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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Sept 24, 2012 18:41:26 GMT -5
The afternoon was supposed to be simple, happy, and a good time to spend with friends. Lark already knew that, in about an hour, she was supposed to meet Nell at Tim Horton's for a bite to eat and catch up; it had been some time since they officially went somewhere and talked. Phone calls and texts maybe but with her school and work schedule it was not always easy to set up something where both of them had ample time to hang out. Today, fortunately, seemed to work out perfectly. For the time being, Lark was content to work on her homework while sitting at the Academy grounds, listening to everyone chat about the nice weather, homework, and of course the next few months at school. October was coming up and that meant Halloween, and of course there were other holidays fast approaching too. She was not really looking forward to them though; it just meant that her mom would find a means of trying to get them together. That meant coming face to face with Carter. With her mother's mistake. Lark was not quite sure if she could handle that yet.
It's not Carter's fault. She tried to remind herself of this fact every time the bitterness rose up like bile in her throat, but it was hard to change the way she felt. With a sigh--knowing full well her homework was not going to get done now--Lark packed up her things and made way to the car. Fortunately the drive to Timmie's did not take all that long and by the time the sign came into view her stomach began to growl. Perfect timing.
The roar of the engine died away as the car was turned off. She sat there for a moment or two to collect herself, to change her train of thought. This was Nell! One of her closest friends, someone she wanted to see on a happy note. Fuck Paula. Inhaling deeply she pushed the door open and made her way inside of the restaurant. The smells were causing her to salivate. First, find Nell, then food. Her eyes scanned the room for a moment before catching sight of her friend and a smile replaced the neutral expression on her face. "Hey Nilla," Lark greeted cheerfully, setting her bag in the seat across from the Earth girl before glancing back at the cash register. "Let me grab something to eat real quick." She wandered back over near the entrance and waited her turn in line. She wound up getting her usual; a ham and Swiss sandwich with a soda. Once she got her food she sat down and huffed. "God, I'm starving," Lark mumbled as she took a bite. There was no shame in stuffing her face right now. She did have the decency to wait until she swallowed to make actual conversation. "So how are you? Work? School?" Figured she would combine it all into one seeing as she was interested in all the answers.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Sept 25, 2012 17:30:50 GMT -5
 nell was becoming that college student. the one you saw in the lunchroom with papers around her, muttering under her breath, hair sticking out like a mad scientist. well, she wanted to believe that she looked a little better than that, especially now that she sat at a table waiting for lark. she had gotten good sleep last night, surprising considering she'd worked the night before. she loved having a job, didn't like coming home and collapsing in the doorway. she had a paper due the next day, but that wasn't odd and sometimes it felt like she owed a paper every day. she wanted to talk to lark about high school, remember the one year she spent that...well, where she was even more busy. huh. her high school career had probably been worse than her college in terms of the workload. well, she still wanted to see what lark was up to, whether or not she planned to go to college. that way nell could take her hand, look her deep in the eyes, and whisper, "no." okay, so she would encourage lark to go to college, but she would give fair warning that it was pretty different than high school. she was sure the fire expected that.
but since the girl wasn't there when she'd arrived after spending the morning at her aunt's, nell got herself a coffee and a box of donuts. now it was more to drown her sorrows in food while she thought about how jane wanted her to go to the racetrack and nell wasn't too keen on going anywhere that involved betting with someone like her. her image of the track suddenly turned into men dressed in leisure suits, flipping coins, and chewing toothpicks. had jane ever gotten in trouble with bookies? no, she probably was the bookie. nell's mouth momentarily worked into a grimace before she passed her time by trying to fold a napkin into origami while eating her donuts. even though every day with jane was automatically a terrible day, she knew that lark would immediately brighten it up.
so when she entered, there was a halo of light around her and nell was sure she didn't imagine the choir of angels. the change in demeanor truly was that dramatic in nell, as she immediately smiled a goofy smile that jane would never see. "yo larkita," she said back, her hands working with the napkin still. she looked down at it when lark said she would order and responded, "i'll just sit here...making whatever this is." she tried for a crane, but the napkin was definitely not sturdy enough. for any form of origami. nell giggled when she came back and claimed she was hungry. "now i want a sandwich, why am i even eating donuts in the afternoon." she closed her eyes and made a small sort of sob as if truly regretting her decision. though the donuts were good. at the question she dropped the napkin and said, "work and school...? oh wait, do you mean fourth and fifth circles of hell?" she asked before smiling. "they're going pretty well, but don't be surprised if i start walking everywhere in sweats. or pajamas." it's come to the point where she wondered why she was even getting dressed for classes. she always liked to be presentable, but she sat in her class, handed in papers, and listened to her professors. so she might as well be invisible.
she ate another donut and said, "the important question is how is high school, man? please tell me tales, regale me with your experiences of senior year so i can remember the old days." wow, nell really was old. she'd just turned twenty which reminded her... "how was your birthday?!" she said with sudden excitement remembering their birthday had been in the same month. that was something she appreciated, like maybe they were separated at birth or something. nell hadn't celebrated hers -- never did, actually -- but she would need to get lark a belated birthday present. |
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Sept 26, 2012 11:44:43 GMT -5
Lark eyed Nell's attempt at a napkin paper crane after sitting down again, remembering with a fond smile the time they--well, Nell--was in the medical wing. She still had the crane that her friend gave her, sitting on the dresser next to her bed. It was always the little things that she cherished and enjoyed, at least when it was something from a person she cared about. Nell's injury was not a fond memory by any means but the conversation was. "It's a beautiful crane," Lark pointed out with a chuckle. She would never understand Nell's fascination with origami. Maybe it was a stress reliever? Who knew. Music seemed to have that affect on her whenever things got rough; the guitar had been her best friend for the past week or two. She glanced at the donuts when Nell made mention of them. They sure did look good despite the fact that she was now eating a sandwich. "Because they're amazing, of course. You can have donuts any time of the day and they'll always taste good." Who said that breakfast food had to stay breakfast food? She was definitely guilty of having breakfast for dinner on more than one occasion. Most of those were spent with Paula and Frank though. Not the best memory to deal with right now.
She drew in a breath through her teeth, closing one eye and looking pained. "That bad, huh?" Even so, fourth and fifth circles of hell was a great description for anything remotely time consuming and stressful and Lark made note of it for the future. "Dude you can wear pajamas any time you want. They're more comfortable anyway. I guess that's how my college life is going to be too, so we can match!" Lark had never been the type to get all giddy and weird over matching outfits, nor did she intend to go shopping to buy said outfits, but wandering around in pajamas with Nell did not really sound like a bad thing. That would probably become her wardrobe for the next four years. "What classes are you taking?" The last time she discussed these things her was a long while back, far enough where the semesters had changed.
The sandwich sat there and taunted her while she talked, and finally it drew her in again. It gave her enough time to think about an answer to give Nell in regards to her senior year of high school; so much had happened and things had changed. She started dating Ashton, Frank was in rehab and seemed to be improving, her job was going well and money was being made, and life on the "other side" seemed to be going smoothly enough. The only recent development was Paula and Carter, but that would be a story for another time. "Damn, if I knew I'd have to remember my senior year I would've written it down somewhere," Lark mumbled between bites, still smiling. School-wise a lot of things tended to be a blur. "But I dunno if I'd exactly call high school the 'good old days'. You don't miss it do you? Because I'll gladly switch for a while." Things were slowly edging towards the end of the school year, and so they were not going easy on homework and tests. Lark felt her social life slipping just a little. So long as, when she surfaced for air from the textbooks and papers, her friends were around that was all that mattered. Most of them understood how busy the end of the year could be. Then came the question about her birthday and Lark could only shake her head and laugh. "I don't remember most of it."
It had been spent at the music festival in Vancouver with Josh. The festival was amazing--at least, the parts she could remember and based on the pictures and videos she managed to take with her phone--but the rest was pretty fuzzy. Something about a cop car and a beach. "What I can remember was great though! Lots of music, and even more alcohol. Probably not a good idea when you're in a city you hardly know though." The damn place was like a maze when you were staggering down the sidewalk trying to find your hotel. Then Lark remembered that Nell shared a birthday in the same month, and she leaned forward a little bit in some sort of pre-meditated anticipation. "What about you? How was yours?" She asked eagerly, not really dwelling on the fact that Nell was not one for her own birthday. Then after a moment Lark took another bite of her sandwich. The mess hall had good food but it was nice to change things up every once in a while. You could never go wrong with Timmie's.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Sept 28, 2012 17:32:03 GMT -5
tapping the side of the bird's head, she smiled, appreciating the fact that lark could recognize it as a crane. "thank you. i'll name him gimpy." usually she couldn't tell her cranes apart -- and had no reason to -- but considering this was a napkin bird she figured she wouldn't have to try to hard to remember. it did make her giddy that lark liked her origami. any compliment gave her the warm fuzzies. though it was onto the subject of donuts, and nell sighed before agreeing, "true. i think i've convinced my body that dinner is breakfast and morning is dinner." eating eggs and toast for dinner and leftover food from dinners for breakfast was probably not the best way to give her body a high five for being awesome. "i'm glad to see that you're eating good. because if you don't, i will tie you down and force feed you." maybe not entirely force feed, but she'd try her best to shovel it down lark's through. who was she kidding, the fire girl would easily overpower her and pull some mma fighter move.
nell listened to people far more often than appropriate. even with an innocent encouragement about wearing pajamas, nell wondered if she could really pull it off without getting in trouble. "and then we'll be twins. or, or, we can get everyone to wear pajamas! so no one would have to feel pressured to dress up. because that is crazy in college." if everyone started dressing down, it wouldn't be expected to look good in that setting. because the only reason nell did was because other people did and that was the social norm. she already didn't fit in half the time, she liked the idea of fitting in at the academy.
when lark asked about classes, nell made a slight gagging sound before dropping her head to the table. it was all in jest, she would never serious complain about that kind of thing. "taking a lot of psych classes now that i've decided it's gonna be my major." it was well-known that nell couldn't settle on a single one for a while. every month it might have been something different if you asked her. one day philosophy, the other day culinary arts. "oh, and i'm doing this crazy experimental psychology course. like...they decided that it's totally okay to combine math and physics with psych. apparently psych alone is too easy." she didn't know that was going to happen getting into the class. heck, she didn't know it was going to happen getting into psych in general.
nell poked at her other donuts, the collection ranging from boston creme to french cruller. lark was definitely right, donuts were great any time of the day. what person decided what people were supposed to eat each time of the day, anyway? with a fake whine, nell said, "come on, you're my only hope. soon i'm going to be walking around with a cane and talking about bread prices in my day, and you can't even remember high school." kind of depressing. even though, in a way, nell couldn't wait to grow old. she thought she'd make an awesome old person. "high school was pretty hard tooo, but larkita, be thankful for your teachers. they hold your hand. once you get to college, they take a pen and stab you in that hand with it." she pursed her lips then. "okay, maybe not stabbing. but they're definitely not as easygoing." professors were serious business. and in high school, they still gave you worksheets and you could ask for a lot more help in class. in college, you needed to hunt them down and ask questions.
she grinned when lark talked about her birthday. from the way she said it, she guessed that not remembering was a good thing. drunken merry times. nell didn't drink all that much, mostly because she liked to be the responsible one and make sure everyone was safe. "no, i don't think getting drunk and lost in a city is all the great an idea. but i'm glad you had fun!" that was the most important part. even if something bad happened during said occasion. well, maybe that. lark asked about her own birthday, nell tilted her head. "can't really remember it either. but that's because i didn't celebrate. think i ate paella." she could remember that because she only made paella for special occasions. seafood could be very expensive. "but you know, since our birthdays have passed, there is another important date coming up..." she waggled her eyebrows, waiting for dramatic effect. |
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Sept 29, 2012 18:40:42 GMT -5
Gimpy. Lark laughed and shook her head, observing the napkin crane for a few moments before diverting her attention back to Nell's face with an amused smile. It was nice to have the friends she did, the people she knew she could rely on. There weren't many of them, that was for sure. What she loved the most was that all of them could make her laugh. "Breakfast for dinner sounds pretty good. Dunno if I could do dinner for breakfast though..." She looked a bit unsure, nose wrinkling slightly at the thought. If I was hungry enough... Hell yeah. Hamburgers and pizza would be on the breakfast menu if there was nothing else. Mid-bite the girl flashed her a tight lipped smile; she wasn't about to show off the food in her mouth. "You won't have to do that," Lark reassured her friend after swallowing. "But if I ever forget to eat I know exactly who I can turn to. Gotta have someone who can fatten me up."
Peer pressure truly was a vice in life; you want to be different yet more often than not you spent your time conforming to everyone else around you. Lark rarely--if ever--found herself wanting to follow in anyone's footsteps when it came to something like fashion. They were just clothes. She nodded and agreed fervently. "Definitely! Dressing up to go and sit in a classroom doesn't really sound...necessary. I would like to learn and be comfy at the same time." Even now, Lark thought about snuggling down in a chair with a pair of mesh shorts and a tank top and relaxing. "Who knows? Maybe people will focus more in class if they're not so fucking worried about their appearance." Not that she really focused but she did try. When college came around she silently vowed to try harder. She had to refrain from laughing when Nell dramatically threw her head onto the table; instead she sat back and watched with a raised eyebrow.
"That sounds like fun," Lark mused aloud, resting her chin on the palm of her hand and looking intrigued. "And I think you'd make a good psychiatrist. Psychologist. Whichever one you're choosing." What was the difference anyway? Lark only knew that there were two different names and had no clue as to what each entailed. Her expression changed to that of disgust as Nell talked about the psychology course. It sounded like a clusterfuck of everything that she would not want to be tossed together in the same class. "Holy shit. I don't envy you on that one. Math and physics together sounds like hell." There was no way. Lark even shook her head to confirm her dislike for the class, the thought that it existed. She took interest in her sandwich again and eyed the donuts when Nell made a movement towards them, thinking that she might have to buy some to take back to the dorm. They would make a wonderful snack later when homework needed to be finished. The whine caught her attention and she shook a finger at Nell. "Now now, no whining! Old people don't whine. They're too mature for that," She scolded, retaining a serious expression as she picked at the bread on her sandwich.
Was college really going to be that different? Lark had heard a little from Ashton, whining mostly, but she did not realize that the professors had a different way of handling their students. That was bound to suck. She frowned. "I'm so incredibly excited about being stabbed, you have no idea." The enthusiasm in her voice could easily be mistaken for sarcasm. Easily. "I know I'm going in for music so that might make it better." And a minor in Criminal Justice possibly, but she was still on the fence.
The smile on her face reflected the positive memories. She did remind herself to go easy on the shots next time; that left one hell of a hangover and she was not a happy camper. Lark blinked. "Didn't celebrate? Well, you and me will need to do something about that." Even if it was small, she wanted to do the celebration up right. Maybe dinner somewhere nice or a movie. Nell liked movies so that was a possible option. There was a flash of excitement on Lark's face when Nell mentioned an upcoming important date, and instead of stating what the actual date was she decided to come out with, "International stuff your face until you explode day? ISYFUYED. Best day ever." That was a mouthful, and she was not quite sure she was interested in repeating it. The gleam in her eyes was still evident though, upper body hunched over the table a little as she leaned in towards her friend.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Oct 6, 2012 18:48:21 GMT -5
the earth girl grinned when her friend complimented her, said she would make a good insert job requiring a psychology degree here. "thank you, i will be the best psychologist psychiatrist therapist there ever was." she nodded at the end of that, because such a thing existed. she didn't know about psychiatry. that required a lot of school and specializing and all her better instincts told her she was not cut out for that. she had stellar confidence. she imagined lark must have shivered as nell had when finding out. chemistry had been bad enough. "do you ever wonder if satan comes up with these things? like...no, no, this isn't hard enough. we need to make it more difficult." it was one of her tired observations, and probably should not be taken seriously. exhaustion had a way to whack out one's mind, but she knew the fire student wouldn't hold it against her. nell moaned when lark said that old people don't whine, as if to contradict her. "not fair. all i have to cling to is the fact that twenty is still young by human standards but oh my god i'm twenty-years-old..." she trailed off as if realizing this for the first time. nell blinked. suddenly, she remembered that it was in fact a miracle that she lived to the age. so long she'd spent wondering if another day would come, and now she had three years under her belt out in the real world. it was terrifyingly surreal.
lark's enthusiasm made nell nod her head. "you get used to it after a while, barely feel anything." it was true that once you realize that you're not going to be coddled you kind of grew used to how college worked, but it didn't make things that much easier. "i imagine music classes will be two hours of playing the same chords over and over until your fingers bleed." nell figured guitar would be involved with whatever lark did. she remembered the girl telling her once that that's what she wanted to do with her life, and nell envied how much she knew about what she wanted to do. nell liked psychology -- wanted to know more instead of being sheltered by ignorance -- but what exactly would she do with a major like that? she had always been terribly unguided, except for the time in her life when she had her father to look up to. she tried to imagine herself as a biochemist, and it wasn't too far-fetched. she just didn't know if she wanted to follow in her family's footsteps.
nell wished she had more birthday memories, she supposed, but there was a reason she didn't want to. because though she often tried not to think about it, one day a year she would look in the mirror and remind herself that it could have been till looking back at her. dark thoughts like that had no place in her head, though. "oh jeez, forcing me to do things." the girl scowled. "seriously, though, like what?" her eyes were wide in imploring. even if she had reservations about celebrating a day that she usually felt lonely on, she decided that she had better make it less lonely for her. however, what she had in mind was definitely a happy occasion, even though lark was pretty off base. she snorted at ISFUYED and turned away to giggle before telling lark, "it sounds like you're trying to say something but you can't finish it." or attempted to start a word in another language.
while it would have been nice to contemplate that for a little longer, nell shook her head and leaned closer to lark as well. "as good as that sounds, unfortunately i don't think that's happening. josh and i decided on a wedding date anddd..." she tapped her hands rhythmically against the table in a drum roll before pointing at lark. "i want you to be my bridesmaid!" she tried not to get overexcited about it, just in case it would guilt trip lark into doing it when she didn't want to. but she couldn't stop from smiling. "as a disclaimer, promise not to go bridezilla. unless something happens to the food. then i will be getting mad real." even then she had a calm temperament. they were definitely cutting it close, but nell found that she had yet to feel the stress. which was a good thing. all she had to worry about right now was if lark would accept her proposal so she could dress her up and do her hair and make her girly because it was a secret dream of nell's. she figured it'd be best not to inform her friend. |
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Oct 8, 2012 22:10:17 GMT -5
Lark nodded with enthusiasm, smiling back at her friend. "Who knows? Maybe I'll come by and see you, even though therapists tend to make me itch." She said this with as much seriousness as possible, though she did not actually think negatively of what Nell aspired to do. Therapy had never been something she was eager to try even if she had been told many times over that it might be beneficial. You can't fix anger problems and already broken families with therapy. Lark stuck to that thought and avoided stepping foot into one of those offices and sitting on that couch. She never talked about her life to a stranger. Maybe if it were Nell but it would need to be in a different setting. She thought on this for a moment before wagging her finger lightly in the air. "So what we're essentially getting at is that our teachers and professors are spawn of satan? That explains everything." Her hands slapped on the edge of the table, shaking her head. No wonder school always seemed hellish. Lark made an 'ah ah ah' noise to try and stop Nell from whining more. "I'm not that far behind you, which is...wow. Only two years." Now that she thought about it, time flew by a lot faster than she thought. Soon she herself would be twenty; what sort of things would she be doing? Would the people in her life be the same? She hoped so. "Now I feel old." Lark muttered, pouting.
She hoped that Nell was right, that you grew used to things in college once you've been there for a while. Hand stabbing aside the whole ordeal was a bit intimidating. An entirely new experience. At least most of her closer friends were in college already so she could hear about everything first hand. A fond smile creased her eyes at the mention of music classes; they might not wind up being easy in the long run but a passion always tended to be less of a chore. "I don't know if my fingers have the capability to bleed like that anymore," Lark pointed out, examining the tips of her fingers. They were calloused and rough looking from years of playing guitar. "But I'm sure the professor will try as hard as they can to see if it's possible." Her index finger and thumb were rubbed together for a moment before she let her hand drop again. She was just glad that her drive to learn music in a school setting was not going to be questioned by her family. If they tried, it would be easy enough to dismiss.
Lark really didn't like holidays all that much. Christmas, Thanksgiving, any of the bigger family-oriented days brought about a whole new range of bitter feelings. Birthdays were a different story though. At least with her closest friends. "Yep, you're gonna do something with me whether you like it or not." If Nell really was adamant about skipping over doing something birthday related Lark wouldn't argue. She just figured it would be fun. Her shoulders perked up, then dropped back down. "I dunno. I mean we could go and see a movie or something. Nothing big or fancy. Basically we'll do whatever you want and I'll pay for it." They did not even have to label it as a birthday outing. Lark was easy going and had no qualms with whatever her friend wanted to do. It would be for her, after all. She thought about that comment for a moment before finally nodding in agreement. It did sound pretty ridiculous. Lark was feeling in a pretty light mood so she allowed that to carry over into conversation even if it was not really the best timing.
Leaning over the table, Lark listened with baited breath as Nell went on about the wedding. What she didn't expect was the request to be a bridesmaid. Lark blinked and withdrew herself. Wow. That was actually unexpected. "I..." The look on her face was unreadable at first, trying to process the fact that she was going to be a part of something she thought to be a huge deal. Her best friend and one of her closest friends getting married, and she was going to be a part of it? "Yeah! I mean, I'd love to be your bridesmaid. That's...wow, thanks for including me." Her smile was bright, a small chuckle in her throat. It did mean dressing up but she could put that aside for Nell. Besides she was sure her friend had good taste and was not exactly worried about being clad in a zebra outfit and ten-inch high heels. "Do I need to go shopping then? Or do you have a specific dress in mind?" Lark toyed with her hair subconsciously. This was foreign territory, being part of a wedding. What were bridesmaids supposed to do anyway? Guess I'll find out.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Oct 16, 2012 17:51:42 GMT -5
nell rolled her eyes at her friend, needless to say playfully. the day she seriously patronized someone was the day it snowed in hell. "but lark, how does that make you feel?" she said about therapists making the fire itch, reaching across and patting her hand with an intense look in her eyes. should she start practicing her therapist look? she didn't even know if that was what she wanted to do with her psychology major, though. she had gotten as far as knowing she wanted to learn more about the human mind. when she'd informed her father of it, he asked her if it was because she didn't think she could cut it as a biochemist. he'd still been under the assumption she wanted to be like him, and a part of her did feel like she was letting him down. "pretty much," nell said about the teachers being the spawns of satan. now that was just a little unkind. she wondered how her professors would react to her making a salt circle around her desk. her lips twitched in sympathy when lark stated that she felt old in realizing she was only two years behind nell. "we are ancient. soon random people will be helping us cross streets and we'll be able to get discounts at mcdonald's." that was definitely a plus of getting old, however, senior discounts at most places. nell was actually not afraid of aging -- she lived too much in the moment to really worry about things like that.
not that nell was constantly holding hands with lark and touching the girl, but she knew that there were callouses there. she would be surprised if there wasn't any. nell tried to play around with a guitar once or twice, and she figured just by the few minutes of strumming that it was near impossible not to toughen up your fingers. "can't you use picks and everything for guitar, though?" she asked. it seemed a lot easier. she knew quite a bit about music, but mostly piano which she played well enough. she knew very little about actually playing guitar though. "and then they'll make you do indian runs while saying the chords for november rain out loud." that sounded like intense music book camp. but now she was really wondering what lark would have to go through in pursuing music as her major. in the end, she hoped the fire girl ended up liking it. though it seemed impossible not to. music was her calling.
it was hilarious to consider any time spent with lark as not fun. not fun was the complete opposite of what happened when they did get together. though she should avoid getting drunk, lest they end up flashing poor passersby again. though she figured as long as lark behaved, she would too. she had the mentality of a four-year-old when drunk and emulated whatever the cool girl did. "it'll be triple f. forced friend fun." her friend's family called it triple f when it was forced family fun, so she assumed it still applied. though nell would be more than glad to do anything with lark, nothing excluded. except maybe that whole drinking deal. nell clapped her hands together when the girl came up with an idea, however. "movies! we'll see movies, and then we'll get ice cream. perfect night." she loved those kinds of nights, and she liked staying out until three in the morning. of course, the next day she usually came to regret it, but at the time it always feels like a good idea.
to say that she was happy that lark agreed was a gross understatement. she was positively ecstatic. the earth girl let out a loud squeal and threw her arms up as if she just won the superbowl. noticing it drew attention from other patrons, she slowly brought her arms down. well, that did a good job at waking her up, at least. "of course i include you, i mean...i am not going to marry josh without you. that's like eating mac and cheese without the cheese. it's just mac!" well, that analogy made sense in her head, and it still made sense as she contemplated it. in any case, she was positively bouncing in her seat. and she was glad to see that lark was happy about it too! "i already have the dresses picked out. did you know they try to make dresses as unappealing as possible. but don't worry, i want my girls looking fabu. and we'll get out hair done together and you will be so girly." she said the last word with a teasing shake of her head. lark was quite the opposite of girly, so this just made it even more fun for nell. she wasn't even thinking about how she would look on her wedding day, more preoccupied with making lark her life-sized barbie doll. |
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Oct 18, 2012 14:43:11 GMT -5
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as Nell patted her hand, the stare feeling as though it bore through to her very soul. Even though it was not serious Lark still felt that small twitch of discomfort. Therapist look: perfected. If this had been a serious therapist session they would not get much else out of her after that. She tended to shut down instead of explain her feelings. There was too much to sort out and the more time spent trying to do so the angrier she would become. Finally, Lark offered Nell a smile and patted her hand in return. She would do well in psychology, she thought. Then again her friends were talented people and she always assumed they would do well in whatever they aspired to do. Lark just hoped that her passion would be useful in the real world. Then again, if she did use her musical talent to become a teacher she'd become just like the satanic spawn that they talked so fondly of now. Joy. "I guess they aren't all bad," She amended with a sigh. "But still." She wanted to be a teacher that people actually enjoyed being around, even if she could be harsh. Her love of music was important to her. By the time she was a teacher she would be well into her twenties. It was difficult not to contemplate the future and what lay in store. "I can deal with the discounts. But oh god, we'll start to forget who people are and go senile."
Getting older had perks; you could be independent, have a job, pretty much live your own life. The only downside was your physical and mental state started deteriorating way too early. Lark thoroughly examined her hands as they discussed the guitar. Her fingers truly revealed her dedication. "Yeah you can but some songs are a bit much if you use the pick. I prefer using my fingers because I feel I have more control." She pressed her thumb and index finger together, pulling them apart slowly as she thought. The pain of using her hands as opposed to a pick was catharsis. She could also build up her strength. Toughen up. It showed her determination to do well in what she loved. She smiled and chuckled, hoping that she would not have to experience Music Boot Camp. "God I hope not. At least I can play November Rain, right? Save me some of the grief." Guns 'N Roses were classic and she made sure to learn Sweet Child Of Mine and November Rain for good measure.
Her lips dropped considerably at the mention of 'forced friend fun'. "If you don't want to do anything then we don't have to," Lark replied, looking a bit sour and dejected. Somewhere underneath these feelings was a silent understanding. She did not always like to go out and do things to celebrate special occasions so it was a bit of a nuisance to have someone try and drag you around. Her suggestion seemed to be decent considering Nell's response and the frown dissipated into content neutrality. "Sounds good to me! And you can pick the movies. I'll watch just about anything." Whatever her friend wanted to watch, she was content with. It was for her birthday after all. Chick flicks were not her all time favorite but if that was what wound up being on the movie menu then Lark would not have any qualms. It could always be worse. Discussing the wedding allowed her to drift away from the birthday fun talk so she could try and contain her excitement for the event. Despite how calm she appeared on the outside her insides squirmed with happiness over the entire situation. She could only smile and shake her head as Nell squealed and tossed her arms into the air, glancing over at the other tables to see other people staring at them. "They're just jealous they don't get to be included," She said, referring to the other customers. It felt wonderful to be included in their special day. Not just as a bystander but as an intricate part of the wedding itself.
"Well, so long as you picked out appealing dresses I can cope. What color is it?" Maybe curling her hair a little more and doing something different could be fun? At least it would be with Nell. By herself would be weird. "Sounds like a plan to me. Just let me know where and when and all that good stuff so I can plan around work." Caught up in the moment, Lark had abandoned the last part of her sandwich a few minutes prior and decided to finish it off before continuing conversation. "D'you mind if I bring Ashton with me? I'd have to ask and see if he can but I wanted to run it by you first." She inquired after swallowing her food and pushing the trash towards the end of the table. Today was a good day, despite the rather rough start. Carter and the bitterness she felt before arriving at Timmie's was now snuggled in the dark recesses of her mind as she focused on all of the positive things her friends would be experiencing soon.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Oct 19, 2012 11:26:07 GMT -5
nell had to say that becoming a teacher was an admirable thing. she held educators in high esteem, because she knew how important it was for children to have an education. while no one may exactly like having to go to school, she would have rather been in the public school system than homeschooled as she was. she missed out on a lot. she laughed at the idea of going senile, though it wasn't a very good thing. aging had a lot of downsides, but despite their joking, the two of them had a lot of life to go. they'd barely even gotten started. "i already forget where my keys are half the time, i started going senile even before i turned twenty," she lamented. "they need to start looking for the fountain of youth again, i think ponce de león was onto something." or at least find a way to keep you alive forever other than getting a picture of you in the attic that's growing older. ironic that the place the conquistador looked for the fountain of youth in ended up being retirement central. she couldn't really call him 'poor guy' considering the fact that he had been a conquistador and while they had done some good, overall they had destroyed entire cultures. there were some things about spanish history that she wasn't proud of, that was for sure.
she listened to lark's response, trying to wrap her mind about it. the earth girl learned something new every day, and lark certainly helped with that. she would have had no idea about red pandas had her friend never brought them up. "huh...guess that's why you don't use a bow for a guitar. i mean, could you imagine that?" other string instruments used bows, cellos and violins and violas. with the little experience she had playing guitars, she figured it would be really awkward. along the line of string instruments, lark mentioned that she could actually play november rain. nell blinked. now she was gonna have to learn the piano parts so they could duet, lark made her life so difficult. "can you do the entire song all the way through, no stopping for a break or anything?" it was a nine minute long song. an awesome song, but still nine minutes and she would have to bow down to lark's greatness if the fire could do that without taking a break halfway through to rest up. she had to admire musicians, because you had to have amazing endurance for a concert.
seeing the fire girl's expression, she waved her arms around, as if she can shoo away any of lark's misgivings. "like, not like that! seriously, totally cool with hanging out with you any time. seriously, there is no time that you can't just ring me up and go, "hey, nilla wafer, let's get crazy weird" and i wouldn't be on board." she took a deep breath, not realizing that she hadn't taken one between any of her words. welp, there you go. she didn't want lark to think that there was any time that she wasn't free, because she would drop everything to hang out with her for just five minutes. so she was glad that they could see a movie together. she could change it all up, how she felt about her birthday. because if she were to really admit the truth to herself, she'd say that it was the saddest day of the year. she didn't want that kind of sadness. "i'll look up movie times and stuff. do you want to bring the over-sized purse or should i? so we can hit the drug store beforehand." she was not about to hand her first born child over to the movie theater for a tub of popcorn. she would even go so far as to pop it at home and bring it into the movie theater. usually she was all for helping out business, but a huge conglomerate like a movie theater chain could do well without her.
she scratched the back of her head and laughed when lark said that they were just jealous that they couldn't be a part of the whole wedding fiasco. but lark was, because it would have been a sin should she not make lark freaking harper her bridesmaid. "the dresses are brown," she replied cheerfully. "going for a whole autumn look, with fall flowers. i'm even gonna get a scarecrow and put him in a tux." she smiled over excitedly, because there was no way she was getting a scarecrow fitted for a tux. that would probably be the most unnecessary addition to a wedding ever. "i wish i carried around invitations on me, that would be very convenient," nell said as she looked around her, seeing the bag on the next chair. it would also be very inconvenient, considering carrying around a bundle of invitations would be a bit of a nuisance. hey eyes brightened when lark mentioned her boyfriend. "course, bring him! he'll be your plus one!" her response may have been different if this were a year ago and ashton was still upset with her. she still felt that she deserved his anger, but considering he was one of the first friends she'd ever made she was glad they'd made amends. but it also made her feel awkward with lark, not because she believed ashton would tell her (not-so) secret, but because she hated keeping that sort of secret. pushing these thoughts aside, she questioned lark. "have you two danced yet?" her grin was wide and mischievous. it was sometimes too much to take, the cuteness of the two of them together. |
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Oct 19, 2012 23:07:30 GMT -5
Lark already felt old, like the world was moving faster than she thought it should. Maybe it was her past, the fact that she had to grow up quickly and sustain herself because her parents never did much of that for her after moving to Canada. Things changed quite a bit after that, she realized. Even when she was little Lark took to doing things on her own. She had Josh but even then she never relied on many people to help her when times got rough. It took until the past couple of years to understand that it was okay to talk about her problems. Finding the fountain of youth would be a brilliant discovery and Lark wondered if it was actually true, the fountain. "I think so too. But then everyone would fight to use it and some people that we don't want around might find it." She shifted her eyes back and forth. There were a few human beings in this world that Lark did not want to give longevity to, and two of them were her parents. Murderers and other scums of the Earth could do with a slightly shorter life span too. The conversation wasn't meant to be serious though so Lark kept her comments to herself.
She instead tried to envision playing a guitar like a violin and couldn't help but laugh at the image. Anyone who could manage something like that and make a name for themselves would be a god in her book. "That would be pretty epic if they could manage that. They could be a Youtube hit, at the very least." Then again, most Youtube hits wound up being famous across the internet. She wondered if maybe taking that route would be a good way to get her music out there. Maybe just do a test run with one song, and see how it went. Lark shook her head at Nell's question. "Nah. I usually have to stop about five minutes in but I'll get it all in one go eventually." Guitar was a passion but with only having five years under her belt there was still a lot to learn and stamina to build up. She wanted to be as great as Jimi Hendrix. A long shot of a goal but it was good to have big dreams.
Nell's flailing distracted Lark for a moment, trying to focus on both that and her words. She was not exactly angry so instead of grumbling some sort of response she managed, "Okay, if you're sure." She hated bothering her friends if they were not interested in going on crazy escapades or hanging out, because Lark understood how it felt to crave solitude for short periods of time. Nell deserved that too. "But you'll need to tell me if you actually aren't interested okay? Because I don't want to drag you around if you would rather do something else." She had school and work and Josh. That was quite a bit. But least this go around they could see a movie and live on the edge at the same time. "I don't have an oversized purse so you'll probably have to bring that," Lark replied, lowering her voice as she added, "But we'll stock up on all the good shit at the store." So long as the theater personnel did not go digging through their bag they would be okay. They just needed to avoid looking shifty and suspicious with their purse full of goodies.
Brown. That was a nice color, Lark thought, being partial to natural colors like brown and black. She fluttered her eyelashes and rested a hand under her chin. "Hmm, I think it'll match my eyes and hair pretty well," She commented with a smile, adding a laugh when Nell mentioned the scarecrow in a tuxedo. What she would give to see one of those standing near the altar. "I'm sure he'll look so incredibly dashing. What's a wedding without a classy scarecrow?" All fancy and clad in a bowtie. The image was amusing and she could not stop smiling over it. It was probably the fact that the wedding was fast approaching that gave her the excess giddiness though. She nodded in agreement about the invitations; that would make things easier, for sure. Lark did not know how any of the wedding plans worked though so for all she knew that was how it was done. She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked a bit sheepish, glancing out the window. "We did last prom, if that counts. I kind of...fell over myself though. Embarrassing as hell." But that was okay. It made the dance a bit more memorable. "I'll have plenty of chances to redeem myself though." Like the wedding, and this year's prom assuming he wanted to go. It still shocked her to think that she had been with him for ten months.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Oct 20, 2012 2:30:32 GMT -5
nell's eyes grew wide, shaking her head at the comment lark made about it becoming a youtube sensation. "you mean youtube isn't just for cat videos?" that's what she looked at whenever she went on youtube, which wasn't a lot. she lurked in the corners of the cute animal section of youtube. and well, there was music too. speaking of, while she did not have as much experience with lark, she did come from a family heavily into her music. the fire girl of course remember jane sinclair, jazz musician and psychopath. nell believed that was a part of her title. she didn't want to believe everyone in the business was an evil bitch, however. "i don't know how rock bands do live concerts," she shook her head and then tilted it to the side. "well, i'm pretty sure coke is a part of the rock and roll lifestyle, that might explain some things." it was a fact of rock and roll, though it wasn't too good to think of. because really, as much as she had to grow up fast, she liked to imagine that the people she admired, musicians and artists and anyone with a passion, didn't have the vices they do. it was hard when they all had their monsters, the drugs and the alcohol and she figured it was the condition of greatness. she really hoped that when lark became the big star nell knew she would be, she didn't fall into that stuff.
nell nodded her head fervently at the other girls words. that was probably not the brightest idea, considering that she felt like her brain was just rolling around, detached in her skull. "of course! but really, there's zero way you can ever bother me." that was the god's honest truth. lark was the girl who came straight to the medical wing when she found out nell was hurt, one of the only people she felt comfortable getting drunk around, she meant a lot to nell. she was la familia. and not the bad sort. "i got it covered, i got my mary poppins back at home." she really did have a black bottomless pit of a purse that she got two years ago, and it was one of two purses she had. she didn't shop much, that was for damn sure. "we're going to get gummy bears all up in that bag. ballin'." they were just so hard core with their sneaking food into the theater. she liked to think the ushers and guards had mercy on souls that brought in huge bags or wore giant coats, knowing what they were doing. they meant no harm, only wanted to eat a one dollar bag of skittles, not a three-seventy-five one.
nell grinned when her friend batted her eyelashes oh so girlishly. "you are so autumn, totally in vogue." she spoke with her best posh voice, waving her hand. she agreed, though, the dress would accent lark's looks really well. "scarecrows are totally in vogue too. i read it in awesome canadian weddings weekly." sounded like a legit magazine, didn't it? she didn't think that a canadian wedding would differ much from one she could have held back home. not home, new york where your old family is busy being demons. canada was her home now. this was her way of starting a new family. and lark was already part of that, had always been considered her family. she didn't think she really had friends, needless to say. to her, they were the only family she ever knew because they acted as she believed a family did. she did not have experience, but she figured they were there for each other when a late night call came, when they needed help with something, when they just wanted a companion. and that's why neither the sinclairs nor the fuenteses were invited. jane would not be there, her grandparents, no cousins attending the academy. just her father and her great grandfather, who had informed her that he would be flying out soon.
she abandoned those thoughts and listened as the fire went on about ashton. she gasped hearing that her friend had been practically falling over. now that wasn't good. though it was adorable to think of. she didn't think she'd be telling lark, however. it would be like an injury to pride, though really, nell did think she was adorable. "lark, i must teach you de way of my people. you are coming to a spanish wedding, you must learn to dance! de flamenco will be your first lesson." she clapped her hands together and held them out as if she were about to flamenco right out of her seat. of course, it wasn't a traditionally spanish wedding since she knew very little of the costumes, but there would certainly be dancing. and that was something the spanish were known for. other than siestas, which made her want to move to barcelona. "at least there won't be any danger of tripping or anything, they're short. besides, the real party is with the food." that's what nell was the most excited for, so she figured lark would be pumped for the cuisine too. she tapped a finger to her chin. "i feel like i should ask you whether you want chicken or steak..." or veggies. josh had to make everything difficult with his vegetarianism.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Oct 21, 2012 3:58:04 GMT -5
Lark shook her head and gave Nell yet another pat on the hand, this time in faux consolation. "Nope, sorry Nill. Although watching them chase laser pointers and fight with their reflections is an excellent way to procrastinate." They were fluffy and oh so cute, making for wonderful distractions from homework and other boring aspects of life. Reality always managed to make its way back though. College would hold an entirely different experience and reality would probably take the reigns more often than not. Oh joy. "What's a good rock concert without stoners?" Lark asked lifting a palm into the air. She had not experienced many concerts but there were enough of them to give her a good taste. "They say it helps them stay calm and shit on stage. And to write their lyrics." Maybe they had issues staying calm and refused to try and find real medication for their problems? Lark hoped her musical career wouldn't lead to drugs.
Although her expression did not show her relief, she felt it. She was a confident person and liked to give off that image but Nell was a close enough friend where she felt semi-comfortable letting down a portion of the wall. To show that she really did try to consider other people and was paranoid about bothering them. The Earth girl was wonderful, really. A good friend. "I trust you," She said simply, giving her a small smile to reinforce her words. Trust was not something Lark tossed out to just everyone. It was a big deal for her. She gave the other girl a thumbs up in approval and smiled. "Excellent. Can you fit lamps and stuff in there too? Or is it specifically for movie theater dates?" She envisioned going through the purse to find candy and voila, a floor lamp magically appears out of nowhere. Helpful, but not as much when you were trying to watch a movie. "And maybe some malted milk balls. Or skittles." Skittles were amazing chewy goodness and they were the snack of choice during school.
She flipped her hair and toyed with the ends like a nervous schoolgirl. "I know right? Like, me and autumn are pals." It only took a moment to drop the act and she started to laugh. She liked finding colors that matched her skin tone, knew that gray and khaki did not really mesh well together, that white was not as acceptable after Labor Day, but that was about the extent of her knowledge of 'fashion'. "That sounds like a legit magazine. I need to get me a subscription so I can stay in the know." Not like she was getting married any time soon. She was only eighteen; there would be plenty of time for that in the future if it ever came into the equation. Still, a magazine that promoted scarecrows in tuxedos would be amazing. It did make Lark wonder briefly about that sort of future though. Would settling down and having kids actually exist for her? Interesting to think on but she allowed it to pass by for the time being.
Dancing was such a nerve wracking ordeal, Lark thought as they talked. She was not completely lacking in grace but her feet were not exactly in sync with one another all the time either. Like two right feet instead of two left. Or her feet had been switched. At least no one took the time to judge her so far. "De Flamenco?" Lark echoed, curious, then smiled. "Well as long as it doesn't make me look like a fish out of water then I guess I don't mind learning." If they did not have to take said lessons in public then that would help too. It might help up her urge to perform well but then again it could end in a grumpy disaster. Her stomach did not dwell on the food for long but you could be sure her mind did. "Mmm, food," Lark sighed wistfully, settling a hand under her chin. "I think I will go with chicken." The decision was made with little hesitation; she liked steak but grilled chicken or something of that sort sounded incredibly appetizing at the moment. "What else is on the menu? Out of curiosity." Weddings were not an event she frequented and did not really know much about how anything worked. Food, the reception, anything.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Oct 21, 2012 16:01:28 GMT -5
even though it was almost physically impossible for nell to procrastinate -- if she considered trying to play a video game when she had a paper to write, that would be all she thought about -- she had to agree. "or you know, playing the keyboard. cats are great man." pablo could speak spanish, maybe she could throw him up there. of course, he could only speak spanish in her mind. she was hoping that maybe dora would also help. one thing she did know was that he understood spanish cues. lark explained why musicians got high, and nell supposed it made sense. "you know, stoners are some of the nicest people i've met," nell said with a little laugh. they were certainly the most mellow. she wondered if people thought of earths as the stoner element, because thinking of hippies and the seventies, she believed it could be highly accurate. they could grow cannabis, of course, but she really hoped none of her friends were doing so becuase she was pretty sure it was illegal to grow without a license. "i've actually never tried it. i think it's because i'm usually the one making sure they don't go and lick a telephone pole when trying to get them home." she said it flatly, because people under the influence thought that some things were okay. anyone who'd ever gotten drunk could understand.
to say that nell was a cinephile may have been quite the understatement. lark easily tapped into the things that she enjoyed most. of course, she was always willing to try new things. she tried something new every day, as a matter of fact. "i haven't tried put a lamp in yet, but there's an entire kitchen in there, it's real snazzy." she didn't know whether or not it was more of mary poppins' bag or a pokeball. except she didn't have any pokemon, and that was pretty sad. when lark listed off movie theater food, nell groaned out, "and snow caps." she loved snow caps, but thinking of them made her come to a realization. "have you ever realized that we don't eat half the candy in movie theaters normally. have you ever eaten raisinets outside of a movie theater?" they weren't even her favorite candy, but she still couldn't say that she ever picked them up. she also wasn't too big into candy because of her health fixation. she wasn't the girl eating salads and protein shakes all the time, but she always made sure to be careful...even when eating a box of donuts. a break was good sometimes.
nell snorted when her friend started to laugh. the fire girl had the benefit of hearing her most unattractive fits of laughter, she should have felt honored. "oh man, you need to tell me how to get tight with autumn. i always wanted to be an autumn." she was tight with autumn, however, being an earth. tight with any season except winter. she truly believed that season to be the nemesis of earth elementals everywhere. "i would be so lost without it, because let's be honest, canada is much more different than the us. was expecting the ceremony to involve maple syrup at some point." they were both western, however, and she'd known little about both of them before they started planning all of it. that had been her biggest concern -- not knowing anything about what she was supposed to do for her own wedding. it really was endearing that lark apparently couldn't dance, but nell believed that everyone had the dance within them! or something cheesy like that. "flamenco, the dance of the spanish. it involves a guitar, palmas, and a pretty red dresss so we have a lot to work on." it was a popular dance in many cultures as she'd found out, and she'd love to teach lark it, even though she wasn't exceptional a dance herself. she didn't do it enough to be a pro like those who actually went to school for it. when lark spoke of being a fish out of water, nell shook her head. "course not, you will be de belle of de ball," she continued with her spanish accent. maybe the flamenco was a little too much, but slow dancing was a must for weddings. as far as she'd been told. the girl truly learned something new every day, especially when it came to the wedding.
nell moved her finger as if checking the girl off on her mental list of people she needed to ask. "chicken for one," she said. of course she'd have to find out about ashton, but she was certain there'd be more than enough. though nell didn't know the cost of everything, she understood that quite a lot of money was going into it. lark asked about more of the food, and nell rolled her eyes up to think about it. she and josh had been very involved in all the planning -- after all, it was their wedding -- but she couldn't remember everything. "there's a lot of finger food for all the sides and stuff. and cake, of course! and chocolate fondue." it wasn't hard to guess what nell was excited about. she loved food and cake, but chocolate fondue was completely foreign and blew her mind when she first heard of it. "and you know, for drinks there's a bar." she would be downing shirley temples like nothing else, and enjoying while half the guests got supremely junk. "pretty sure there's also some spanish cuisine. which means seafood." it was the iberian peninsula, seafood consisted of most of the dishes. of course, she wasn't going full-on traditional for the wedding. then she would have to be carrying around coins, wearing a black dress, and making a shirt for her groom. she was happy with a canadian wedding, that was for sure. "now you've got me thinking about food, and i should eat something real instead of donuts." she sighed as she looked at it, the box of donuts she had been feasting on. she supposed she really should be watching her diet so she wouldn't have to make alterations with the dress if she lost or gained weight.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Oct 23, 2012 15:32:12 GMT -5
She tried to think back and recall if she were close to or at least spent a little time around a stoner, but the closest she came to was Brett. That induced a flash flood of bitter feelings and hatred, so she decided it was best not to even bring him into the conversation. "Probably because they can't really function and do much else," Lark thought on this aloud, tilting her head a bit to the side. They looked awfully happy, at least. And she heard they were always hungry. Maybe she was a stoner without the marijuana. "Telephone poles are a great source of nutrition," She said seriously, twitching an eyebrow. "Don't deny them their daily source of vitamins." Vitamin D, for dumbass. Doing drugs was not exactly on her to-do list and could not quite fathom how anyone thought it was remotely intelligent. Even as a musician Lark preferred to gain her lyrics and confidence on stage the normal way. Her love of movies did not reach the depth that Nell's did but she could appreciate films in entirety. Most of her experiences were comedies and action movies, mostly because she did not prefer chick flicks and only a few horror movies truly caught her full attention. "So then why go out to Timmie's when you can just make food anywhere you want?" You could make food anywhere, even while hiking Mount Everest if you felt inclined. "Even the library while you're studying. Just reach into your bag and make an omelet or soup." Fortunately Lark was full so discussing food did not induce another wave of hunger but it still sounded delicious.
Whenever candy and sweets came into the equation it was nice to know she could relate with, well, Nell, Josh, and Ashton in that regard. Going and snagging donuts for breakfast or munching on a cupcake after dinner could be done with friends. "I do like Snow Caps." Nell's question left her in a thoughtful silence, index finger tapping on the table in a soft, rhythmic way. "I don't even know if I've ever eaten Raisinets. But I'm going to, and I'll eat them outside of the movie theater. I'm going to start a trend." A Raisinet trend that could soon go worldwide. She was willing to try anything once, even if the food looked like it had been chewed up three times by a cow. So long as it was edible.
"Just invite it over for dinner a couple of times. You know, a date or two. Then maybe it will guide you to becoming one with autumn." Josh would probably not appreciate Nell flirting with the seasons but everyone needed to embrace each and every one. They were unavoidable anyway so might as well learn to coexist with every heat wave, every snowstorm, and every bout of rain. Not that Lark was exactly BFF's with winter. They did not see eye to eye. Lark chuckled at the image of maple syrup being drizzled all over everything, including the floor, and people gluing maple leaves on the tables. "You both should ride in on a moose." That would be a wedding to remember. Who knows? Maybe this magazine will put them on the front page. Lark looked sour for a moment at mention of the dresses, then smiled. "I could play the guitar instead?" She offered this with the utmost sincerity. At least that was a comfort zone. Dancing, not so much. Nell's accent was adorable and Lark had difficulty holding back more tiny bouts of laughter. Frankly, it suited her friend pretty well. "If you say so, though I think it would make more sense for you to take on that label. At least for that day." It was not her wedding, after all. Being in the spotlight or being noticed at someone else's event was awkward.
Lark nodded as she was 'checked off' on the 'list'. Nell would have to ask Ashton what he wanted but she figured that would not be a problem. Deciding meals for her boyfriend seemed a bit strange anyway. There was a noise of hungry anticipation at the mention of chocolate fondue, the girl rolling her head back. "Oh my god," She mumbled, drawing her chin back down again. "Chocolate fondue. This will be my favorite wedding of all time." Because, you know, weddings were nothing without dessert. Of course she was simply excited to see the wedding itself. Food was simply a perk. Her expression remained bright as there was mention of a bar and seafood; fish was not a favorite by any means but any other marine life was game, like shrimp and lobster. Her head turned to take a swift glance at the menu behind her before looking to her friend again. "Well, grab yourself something! I'm in no rush today so I can chill out all day. Unless you've got something to do." Lark shrugged, actually feeling a bit of giddiness over discussing the dresses and doing their hair. Perhaps it was the fact that this was a special occasion that she could find true enjoyment in being out of jeans and t-shirts and tennis shoes. When you did not dress up every day, it made it easier to feel good in going past casual clothing. Strange, but not bad.
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