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Post by Sloane Taylor on Sept 29, 2009 18:07:14 GMT -5
It was time to implement the next part of Bree's Master plan, so she went to pickup Sloane and drove to Bartholomew Fischer's home in Riverside, the address of which she found after a quick google search. She grinned at Sloane before stepping out of her Audi R8. She still hadn’t worked up enough nerve to use any of her father’s cars, but she hoped to in time for her party. “This is important, but I know you can do this Sloane. We have to have Maggy at the party or my thank you present for Tyler just won’t work,” she said, giving her friend a pep talk. Sloane didn’t know Mew at all while Bree had at least been at some similar occasions with him. Hence the trip to do an introduction.
The house was kind of a standard in the area, large, but not palatial. Bree had a confident smile on her pretty face as she walked up to the front door and rang the door bell. She gestured for Sloaned to come stand next to her. "Come on, Sloane, he may not be a football player but he is quite smart and talented," she said encouragingly.
Sloane was confident she could do it and she didn't really need Bree's pep talk. But it was adorable that Bree gave it anyway. Sloane gave her a little grin as they drove over to Riverside. It was not her kind of place but if she had to live here, she wouldn't mind at all. Frankly, Sloane didn't mind anything. She had never been a snob but because of her status, who she hung out with and where did the hanging out pointed straight to the direction of Snobsville. Even that she didn't mind. It just made other people strive to meet up to her expectations.
She had never met this Bartholomew Fischer, which meant he was not popular. Bree's confirmation made Sloane nod and shrug. "Hey...don't say it like I'm some kind of rich unworthy snob." She winked good-naturedly at her best friend as they walked up to the door. She ran her fingers through her hair and straightened her form fitting white shirt with blue stripes, popping open the first two buttons to reveal a bit of her blessed chest. Her pencil skirt did wonders in hugging her legs and she smiled at herself.
Of course she could do this. She was Sloane Taylor after all.
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Post by Bartholomew "Mew" Fischer on Sept 29, 2009 21:38:56 GMT -5
The last thing Bartholomew Fischer had expected upon answering the door was not one, but two gorgeous women. They were definitely older than Libby, which meant of course that they must be there for Daniel.
"Umm. Hold on a sec," He told the pair. "Yell is takin' a shower. You uhhh you want to ummm want to come in?" Most men his age would undoubtedly be thrilled at the prospect of entertaining to beautiful girls while waiting for his older brother to appear, but Mew was not most boys, and he fully expected the waiting period to be spent with the two girls mocking him. He was quite used to mockery, but that didn't mean he at all enjoyed it.
He held the door open just long enough for the two to step inside before darting to the stairs. "OI. YELL. YOU HAVE VISITORS." He shouted up the stairwell, waiting until the older Fischer issued a muffled reply before returning his attention to the ladies. "Umm. Sorry. He's being a little slow tonight." He apologized, wishing that his brother was more prone to hurrying for his guests. He shifted nervously. "Uhhh. I uhh I guess we can sit?" He suggested, gesturing to the living room opposite the stairs. He wished he didn't have to play host; it would have been so much easier to just leave the two girls on their own, and they probably would have enjoyed themselves more anyway, but no, of course he couldn't do that, because it would be impolite.
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Post by Bree Marcus on Sept 29, 2009 23:04:03 GMT -5
For a moment Bree followed along, just bemused by the mistake that their quarry had made. “Who is Yell? Bartholomew... wait it's Mew right? This is my friend Sloane and she really has been longing to meet you. So despite our meager acquaintance, I took it upon myself to bring her to meet you,” Bree said softly as they reached the living room and she lowered herself into an armchair.
Looking around, she smiled. “Your house is lovely, Mew. I can’t believe I never made the time to visit before this. I have been thinking of starting a charitable organization for our students to express our sympathy for the families who lost loved ones in the shooting, maybe delivery of some meals or something, how would you feel about hosting one of the organization meetings?” she asked, trying to think of something more universal to be bugging their target about.
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Sept 30, 2009 0:29:34 GMT -5
Upon entering the house, she wondered why Bartholomew was screaming for someone named Yell. What a strange name too, she thought to herself. Nevertheless, she followed Bartholomew and Bree into the house and smiled at Bree's introduction. When has she ever longed to meet someone, she didn't know. But if that was what it took for him to meet her, she's fine with it.
Sloane slowly walked to him and laid her hand gently on his shoulder and squeezed it. "Hello, Bartholomew. My name's Sloane Taylor." Her voice was cordial and soft, something she learnt a long time ago worked wonders in making a guy feel warm and...submissive. "We're not here for...Yell. Well, I'm not here for Yell or for the charitable organizations for that matter." She gave a small laugh. "I'm here for you."
Making a guy or a girl feel wanted was Sloane's specialty. It didn't matter who it was, as long as he or she was a warm red blooded human being, Sloane could find at least something to help put them at ease. She wasn't sure about Bartholomew though. He seemed rather unsure of himself. Sloane got to nerds, hell she got to everyone. But Bartholomew might as well be from outer space. They had never met, she had obviously never took the time of day to talk to anyone who might be associated with Bartholomew or his friends.
She was doing this for Bree. And in some ways for Tyler. But she assured herself that at least 80% of this was for Bree. So she was going to do it right.
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Post by Bartholomew "Mew" Fischer on Oct 1, 2009 18:04:09 GMT -5
Mew could hardly believe his ears. These girls had come here for him?! He had never spoken to either of them in his life! "Umm. Oh. You aren't here for Daniel?" If he looked confused, it was nothing to how he felt. His brother had no end of pretty girls parading in and out of the house, but Mew himself really only even talked to Magdalena, and he had zero interest in dating her.
"I uhhh I would have to ask my parents if that was okay," He doubted they would mind if he hosted something for a charity; they'd probably be thrilled that their socially awkward middle child was starting to reach out beyond Phil and Maggy.
He backed away from the girl named Sloane. There was something about her that was absolutely anxiety-inducing; he had absolutely no idea how to react to her closeness. He had done very little flirting before, and if anyone had attempted to flirt with him he had managed to miss it. Even the people he very, very much wanted to flirt with him didn't (as far as he could tell), which meant, of course, that Sloane was definitely not flirting with him; she was much higher up socially than anyone he had ever crushed on before, and since he had never yet managed to snag even them, she was just...well, he had no idea why she was here for him and why her friend said she had so very much wanted to meet him. The only explanation he could think of was a prank, which was really mean considering that he didn't really know either girl (though he recognized them, at least the one was a cheerleader. Good thing Phil insisted on going to all the football games so he knew that.)
"Umm." He repeated. "Oh." He didn't wonder how they got his address, as it was listed in the student directory, but he was still unsure why they were here. "So what class did you want help with again?" Maybe they wanted tutoring instead of traveling out to his house just to make fun of him? Although he wasn't sure if that would be better than a prank, because contrary to popular belief his grades were only average.
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Oct 1, 2009 18:30:41 GMT -5
Sloane was a bit subdued by how little Bartholomew thought of himself. It served to her purpose well but as a whole, could someone really be so underestimating of himself that he couldn't see any good about himself? It was impossible that someone really thought so low of himself. "Frankly, my dear I don't even know who Daniel is. Now like I said I'm here to see you. Please come sit with us." She said politely. "It would be quite rude for a host not to entertain his guests properly especially since we've come such a long way to see you." She smiled genuinely before pulling Bartholomew gently towards the couch.
"No, no silly." Sloane laughed when he thought they were there for a tutoring session. "We are not here for tutoring. My grades are above average and even if they slip below a C, I really would not mind at all since I have my track scholarship to fall on." She shook her head. "Enough about me." She cleared her throat and smiled at Bree before turning to Bartholomew once more.
"Truth is, Bree has a party coming up and we would oh so love it if you could convince your friends to come." Sloane looked straight at Bartholomew, knowing it would cause discomfort but it would also make him pay attention. She didn't want him to doze off in the middle of her favour. "I would appreciate it so if all you could come to the party. Be in your best pajamas as it is a slumber party of sorts. Would you mind doing this itty bit of favour? For us?" Sloane tilted her head just slightly and looked at Bartholomew with no trace of condescension. She would be thoroughly disappointed if this boy was immune to pretty.
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Post by Bree Marcus on Oct 2, 2009 13:47:09 GMT -5
Bree sensed that Mew was worried they were there to make fun of him and that bothered her some for she had never pranked anyone before. “Mew, I promise that we aren’t inviting you all to hurt anyone or embarrass you. I may be a cheerleader, but I have always stayed out of the spot light for personal reasons. I really want my party to be a success and I am afraid not many will show up because I am not known for partying. Please will you come and bring your friends with you?” she begged, telling the truth even if it wasn’t the whole truth.
“It will be a fun party with a lot of fun things to do and lots of food, I am even having a gypsy fortuneteller there and a séance at midnight. There is supposed to be a ghost that walks the hotel looking for her husband. I think he was probably cheating on her, but it doesn’t say in the legend,” she said hoping to entice his curiosity.
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Post by Bartholomew "Mew" Fischer on Oct 6, 2009 18:49:44 GMT -5
He was being invited to a pajama party by two attractive women. Had he fallen into one of those harem shows where all the hot chicks fawned over the bland, everyman hero? Because it was actually much more uncomfortable in reality than it had appeared in fantasy.
"Ummm. Sure. I'll ask them." Why were they asking him and not Phil? Phil was more....no, never mind. Phil was not more normal, and he was too busy grieving to pay any heed to celebratory gatherings. And Maggy would probably try and summon Cthulu on them or something. Maybe he was the most normal out of his posse! Now that was a terrifying thought!
"A ghost, huh?" That might get Maggy's attention, anyway! She did love horror stories! "I can't promise they'll agree..." He warned. "But I'll tell them." That was the most he could promise, that he'd invite them.
It then occurred to him that he was being quite a lousy host. "Uhhh, can I get you anything?" But now that he'd promised to do their favor, they would probably not stay, and frankly he wasn't sure if he wanted them to or not. He certainly had no idea how to act around women who weren't 2-D or Magdalena, who hardly counted.
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Oct 6, 2009 19:42:07 GMT -5
Torn between being the bitch who visited a schoolmate for a completely superficial reason like asking them for a favour and being polite, Sloane turned to Bree for the answer.
For Sloane it was pretty simple. All she needed to do was already done and of course, she didn't expect miracles to happen and besides, he had already promised he would tell his two friends about it. It was certainly more than she was expecting. She was actually expecting him to just ask them to leave in that soft polite manner he seemed to adopt.
Everything about Bartholomew from the way his hair fell into his face to his downcasted eyes which were hidden behind those hideous almost square glasses screamed loner. He was polite, Sloane gave him that. But he was all in all someone she thought she would have been if she didn't have her brothers who guided her throughout her whole teenage life. It was funny how a person's influence could change an entire lifestyle.
By the way Bartholomew immediately assuming the girls were his brother's guests, Sloane concluded that he didn't get much visitors himself. And when he did, it was always his two friends. And maybe a couple more in their group. She could see herself being in his shoes. It was terrifying although it was quite humbling and Sloane softened a bit.
She wondered if he even liked her in the first place. The look on his face suggested he wanted nothing to do with her though.
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