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Post by Finlay Eddelman on Dec 14, 2009 22:13:07 GMT -5
Finlay frowned into his yarn. So Delilah hadn't made it into any of the colleges she'd applied for. She had the talent, but her troubles had scared off all chances she could attend anywhere close to home. Oh, the Amellos could have sent her anywhere in the world, but Finlay's father couldn't afford to send him to anything more than the community college, and he and Dee had sworn they wouldn't depart to far flung corners of the globe without one another. He was starting to rethink this, although he didn't want to; Dee had seemed so crushed at the rejections, so he had decided he would encourage her to attend somewhere else, even if it meant leaving him in California.
Across the hallway from him was one Riley Hastings; he hadn't spoken to her in weeks, which was a shame. She was the sort of girl he was sure would get along with Delilah, creative but sweet. He'd been so wrapped up in finally winning Dee's hand he had hardly spent any time at all with his other friends. Or friend-hopefuls; he couldn't exactly count Riley as a friend when they'd barely spoken, but they'd gotten along right off the bat, and he wanted to be friends. And her locker was right across the hall, so he could have spoken up at anytime. He just hadn't. Stupid.
"Hey, Riley?" He shoved his yarn into his bag and strode over to her locker. "Nice dress, make this one?" She had talents when it came to fashion, Riley Hastings did.
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Post by Riley Hastings on Dec 15, 2009 1:15:17 GMT -5
Riley hadn't really noticed that Finlay's locker was across the hall from her this time, or she would have made more of an effort to talk to him. Riley was actually sorry that she hadn't done a better job of keeping in touch with the boy. She still had his knitted cupcake in her room and every time she looked at it, it reminded her of him. She sort of figured that after the way that Jazz had treated him that he didn't want to hang out with her anymore.
However, when she heard the voice calling her name and spun around to see him, she couldn't help but smile. "Hey Finlay," she said bright, pushing a strand of her pale blonde hair behind her ear. "Thanks," she said about her dress, "although I just picked it up in the vintage store I really like," she admitted. There was no need to take credit for her vintage Dior outfit that she'd accessorized with vintage gold and pearl Chanel necklaces. They were two of her favorite designers...vintagewise at least.
Noticing the yarn he was stuffing into his bag she smiled again, "Still knitting cupcakes?" she asked. "I still have mine. You know I'm really glad I ran into you. I don't think I got your number last time," she said. "Do you have plans for lunch?" Okay so maybe she was supposed to meet her brother for lunch...if he'd even showed up for school...she had no idea what he and Aly were up to...but so what. Finlay was someone she'd gotten along with great and thought could turn into a good friendship so she'd go with that for now.
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Post by Finlay Eddelman on Dec 15, 2009 20:23:02 GMT -5
"Been painting more than knitting, lately," He admitted. It wasn't as if Dee had ever specifically told him not to knit, but she was a painter so they tended to spend most of their time together painting. "But I'm getting back into it again."
He shrugged when she asked about his lunch plans. "Not really. If I see Dee around, we'll eat together. But I think she wants to be alone." She'd been so miserable lately that he felt like a failure as a boyfriend. Mostly he just wanted to hang out with his friends and relax, not try and cheer up a morose girl, even if she was a morose girl he liked very much. This evening would be a welcome respite; he'd get to spend time with Annie again, and Dare. Of course Delilah would be there, too; she'd promised to go despite her current bout of depression, and he would be thoroughly disappointed if she backed out.
"You goin' to that park clean up thing after school?" As fashionable as Riley was, he wasn't sure she would be up for that sort of thing, but it never hurt to ask. If she was there, he could introduce her to Annie -- and Delilah, if they didn't see her during lunch.
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Post by Riley Hastings on Dec 16, 2009 1:52:32 GMT -5
"I didn't know you painted, that's pretty cool," Riley said. "I paint a little but not that much...I did some hand painting on some T-shirts and old purses and stuff but that's mostly the extent of it. What kind of stuff do you paint though?" she asked, genuinely curious. Although she didn't necessarily do all forms of art all the time, she still liked an appreciated different types.
"Oh, is Dee one of your friends?" she asked. Riley didn't know any of Finlay's friends, nor was she aware that he had a girlfriend. Although Dee was probably a girl, she didn't want to be presumptuous. After all for all she knew Fin didn't even like girls. She didn't really know anything about him aside from the fact that he had a unique style and outlook on things and liked art. Still, he was someone that she was certainly interested in getting to know better and she figured that his friends, like himself we're probably equally interesting. "I was going to ask if you wanted to grab lunch, but if you're already meeting someone, that's cool."
Riley had forgotten about the park clean up. "Oh right," she said. "Maybe--I'd have to go home and change first...I think my heels will sink into the grass," she admitted. "Will you be there?" she asked, wondering if she'd still be able to make it if she went home first. Probably. She'd most likely be a little late, however that probably wouldn't be too much of an issue.
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Post by Finlay Eddelman on Dec 18, 2009 0:12:51 GMT -5
Finlay shrugged. "I paint some. Not that good, really." He laughed, "I definitely prefer to knit. Dee loves painting, though, and she's really good." He knew his opinion could be considered biased, but even her art teachers agreed with him, so he could safely point to them should anyone prove skeptical of his claims that Delilah was a genius with a canvas and a paintbrush.
"Yeah, you could say that." He grinned deliriously, "She's my girlfriend, best friend." It still felt odd to say that, but in a good way. He probably looked a right fool, smiling the way he was; even with Delilah depressed over her rejection letters, she was still his girlfriend, and that was worth smiling over. "She's super talented, you'd like her. It shouldn't be a problem if you eat with us, if you want."
He really didn't know Riley enough to make that kind of statement, but he figured that everyone would like Dee. And she and Riley were both artistic, so they even had something in common! "She promised to go to the clean up, and I'm holding her to that no matter how anti-social she's feeling." He confided. "But yeah, I think heels would be a bit of a problem." He glanced down at her shoes. "The whole outfit, even. It's great, but not really for cleaning up. I guess we'll be pretty grungy by the time we finish."
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Post by Riley Hastings on Dec 18, 2009 2:29:33 GMT -5
"Oh cool. I'd love to see your work sometime," she said. He went on talking about Dee again and Riley started to wonder if Dee was his significant other so when he did say that she was his girlfriend she wasn't surprised. He smiled and looked really happy. It made Riley wish she had a guy. She hadn't gone out with anyone in awhile.
"Oh yeah, I'd love to meet her," Riley said. She wasn't was a huge fan of being a third wheel but it seemed like it would be alright for just a lunch period. Plus, she usually felt like a third wheel around Jazz and Aly anyway, even if they weren't dating. "Yeah, I'd love to see her art too," Riley said. "I always like seeing new art," she said. She could use it to inspire her own work.
"Yeah, I think so too. I do have some old clothes at home somewhere though," Riley said. Okay maybe Riley didn't own grungy clothes per say but she had stuff that she wouldn't mind so much getting dirty. Like her jeans or some of her T-shirts, even if they were all designer. "How long do you think it will go on for?" Riley asked. "I will definitely try to stop by as long as I have time," she said.
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Post by Finlay Eddelman on Dec 19, 2009 0:37:52 GMT -5
"We get together and paint sometimes, wouldn't mind making it a group thing. We can invite Annie and I guess maybe even Nero." If Nero didn't try to fight him for winning Dee's hand. Then again, had Nero wanted to fight him he probably would have done so already. Finlay didn't really have too many friends, though really that was probably his own fault; other than that one run in with Quentin he rarely had problems with other people. He simply forgot to follow up when he found someone interesting. And now that he was dating Delilah, he'd been even worse than usual about communicating.
He had, however, actually communicated with people about the Environmental Club project, though perhaps he really had Annie to thank for keeping him informed there. "I think it was supposed to last until seven. Or until everyone gets bored, whichever comes first." He realized that this wasn't the best answer for someone who wasn't sure whether or not they'd be able to show up, but that was generally how the Environmental Club worked; they got together until people decided to leave. It was more fun than having a set time.
"I hope you can make it," He told her sincerely, "But if you can't, I completely understand."
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Post by Riley Hastings on Dec 21, 2009 1:12:39 GMT -5
Riley nodded when he mentioned getting together with his girlfriend to paint but making it a group activity. She really didn't know the other people he'd mentioned but Riley was usually open to meeting and hanging out with new people. The problem in that usually was her brother. Anytime he met a friend of hers that he didn't approve of, which was most people, he usually interfered, scared them off. And as annoying as it sometimes, Riley adored her brother way too much to every get too angry at him. That and she knew that that deep down he was just doing what he thought was best for her, even if it didn't seem so to the outside world. Riley and Jasper had been raised in a world of nannies and parents who hardly paid attention but to criticize. Riley knew that if she and Jazz didn't look out for one another, no one else would be.
"Oh 7:00, that's later than I expected," Riley said. "That's good though. If it's going that late it should be rather easy for me to run home and head back. I'll have to work out a ride but it shouldn't be too difficult," Riley explained. Growing up in New York City, Riley hadn't learned to drive yet. You didn't need to in New York. Everyone took cabs everywhere or had drivers. Of course there were the buses and subway too, but people in Riley's social class didn't use those. Riley had used the buses in LA though, and they weren't so bad. Just slow. She'd probably be faster taking a cab today or calling a driving service. But there was no need to go into those details with Finlay.
She smiled, "So yeah, I guess you can count me in," she said. "Want to head to get some lunch?" Riley asked, pushing some of her straight blonde hair behind her ear.
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