he cocked an eyebrow in question but shrugged it away. His movements became almost became mechanical as he mind drifted off into a strange place. One with strange horses that flew like the legend of Pegasus. He tilted his head at an angle and thought for a few moments. He glanced at Waverly and then asked the question that had been nagging at the edges of his mind all night. "So..... Is there specific reason why you stopped by tonight? Not that I didn't enjoy it or anything..." he mumbled that last bit in embarrassment, but soon looked towards her, expecting an answer.
Waverly blushed. It took her a second to think of a believable excuse. “I just wanted to see if you were still friends with me. Wait, you are, right?” She mentally slapped herself for failing so miserably.
(I didn't mention this and really, I just now thought of it, but I've been reading about Skydome houses. They're pretty inexpensive, environmentally friendly, and I was definitely not paid to write this. Anyway, The Martyn family lives in one.)
“A triple check never hurts,” Waverly said with a shrug and a smile. “I’m not what you call a...... normal girl, you know? People don’t usually like to be around me.”
He chuckled. "Anyone who doesn't like being around is, is a madman. If you are strange, then I am the most normal, typical, and expected of the Earth. And we both know that's not true," he said.
“You’re right,“ Waverly agreed. She took his hand, realizing as she did that it didn’t feel awkward anymore. “You’re special in the best possible way. I’ve only know you for a few days, but I can already see that. I’m not special though. I’m practically a pariah, because...” She stopped short, realizing she’d almost told him that she was an orphan. She mentally ordered herself again and again to wait until the last minute possible. Prolong the inevitable rejection. Keep her friend a little longer, and hold his hand a little more before he never let her touch him again. In all the places she’d been, orphans were avoided at all costs. This would most likely again be the case.
Jacquelyn Skye, oblivious to the conversation on the other side of town between two of her classmates, was working incredibly hard to keep her expression neutral, when what her face wanted to do was spontaneously combust.
Her aunt had invited the Goldens over for supper that night and across the table from her sat Henry, the MVP of the first game of the season. She was vaguely aware of how things were with him romantically, and was determined to stay out of it. But he was still very good-looking, and his expression reminded her so forcefully of her dad's raffish grin that she wanted to explode of embarrassment, homesickness, and anger toward her aunt for the invitation all at once.
"More bread?" Henry asked, offering the cutting board holding the half-loaf of sliced bread.
She forced a slight smile and took some, then set the platter down again. To avoid looking at him again, she took a drink of her juice and stared at her reflection in the rippled glass at the bottom of the cup.
She asked to be excused and her aunt, after a hesitation with an expression saying we'll talk later, granted her permission. Jacquelyn took the two slices of bread she had taken off her plate and headed to her room, deciding to work on science homework.
Soon afterward, the Goldens left to their apartment downstairs, fearing that they had somehow caused offense.
Waverly forced a smile. “You’ll see in a minute.” A few moments later, she stopped him in front of the orphanage. “This is it,” she said, failing to hide the sadness in her voice. She didn’t want to say goodbye so soon.
He cocked his head. "This is your home?" he said, gesturing to the orphanage. He smiled sadly. "Looks just like my old one," he said. He sighed. "Being an orphan sucks. Trust me, I know. I spent around 4 years of my childhood in one, until Fred adopted me," he told her. "There no reason to be ashamed about it."
“Wait,” Waverly said after a second. “Fred’s not your...” She almost said “real father,” but realized that didn’t sound right. So she said, “Fred’s not your biological parent? You were an orphan?”
The triplets called their mother to tell them the game was over, so she picked them up and promptly took them home. Maddie went straight into her room, Gabbie fed Cody and watched TV, and Eli went to his room, closed the door, picked up his guitar and started strumming it.
Track trophies lined the walls of his navy blue room. Pictures of him holding metals were above his mirror, and a picture of Zack Treffet(I made this person up) ,an Olympic gold metalist, and Eli's role model, was hung over his bed.
Eli sat down on his bed and strummed a couple chords on his guitar, humming a mellow tune that went along with it. A red, open notebook laid on his bed. He stared at it for a couple seconds. He read the words on the page and frowned. It was a song he made for Ria, but never had the courage to sing it to her. He sighed, closed the notebook, and continued to strum a few random chords.
(I'm thinking something based off Jason Mraz More Than Friends, partly because it's background is guitar and mostly because the subject works for Ria/Eli. Although this is an original... good luck, River! I'd be happy to help if you wanted me to.)
Waverly felt the same quiet. She didn’t want to tell him until she absolutely had to, so she said, “I‘ll tell when we get... home.”
Oscar:
he cocked an eyebrow in question but shrugged it away. His movements became almost became mechanical as he mind drifted off into a strange place. One with strange horses that flew like the legend of Pegasus. He tilted his head at an angle and thought for a few moments. He glanced at Waverly and then asked the question that had been nagging at the edges of his mind all night. "So..... Is there specific reason why you stopped by tonight? Not that I didn't enjoy it or anything..." he mumbled that last bit in embarrassment, but soon looked towards her, expecting an answer.
(And why should she lol?)
( XD. Gah! )
Waverly blushed. It took her a second to think of a believable excuse. “I just wanted to see if you were still friends with me. Wait, you are, right?” She mentally slapped herself for failing so miserably.
(I didn't mention this and really, I just now thought of it, but I've been reading about Skydome houses. They're pretty inexpensive, environmentally friendly, and I was definitely not paid to write this. Anyway, The Martyn family lives in one.)
( "and I was definitely not paid to write this." What? Do you mean you weren't paid to advertise this? )
(Yes. I just like Skydome houses.)
( Okay XD. They do look like a fun house to live in, although also look a little cramped.... )
(Yeah, they kinda do.)
( XD )
Oscar:
He looked at her and smiled with amusement, "Yes, of course I'm still friends with you Waverly," he said as they kept walking, racing the setting sun.
“A triple check never hurts,” Waverly said with a shrug and a smile. “I’m not what you call a...... normal girl, you know? People don’t usually like to be around me.”
Oscar:
He chuckled. "Anyone who doesn't like being around is, is a madman. If you are strange, then I am the most normal, typical, and expected of the Earth. And we both know that's not true," he said.
“You’re right,“ Waverly agreed. She took his hand, realizing as she did that it didn’t feel awkward anymore. “You’re special in the best possible way. I’ve only know you for a few days, but I can already see that. I’m not special though. I’m practically a pariah, because...” She stopped short, realizing she’d almost told him that she was an orphan. She mentally ordered herself again and again to wait until the last minute possible. Prolong the inevitable rejection. Keep her friend a little longer, and hold his hand a little more before he never let her touch him again. In all the places she’d been, orphans were avoided at all costs. This would most likely again be the case.
Oscar:
He felt the tension as she cut herself off. "Because...?" He tried to continue on to what she was saying.
Jacquelyn Skye, oblivious to the conversation on the other side of town between two of her classmates, was working incredibly hard to keep her expression neutral, when what her face wanted to do was spontaneously combust.
Her aunt had invited the Goldens over for supper that night and across the table from her sat Henry, the MVP of the first game of the season. She was vaguely aware of how things were with him romantically, and was determined to stay out of it. But he was still very good-looking, and his expression reminded her so forcefully of her dad's raffish grin that she wanted to explode of embarrassment, homesickness, and anger toward her aunt for the invitation all at once.
"More bread?" Henry asked, offering the cutting board holding the half-loaf of sliced bread.
She forced a slight smile and took some, then set the platter down again. To avoid looking at him again, she took a drink of her juice and stared at her reflection in the rippled glass at the bottom of the cup.
She asked to be excused and her aunt, after a hesitation with an expression saying we'll talk later, granted her permission. Jacquelyn took the two slices of bread she had taken off her plate and headed to her room, deciding to work on science homework.
Soon afterward, the Goldens left to their apartment downstairs, fearing that they had somehow caused offense.
Waverly forced a smile. “You’ll see in a minute.” A few moments later, she stopped him in front of the orphanage. “This is it,” she said, failing to hide the sadness in her voice. She didn’t want to say goodbye so soon.
Oscar:
He cocked his head. "This is your home?" he said, gesturing to the orphanage. He smiled sadly. "Looks just like my old one," he said. He sighed. "Being an orphan sucks. Trust me, I know. I spent around 4 years of my childhood in one, until Fred adopted me," he told her. "There no reason to be ashamed about it."
“Wait,” Waverly said after a second. “Fred’s not your...” She almost said “real father,” but realized that didn’t sound right. So she said, “Fred’s not your biological parent? You were an orphan?”
The triplets called their mother to tell them the game was over, so she picked them up and promptly took them home. Maddie went straight into her room, Gabbie fed Cody and watched TV, and Eli went to his room, closed the door, picked up his guitar and started strumming it.
Track trophies lined the walls of his navy blue room. Pictures of him holding metals were above his mirror, and a picture of Zack Treffet(I made this person up) ,an Olympic gold metalist, and Eli's role model, was hung over his bed.
Eli sat down on his bed and strummed a couple chords on his guitar, humming a mellow tune that went along with it. A red, open notebook laid on his bed. He stared at it for a couple seconds. He read the words on the page and frowned. It was a song he made for Ria, but never had the courage to sing it to her. He sighed, closed the notebook, and continued to strum a few random chords.
(You’ve gotta write some lyrics for real now lol)
(Oh, he's a songwriter? That could make things interesting.)
(I mean not really....He just likes to play guitar and he just wrote one song for Ria)
(I'm thinking something based off Jason Mraz More Than Friends, partly because it's background is guitar and mostly because the subject works for Ria/Eli. Although this is an original... good luck, River! I'd be happy to help if you wanted me to.)
(I looked up more than friends and I like it!!!! It does sound like Elia)