least Hayden had decided to turn off the radio instead of changing CD. Before he'd left his best friend had kindly made a mixtape for him, containing equally embarrassing music such as Friday and Drop It Like It's Hot, with How Do I Live as its crowning gem. Yet some days, when he missed Gabi and San Diego and the comforts of a time when things were easier, he would put the CD on; it wasn't as though she wouldn't be able to visit him at all, and she would be joining him nearer the start of the school year, but he definitely did miss her. He wasn't sure how Jaime would have reacted to hearing that though, but from how she was reacting to his music, it would... Hopefully be okay? Hayden gulped, still pink. He wasn't even sure whether she was being sarcastic or not.
"I'm not even sure what to expect, to be honest." That was the truth. He knew that he'd get more freedom, more liberty to do what he wanted when he wanted, but he was already starting to feel it. And despite it being somewhat hard, despite his having to cook (or fail to cook) his own meals and pay the bills, living by himself was nice. Sure, chores were a pain and he was with each day coming to realise just how spoiled he'd been with his maids and servants, but he liked having the freedom of having to answer to nobody.
His phone was still on perpetual silent, however. His sister was still calling him at least twenty times a day, and he still hadn't picked up the phone to answer, giving her nothing save for a text message every couple of days or so telling her that he was okay.
"I'm... I'm just looking forward to learning what I can, and meeting lots of new people. I heard it's really tough though," Hayden added. "I'm not sure whether I'll be able to cope, but all I can do is my best, right? I think it'll be fun."
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Post by JAIME LEE on Jun 12, 2013 2:26:50 GMT -8
At least the kid was going in with some sort of grounded expectations, general, yes, but all in all, vague and up in the air was the right approach. Especially if you didn't really know what you wanted to do, not everyone was lucky enough to know exactly what their calling was. For Jaime, it took a vehicular accident and a loss of a relative to attain that, but that was history.
She wasn't going to regal him with her stories, not when he's got his to write soon. Sometimes, you just have to give a person their space, for personal growth and whatnot. The whole 'I can show you the world' shebang was a little overrated; if you've got all four functioning limbs, what's stopping you?
Though a little spontaneous adventure must be had every so often.
Jaime quirked a corner of her lips when he brought up his uncertainty regarding his ability to cope, as they turned a corner left into another street. How did you think she came across the best waffle and chicken store in all of LA without looking it up on the internet? The whole process involved some drag queens, lost heels and three am bitch sessions about wigs and how some men knew make up better than a woman could ever hope for.
"It's one thing thinking that you can, and another knowing that you will. Have a little faith, you got accepted, didn't you?" She wasn't unaware of their mutual college's national and international ranking. "The hard part's over and you'll see the wonder of pass/fail classes."
After this one last bit, she swore. "You've got the right opinion- at least the one that I'd agree with. Not expecting anything when it comes to college, besides the academic requirements. The best things that happen usually announce their arrival with the force and speed of a professional NFL side tackle. Now those are fun. Try everything once and you'll be set for epic uncle/father/grandfather hood. Plus, it would save you a lot of heart attacks in the future when it comes to your kids because you'll always know that you didn't die from your college shenanigans and so they shall survive too. But that's just me looking into the future."
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Jun 12, 2013 4:40:12 GMT -8
tagged: prince. time: May 7th 2012, 7:40. speech: hayden. notes: \o/ He didn't know whether this was secondhand embarrassment left over from his earlier display of public nudity, but as soon as the words left his mouth, Hayden felt himself flush again. That had probably sounded completely stupid, hadn't it? The brunette sighed, eyes drifting out to glance out of the window. He really wished that he was less socially inept a lot of the time, but it was hardly his fault. Once you hit a certain age you were supposed to stop blaming your parents, he knew, or at least the people that raised you-- but he couldn't help but wonder whether he'd be a more functional human being if he hadn't been token rich kid, Hayden Green. It wasn't that he wasn't grateful for the resources his childhood and the amount of material wealth he'd had, not at all! But he just wished that he'd been around people his age more, he supposed? Wow, it really did sound bratty if he put it that way. Subconsciously, he began to hang his head in shame, before the other spoke, and bright greens drifted up to meet chocolate browns.
"I suppose." Hayden nodded. "The pass-fail classes will make it easier on me, but it doesn't mean that I'm not worried. It's okay, all I can do is try and I'll see where I go from there. As long as I work hard and do my best, I'm sure that I can put my hand on my heart and I'll feel good about it." Because even if his best wasn't good enough, at least he tried, right? "Besides, I'll have my best friend with me-- both of them. One of them is really smart, so hopefully he'll be able to teach me anything I don't know. Leon's really clever."
"He knows everything!"
Hayden continued to nod as Jaime kept doling out her sagely advice about college. Of course she'd know well, she'd been there as a fresher herself. "Which house are you in?" Hayden asked. "Which one would you recommend I joined?"
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Post by JAIME LEE on Jun 12, 2013 7:05:32 GMT -8
This one was a character. For once, Jaime was at a loss; she wasn't quite sure whether to make fun of him or just take him home. As a puppy, of course, get your minds out of the gutter. And at the reverent tone of his voice when it came to revealing the extent of this mysterious Leon's knowledge, Jaime was also inclined to believe Hayden, purely from the sheer awe she could hear.
"You're on the right track," Jaime made a left this time, "And honestly, no one expects you to know everything. The term 'college student' comes with a little leeway, especially when it comes to making mistakes. You're going to be a freshman! Reinvent yourself, make a promise to do one new thing everyday-- whatever you want. But enough rambling from me."
A wry smile graced her features as he asked about the House system. Judging from what she's seen so far, he was going to be a Lloydie, the house where everyone was pretty much super nice and sang Kumbayah whenever appropriate or not. After all, the motto was "I live and die for those I love".
Intense stuff.
Completely avoiding the question of her House or her lack therefore, Jaime distracted the boy with a little more general knowledge. "You get a chance at trying out every House for a week each. Rotation. It really does depend on the person, on how you feel in the House, and not what others recommend. Great opportunity to meet even more people. You'll have fun."
How did she go back to being Yoda again?
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Jun 12, 2013 7:28:19 GMT -8
tagged: prince. time: May 7th 2012, 7:40. speech: hayden. notes: |': Ah, right! Of course you weren't supposed to pick what house you wanted to be in-- or hovse, if he was correct of some of the older houses. He'd done some reading up on the culture of the different houses but didn't really know which one would suit him the best, so he supposed he'd just do what Jaime said and roll with it. Hayden took in her advice, leaning back in the seat. It felt a little strange not driving his own car, but it was nice to sit back and let someone lead him for once. Besides, he knew the roads that they were going by! It wasn't like she was going to kidnap him and throw him to the wolves or something. Hayden grinned.
This was turning out to be a good day despite its bad start. His stomach hadn't even made the embarrassingly loud growly noise it did when he was hungry yet, which was a relief to say the least. But since she was in CalTech too, questions, questions! If she didn't mind answering them, that was.
"Ah, sorry to trouble you with even more questions," the boy piped up, "But what clubs do you recommend I join? I mean, I really like swimming, and tennis, but I was thinking maybe I'd join something new? What did you do as a freshman?"
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Post by JAIME LEE on Jun 13, 2013 2:11:14 GMT -8
Oh my, even more questions and here she thought she was boring him. By the look of things, the kid's getting comfortable, grinning as he settled into his seat. "Hey hey, don't be a stranger now." Jaime returned the grin, "If you want to ask questions, by all means do. It's the least I can do for you since you lent me your car and all."
Well, now Jaime knew where that physique came from, all that swimming and tennis. She could always appreciate a well-maintained body and a cute face. Who wouldn't?
"I'm not exactly a club kind of gal but I do know for sure that we've got a swim club... not so sure about tennis though. Frankly speaking, we've got a pretty good range of clubs ranging from the usual to the weird to the cool stuff. Paragliding could be a trip. If you want to do something related to entrepreneurship, that's not difficult either. So it's, once again, a matter of trying things out. I tinkered with cars and bikes during my freshman year, it was partially a job but I had fun, good break from college days."
Finally the sign of the eatery was in sight and Jaime quickly parked the car in the lot a few buildings away. They got out of the car quickly and the doctoral student could hear the angels sing because she can finally have her waffles. It's not a joking matter when it came to certain things with her, and waffles was one of them.
"You never know," she shot him another cheeky smile, "You might even end up creating your own club."
Jaime would have tacked on a teasing "Nudists Association" but reducing him to a blubbering blushing mess would mean more time between her and her first bite of waffle. Which is a big no-no.
"I don't know about you but I'm starving. Come on," she waved him on, "You can put me through the Spanish Inquisition over some food. I promise I won't run."
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Jun 13, 2013 9:06:56 GMT -8
tagged: prince. time: May 7th 2012, 7:40. speech: hayden. notes: |': "P- paragliding?" With that word, Hayden's eyes lit up. That certainly sounded very exciting. He'd met a pilot a few days ago, and while the safety of a plane was cool and all, it was different from gliding freely through the air, soaring and flying, without a star in heaven that he couldn't reach. (What, he'd enjoyed the music-- the High School Musical soundtrack might or might not have been the third CD in his collection.) Jaime parked the car, and Hayden got out of it, glancing up at the sign that advertised the eatery. He felt his stomach rumble again, and he flushed.
Okay, maybe so the day wasn't turning out so well after all. Hopefully Jaime hadn't heard that, though he was quite certain that she wouldn't have missed it. It was so loud that it would have put an airport of fighter jets to shame. Luckily, Jaime seemed to be as hungry as he was, and Hayden nodded at her statement, rushing up to the eatery. The two of them were quickly ushered to a table as soon as they walked in, and Hayden sat down across her with a large, grateful grin, resting his head on his hands. Green eyes scanned the menu as he looked through the options.
"Any recommendations? It all sounds so good right now. I could go for anything, really! The sweet or the salty. Or maybe I could do a half and half..." Hayden continued to blabber excitedly over the menu while waiting for the waitress to come over. A petite woman with a giant bun on her head soon approached them and he turned towards Jaime, wondering whether there was any special procedure to how they were supposed to do this. Probably not, but you never knew right?
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Post by JAIME LEE on Jun 13, 2013 9:22:54 GMT -8
The kid was endearing himself to her quickly. Judging by how his eyes brightened at the mention of paragliding, he might just be an adrenaline junkie, most likely a budding one who had just grew his wings. She had to grin to herself when she heard his stomach announce its need for sustenance. It was a pretty impressive growl at that.
Hers growled in agreement and both of them were in the establishment within seconds, the savoury aroma of fried chicken and the warm sweetness of maple syrup hit their senses. Jaime suppressed a groan and grabbed a menu, scouring the contents for choices. Damn, everything just looked too good.
Who knew chicken and waffles would make such a good marriage?
She looked up and caught his eye, he gave him a grin that was all cute, greens sparkling and what not. He was excited to be in a chicken and waffles place; granted this was a fucking amazing restaurant but the fact that he was treating this as a novel experience that he'd remember for the rest of his life made her like this kid just a little more. Then the lady came to take their orders and his grin turned into a tentative side glance that was half puppy and half indecision. Jaime quirked a corner of her lips, "Half and half sounds good. Can't go wrong with sweet and salty. Wait till you try the chicken with a bit of maple syrup. That stuff is mind blowing." Jaime grinned rakishly, "I might go for the Obama Special, I could use something presidential."
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