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augustines2013-04-15 08:00 pm
smithereens) wrote in augustines2013-04-15 08:00 pm
here comes the girl with stars in her eyes.
Jules' thought hits her like an arrow in the back, swift and piercing: cute guy I like him I like him.
Sydney raises her brows, glancing over her shoulder at the girl behind her; Jules catches her eye and blushes, ducking her head and mumbling a very emphatic crap under her breath.
It's unusual for Jules' thoughts to hit her with any sort of urgency, especially enough to pierce through Sydney's normal, subconscious defenses; like everything else she does, Jules thinks quietly, unobtrusively, though her mind is strong and organized enough that Sydney can pick up full sentences from her on most occasions.
Which is why she's saying crap now, sending Sydney a baleful look as she clutches her empty tray, held in front of her chest almost like a shield. "Syd, please don't."
It's too late; Sydney is grinning from ear to ear, turning away from the food to scan the dining room. "Which one is he? Come on, tell me."
"I can't. Please," she begs, lifting up her tray to cover her red face, so that all Sydney can see is her dark bangs and the top of her head.
"Come on, Jules, don't you trust me?" Sydney says, batting her eyelashes innocently. "So you like someone, big deal. I want to see if he's as cute as you think he is."
Jules mutters darkly under her breath, so that Sydney has to strain to catch her thoughts, something about how she's going to die if he finds out and she'll take Sydney with her and it's Ren from some of her classes and he's coming this way help help.
"He is cute," Sydney says appreciatively, by way of reply, and Jules shushes her wildly, very nearly beating her with her tray.
"Syd." She sounds desperate and her ears are starting to turn red; Sydney takes this as her opportunity to shove Jules into Ren just as he's passing by, disguising it by pretending she almost spilled coffee on herself. His books are knocked from his hands as Jules careens into him, and she nearly topples over; he catches her around the arm with a Blade's reflexes, steadying her, while Sydney watches the entire thing with undisguised amusement.
"Sorry—I'm so sorry!" Jules is saying, but her thoughts are rushing furiously at Sydney, a constant, highly specific mantra of I'm going to kill you I'm going to kill you.
Sydney murmurs insincere oh nos and my bads as she pours herself a coffee, then decides to treat herself by adding a little extra cream and sugar.
.
.
.
"I'm really going to kill you," Jules says again, once they're sitting across from each other at the table. Sydney thinks the other girl's glare is pretty adorable.
"It wasn't that bad."
"You pushed me right into him!" she hisses, never actually loud enough to turn heads around them.
Sydney decides to switch tactics; she shrugs her shoulders. "Seriously, Jules, how do you expect to get anywhere with someone if he doesn't even know you exist?"
"I don't know!" she insists, but Sydney only stares her down until she deflates, stabbing mournfully at her food. Jules' moments of pique were few, far between, and very fleeting, and Sydney always found it much easier to wait it out than try to argue.
"You could just try to talk to him, you know," Sydney says, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I can't do that." Jules sounds somewhere between horrified and miserable, her shoulders sagging.
"It's really easy, actually. You just go up to him and say hi, maybe tell him you'd like to hang out sometime..."
"What if he doesn't like me?"
"Who wouldn't like you, seriously," Sydney says, rolling her eyes. She jabs the business end of her fork in Jules' direction, ignoring the other girl's pained expression. "You're cute, you're really cool—you're not a huge bitch like Ryan, and look how many guys she can get. Seriously, something's wrong with him if he doesn't like you."
Jules is quiet, lips twitching into a shy smile as she digests this; then she heaves a sigh, looking away. "Fine, maybe I can talk to him... maybe."
"It's better than mooning over him from afar, trust me."
"It's not mooning. It's..." She looks skyward, groping around for the right word. "Consideration?"
"Well, consider breaking yourself off a piece of that," Sydney says decisively, enjoying the way that Jules turns a little red, even as she laughs and bites her bottom lip like she's trying to contain it.
"Thanks, Syd."
Sydney raises her brows, glancing over her shoulder at the girl behind her; Jules catches her eye and blushes, ducking her head and mumbling a very emphatic crap under her breath.
It's unusual for Jules' thoughts to hit her with any sort of urgency, especially enough to pierce through Sydney's normal, subconscious defenses; like everything else she does, Jules thinks quietly, unobtrusively, though her mind is strong and organized enough that Sydney can pick up full sentences from her on most occasions.
Which is why she's saying crap now, sending Sydney a baleful look as she clutches her empty tray, held in front of her chest almost like a shield. "Syd, please don't."
It's too late; Sydney is grinning from ear to ear, turning away from the food to scan the dining room. "Which one is he? Come on, tell me."
"I can't. Please," she begs, lifting up her tray to cover her red face, so that all Sydney can see is her dark bangs and the top of her head.
"Come on, Jules, don't you trust me?" Sydney says, batting her eyelashes innocently. "So you like someone, big deal. I want to see if he's as cute as you think he is."
Jules mutters darkly under her breath, so that Sydney has to strain to catch her thoughts, something about how she's going to die if he finds out and she'll take Sydney with her and it's Ren from some of her classes and he's coming this way help help.
"He is cute," Sydney says appreciatively, by way of reply, and Jules shushes her wildly, very nearly beating her with her tray.
"Syd." She sounds desperate and her ears are starting to turn red; Sydney takes this as her opportunity to shove Jules into Ren just as he's passing by, disguising it by pretending she almost spilled coffee on herself. His books are knocked from his hands as Jules careens into him, and she nearly topples over; he catches her around the arm with a Blade's reflexes, steadying her, while Sydney watches the entire thing with undisguised amusement.
"Sorry—I'm so sorry!" Jules is saying, but her thoughts are rushing furiously at Sydney, a constant, highly specific mantra of I'm going to kill you I'm going to kill you.
Sydney murmurs insincere oh nos and my bads as she pours herself a coffee, then decides to treat herself by adding a little extra cream and sugar.
.
.
.
"I'm really going to kill you," Jules says again, once they're sitting across from each other at the table. Sydney thinks the other girl's glare is pretty adorable.
"It wasn't that bad."
"You pushed me right into him!" she hisses, never actually loud enough to turn heads around them.
Sydney decides to switch tactics; she shrugs her shoulders. "Seriously, Jules, how do you expect to get anywhere with someone if he doesn't even know you exist?"
"I don't know!" she insists, but Sydney only stares her down until she deflates, stabbing mournfully at her food. Jules' moments of pique were few, far between, and very fleeting, and Sydney always found it much easier to wait it out than try to argue.
"You could just try to talk to him, you know," Sydney says, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I can't do that." Jules sounds somewhere between horrified and miserable, her shoulders sagging.
"It's really easy, actually. You just go up to him and say hi, maybe tell him you'd like to hang out sometime..."
"What if he doesn't like me?"
"Who wouldn't like you, seriously," Sydney says, rolling her eyes. She jabs the business end of her fork in Jules' direction, ignoring the other girl's pained expression. "You're cute, you're really cool—you're not a huge bitch like Ryan, and look how many guys she can get. Seriously, something's wrong with him if he doesn't like you."
Jules is quiet, lips twitching into a shy smile as she digests this; then she heaves a sigh, looking away. "Fine, maybe I can talk to him... maybe."
"It's better than mooning over him from afar, trust me."
"It's not mooning. It's..." She looks skyward, groping around for the right word. "Consideration?"
"Well, consider breaking yourself off a piece of that," Sydney says decisively, enjoying the way that Jules turns a little red, even as she laughs and bites her bottom lip like she's trying to contain it.
"Thanks, Syd."