Best Friend
“White!”
“Knight!”
“Fright!”
“Sight!”
“Light!”
“RIGHT!”
Jeannie giggled as Martin suddenly exclaimed his next word. They were laying in her room, on the floor, with their legs up on one of the 2 beds that were in there. Their heads were resting right beside each others, even though Jeannie could really only get her shoes on the bed since she was so much shorter than he was. They had been playing the rhyming game for quite some time now.
“Hmm…I’m getting bored with these. Let’s change to a new sound! How abooout…orange!”
She scrunched her nose at him, knowing that there wasn’t a word in the English dictionary that rhymed with Orange. In other words, she wasn’t being serious…but Martin just stared up at the ceiling, grinned, and then shouted “Florange!” which made Jeanne raise a brow. “Martin, florange isn’t a word!” “It most certainly is a word.” “No, it…doesn’t exist!” Martin turned his head to look at her, causing Jeannie to do the same. “Everything exists once it exists.” Jeannie stared at him, and blinked. “What?” “Nothings aren’t anythings until someone makes them so, Jeannie-boo. If anythings were nothings, than nothings wouldn’t exist, and since nothings can be somethings, but somethings can not be nothings, anythings are possible. Florange did not exist until I made it exist, and now it is a something, when it was a nothing just moments before. And that is why somethings are not nothings. Just as anyone creates somethings…somethings start as nothings, like a picture, or a tart until someone creates it. And I have just created Florange.” The blonde stared at her friend with large eyes before she bit at the inside of her cheek and thought hard, trying to wrap her mind around what he had just said. “Nothings can be somethings….” She repeated the words to herself before giving a smile, turning to look back at the ceiling.
“Culorange!”
Drunk
"HAHAHA!"
Jeannie hunched over as she laughed, trying to cover her mouth with one hand to keep herself quiet as Hansel stumbled and regained his balance, pulling her away from the wall back onto his bed as he heard one of the attendings down the hallway. They were doing thier checks, again, and it was about time for everyone to go back to thier own rooms, but Jeannie didn't think she could make it there right now! She had been in Hansel and Edward's room, each of them taking small sips from the bottle of liquor that one of them had snuck in ( she honestly couldn't say who it was, because she didn't know, but it was definitely in thier room somehow... ), and they had managed to keep in a secret, giving the attending little waves, tucking the bottle underneath a big pile of clothes on Edward's bed.
But, about 15 minutes had passed by, and because Jeannie was so tiny, she got drunk way quicker than the two boys, which is why the bottle kept skipping her a few times. She had watched them continue to pass the bottle around, sitting cross legged on Hansel's bed before she started to feel very, very light headed. "Oy...this isn't good...you two may have to shlep me outta here!" she brought her hand to her head, sounding like Barbera Streisand from Yentl with a thick jewish accent. "Hansel...can you hear meeee? Hansel can you see meeeee?" she sang out her arms extending out to him for dramatic effect, once again immitating Streisand before she made herself laugh, flopping down onto the bed as the two boys just stared at her. She eventually stopped and groaned as she rolled off the bed, not even able to walk as she tried to get to the door. "Everything is spinning..." She felt herself falling forward, and if it wasn't for Hansel, she would have been on the floor. "Yeah, well, you're drunk."
"I AM?!" Jeannie rose her brows and looked over at the bottle. "I've never been drunk before...people actually like this feeling?" She scrunched her nose and turned her head to look at her friend, who was still supporting her, as Edward peered out the door to watch that the attending was out of sight. "Alright, he's gone...what are we going to do with her?" He looked to the blonde, who was barely standing, muttering the word 'drunk' over and over again, because it sounded and felt funny coming out of her mouth. "We should just say she's sick or something if we get caught." "I'M SICK?" "SHH! No, just...we need to get you back to your room." "Okay." She whispered this and looked up to Hansel. "Lead the way, Captain, caaause, I've no idea where it is." "Not like I have any other choice, Jeannie, you can barely stand up." She pouted, and then turned to the door, pointing to it. "To my room, wherever that is! Ahoy! Set sail!" Whether or not she was trying to sound like Jack Sparrow, no one could be sure. She was that wasted.
Ugh, she was not looking forward to the morning. Not at all.
Flustered
First Crush
Hansel
“Oh, come on, you have to know how to dance!”
“No. I don’t.”
Jeannie rolled her eyes as she stared at Hansel from where she was perched on the table. She didn’t like sitting on the sofa or the ground, so it was actually common to see her cross legged on top of the table. Sometimes, she even looked like she was floating.
Her blue eyes narrowed suspiciously as she watched him, sitting on the couch, flipping the page of whatever book he was reading at the time. He seemed very involved in it, as he usually did whenever he was reading. Always looked interested in what those words were describing, and he didn’t like it when people interrupted him. But, Jeannie was bored. As always. And, hey, if Hansel wanted to be left alone to read his stupid book, he really shouldn’t have been sitting in the recreational room. Then again, she didn’t like being cooped up in his room all the time either, so maaaaaybe she understood. Just maybe.
“Hansel?”
“What?”
“Are you sure you can’t dance?”
Oh, she knew what his reaction was going to be, and she couldn’t help but bite down on her lip to keep from grinning. He huffed and closed his book quickly, causing it to make a loud noise when the two sides collided together before he rose to his feet. “I’m going to my room.”
“No, I’m sorry, don’t go!” She was laughing a little bit as she spoke, hopping off the table to block his way. “You are such a party pooper.”
“Wasn’t aware that this was a party.”
Jeannie scoffed and placed her hands on her hips. “Every day can be a party day if you want it to be. And parties? They include dancing. And I think that you could have fun at a party if you learn how to dance.” “But I don’t want to learn how to dance.” “Yes! And this is why you’re a party pooper.” “Why are you always so insistent on things?” There was a hint of aggravation to his voice, but this only made Jeannie grin again. She always had a little bit of fun poking at Hansel because it was just so easy. “Aww, someone is a grouch!” Her voice sounded very much like Elmo, as though talking to Oscar. “Come on, come on, it’s easy, and there’s no one else in here, and I’m bored…pleeeeeeeeease?” She leaned forward and gave him a pout, her bottom lip quivering as though she would cry if he turned down her offer. He looked completely unaffected by her little performance, until her eyes actually started to well up with tears. She was very good at making herself cry on cue. He huffed again and groaned before he placed his book down on the table.
“…fine.” “OH YAY!” she straightened up and clapped her hands, bouncing around before she reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him over to the other side of the room where the stereo was sitting. She could tell that he kept looking over his shoulder to see if anyone else was going to walk through the door, while Jeannie just fiddled with the stations to find a good song. She gasped as ‘Calabria’ started to play through the room. She turned up the volume a little before she turned to him. “Hokay! Now. You just sort of…step from side to side to the beat.” She demonstrated for him, but he didn’t move. “Hansel Basile, you move those feet! Move, move, move!” She sounded like a German drill instructor as she spoke. His eyes narrowed before he stared down at his shoes, as though willing them to move. Then, he half heartedly began to step from side to side, raising his eyebrows as though saying ‘happy now?’. Jeannie stopped dancing and placed her hands on her hips before she sighed. “Good enough! Okay, nooow…lawn mower!” It was then that she started to ‘rev the engine of the mower’, causing him to stop moving entirely. But she didn’t stop there, she actually pretended that the mower had started and she ‘mowed the grass’ around him.
She didn’t even care that he had stopped, because she was happy enough that he had even participated in the first set of ‘dance moves’ that she had taught him. He just stood there and watched her move around him before she stopped and stood in front of him, as he just shook his head in disbelief. “I know, I know, I’m amazing, but you don’t have to keep gawking.” Her mouth turned up into a smile before she bumped his hip with her own…or, more like his leg since she was so much shorter than him. The fact that he was laughing a little bit was all she had really wanted to accomplish, since it was so rare. “I knew you could have fun doing other things besides reading a book.” This was said very matter of fact way. “Who said I had any fun?” “That big upside down frown on your face, doofus.” “…I’m going to go and read.”
Oh, he could go and read, but that didn’t mean that Jeannie wasn’t going to dance behind him, skipping and twirling on his way back to the couch. Even when he sat down, she continued to prance around, singing along the best she could to the odd song, making up words since she had no idea what they were saying.
He could try to pretend he wasn’t amused, and ignore her, but she saw him look up and smirk every now and then. When the song was over, some slow song she had never heard before came on the radio. Panting, she shuffled over to the couch and flopped down beside him, sprawling out. It took her a few minutes to calm down enough to turn to Hansel, who was still trying to read his book…even though he hadn’t flipped the page in quite some time.
This made her happy. Very, very happy. Bwahaha.
Betrayed
Crying
Giddy
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