callen finn - shark and a bird.

[nicole farlax]

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shark and a bird couldn't possibly, possibly, love.

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Nicole tapped her dainty little nails on the glass with a frown plastered across her gorgeous - and freshly lip gloss'd - lips. They clicked slowly as she waited for some form of life to show up and do something interesting, or just break her boredom by greeting her. It was a horrible thing that the world didn't actually revolve around her. Some would say that she had the mind of a selfish six year old princess; and they'd be right. Everything needed to revolve around her, she was the best thing the world had. Alas, that wasn't true. She thought her family was that way, but not her - not Nikki herself. That name was so rarely used among her friends... unfortunately. That's what her mother used to call her. That name, so bittersweet.
At a lack of something to do, that frown very quickly turned itself into a pout. She wouldn't eat anything around her because it wouldn't help her frame in the long run. Should she bake something? She had just gotten finished back there and they had shoved her back up front. Her smile was much better placed with the customers than it was when placed to apologize for something she'd broken. Her and a kitchen, though it being her rightful habitat, never got along. She broke everything, burnt all things, and never made anything that tasted right. She was just... in a nutshell, a horrible woman. She was good at being a girl, but not so much at being a woman.

A small sigh escaped those plump pink glossy lips of hers. Her blue nails matched her eyes... by why blue? Because she could. Maybe she should have gone with red. Turning her well tanned hand toward her face so she could take in the color, she turned her head to the side, her blonde bangs falling into her face a bit. She blew up at them but they stayed in their place, as stubborn as ever. She heaved yet another side and let her arms and elbows collapse in front of her head which collided with the glass. Crap. She leaned up and looked at the smudge of her make-up on the glass. Alas, something to do! But, it was manual labor. Not that anybody could believe it, but Nicole wasn't the type to like that sort of thing. Manual labor meant she had to do something. Ew.
Regardless, it was her job now. She couldn't suck at her job, that wouldn't be good for the family's reputation. Everything she did was as close to 100% as she could possibly get it. A small little irritated grunt escaped her as she bent down to get the cleaning supplies and then made her way back over to her smudge and started to clean it. That took a total of about a minute and she was finished. Staring at the place where the smudge used to be, she narrowed her eyes. Why didn't it take longer?
She hated bittersweet feelings...

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[CALLEN FINN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] [/classy] The walk to the bakery was a chilly one, the presence of autumn upon the town of Farlax. Callen Finn walked along the sidewalk, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his worn and faded pea coat that used to be his father's. The boy made a point to move to the other side of the sidewalk when another person approached him from the opposite direction, and even went as far as walking in the grass or in the road when a large group was headed his way. His anxieties always got the best of him and forced him to look like a complete douche bag whenever other people approached him. He stopped the counting the number of dirty looks and harsh whispers he received as he changed sides of the pathway. He stopped caring when he hit fifty something. A sigh escaped his lips as he finally reached the bakery he went to every day after school. The familiarity of it comforted him as he inhaled deeply, the aroma of freshly baked bread and frosting incredibly inviting. He had started coming to the bakery ever since he started attending Farlax Prep on account of the event. With most of McKinley High in attendance as well, the cumulative population of both schools was overwhelming. It was a miracle that me made it through each day without having several panic attacks. Ever since the event, Callen hadn't been able to be in close proximity to anyone. He wasn't even able to hug his mother anymore, which he could only guess was the reason he had heard her softly crying across the hall at night. It wasn't just people he couldn't be around. Callen couldn't stand the idea of being trapped in a small space, and even had to leave his classrooms when the door was close. The thought of being trapped absolutely terrified him. Stepping in to the nearly deserted bakery, a small smile graced his lips, a rare occurrence for the senior. The sound of the bells that jingled as he opened and closed the door behind him soothed his fretting momentarily. He could honestly say that this was the only place he truly could feel at peace. His eyes glanced around, thankful that there wasn't any other customers. There usually wasn't anyone there at this time of day besides the workers, but there had been a couple of times where Callen had had to leave because of his nerves. Walking over to the display case of assorted baked goodies, he scanned its contents, his stomach rumbling for something sweet and delicious. After debating with himself for a moment, he approached the counter as he pulled out his wallet, removing a ten dollar bill from its insides. "I'll tak' tois chocolate chip cookies an' a large hot chocolate," he said to the girl at the counter, his eyes admiring her pretty face. "An' Ah hink i'll hae a wee slice ay coffee cake an aw." He slid the ten across the counter, offering her a slight smile. He knew who the girl was, of course, anyone who was anyone knew who she was. Nicole Farlax was probably the coldest person in all of Farlax, and she was well known for it, among other things. Working at a bakery not being one of them. He was certain that she didn't even know that he attended Farlax Prep, despite the fact that they had a couple classes together and passed each other in the hallway every single day. Callen had never mentioned this to the girl, figuring she would just turn and walk the other way, or whatever she did to reject those who were beneath her. He had overheard rumours about Nicole Farlax from guys in the hallway and at lunch tables surrounding his own. Apparently, she was amazing in bed and had slept with nearly every male in Farlax Prep. But, that didn't really matter to Callen. "Keep th' change." he said, placing his wallet back into the pocket of his coat. He smiled at her again before heading over to sit down at his usual spot. He set his bag down and pulled out his Calculus book, opening it to the current problem set. Adjusting his glasses and clicking the end of his pencil a few times, he started in on his homework, only waiting for her to deliver his order. [STYLE=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font: normal 11px arial; line-height: 90%; background-color: #000; color: #dedede]tags: nicole ♥ words: 732 notes: you should totes listen to katy by peter bradley adams. it's pm what cal thinks of nicole ugu.[/style]

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[nicole farlax]

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shark and a bird couldn't possibly, possibly, love.

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As she heard the door bell ring, she turned her attention up, her blond wavy hair seeming to bounce. It was that kid again. She narrowed his eyes at the purple hair'd kid. Other than the bakery and his daily visit, why was he so familiar? As he walked up she gave him a warm smile; yes, she had no idea he was from her school or she wouldn't be smiling and being herself. Regardless, he was her entertainment for the moment. She seemed to roll her shoulders a bit before typing in his normal order of the cookies he wanted as he rattled off in that perfect accent want he wanted.
Oh... that accent....
She snapped herself out of dream world before hearing he wanted a piece of coffee cake, but before she could get the numbers down he had told her to keep the change. She just smiled and nodded at him before a warm slight close of her eyes followed.
"Thank you Mr. Finn."
Her warm and cute tone had escaped her. She rolled her eyes as he turned his back toward her. She was so desperate and she knew it. But suddenly, that back of him looked oddly familiar. She arched a brow. She then heaved a sigh, forgetting about it for a moment before grabbing his back and setting it down and opening it up. She placed the cookies in it before grabbing a plate. She might've been able to just put the coffee cake in a bag as well, but that wasn't possible. Why? Because what if he wanted to take the cookies with him? She narrowed her eyes. But what if he wanted to take the coffee cake with him... Oh well, he could ask her for a bag. A small giggle escaped her. Yes, it'd be horrible if he asked her for something again. What a gorgeous accent. It had to be real. She pondered for a moment on that while plating his piece of coffee cake. She then grabbed a water bottle from inside the fridge before walking out from behind the counter and over toward the table he was sitting at.
Hard at work. Bleh, homework. That made her want to vomit. She set the goodies and the water bottle down beside all the things he was doing. Nobody else needed her to tend to their needs, so she decided to take a seat. She arched a brow at the calculous. Ew. She had to do the... same... book... page... She scanned it all. No, no, he couldn't go to school with her. She looked from the book, then to him. She was in slight panic on the outside, but she quickly regained herself and stored all her panic for later.
"What school do you attend?"
Please say out of town... Please say out of town...
She had that panic tucked away, but it was starting to gain control of her thoughts. She hoped he worked out of town, maybe he didn't go to school at all and was helping a little kid with his homework or something. He looked old enough to be in college. Ugh, college. Decisions. Life. That made her want to shiver in fright as well. He needed to answer before she got frantic and let her panic show.

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[CALLEN FINN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] [/classy] As Nicole brought him his order, he had to stop himself from jumping out of his chair when she sat down across from him. He hadn't been expecting that at all, and his anxieties were going crazy. But, thanks to the weekly sessions with his shrink, he had slowly been gaining a hold on how he reacted to certain things. The only thing that changed about him was the grip on his pencil as he worked on his math set, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. It took him a minute to compose himself before he spoke, his voice still a little shaky from his nerves. "A-Ah went tae McKinley High until.. ye ken." he managed, his eyes never leaving the numbers on his piece of lined paper. He paused, the fact that he now went to Farlax Prep along with the girl across from him fighting his closed mouth. For some reason, he didn't want Nicole to know that he attended the same school as she did, and he could tell by the way she had asked him so suddenly, she didn't want him to go there either. And Callen was completely fine with that. However, lying was a little harder for him, but he managed to sputter something that satisfied them both after a couple of minutes. "Ah huvnae bin tae skale since." [STYLE=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font: normal 11px arial; line-height: 90%; background-color: #000; color: #dedede]tags: nicole ♥ words: 226 notes: you should totes listen to katy by peter bradley adams. it's pm what cal thinks of nicole ugu.[/style]

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[nicole farlax]

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shark and a bird couldn't possibly, possibly, love.

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When he spoke it seemed like some sort of riddle she needed to figure out, or maybe it was some sort of game... no, it couldn't be games and riddles. She narrowed her eyes at him though; she did like that accent. He was cute too.
His answer, however, threw her brain on a different crash course. He didn't go to her school? Or at least he hadn't been back to school since the accident. She tilted her head to the side and laid one of her elbows on the table while letting her chin rest in it's hand. Her opposing arm made it's way to the table and relaxed, staring at him and his book a bit longer. That book really looked like her own algebra book. She kept her eyes narrowed at him for the time being.
"So I suppose that you ask a friend to bring you schoolwork?" Ah, a bit smarter than anybody in her school ever gave her credit for-- depending on the person of course. "Not to mention all the McKinley high students transferred over to the Prep student body..."
Slowly she was going to get answers from him, she knew she would.

ooc.
i totally did. it's uh-may-zing.

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[CALLEN FINN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] [/classy] "S-somethin' loch 'at, aye."he stuttered, her nerves beginning to get the better of him. The way she looked at him freaked him out. It was like she was slowly smothering him with her curiosity and inquisition. He felt as if he was nearly suffocating. Why did she have to notice that they were in the same calculus class? Why did she have to be pressing him so much? Better yet, why couldn't he get a grip on his anxieties? Callen was pretty sure he would have told her the truth, had he not been a complete nervous wreck from the collapse. He sat there for a moment, hoping she would go back behind the counter, far away from him. His nerves were causing his hand to tremble slightly, his handwriting getting progressively sloppier as he moved down the piece of lined paper. His fives looked like the letter 's' and his eights were nothing but scribbles. He was on the verge of just getting up and leaving when a few customers came in. Literally saved by the bell. He let out a sigh of relief as he glanced over his shoulder at the trio of young ladies as they drooled over the numerous amount of pastries. He then turned his gaze to Nicole for the first time since she sat down, a hesitant smile playing on the corners of his lips. "Looks loch ye shoods gie back tae wark." [STYLE=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font: normal 11px arial; line-height: 90%; background-color: #000; color: #dedede]tags: nicole ♥ words: 239 notes: ♥ once she finds out that he goes to her school, she should totes ask him to the dance ugu. or maybe he can? ;u;[/style]

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