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Post by Judd Nixon on Jun 17, 2009 0:29:46 GMT -5
Judd kept checking his locker during the day, was Melodee intentionally trying to avoid him? He had actually gone out and spent money on a card and some weird looking animal, he couldn't tell if it was an elephant or moose or donkey but he figured all girls liked stuffed animals no matter what they looked like. He took it from his locker along with a card that had a bee flying around and said "Would you bee mine?" Normally not his thing but he wanted to make in impression on her.
The idea that she was trying to avoid him was making his blood boil but she wouldn't do that? She had been so nice to him. He paced the hall wondering what he should do. He told himself to keep control of his emotion but that evil side kept tormenting him with all kinds of thoughts. 'She's only using you!' 'She wouldn't be seen with a loser like you!' his conscience kept going on and on till finally he yelled out.
"SHUT UP!! JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!!!" He turned quickly to slam his fist into a locker but stopped himself when he saw there was someone behind him.
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Post by Wiki Mistress on Jun 17, 2009 14:02:27 GMT -5
Two red eyebrows were arched delicately and a porcelain face was tilted just slightly to the side observing with little humor the situation before her. The ghoul she’d taken under her wing and would be grooming into something worth while seemed very agitated, and why she couldn’t quite tell. Having missed the first few period of school, she wasn’t privy to the information, but could only assume that someone had sent him off. Better to hit a locker, she supposed, than have a charge against him.
Reaching a hand out, and up, Melodee laid it against Judd’s shoulder and offered a smile.
“It cannot possibly be that bad. What’s upset you?” Honey, as the saying went, drew more flies than vinegar. An odd saying considering what drew even MORE flies. But the meaning was clear and Melodee subscribed to it. Whether she actually meant her platitudes, was uncertain, but she could not be faulted in her manners the majority of the time. Unless someone was trying to run her over. With.A.Car.
Never mind the british brute, her pet-project was standing before her presently and she had something for him.
“Don’t worry about what other people say,” she gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze before removing her hand. “Once you realize that it’s more likely than not because they have insecurities of their own it makes things easier. I have something for you.” Reaching into her bag, the imperious redhead removed a red envelope and passed it over. Upon further inspection there was a lovely Valentine’s day card and a gift card to go shopping. In Melodee’s very precise, very neat handwriting below the stock message of the card she had written,
“Let’s go shopping, and get you clothes that befit someone of your stature.”
She was playing to his vanities, but then he would play to hers.
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Post by Judd Nixon on Jun 18, 2009 1:10:40 GMT -5
With eyes nearly aflame and rage flowing through him like some kind of crazed animal, he slowly lowered his fist and calmed down seeing the beautiful red hair. She hadn't been trying to avoid him or snubbed him like a cat who doesn't like the cannned food of the day. He felt a bit ashamed thinking she was like one of those who mocked him on a daily basis.
Still he admitted what happened. "I--I thought you were ignoring me." He scratched the front of his head. "I knew you wouldn't do that but my mind kept telling me you were." He bit his lower lip.
He went to nuzzle her hand but she had pulled it away before he could, still the feel was one of comfort for him. "Its not easy, I try to ignore what they say but somehow it just gets to me." He had a hard time looking at her, admitting everything.
"Something, for me?" He really didn't know what to expect. His hands shook as he took the card from her. His rough coarse hands fumbled with the envelope then his eyes read the message.
once.
twice.
He looked up at her with a dumbfounded face. "You--you mean this, you'd go shopping with me? You'd be seen some place public like a store with me?" Had his luck changed?
He had gotten so wrapped up his own world that he almost had forgotten her Valentine's gift. "Oh!! Oh, yeah I got this for you!!" He opened his locker and grabbed the animal and card and handed it to her almost like a child handing a present to their mother.
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Post by Melodee Riker on Jun 18, 2009 14:24:53 GMT -5
Melodee listened as Judd calmed down, and told her what it was that had exactly bothered him. If she were tell the absolute honest truth, then yes. She would normally have avoided him, but she’d seen potential in him. Mostly because he had been kicked while down far too often. Someone like that, who’d been shown a kindness… well the young woman was willing to take a chance on him.
The way she saw it, it was an investment of both time and money. Perhaps it was selfish, or maybe something more, but Melodee truly believed that with a little bit of work and coaching, Judd could be invaluable. But something had to be done about that temper of his.
Watching him read the card a few times over tweaked her lips into a curved smile, white teeth just barely showing through slightly parted lips. Exactly the reaction she had hoped for. Exactly.
“Of course I would be seen with you, Judd,” she’d practiced his name. Gotten her hands on the past yearbooks and memorized his name. You couldn’t have someone working for you if you didn’t know their names. At least, that’s how Melodee rolled. Too many of her counterparts, the rich, didn’t learn the names of those who worked for them. And thus, were viewed in a less than pleasant light. She. Was. A. Princess. Perhaps not in title, but as far as Mel was concerned, she WOULD have what she wanted, and she wanted the world at her feet.
His excitement at remembering her gift startled her, but the strange animal was endearing in a very odd way and the card, while cheezy, was a gesture of his devotion. Oh yes. She’d won. But then she always did.
“Thank you!” her own smile widened and there was the tiniest bit of crinkling at the corners of her eyes. The odd animal was wrapped in both arms as she opened the card, her own eyes scanned over the message inside.
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Post by Judd Nixon on Jun 21, 2009 1:32:33 GMT -5
Just a gentle ear listening to him, made Judd feel somewhat better and that the ear belonged to someone who cared even a smidgen for him made it all the better.
His self-esteeme skyrocketed at the thought of being seen in public where everyone could see them! The fact that she even had said his name instead of one of the godawful nicknames that the plastics had given him since he had started kindergarten. Melodee didn't seem to fit their way of thinking but then he wasn't caring one bit at the moment!
As the smile on her face was breaking out of its shell, his pulse raced on and on!! He was starting to feel like a kid at Christmas! He felt a knocking of his knees, if she shot him down now, he'd...he'd...he'd didn't know exactly what it was but there'd be something.
He swallowed. "Ummm do you think that maybe we could umm maybe go tonight, y'know to look for clothes?" Not the most brilliant plan to ask her on Valentine's Day, she might have already had plans but he had to know. Even a "we'll do it tomorrow" would be better than nothing at all.
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Post by Melodee Riker on Jun 22, 2009 21:46:53 GMT -5
The card was sweet, if cheesy, but he had made an effort and that alone was endearing. It didn’t strike Melodee as something Judd did very often. Not with the way he was treated around the school. Still, maybe there was something she could do to help. So long as he followed instruction.
“Tonight is fine, Judd,” answered she with a charming smile. “In fact, come over for dinner and then we’ll go out. Mother will be so pleased to have someone new to cook for.” It was true enough. Ginger’s mind didn’t stop any more than Melodee’s did, but they were on different levels. While Ginger Riker was a creative woman in the kitchen she had absolutely no business sense whatsoever. Which is where Melodee picked up the pieces.
Perhaps she’d learned it watching how other people handled things, but as far as the red-headed teen is concerned she was born with the power. And to be perfectly honest, it is a power.
“Come over around…” Melodee paused and pretended to think for a moment, “say six o’ clock. We’ll eat and then we’ll head over to a few stores. I’ll call ahead and make sure they clear it out so it’s just us.” Ah power. How sweet it was.
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Post by Judd Nixon on Jun 23, 2009 2:46:26 GMT -5
She said yes.
He didn't plan on dinner with her though, that idea didn't scare him, the prospect of also meeting her mother just mortified him. The one time mister B.A. felt like cowering in a corner or turning invisible. He really had no idea how to behave like a real gentleman, this was really going to test his strength and will power.
He didn't have the nerve to say he didn't have a car. He'd have to try and sneak his parent's which he figured would probably spend the night zonked on the couch and television blaring so loud it could wake the dead, and sometimes did, figuratively.
"Ummm ok six is fine." He nodded, feeling butterflies tap dancing in his stomach, to the point he felt like he was going to be sick right there on the spot. He still felt like a king though, Melodee was going out of her way to work with him.
There was a lot for him to prepare for. He'd shower (again) and shave then find something to wear, he didn't even know what he had clean but he'd find something. It wasn't long before the bell rang, ending lunch. He'd have to leave her for a short time but before he left, he looked at Melodee and softly muttered, "Thank you."
*wraps for Judd, thanks Anna*
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