Stranger things... Christophe (open tag)

[christophe]

(OOC: awwww and you are way too sweet! I love threading with you too! xx)

Christophe watched Sawyer run over to the pair of dogs and any apprehension he'd first felt soon vanished. Both dogs were large and breeds not normally known for anything other than snarling and such like yet they were happily frolicking around Sawyer as might a pair of puppies. He laughed as he watched her, the now empty (and very sticky) carton that had so recently held the doughnuts clutched to his chest where Sawyer had thrust it prior to sprint.

He looked down at it in disgust, peeling the cardboard away from his chest and knowing no amount of rubbing would remove that streak of jam. No... it was for the laundry basket. What was it with girls around here and them getting his shirts dirty? The third time so far! He gave up on trying to remove the mess and instead lobbed the carton into a nearby rubbish bin, along with the equally empty soda bottle.

He wandered over to join her and her two new friends. "Ça va?" he greeted the man with a slight upward lift of his chin. "Sawyer, they might not have liked you to touch them," he added but the girl merely threw him a mock glare and stuck her tongue out at Christophe. That set him off laughing again. She was incorrigable... A rule unto only herself... and that was what he found so refreshing.

One more bout of patting saw the man start to drag the reluctant duo on their way and Christophe reached down a hand to help Sawyer back to her feet. If she minded the sticky jam that was spread across his palm she didn't say anything and instead swung on his arm as she walked backwards.

"Just be careful," he warned her. "Not all dopgs are that approachable ok?" Christophe grinned. "Big brothers are supposed to nag, right?"

[Sawyer Lee James]

When Christophe came by and pulled her up with his sticky hands, she shrugged and walked in the direction of her house. His nagging brought a smile to her face. “You sound exactly like my mother. Do note that my mother does not like me very much, hence my being grounded.” She said before frowning, knowing she forgot something crucial.

The moment she remembered, she realized why Christophe’s hand was sticky. “Oh boy…I did this to you, didn’t I?” She pulled her hand with a small level of difficulty, sticking her tongue out at the grossness of their hands. She licked her hand and made a face. “I shouldn’t have done that but I did do this to you, didn’t I?!” She looked around for a water fountain, sure there should be one somewhere.

She finally found a water faucet…or drinking fountain it was called. She grabbed Christophe’s hand…the less sticky one, and walked purposefully towards the faucet. “Let’s wash our hands as best we can. My mother doesn’t need to know I had a sugar high while I was out. Wait…she’ll know. My mother’s creepy that way. She knows everything.”

Sawyer pressed the button by the side of the water fountain and water started to pour out and she gestured for Christophe to wash his hands before she washed hers. It was still sticky but at least it wasn’t as bad as before. “I’m thirsty, are you thirsty? I need to wash down this sweetness clogging in my throat before I go home. Sober myself up.” She was rambling and she continued to ramble, not really paying attention to where she was going until she hit a lamp head on.

Landing back on her butt, Sawyer looked around, wondering what the heck just happened. “Well who put the lamp there, uh?” She laughed and looked at Christophe who was doubled over with laughter. She found the hilarity contagious and she too was laughing by the time she got up. They walked away from the lamp still laughing, unaware of the attention they were getting from the other passers by.

They were nearing Sawyer’s house and Sawyer had wiped her eyes with her t-shirt a bunch of times already. The door was open and her mother was standing by the door with a deep frown on her face. “You are in so much trouble, Sawyer Lee James.” Sawyer looked at Christophe with the knowing look that said: “See what I mean?”

“Thanks for the awesome night, Mister Big Brother.” As an afterthought, she jumped on Christophe and hugged him tightly. “You’re awesome Christophe Broussard.” She jumped off the French senior and walked to her mother who eyed Christophe with curiosity. “Thank you for bringing her home…”

"OH! My cell and land line numbers!" She rummaged through her bag, ignoring her mother's protests. She got out a pen and a piece of paper and scribbled every imaginable thing she could think of that he could use to communicate with her; her email address, her messenger screen name, her cell phone number, her land line number and even her Skype account. She didn't even think of asking if he even knew what Skype was.

She waved it at him and tucked it into his back pocket. "Bubbye Mister Big Brother!"

[christophe]

Oh boy, her maman looked pissed and Christophe threw her his best 'I-swear-I-wasn't-sleazing-on-your-daughter' kind of look, hoping that would appease her. The woman seemed pacified... to a degree... and even thanked him for escorting Sawyer home.

But Sawyer hadn't finished and she bounded back (much to the French boy's amusment) and furnished him with a list of contact modes that easily filled the sheet of paper. "Merci, petite soeur," he said with a grave look on his face. The entire effect was ruined, though, by the glint of amusement in his eyes. To say Sawyer Lee James had lifted his mood would be a most definite understatement and he thanked whoever had been watching over him tonight for leading him to that section of the beach. The girl had made him realise that there was far more to life than lost romances and broken hearts. After all, there was also doughnuts!

He waved as he headed away from her house. Next time... Next time he'd bring Renard. After all, he'd promised, hadn't he?

(wrapped? And that was an amazingly fun thread! I adore Sawyer!!! x)

[nu]

[OOC: Wrap it like a burrito! Or a...cling film! I believe Sawyer represents me on a good day. THANKS FOR ADORING HER. Sawyer adores Christophe ]