s t o p & s t a r e; --- [pacey]

[LISA SARAH GRACE]

For anyone reasonable, staying indoors during the winter was probably the first thing a person made sure they were doing. The slippery ice; the stinging, cold air—they were obviously the worst things about winter, but Lisa didn’t think of it that way. Despite the previous things that were mentioned, she absolutely loved winter. She loved playing in the snow, making snowmen, having snowball fights, and the delicious hot chocolate she’d get after a long, cold day. Too bad not many people agreed with her, so she was often alone in her daily walks, though she didn’t mind the solitude. Besides, people would just get in the way when she made her snowman! They disrupted her creativity. Who needs people?

Okay. That was a rhetorical question that Lisa could answer easily—she did. Even though she didn’t have many friends and some were rather rude to her—she needed them, like she was sure everyone else in the world did. Loneliness was a painful feeling, she knew from experience. But at least she had some friends now, unlike in high school. Lisa cringed at the thought. She tried fitting in, but with her personality, it was hard to, so she ended up being a loner. Looking back, Lisa realized how much she tried to convince herself that she was fine with it and at one point, she actually believed it… for a second. She distinctly remembered one weekend where she went to Maple Hallow alone, where she saw familiar faces with their own friends, laughing and smiling and just generally enjoying the other’s company. She genuinely felt lonely; that’s why now, she appreciated each and every friend she’s made thus far. They were all quirky in their own sense, but that’s what she loved about them. They all accepted her for who she was, after all. Abnormalities and all.

But of course, Lisa still liked being alone. Taking a walk along the lake’s shore was one of her favorite activities she did when she wanted some solitude, other than to paint. The powdery, white sheet that glazed each and every object was much more appealing to look at, honestly. Her fingers would be too numb to paint anything, and it had been awhile for her to be outside, alone. Actually alone. It seemed that too many people migrated inside for the warmth. Lisa didn’t mind the cold all that much, considering the amount of layers she was wearing at this instant. She looked like a stubby marshmallow, in fact, but at least she was warm.

Lisa ran (carefully) towards the lake, grinning widely with her arms outstretched. The wind was quite refreshing, actually, considering the fact she was almost sweating in her coat. She slowly slipped it off, folding it and leaving it on the ground; she’d go back for it when she was ready to leave, but for now, she’d enjoy the alone time, the wind softly whipping through her hair as she tentatively took a step onto the thick layer of ice that covered the lake. At first she was very careful with each step she took, not wanting for the ice to crack and be dunked into ice cold water, but once she was sure the ice was thick enough to support her weight, Lisa took a few steps back before sliding across the ice. At first it was the kind of feeling where your stomach would drop and on instinct her hands would flail, trying to keep her balance, but she eventually got the hang of it. A smile was plastered on her face as slid across the ice, enjoying the wind. Heh, it was a surprise she hadn’t tripped over herself yet.

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[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Pacey would suggest that his life had gotten marginally better since he'd turned seventeen in September, gotten his full driver's license, and received a car from his parents -- for his birthday -- all pretty much at once. Life was sick. Mostly for Pacey, who didn't have to travel or commute very much, it meant that when he wanted to go hang out in town or something like that, all he had to do was hop in his car and drive off, and that was that. He still lived in the dorms, after all -- there was no need for him to move out just yet, and his parents believed that he was safer and better taken care of there. Pacey would have liked to disagree, but he also liked getting along with his parents -- which he normally did without issue -- so stickingin the dorms it was. He wouldn't be eighteen yet until pretty much the end of twelfth grade anyway, so there was no use in that. That would be something to do if he decided to attend the Academy for college -- or even if he didn't, he supposed. Pacey did need to figure out what it was he wanted to do, though. Either way, having a car, he was pretty sure, was a good step towards being able to do whatever he wanted; even better, he didn't have to take out any ridiculous loans in order to pay for it, either. It was a blessing of having wealthy parents, and it was something that Pacey didn't even really ever think about, just because there was no necessity. It was never really any of his concern, anyway, at least not yet. He wasn't stupid, at least. He understood a thing or two about money and such and so on.

He knew, for instance, that his car was no super flashy sports car, but it was definitely a very nice car for a teenager to be driving around, and it came fully-loaded with everything he could have asked for. The car was red and beautiful and he had named it -- her -- Carly, after Carly Rae Jepsen. He also occasionally sang 'Call Me Maybe' to his car when nobody was around, but that was not information that other people needed to be privy to. This was what he was doing right now, actually, as he got out of his car and patted the wing mirror with affection -- he just really liked his car, it was a normal thing to do, alright -- before heading back up to the school. It had been really warm inside his car, since he'd had time to warm it up in the drive back from the far side of Maple Hollow where he'd been visiting a friend. Outside, though, was pretty darn cold, and he shivered and pulled his hood up to better cover his neck. He had on a tuque as well as his gloves and winter jacket, but it was still pretty cold, and he wanted to make a beeline for a castle. After a few minutes' walk, though, he had warmed up considerably, and maybe... maybe it'd be a good idea to hang around outside for a bit. He wondered if maybe the lake would be frozen over well enough to ice skate on, and if so then he could most certainly go inside to grab his skates and drag someone out here with him later. That would be fun despite the cold, and plus then that probably meant hot chocolate and stuff like that later. Mm... Hot chocolate.

He switched directions rather abruptly, glad that nobody was around to see him looking kind of ridiculous, and headed for the lake instead so that he could scope it out briefly, already excited for the prospect of going skating later. It was weird that he hadn't gone this year yet, actually, with the lake nearby as well as some ice skating rinks. As it turned out, the ice was thick enough to skate on, because when he arrived there was already a girl wooshing around on the ice. He spotted her first skating around, then noticed an enormous, poofy jacket lying in the snow a few feet to his right. He walked over to inspect it quickly before calling out, "Is this yours?" Then the next question was, of course, "Aren't you cold?" Pacey had on a jacket and he was still a little cold, after all -- of course, his coat wasn't anything that big and thick, but still! Hopefully the girl knew what she was doing -- she didn't look very cold, at least. He looked over at her more closely for evidence of this and then finally noticed something and asked, "Wait, are you even wearing skates?" Oops, that may have been too many questions all at once. Pacey didn't even know the girl!

[LISA SARAH GRACE]

It was a wonder how Lisa managed to not slip on the ice by now. She tripped over everything and nothing; she was a klutz, quite frankly. But she was at peace with herself, the wind refreshing against her flushed cheeks, feeling free. Lisa wasn’t focused on her feet because she knew if she did, flop—a huge bruise on her bosom that would be sore for days. So she just kept her focus forward, that way she wasn’t a danger to herself and potentially anyone around her that she didn’t notice. A spot of blond hair did catch Lisa’s eyes for a split second though, and the shout afterwards startled her enough for her to stumble a bit, stopping completely on the ice as she tried to steady herself with her hands. Peering towards the shore, all Lisa could really see was the bright, blond hair. She smiled to herself a bit and waved to the person she didn’t know, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout back, “Yes~!” She hugged her arms to herself, smiling brightly, though Lisa figured the person wouldn’t see it. Her legs began moving again, and although sliding on the ice wasn’t nearly as smooth as skating on it, she enjoyed herself. Besides, she didn’t have any ice skates, either, so she made use of what she had. Not pausing to take a clearer look at the person, she began sliding across the ice again, closing her eyes. Lisa merely shook her head as he asked his next question, casually calling back, “Too warm~!” She remembered being trapped in her marshmallow of a coat and grimaced, though it was quickly replaced with smile as the wind whipped through her hair.

At his next question, Lisa abruptly stopped, turning to face him. She was a lot closer to the shore than she thought and she tilted her head as she finally got a good look at the boy she thought already left. He was baby-faced in a way that made Lisa want to reach over and squish his cheeks together like he was a baby. It sounded like something she would actually do if she wasn’t aware of it, so she kept her hands firmly at her sides, gripping the hem of her skirt. “It’s much more fun without them,” she simply said, sliding closer to him, though it seemed she was a lot more uncoordinated in the presence of another person. She grinned up at him, holding out her hand. “Would you like to join me?” Lisa watched him curiously, wondering if he’d actually take the invite. She had no idea who he was, come to think of it, and she dropped her hand, stepping off the ice and right next to him. She couldn’t stop staring at his hair—the overall surroundings of snow and ice just made his hair look even brighter. A look of fascination glazed over her eyes and she reached out tentatively, petting the hair gently. “It’s soft,” Lisa murmured to herself before dropping her hand once again, snapping out of her phase. It was almost a casual gesture, as if she had known and grew comfortable with him in the short minutes that passed and admittedly, Lisa was. Sort of. This was probably one of the bigger reasons her friends worried for her—she grew comfortable around people quickly, even to strangers. They worried that maybe one day she’d meet the wrong stranger, but when she looked up at the baby-faced blondie, she could hardly say he was dangerous. Just look at his cheeks!

Lisa stuck out her hand, smiling brightly. “I’m Lisa.” She cringed slightly while saying it. “But call me Liz. Or Lissy. Maybe Ellie. Whichever you prefer!” Lisa giggled slightly and stepped tentatively back onto the ice again, not caring to pause for his name. “I’ll race ya!” With a mischievous glint in her eye, she took off sliding onto the ice, not looking back once.

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[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Well, the jacket was hers, so at least that was one mystery solved, but even so this didn't tell him very much, like why she wasn't wearing the jacket when it was pretty cold out. Maple Hollow was much colder than Toronto, and it wasn't like Toronto's winters were warm -- definitely not. He was more amused than anything else, however, and his eyes widened a little bit as he answered, his face otherwise perfectly innocent as he asked, "Are you from the North Pole?" It wasn't meant to be patronizing in any way but man, seriously, she had to be crazy if she thought it was warm -- then again, that jacket did look pretty heavy-duty unless they really were at the North Pole, so maybe she was onto something. Pacey wasn't shedding his jacket anytime, though, and not only because it was more for aesthetics than actual warmth.

Her answer to his question was bewildering to say the least, but the girl seemed so happy that he couldn't deny that maybe she was onto something -- just possibly. "Is it?" he asked, very preoccupied with just watching her feet -- very much without skates, of course, as he had been correct in his observations earlier. "I guess it does look pretty fun --" he conceded, looking up to meet her face for the first time since she'd slid closer. Pacey found himself at a sudden loss for words, and his last sentence even choked itself off -- uh, what had he been saying just a second ago? ...Derp. The problem was that Pacey kind of got a little moony when in the presence of a pretty girl, and this girl, whoever she was, was very much a pretty girl. "I -- uh -- yeah, that'd be awesome!" he said enthusiastically. Never mind the fact that he'd been questioning it just a moment ago -- he had already decided before this that it looked fun, and now that there was a pretty girl extending an invitation towards him... well, there was no turning that down. "Is it hard?" he asked with a frown. "Going without skates?"

Then he was caught even more offguard -- beauty was one thing but physical contact was quite another -- when she reached out and touched his hair. Pacey wasn't easily embarrassed, but he did grin a little sheepishly and duck his head a bit -- to make it easier for her to reach his head -- when she made to touch his hair. "Uh..." He was standing with a pretty girl and she was touching his hair -- well, this was a very weird situation to be in. All the same, Pacey concluded that it had been a very good decision coming all the way out here to the lake, even though this hadn't been his intention at all from the start. His eyes were probably glowing with stars or hearts or something as he looked at her, much too preoccupied with his almost starstruck thoughts to register the kind of glazed over expression on her face. "Yeah, I try to take care of it," he said with a bit of a laugh, not feeling so much awkward as just... well, maybe awkward was the right word for it. He just grinned broadly once she seemed to snap out of it, and she introduced herself -- Lisa was a nice name, he concluded, as were all of these various nicknames, even though she didn't seem to like the name too much herself. Ellie sounded the cutest, and he settled for this one.

He was about to say so, as well as reach out a hand and introduce himself in return, but evidently she wasn't waiting around for that kind of nonsense, as she was already stepping away on the ice again. "O-okay!" he stammered a bit, not sure what to make of this whole situation, but it seemed fun, and he followed her quickly, taking a few moments to gain his bearings. He hadn't yet adjusted, however, and he tripped and fell flat on his face on the cold, hard ice. "Ow..." he mumbled, almost facepalming -- way to embarrass yourself in front of a pretty girl, Pace. "No fair, you had more practise," he argued, but it was in a very playful tone rather than any even remotely serious one.

[LISA SARAH GRACE]

Though Lisa wasn’t a Fire, she always felt warm even in the coldest of winters. She figured it was mostly because she was too absorbed in the confines of her mind to pay attention to the weather or if she was about to run into a pole, quite frankly. It could be potentially dangerous, but hey! At least she hasn’t wandered into the street before. “The North Pole?” she repeated, spinning around to face him in confusion, though she giggled a moment later. Now that Lisa actually thought about it, it was pretty cold, but not enough to send shivers down her spine—besides, sliding around the ice was tiring but it at least kept her warm. “Why, of course~” she called after him, taking a tentative step forward before sliding again, this time slower. “I’m part polar bear, isn’t it obvious?” Lisa smiled at him from over her shoulder, shaping her hand into what was supposed to be paw and clawed at the air before laughing, stretching her arms above her head as she breathed in the crisp air. She was weird, she would admit at least that much.

“It is,” she confirmed with a nod as she followed his gaze and looked at her own worn out shoes. It was probably a good idea to buy new ones. This pair especially has been abused by Lisa’s many adventures; she hiked in them, painted in them, slid in them whenever winter came around—needless to say, she did everything in them. They were quite comfortable, so it wasn’t a problem. Besides, the paint splatters gave them a nice touch. It hid the tears and holes. “It is!” Lisa repeated enthusiastically, not noticing the sudden cut off of his sentence; rather she was still inspecting her shoes as she got closer the boy. She did look up for a brief moment to smile at him as he continued and she nodded once firmly. “Oh, wonderful! It is a pleasure to have you as company, then~” She stretched out the end of her sentence, suddenly realizing she had no idea who this person was. She didn’t know his name, for starters. Or if he was a creepy stalker. Oh, well. Lisa paid no attention to those details. Even though she was pretty small, she had a packed punch if it was needed. Her older brother taught some things just in case. “Not at all,” she replied, then tilted her head as she thought for one silent moment. With another determined nod of her head, she held out her hand again. “You can always hold my hand if you have trouble!”

Continuously, Lisa stroked the boy’s hair, blinking in complete interest. “Cotton candy…” she softly murmured, then her eyes lit up and she jumped in front of the boy again, a grin on her face. “Cotton candy! I shall call you Cotton Candy! CeCe for short.” Lisa giggled, ruffling his hair once more. She liked making up nicknames for people—they made them more memorable in her mind (which was a rather hard thing to do with boring names such as her own). Lisa didn’t think it was such a horrible thing but she did run into few problems before; apparently some were a bit taken aback, thinking the nicknames as an insult, which she was practically incapable of doing. “Well, CeCe,” she started, patting her own mess of a hair. “You need to teach me a few of your tricks!” Lisa’s hair always managed to stick up in random angles.

She closed her eyes as she took off, relishing the air as it caressed her face. So this is what it felt like to not be a klutz on normal ground. Hmm, maybe she’d take some classes on etiquette or something; one of these days she’d hurt herself seriously with the way she was so clumsy. Speaking of clumsy, just this morning she nearly plummeted to her death on the stairs. Luckily her older brother was there to grab her by the back of her shirt to prevent that from happening—seriously, even though she was a morning person, there were just a couple of times where she’d like to stab her alarm clock… after being consumed by her thoughts for a few moments, Lisa realized she didn’t hear anyone behind. Rather, she only heard her own shuffling of feet on the ice. Confused, she spun around, scanning the ice before spotting a lump of clothes on the ground. Throwing her hands onto her mouth, she quickly made her way towards the boy. Once she reached him, Lisa kneeled down and squished his face in her hands, searching for any injuries as she began panicking. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry! We should go to the nurse’s office!” She scrambled onto her feet and began tugging at his jacket, not waiting for him to get up as well before she started dragging him to shore. Lisa didn’t get too far before she dropped him all together, tired. She collapsed next to him, breathing heavily as she weakly tugged at him again. “C’mon… Cece…” Maybe she needed to go back to her brother and ask for some training. Her endurance was little to none.

[so. yeah. i majorly just rambled. please do not try to match word count. xD]

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[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

The girl seemed happy and bubbly and -- okay, a little spacey, but honestly, that was just the type of person that Pacey surrounded himself with anyway because he thought they were fun. Plus, she was kind of sort of beautiful, and he laughed a little more than he should have at her polar bear comment. "I like polar bears," he said after a second, smiling. "You don't look much like a polar bear, though." No, she definitely looked one hundred percent cute human female, no polar bears involved -- although polar bears were always adorable too, just in a different way. He clawed back at her, grinning broadly. "You too!" he responded enthusiastically and honestly, already enjoying the girl's company. She was nice and cute and fun and, really, what else could he ask for in random strangers that he met sliding around on the ice? There wasn't much, seriously. "Well -- I guess if I have someone to show me," he said sheepishly, reaching out a hand and taking hers, hoping that he didn't look stupidly eager or anything. It wasn't every day that pretty girls offered him a hand to hold. "Thanks!"

Pacey didn't know what to say about his hair, honestly, except that he did also love it very much, but he couldn't really say that without probably sounding silly. "Cotton candy? It probably doesn't taste that good though," he said, using his free hand to pat his own hair gently a few times. It was pretty soft, though he couldn't see the whole cotton candy bit. He shook his head a bit to get it back into shape once she ruffled it, accepting the nickname without complaint. The last "Ce" part sounded like the end of "Pacey" anyway, even though CeCe sounded really feminine to him, but ah well. He was confident enough in his masculinity. "Tricks? Hair tricks? I think it might be natural but sure!" he said, beaming happily, glad for any excuse to discuss one of his favourite things (his hair) with someone he liked quite a bit so far. "Your hair might look nice blonde, too," he said, nodding. His hair was brown now but had been blonde just a while ago -- sometimes he sort of missed it.

Once she took off he tried to keep up, pushing off with one of his feet and sliding on the other, then trying to restabilize on both. He got it for the first few couple of steps (or slides, rather) but then lost balance, and his gloved hand slid without much trouble out of hers as he fell onto the ice, hitting his elbow in the process. "Ow," he hissed to himself, cradling his elbow -- ouch, his poor funny bone; it really wasn't funny at all -- as he half-laid, half-sat there. Lisa didn't seem to have noticed that he had fallen, and maybe that was better for his pride, if he were able to retain some kind of air of knowing what the heck he was doing. He looked up, his eyes following her -- how she did that so easily he had no idea -- but he had only been sitting for about a second or so before she seemed to notice that he had fallen, and rushed back. Aw, dang. There went all hopes of keeping his pride. Next thing he knew, his face was being squished between her hands and he tried to speak and tell her that he was alright, but with his cheeks being pushed together it sounded more like, "Ahimawa!" That probably didn't make any sense, but either way. When she finally released him he thought she had understood, and he continued, "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay, it was just a little fall!" he said, feeling that his cheeks were probably hurting a little more than his elbow now -- mostly -- but finding that it was even worse when suddenly she started tugging on his jacket, dragging him. "Waaait, Liiiiisaaaaa," he called at her, struggling to get to his feet so that he could stop her, but he couldn't find a grip on anything considering they were still on the ice.

Fortunately yet unfortunately, she soon ran out of energy and apparently gave up, flopping down next to him. To be fair, he was probably quite a bit heavier than her, even if he wasn't even close to being the biggest guy around. "Lisa... Lele," he said, emulating the nickname she'd come up with for him, "seriously, I'm okay. I promise!" He wouldn't lie about that -- he wasn't tough enough to have that much pride to protect. "Are you okay?" he asked, thinking of how she'd collapsed, but he flopped back, suddenly tired just looking at her. Then, rubbing his elbow a little bit still, he suddenly started laughing. Hey, it was funny.

[LISA SARAH GRACE]

If anything, Lisa was more like a penguin than a polar bear. Waddling around, slipping across ice—yup, that sounded more like her. Besides, she was absolutely sure she’d be the worst polar bear ever. “What gave it away?” she giggled, of course, besides the fact that she really wasn’t a polar bear. She imagined herself eternally wearing a fur coat that was attached to her skin if that were the case. Lisa shuddered. She didn’t even want to think what it’d be like during the summer. “It’s a good thing we found each other, then!” Lisa chirped, sending a nod his way. Most people left within minutes after talking to her. She found it odd, but then again, people found her odd, so she guessed she shouldn’t be expecting too much. Luckily there were those who were just as abnormal as she was (or they enjoyed laughing at her; she hoped it was the former) so it wasn’t lonely all the time. “Just don’t slow me down!” she warned jokingly, grinning at him when he took her hand, though she frowned slightly afterwards. “Your hands are cold.” Well, it was cold compared to hers, so Lisa took her other hand and put it over his carefully, blowing air at it. It was more like she was blowing clouds at him, though she hoped it would warm his hand a bit. Nevermind that she didn’t really know who he was.

“Probably not,” she replied blankly, staring at the top of his head. “Though, if you did, you’d probably have pica disorder...” Lisa trailed off, her gaze floating farther from him. She faintly remembered that irrelevant fact she learned in one of her… classes? Random fact she found on the internet? Apparently people with pica disorder are lacking zinc, or some other nutrients. Lisa patted him on the shoulder. “I suggest eating more oysters,” she said, her voice airy and light. CeCe probably had no idea what she was talking about—most people didn’t—because most of her conversations went on in her head. Oh, well. “Me? Blonde?” Lisa laughed at the thought of it, shaking her head. “I don’t I’d look too good in it. Perhaps, maybe red? That way I’d look like Ariel~” Was it weird that Lisa wanted to be a mermaid? Or rather, look like one? She has always adored the thought of living underwater.

Lisa was known amongst her friends to worry too much. She couldn’t help it; she just had a… maternal instinct? That’s what it was. It was natural to worry, right? Lisa didn’t want any of her friends dying on her. “A little fall?” she repeated incredulously, tugging as hard as she could. Either he was really heavy, or she was just that weak. Probably the latter. “You landed on your face!” And she knew that hurt. A lot. Though, he probably wouldn’t be able to feel the extent of the pain considering it was cold out and his face was probably numb. “There’s no time for waiting! You could be seriously hurt and just not know it yet!” she replied back frantically, though she was noticeably slowing down her pace. You’d think the ice would help, considering. “Stop… struggling…” Seriously. It was making it a lot harder to pull him.

She laid perfectly on her back, catching her breath. Her warm breath made clouds in the air and she turned her head to look at him, pouting slightly. “I’m absolutely fine!” Lisa’s sprawled out body probably said otherwise. She huffed when he flopped down with her and she turned her head again to look up at the sky. Then, out of nowhere, he started laughing. “Wha—” Lisa furrowed her eyebrows slightly and looked at him again, the corners of her lips turning upwards until giggles escaped her own lips. “Why—are you… laughing?” she said between laughter, shoving at his shoulder slightly. Well, they were both laying down on the cold ice. Both breathless—Lisa from her lugging a body and Pacey with his struggling against her. She figured that was funny, but his laughter was so contagious, she couldn’t resist the giggle fit that followed.

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[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Pacey couldn't help but smile like a loon when he heard her giggle. That was seriously adorable. "Because you're so cute!" he said, and then stopped -- the stupid grin was on his face but he quickly continued, "Like... like a polar bear. They're cute too." They were indeed very cute, though Lisa was more of a human girl cute than a mama bear cute. Her hair was so long and lovely and she had a very cute smile and... okay, Pacey should stop and try to focus on what was happening. "I... yeah, I guess they're pretty cold, but --" he started, but cut himself off, a little bit startled when she started blowing warm air onto his hand. "Um, what... what are you doing?" he asked uncertainly. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing at all -- he didn't mind, anyway -- but the girl sure was a little bit bizarre. Ah, well. She seemed a perfectly nice type of bizarre, at least. "I think my hands are okay. Unless they feel really cold to you? I can't really feel them, actually." He said this a bit sheepishly, chuckling a bit. Okay, so maybe his hands were pretty cold.

He watched her as she watched his hair. Pacey was a little bit confused by this girl in general, but it was a wierd kind of confused where he wanted to know more. She was certainly interesting. Was she always like this? "Pica disorder?" he asked, eyebrows wrinkled together in confusion. The poor boy had no idea what that was, nor any idea how it connected to what they had just been talking about. "Oh. I like oysters!" he said anyway, always happy to talk about food even if he didn't know what was going on the rest of the time. "Seafood in general, actually. But oysters are really good..." Now he was daydreaming about a giant seafood buffet, and that just wasn't good. He wondered if it would be weird if he invited her to come with him to go eat oysters. It probably would be if he worded it like that. "Hey, I think you'd look great blonde!" he said, shaking his head. "Red would be cute too, though. Ariel's the best." He smiled. Ariel did rank up there on his list of favourite Disney princesses. "But so are the others. I like Mulan. And Tiana, and Snow White."

Actually, he didn't think he was that heavy, considering he had a pretty wicked fast metabolism -- for how much he ate, the kid was really slim. If anything, a lot of it might be hidden muscle mass, but for the most part he just looked skinny. Lisa was smaller than him, though -- he felt bad that she was trying to drag him all the way there, but he hadn't asked her to! He was trying to get her to stop, here! "Yeah, a little fall!" he repeated, though he smiled in amusement when she said that he'd landed on his face. "Well... well, don't rub it in," he said, sighing a little bit. "But seriously though, it's not that bad! Hardly felt it!" He tried to wave it off but it was difficult to literally do so when she was dragging him along the ice. "Trust me, I'd know!" He shouldn't say that he was accustomed to getting hurt by falling on his face on the ice, but he wasn't exactly new to minor injuries. This was nothing, unless he was bleeding, and he was pretty sure he would have noticed that by now. "Look see, nothing's broken, there's no open wounds! Lisaaaaaa..." He couldn't tell if she was listening or not.

At the same time as he was struggling, of course, he thought it was cute -- how worried she was about his well-being, even though he kept insisting that he was okay. He really was okay, too, just maybe a little banged up, but that would fix itself without a problem. If anything did come up later, he would go to the medical wing by himself! Still... she was so nice. The thought made him smile a bit when he looked at her, though he was also smiling in relief that she had finally stopped. "Okay. Good!" he managed to say before he started laughing, and then he rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her, but his eyes were scrunched up in his ridiculous laughter anyway. "I just --" He stopped, interrupted by another fit of giggles when she started laughing too. Oh no, this was an endless loop. It took a very long time for him to finally compose himself enough to sit up (nearly falling back over in the process because it was so slippery) and say, "We're just... we're lying in the middle of a lake." He laughed a little bit again, though this time it was more of a chuckle. "That's funny!" He certainly thought so, anyway. He wasn't sure if she did too or if she was just laughing because he was.

[LISA SARAH GRACE]

She tilted her head to the side at Pacey’s comment, wondering if she heard correctly. Cute? Lisa was cute? She scrunched her nose a bit, trying to grasp the concept. She had never really been called that before (other than by really affectionate relatives that she hadn’t seen or remembered in a long time), so it caught her off guard slightly, though she grinned nonetheless. “You’re cute, too!” she exclaimed, pinching his cheek. She didn’t see anything wrong with returning the compliment. It was true. He reminded her of a toddler with his baby-face. “Like penguin cute~” Just because his cheeks were so pinch-able. “I’m warming up your hand! You could get frost bite!” Lisa’s face then meshed into horror, rubbing his hand between hers more quickly. This wasn’t weird, right? Most of the things she considered normal was apparently weird in other people’s eyes. “Here,” she said, digging around in her coat before dropping it back down to the ground, holding out bright pink gloves. She liked bright colors. “Wear these!”

“Mhm, pica disorder!” Lisa repeated absentmindedly, petting his hair again. “When a person has the urge to eat non-food items.” Hair being one of them. But she was probably being really irrelevant now and confusing the poor boy. Maybe it was a good thing she brought up oysters, though, because she had no idea where she was going with the disorder thing. “Really? I prefer clams myself. But any kind of seafood is good,” she laughed, patting her stomach. For being only 5’2”, she ate a lot. Probably more than what’s considered normal for a normal diet. But she’d eat all day if she could. Good thing for her fast metabolism! “Don’t forget Jasmine!” she added, grinning. She had to admit, when she was younger, she was slightly jealous of Jasmine. Mostly because she had a huge crush on Aladdin and Jasmine had a tiger for a pet. If that’s not cool, she doesn’t know what is.

Lisa was probably the weakest person in her family. Her father was a construction worker and Michaelangelo exercised often—Hero was definitely stronger compared to herself as well as her mother, and Jackson… well, Jackson was an exception. He was still a little kid. It was probably best to group herself up with him. She had the strength of a 6 year old, though she wouldn’t be surprised that when he grows up, he’d follow her father and older brother’s steps of being a macho man with insane muscles. “You’ll probably feel it when your face gets warm,” she pointed out, though she giggled slightly afterwards. Lisa felt instantly bad afterwards for doing so and clasped a hand over her mouth. No laughing, that was mean! “That’s the problem! What if it’s internal!” she squeaked, eyes widening slightly. That just made her panic ten times more and she tugged harder, ignoring his pleas.

Though, obviously she had to give in sometime. She didn’t have the strength to keep going. It wasn’t like she wanted to give in. If she had a sled, that was another story. Lisa could just imagine it—her dragging Pacey across the Academy. “How… is that… funny?” she asked between giggles, clutching her stomach. Laughter really was contagious and even though her stomach hurt, she didn’t try to calm herself. It was nice letting out laughter; even if they were in the middle of a frozen lake. “You’re… weird!”

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[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Was it a bad thing if he was a little disappointed that she thought he was penguin cute? That was basically like if she told him that he was her little brother or a puppy or something -- which, okay, wasn't necessarily bad, but Pacey heard that way too often from attractive girls to be perfectly content with it. Sigh. Ah well. "Thanks," he said anyway, grinning a little bit. She really was too cute. He could never hold something like that against her, anyway -- Pacey wasn't a jerk. "I don't think I'll get frostbite!" he told her, chuckling. "I'll be fine!" He watched as she rummaged through her jacket -- she was right, his hand really was cold when she wasn't holding onto it, but he didn't say this aloud -- and then withdrew a pair of bright pink gloves. He couldn't help but laugh a little. "Okay," he agreed finally, taking the gloves from her and slipping them on his hands. They were cute and very fitting for her, actually -- pink probably wasn't Pacey's colour, but he didn't mind at all. "Are you sure you're not cold?" She wasn't even wearing a jacket.

Pica disorder sounded very strange, but it did sound like something he'd heard of before. Pacey didn't know, though -- these certainly weren't his fields of expertise. "Oh, yeah," he said, blinking. "I don't think I have that, no..." His hair most certainly did not taste like cotton candy. Seafood, at least, was better to eat than hair, that was for sure. "Clams are good too!" he told her enthusiastically. "I love seafood... Actually, just any food." His smile was sheepish as he nodded. Food was amazing. The way she patted her stomach was very amusing and endearing; he liked when girls could appreciate food. "Oh! I could never forget Jasmine." Aladdin was such a champ, too -- Pacey did love his Disney movies.

He just shook his head, still bewildered at what was going on. Why was she pulling him along? He was fine! "It's fine, really, it's --" He cut himself off, even more confused when he heard her laughing. He grinned a little ibt. "Are you laughing at me?" he asked, trying to sound hurt and upset despite his amusement. Pfft, for someone who seemed so concerned with his well-being, she was gigling quite a lot. It was adorable, actually. He didn't mind at all because he really was perfectly alright. "It's not internal! I promise!" He wished he could do something to assure her of this fact, but it didn't seem that anything he said would help. Luckily for Pacey, she eventually gave up. "It's just... I don't know, it just is funny!" he told her, still laughing way too hard, especially now that she was laughing so hard along with him. "I am not weird!" he protested. If anything, she was the weird one -- not bad weird, because it was a pretty gosh darn adorable kind of weird, but still weird.

[LISA SARAH GRACE]

Lisa found most things cute. She vocalized it, too, not realizing some people just didn’t like being called cute. Was it a bad thing? It was a compliment, wasn’t it? She figured it was because of the “macho” complex guys had. Being cute was a good thing, too. But perhaps that word instantly put them in the friend zone—Lisa had no personal experience with it, but apparently it was painful to be in and hard to escape. Oh, well. She had a hard time sorting out romantic feelings. “You totally could! And there’s no harm in being careful!” she lectured him, shoving the neon pink gloves at him. They were a gift from her older brother a few years back, his reasoning being that pink described her personality. She didn’t understand what it meant, nor did she ask, because her brother was quite peculiar in some aspects. She loved the present nonetheless, and is usually the first things she grabs when it’s winter time. The only thing that made her cringe was that it smelled of him—smelled slightly of smoke. She hated the habit of his, but whatever she said or did, he never listened to her. “Pink suits you,” Lisa giggled. “And I’m fine~ I’m my own space heater!” she exclaimed, hugging her arms for effect. Really, she was. Lisa got warm too easily.

“Forget I said anything,” she quickly said, snapping back to reality. She blushed slightly in spite of herself, mentally smacking her brain for keeping her off track. Really. Was it that hard to keep things on track? “You and I are a lot alike,” she laughed, patting his shoulder and she patted her own stomach again. “I bet you I can beat you in an eating contest!” Lisa ate like there was no tomorrow. Probably ate more than the men in her family combined. What? She just really liked food. “Just make sure to prepare me my own personal bib~” Things got a bit… messy. Especially if she felt starved and it was her favorite food. Sushi. Mmm. Cake. Double yum. But now she was getting hungry.

Lisa shook her head furiously, trying to hide her curved up lips and the obvious sound of restrained laughter. She felt bad for laughing and she was still panicked about the whole thing, but the whole situation was just funny. Especially after she replayed what she probably looked and sounded like in her head. Completely freaked out. “How can you promise that?” It was near impossible and she began poking him in random places, less panicked and now just joking around. She wondered faintly if Pacey was ticklish. She kind of hoped so, but then again she didn’t. Because if he was, then he’d seek revenge and try to tickle her—and she was ticklish everywhere. Unfortunately. “You’re right, you falling on your face is funny!” she chirped brightly, giggling again as she nudged him away playfully. That was a joke, because she was pretty horrified when she saw that happen, but it could be funny in a long run. “There’s nothing wrong with being weird~” Lisa pointed out, grinning. There really wasn’t—she was probably weirder than Pacey by tenfold, but a little weirdness was endearing. Right? Right. Better be.

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[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Pacey was kind of startled that she was now thrusting pink gloves into his face, and as a kid who'd had his hair bright blonde for a long time before going brown like it was now, he wasn't the type to throw this word around, but ouch, that was blinding. "Ahhh!" he said, blinking rapidly to get the brightness out of his eyes -- he was really just kidding, of course. "They're so bright!" he whined a little, but he tugged the gloves on without further complaint. He wasn't serious at all about most anything, and he certainly wasn't going to turn down a kind offer like that. Lisa was so sweet! "Does it? That's because I'm the manliest of manly men!" he declared, putting one of his newly pink gloved hands in the air in a fist pump. "Okay, if you say so!" He smiled when she hugged herself. That was seriously adorable.

He blinked when she abruptly changed the subject -- he was a bit confused, actually, but he just nodded anyway, deciding that it would be better not to further broach the subject since she was now blushing. "Okay," he said in compliance, nodding, but he smiled at her a little. "Nothing to worry about! My problem if I don't know what pica disorder is." Seriously, he'd never heard of that shit in his life, and he wondered if this was a piece of common knowledge or if it wasn't and that was why the girl was blushing. Knowing things like that weren't bad, of course... even if it confused him in conversation. Pacey wasn't any kind of super genius who knew everything, though. "Are we? Then we must make a pretty great pair!" he chirped happily, almost blushing a little himself. Luckily his cheeks had already been red from being wind-whipped outside. "But I bet you can't! I'm the champion of eating contests, you know." The kid could eat and eat and eat and eat... "Will do, I guess. Game on! We'll have to go test this out sometime, then." Pacey had no problem at all with taking her to an all-day buffet or something and pigging out. He rarely if ever had problems with food, and Lisa herself was just too cute for words.

Pacey couldn't think of an answer because the truth was that he couldn't promise that at all. He felt perfectly alright, however, and he wasn't dizzy or anything -- his face hurt a bit but that was probably from faceplanting into the ice, which would be okay. "I don't know, I just can!" he protested anyway, still struggling. He was actually relieved that she'd collapsed sort of too, next to him, but less so when she started poking him. Pacey wasn't particularly ticklish, but everyone had those spots -- she found his easily in his sides when she poked at one, and he actually squealed a little before giving a mortified look. Oh lord, had that sound just come out of his mouth? "You're mean!" he said, gaping at her and then aiming back for her sides as well, and then her stomach, hoping he'd get lucky and find a ticklish spot. It was easier than expected actually, especially since she wasn't even in a jacket.

He pouted, however, when she said that it'd been funny when he fell on his face. Though he knew she was kidding, he let his bottom lip quiver a moment very fakely and dramatically. "I was trying my best," he told her with a look of deep emotional pain on his face, but it was pretty obvious that he was trying not to laugh. He knew that she was kidding, anyway, and after a moment he nudged her back with a laugh. "I wouldn't laugh at you if you fell on your face!" He might have, however. If she hadn't been hurt then it was fair game -- if she was, of course, then he'd feel really awful and immediately try to get her to the medical wing as well. Okay, so he saw why she'd been trying to drag him off, and he thought that was a very nice gesture indeed. "But I guess it's funny when it's me," he said, laughing some more. He never minded laughing at himself at all, though it was more the entire situation that he found funny; his face still stung a little. "Nothing weird about being weird," he agreed, grinning back at her. "Besides, being weird is so much more fun." He was actually a pretty normal guy besides some questionable interests, but mostly he was very relaxed and easygoing. It was never a big deal at all.

He huffed a little, watching the little cloud of his breath as it vanished in the air in front of him. Man, it was cold out still, of course, but his laughing had warmed him up a lot. Still, he sighed again... and again, watched the little cloud disappearing gradually. "Maybe we should go inside," he said absently after a second, staring up at the sky for a second -- still lying on his back on the cold ice -- before turning to look at her. Maybe she would accompany him inside and they could still hang out.

[LISA SARAH GRACE]

Lisa liked bright colors. She was the typical girl who found all bright things pretty and it was apparent in her everyday wardrobe, though she tried to avoid them during the winter. Something about the contrast just made her eyes hurt. Which, obviously, also happened to Pacey. She giggled, somewhat amused, and shoved them closer to his face to tease him. “Of course! Isn’t it lovely?” she joked, her eyes squinting slightly as she said so. They were the only gloves she had that were still intact—the others were either torn, had holes in them, or covered in paint due to her projects. “I don’t think that’s possible,” she giggled, shaking her head. No matter how many times she tried, Lisa couldn’t imagine Pacey as a manly man, not with those cheeks. “Come back with facial hair and we’ll talk.” Though, mentally, that wasn’t a very appealing image. It was more like a 6 year old kid walking around with a moustache.

“Indeed we do.” She nodded once firmly at him, grinning. The context sounded innocent enough—though Lisa had trouble differentiating from platonic feelings and any sort of romantic feelings. Pacey was a nice enough of a guy; someone Lisa would love to have as a friend, though she was absolutely oblivious to what he was thinking. Then again, she barely knew the kid. “Pfft! Prove it!” Despite her petite size, Lisa could eat. She was proud of it as well though she was curious if she and Pacey were on the same level. “Bring it on! Just tell me the time and place and I’ll be there,” she challenged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She rarely ever got to challenge anyone so this was a refreshing and fun change. “The loser should have a penalty~” Because having penalties made it ten times more exciting. And hilarious, if you were the winner which Lisa was confident in being.

Lisa straightened slightly when Pacey made that… whatever sound it was, returning his mortified look with a blank one. She laughed shortly after, the sound replaying in her head and causing her to laugh harder. She wasn’t expecting that—was it even possible for a guy to make that sound?—and squeaked and giggled as her own sides were being targeted. “Stoooop,” she whined. “You’re mean!” Her giggles and gasp for air mixed together as she tried to get away from Pacey—which was near impossible when she could barely breathe through her laughter. Lisa shoved at his hands, curling up on herself slightly, anything to get him to stop. Curse her ticklish genes!

She giggled at his overly exaggerated pout, composing herself shortly after. Lisa did feel guilty for laughing in the first place, but it seemed as if Pacey didn’t mind which she was grateful for. If he’d honestly felt offended, it’d only make Lisa’s guilt increase by tenfold. “Apparently that wasn’t enough!” she teased. Pacey did face plant pretty hard but at least he could laugh at himself—if Lisa were in his position, she would’ve started bawling ages ago. She hated any form of pain so face planting onto the cold ice didn’t seem too appealing to her. “Liar!” she shot back, grinning. It was a fact most people laughed when others hurt themselves. Whether it was in the moment or afterwards, people laughed. Always. Like now, even if Lisa didn’t mean to and felt horrible about it. “That’s not true! It was just the way… you fell…” she said between laughter. The look on his face was priceless, though she wouldn’t say that aloud. It felt like she made fun of Pacey enough as it was. “Very true,” she agreed, grinning at him. She was called weird so many times in her life that she had gotten used to it. But she couldn’t help but wonder—what was so bad about being “weird”?

She turned to face Pacey just as he did to her and shrugged, flopping back down onto her back. “I think I’ll stay here~” Lisa smiled at him before looking back up at the sky. Out of her peripheral vision she could see her pink nose, though it didn’t bother her much. It was quite comfortable, lying here. The clouds were nice, too. “But you can go ahead.” She smiled at him again. “I don’t mind.”

[we can end here or with pacey's next post? :3]

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