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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 11, 2014 0:17:47 GMT
Belle Dupree: "Why, thank you." Happily, Belle took his offering, biting on the sandwich with a small smile and leaning a bit on her feet to see the piano. Her eyebrows raised encouragingly while she finished chewing. "I wish I could've heard you playing. I love the sound of piano," she commented, moving towards the other side of the Baby Grand and running her fingers tips over the sleek, beautiful edge the instrument. "It's so romantic and lovely," her eyes met his, still smiling as she pressed down on one of the keys. With a giggle at her work, having finished off the piece of sandwich, "But I was never able to learn how to play."
"Do you like playing?" she asked him, eyes curiously flickered over his face to register for any sort of answer. It was okay if he didn't talk to her, but she still wanted to know the answers to her questions if she could find them in his features. Right before she was going to ask him if he'd play for her, the high pitched squeal of the bell rang, meaning the end of lunch, and Belle sighed. "Stupid clock," she turned back to James, her lips parted in a sweet grin. "I have to get to class," she shouldered her bag more, picking it up from its spot on the floor and facing James. Her hands tightened around the fabric of her skirt, pulling tightly as her feet dances a bit in place. "Maybe I'll see you around sometime, James?" she offered, slowly taking steps back towards the door so she wasn't late for her class on the other side of the school. She didn't want to seem rude, so she stopped and waited for some sort of answer from him with her fingers still brushing her bag strap.
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Post by shades on Feb 11, 2014 0:44:48 GMT
James Skyes ; ; James blinked, barely registering the bell and more on her voice. He looked up, then over at her quietly. His mouth moving silently, swallowing back the lump that always was there during school; the lump that kept him silent around his peers. His mind was trying to form and congregate words, but all it managed was a strangled, “okay.” He was still sitting, making no motion to move and go to the Special Education room he so often sat in with the other students deemed ‘dumb’ and by doctors ‘lacking’.
When she left, James slowly stood up; folding the baggie neatly and carrying it with him to the trash can in the hallway. Making sure no one was around, he wasn’t lucky for one girl to call out “hey freak!” but no one came towards. Which was okay, James can handle and ignore the crude words of others; his mind had trouble formulating them anyways.
But there were few people he wanted to hear, he wanted to talk back too, he wanted to be normal around. His blue-gray eyes glanced around the empty room shoulders slumping towards a seat and putting his head on his arms. Drifting off, Mrs. Roland had to shake James later in order to get the boy to do his extra math practice. But it was too difficult and he ended up pushing it away for later, or never, whichever was fine.
Getting home, he slipped his skateboard by the door where it usually perched. Silent feet trotted past where his mother was nosing through the bills, going to his blue, gray, and black room. Guitars were perched on the wall, and it was quite musical with a stand and instruments in a single spot and were always in that spot until they were played. James always played an instrument once a week, it was routine, but he was also inclined to play some more than others. That was how his mind worked.
Saturdays he went to the library with his mom and helped her out.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 11, 2014 1:24:22 GMT
Belle Dupree: Saturday's were the only days Belle had off from practice and school - and yet she found herself going to the library to study. She'd always been pretty good at school, but never anything special, having to work pretty hard just to get straight B's. Juilliard wasn't too interested in schooling, though if you were below average in any of your classes they thought you were below their standards and wouldn't accept you. So most times she had to use her free day doing homework and such, like today.
Her cute foral flats and flowy sun dress kind of matched her dapper mood; she was almost in a trot as she walked towards the tall brick building in the center of town. Belle had always been a fan of walking places, instead of driving, because when she was little she was in a car accident that broke her left arm. It still startled her sometimes, especially when Matty had to drive her places, so walking gave her a better alternative and provided her with much needed thinking time.
Pushing open the large doors leading inside, her eyes adjusted to the calm and collected building where it was mostly silent and hushed around. Her feet led her towards the front desk, where Lauren Skyes was perched by the computer, looking over her nose at the screen. "Hi," Belle said sweetly, "I'm looking for some books on women's roles in the Great Depression? Do you by chance know where those might be?" she asked the pretty blond, admiring her looks for her weary sort of age. Not old, but not young anymore. She was still very stunning to Belle.
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Post by shades on Feb 11, 2014 1:39:40 GMT
James Skyes ; ; Holding a stack of books, James usually was sorting through them numerically and then by color. The book shelves were lined and neat, because when James Skyes came he would skim through and do such. Each book was heavy as he was in the non-fiction section and these books were heavy. Placing one on the shelf, tipping back ever so slightly as it wobbled.
James looked past the shelves where his mom was working, noticing a familiar shape, figure, and hearing the same garble of words. Blue eyes widened as his head snapped back, looking away and trying to find where the next book; balancing the books on one hand as he shoved the next one in the pocket between books.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 11, 2014 2:04:40 GMT
Belle Skyes: "Why of course," Lauren smiled at her, leaning to her left to see James down the isle nearby. He wasn't completely helpless, and knew his way around the library more then she did which was stay by the computer and sort things there. She called to him, "James honey, come here and help me."
She was typing up some things on the computer as Belle heard the familiar new name she'd learned that week, looking over her shoulder towards where the nice lady had looked to and seeing James Skyes there. With a smile, she waved at him, sparking Lauren's attention from her computer screen.
"Do you know James?" she asked Belle, who had turned back around as she started talking with the grin still on her cheeks. Belle nodded, "Yeah, we met this week. Are you related to him?"
Lauren's mouth almost fell open, thinking a GIRL? And then clearing her throat. "Oh um, yes. I'm his mother."
Belle's lips only grew more into a smile. "Oh really? Yeah, we met on Friday. He sure is something," she didn't say it harshly or bitterly or like she judged him. Belle was honestly intrigued by James and to see him again made her a bit excited, turning to look at him again, then back to Mrs. Skyes.
"Yeah," Lauren sounded far off, her eyebrows furrowed. "He's something."\
A GIRL?
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Post by shades on Feb 11, 2014 2:20:51 GMT
James Skyes ; ; Shyly, James made his way over with stacks of books; each skim of his eyes found a book out of place and he soon was pulling them out as he passed. One or two was merely a few shelves down, but most belonged on the opposite end of the library. Soon he had accumulated a larger than he started with stack of books.
When he placed them on the desk, James immediately began sorting them quietly. But his mother knew the boy’s attention was fully on her, and he would listen to what she wanted him to do. But he also had to organize these books or he would go crazy, stacking and un-stacking, color and numbers. His blue eyes tried to ignore Belle, the light red tint to his cheeks still evident. Maybe Belle would think it was just his embarrassment of his mother, but really it was her finding him again.
He wasn’t used to meeting the same nice person twice (except his parents and Drew and David), James was honestly feeling a tingly feeling at her kindness and interest in him. Foot tapping constantly, and knee knocking against the desk in a beat and the stacking was the rhythm.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 11, 2014 2:34:18 GMT
Belle Dupree: Belle smiled at him though didn't press him to say more, looking back at his mom expectantly.
Lauren realized she'd been eying the girl, clearing her throat and shuffling her papers on her desk aimlessly. "Um, right. Great Depression. Woman's roles. They are in section A400, James. Could you show...?" Belle's name escaped her.
She quickly interceded, "Belle, Belle Dupree."
Of course Lauren knew of the Dupree family; she'd gone to high school with the deceased Angela Dupree. Lauren felt herself smile, liking this girl a bit and feeling more relaxed. "Belle, where that is?" Lauren's gaze flashed to James urging him to look up and confront this girl who was seemingly nice and -ahem - wealthy. Of course Lauren Skyes thought of that crap.
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Post by shades on Feb 11, 2014 2:57:37 GMT
James looked up at his mother, bobbing his head in silent obedience. Grabbing the books, with one glance and flick of his head, the young man was walking towards the other end of the non-fiction section; sometimes pausing to arrange and gather a stray book. Using one arm to clumsily cling onto the already large stack he had.
Even his step had a beat to it, like and each time he had to pause there would continue to be some form of music and pattern to him and around him. Whether it was the knock of the knees, tapping of the foot, or drumming of a finger; James had to be making music constantly.
He tried to ignore her behind him, but every so often his blue gaze would glance back to her, pink lips in a taught line. When he got home, James would try and mimic her smile; but that was all it was, a shadow of the girl’s bright smile. Looking away again, the books wobbling dangerously as James took another step.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 11, 2014 3:08:34 GMT
Belle Dupree: Belle had been walking behind him cheerily, eyes scanning over all the books on the shelves as her bag tapped against her thigh while walking. She was quiet, enjoying the atmosphere, and following James until she noticed him struggling with all the books and dove forward a bit to help him. "Whoa, let me help-" she started but the books toppled over anyways, littering the floor loudly and sparking glances from all angles of the library. Belle winced only briefly before laughing, bending down to help pick some of them up and help James organize them more. She looked up at him only briefly while she started to stack them, smiling.
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Post by shades on Feb 11, 2014 3:19:34 GMT
James Skyes ; ; The books toppled over and he could literally cry as he had to organize them once again. He began helping her stack, but he would move some books and organize them when she had mistaken; the pattern was easy but nobody understood how James worked and he didn’t expect her to catch on quickly.
His hand brushed hers to grab a book, making James Skyes stiffen at the contact; moving away quickly with his face a bright red as he stacked the rest of the books, trying to keep her hands away from them and grabbing them quickly from her. Picking them up again, insisting silently he do it, James was already moving towards the section he was told to direct her to. An anxious look on his blue eyes as he looked back at her every moment.
His mind was whirling trying to process the contact he made with a girl, cheeks still enflamed and scarlet; because she was messing up his life and turning it upside down and now he had to process if it was for better or worst. Was it routine or should he expect her to leave him? James nearly ran into a shelf as he looked over Belle again, turning hastily and stopping at the books she needed. Staring at them as silent directions. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 11, 2014 4:07:24 GMT
Belle Dupree: Belle let out a slow breath, getting up from her position with now empty hands and following James. He was hard to communicate with, but that wasn't stopping her. She moved along after the boy, her smile still evident on her face as she stepped in place after him, studying the array of books in front of them. "Books. I love them," she said simply, pulling one off the shelve and flipping through it aimlessly. She glanced at at James thoughtfully, closing the book softly after a minute. "Your mom is very pretty," she offered, moving to take another book of the shelf. "You have her eyes," she said again, glancing at James once more and smiling sweetly.
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Post by shades on Feb 11, 2014 4:16:25 GMT
James Skyes ; ; James gave the girl a shadow of a smile as she spoke, he couldn’t read well so the books were just numbers and colors to him. No titles, and if they were it was a stray kids book he found and easy to read with small letters and rhymes, a musical pattern to them as he read. But that was all, his blue eyes looking over her, mouth forming into silent words again. Trying to connect brainwaves with hers.
“Thanks.” He whispered, eyes darting away as James moved down the line of books and placed one or two here or there, but not willing to run around the library to put the others away with Belle so close and tugging at his mind and heart strings. She didn’t know what her simple breathing in his presence was doing to him.
His blue gaze glanced up at his nosy and protective mother, head tilting as their gaze connected. Knowing her pointed look, James Skyes blushed again and looked away. That was the exact same look his mother would give Drew when David was around.
And his mind just screamed freak, and James knew he could never be the David to her Drew.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 11, 2014 6:35:01 GMT
Belle Dupree: When he actually spoke Belle felt a round of butterflies in her gut. Why should she be so excited over it, she didn't know? All she did know is it made her smile wider than she thought humanly possible. "You know, that's the first time I've heard you talk," she shifted through some more books, glancing at him through the corner of her eye while raising her eyebrow. "I like the sound of your voice," she commented, moving through the titles carefully and finding one that seemed to fit her topic best. She took a step in the direction of the table's and gave James an inviting look. "Do you want to study with me? We could help each other or something. Or just sit and chat," she shrugged, but hoped secretly he'd comply. Without giving him much of an option though, she walked towards the table, set down her things, and began to open some of the books she'd picked, setting them along the large wood of the table.
She noticed Mrs. Skyes glancing at them all the way from the front desk, but it didn't bother her much. She assumed she was protective of her son because of his 'specialness' and was definitely going to watch Belle.
Because Belle wanted to get to know James Skyes more than just the engravings on a dog tag.
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Post by shades on Feb 11, 2014 14:44:58 GMT
James Skyes ; ; Of course James would comply, his feet moving in her shadow; setting the books down and sitting across from Belle. He grabbed and opened the book on top of his pile, having no idea it was a medical almanac and he really had no use to read it. Because in fact, James had no intent on reading. Sure, he flipped a few pages, glanced down at the page, but the little print and big words were too much for the young man.
Really, all he was doing was watching Belle. When she was looking at her own books, his blue-gray gaze would be on her; content with reading her as to Medical Madness: an Almanac for Medical Students, drinking in her appearance. The tanned skin, blue-green eyes, her dark hair. Why she was hanging out with a freak like him was beyond his out-of-tune mind.
But it was driving him nuts, crazy, making James feel a tingly feeling like never before. His face once again put on the mirrored smile of Belle’s, looking her over. He didn’t know why and probably will never know why the constant pace of his foot stopped, the music stopped, the beat James always carried stopped. But it was still there, in the heart pounding in his ears.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 11, 2014 15:11:55 GMT
Belle Dupree: Belle eyes ran over the pages, but she wasn't processing any of the facts she did. Instead she felt James' gaze on her here and there, but when she would look up towards him, he'd glance away; this process happened a few times and left Belle smiling.
She was just abut to open her mouth and say something when her phone beeped and she got a text. Her face instantly fell, moving to grab her things from the table quickly. "Shoot," she hissed, moving to shove some stuff in her bag. After everything was packed away, she stood up and smiled down at James. "I'm really sorry but I forgot I had to pick my sister up on my way home from her friends house..." she looked towards Mrs. Skyes whose eyes were stilled trained on her. With a slight wave she looked back down at James. "Would you...hold this for me? Maybe you could bring it me at school?" she thought it was by a long shot that he would confront of her in school, but she wanted a reason to see him again even if it was only for this dumb reason. Her prettyily pink nails scraped the table as she pushed the book towards him. She adjusted her bag once more, glanced at Mrs. Skyes again, and then smiled kindly at James one more time. "Bye, James. See you at school." And then she was off walking towards the door so she wasn't late picking her sister up from karate.
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