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[elliot]

elliot hill

Elliot Andrew Hill was bored, very bored. He was stuck in his room, well not stuck persay but he was there and he had no plans. And worst of all he was bored. He really didn't know what he could do today and so he was resigned to staying here in his room, bored. It wasn't so bad. Elliot liked his room, it was simple with white walls and a uniform bed with a semi-mushy mattress. He had silky sheets though, something he enjoyed, a guilty pleasure you could say. His comforter was bland though, something he hoped to change. He really hadn't had the time, but it was on his to do list.

He glanced around his room, studying the walls gazing at the pictures that covered them. Photography was a hobby of his and the fun came from taking the photos. Though he probably didn't seem like the type of person who would be into that, he was, spending much of his time snapping photos of his friends and his surroundings. They coated his wall and it seemed as if he spent hours every day slaving in a dark room to make sure his pictures were perfect. To him digital was almost murder. He liked to use manual, though on occasion he relented to use a digital camera. His parents had purchased him an expensive one for his birthday or Christmas or something. Right now it sat on top of his dresser.

He reached over and pulled a book off of the shelf. It was a thick photoalbum the maid who had worked for their family had constructed. It was filled to the brim with shot after shot of Elliot and his friends, or just his friends. The album was old so there was even a couple shots of him and Cecelia from when they had dated, it made it really old, well not REALLY but still. He was sort of like a girl in his constant photo taking but he didn't care what people said. Elliot was still mostly jock. With a sigh he abandoned the album and grabbed his ball. The abandoned album lay open to a page with a shot of him and Cecelia. It was more recent though from when they were friends.

Absently he tossed the ball in the air, counting for each successful catch. He almost lost his concentration though when someone knocked on the door. Again he sighed, dropping the ball to the ground as he stood. Walking swiftly, he reached the door in seconds and abruptly yanked it open.

"Hello," he said.

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[cecelia emerson reese .]

it's not e a s y to be me

“I don’t care that someone else has booked it for that day! It’s my first social event here and I have to make a good impression!.. Well tell her to get another string quartet for her wedding!”

It has to be said that Cecelia Emerson Reese was a ruthless piece of work. When she got something in her head, that she needed a certain thing there was no changing her mind, and there was no length she wouldn’t go to get what she wanted. Some saw this as callous and a horrid trait to posses. Cecelia on the other hand believed it was something to be admired. Someone who knew what they wanted and how to get it. After all, you don’t get ahead in life by just sitting back and waiting to get the things you want, you needed to go and get them.

“Must I remind you that you are my father’s preferred planner for events at his resort. He must require your services ever so often, and I know for a fact he tips well. Only, I’m not sure how pleased he will be to hear how unhelpful you are to clients.. He may just have to find another event planner..”

The young freshman was in no mood to mess around. She had a million things to do, and not enough time to do them in. She had to confirm with the dean she had permission to host her little party on school grounds, decide if she wanted to hand oui actually invitations or use the slightly crass but effective web based and flier method. Which actually, was the reason she was currently striding through the school towards the Linnox House, folder under her arm and a trey of coffee’s in the hand that wasn’t holding the cell up to her ear.

“Excellent. I knew we could come to some sort of compromise. I’m sure her wedding will be just as nice with other musicians.”

Clicking her phone shut, Cecelia fumbled for it with a moment, trying to slide it into her hand bag while juggling everything else in her hands. She really needed someone to follow her around and carry her things. That would be very helpful indeed. She thought for a moment, stopping in front of one Elliot Hill’s suit door. It was an interesting thought. Her own human pack horse. However probably not practical. Discarding the thought, she knocked on the door in front of her, before shifting the things around in her arms. Now that she didn’t have to juggle her cell.

It was a good thing Elliot didn’t take very long to open the door, because Cecelia wasn’t known for her patience. “Ellie.” She greeted him with a smile, and by thrusting the folder into his arms. Without waiting for an invite, she stepped into his room. Casting her eyes around quickly. “I brought you cafine, now help me design some invites for my un-birthday tea party.” She let herself sit on his bed, wiggling the coffee enticingly. Innocent smile on her features.

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[elliot]

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He wasn't surprised to see Cecelia there. She was really the only one he expected to be there, and the fact that she shoved a folder in his hand before entering sans invitation was unsurprising as well. Cecelia always had something going on and he found it interesting. Elliot was only a little interested in what it was this time, and he got his answer soon enough in her tempting bribe of caffeine in exchange for help designing her invitations for an unbirthday tea. Unbirthday? Now what on earth was that? "Unbirthday?" he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side. By asking he knew she would know that he was accepting her bribe, though he still wished she wouldn't call him Ellie. He wasn't a fan of the nickname but it was an old habit and old habits die hard, or so he'd been told.

He shut the door and grabbed his expensive lap top from his desk. It had all of the fancy designing programs that would be necessary to make the probably fancy invitations she wished to make. Designing that type of stuff was a big part of his major, though he wasn't a huge fan of that aspect. He prefered the photography aspect, as was shown by the open photo album on the ground and the photos covering his walls. Settling himself next to her, he opened the lap top and pressed the on button. Now they simply had to wait for the computer to boot up. While he waited, he turned to glance at his friend.

"What kind of invitations do you want? Fancy ones, casual ones? Any prefered colours?" While he waited for her answer he took the coffee from her and took a sip. Mmm, he thought. Honestly the coffee was the best he had tasted in a while. Perhaps that was because he had been trying to be frugal and had been trying to make his own coffee which always ended up being some crappy muddy textured stuff at the bottom of the coffee pot. Perhaps it was time to give up the coffee making business.[/blockquote][/size][/font][/blockquote]

[cecelia emerson reese .]

it's not e a s y to be me

“Un-birthday..” She frowned at him. Speaking as matter-of-factly as if she were merely saying something as simple as ‘hello’. Cecelia had the most annoying habit of speaking as if every other soul should know exactly what was on her mind and what she was talking about. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she was ever so slightly self centred. Oh well, you get that don’t you? “As in Alice in wonderland? I’m sure I’ve mentioned it to you before. Honestly you need to keep up Ellie, or you’ll be left behind.”

Cecelia took her own coffee. Setting the trey aside. Taking a sip of her vanilla latte. The youth only liked coffee that didn’t tastelike coffee and had enough milk in it to send a lactose intolerant person into… well whatever it was that happened to them when they have far too much dairy. Savouring the taste, she closed her eyes briefly. It was good to finally sit down and relax for a moment. She’d had a very busy morning already. She’d wanted to get most if not all the planning at least started today, so she could spend the rest of the week focussed on her winter design portfolio. They really didn’t ease you into assignments did they?

Opening her eyes, she flashed the boy a smile. “Oh Ellie, casual? Really now. This is me we are talking about. I want something tasteful. Perhaps a little fun. Something that reflects the theme of the party. See, it’s a tea party so it’s going to be very classy, but with a ‘wonderland twist’. It was actually Mathew’s idea..” Her eyes lit up a little, as her mind paused on party details, swapping to the charming male who was to be her date for the party. “Oh Ellie you’ll love Mathew. He’s just perfect.” Her lips stretched even wider into an excited smile. Clearly the Mason boy made her very happy.

If it had of been Adele, Cecelia would not have thought twice about going into more detail about Mathew and how perfect he was, and their budding new relationship. However, she spared Elliot from that fate and turned her mind back to the task at hand. “The idea is, choose a character from the Alice stories, and dress how they would dress to a formal affair. I’m even thinking of perhaps setting up a game of croquette. Doesn’t that just sound delightful?” Cecelia eyed the boy expectantly. Clearly he was supposed to agree.

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[elliot]

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Elliot brushed off the fact that she had called him Ellie again, he should be used to it by now as she never really called him Elliot. It was all right, as long as no one else got it into their minds to start calling him Ellie. Then he might just have to punch them in the face. Unless it was a girl, because Elliot, no matter how whipped the nickname Ellie made him sound, was not the type who hit girls. "Oh yea," he said. "I know what that is now." Elliot was sort of lying there. Normally he was honest to a fault but sometimes it was all right to fudge the details. Especially around Cecelia and her "un-birthday". She probably would care as long as he helped her make a set of invites that suited her VERY high standards. He laughed softly as his computer finished booting up and he clicked on the program. He took another sip of his coffee, letting the caffeine seep into his blood stream and make him feel more alert.

The program would take some time to boot, and Elliot didn't mind. He had some questions to ask before they could get into the meat of the invite, the part where they actually made the invitation that Cecelia would like. It would be tough and it would probably take awhile but it wasn't like Elliot had anything to do today [clearly as he had been looking at old photos.]. He might as well help his friend with her "un-birthday".

The photo album he had been looking at still lay open on the bed. The picture was still clearly visible, and yet Elliot had forgotten all about it, and he probably would until he tried to go to bed later that night and fell asleep on the album. It was the kind of thing he would do. Not that he was forgetful persay but if he got distracted by something that he found interesting, well then that would occupy his mind and other things would fall to the back burner.

He laughed again at her words. "Oh, I should have known. Tasteful and fun? I can do that. Any colours you want?" he asked. Then his head twisted to the next aspect. A tea party? That wasn't really his scene but she'd probably want him to go, and if she did, he would. But Matthew? Who was Matthew? Probably some new boy toy of her's. He didn't mind really, he was over the whole crush on Cecelia thing. That was ages ago, and now they were friends, and he wanted her to be happy. "I'll take your word on that then, as I haven't met him."

He took in her look as she spoke again. "Yes, its sounds wonderful," he said putting a teasing emphasis on the word wonderful. It suited his friend, and as it was her party it had better suit her. "Let me guess, you'll be Alice?"[/size][/font][/blockquote]

[cecelia emerson reese .]

it's not e a s y to be me

Cecelia gave a small shrug. “Something pale I suppose. Nothing too bright and garish. Ohh! Do you think we’d be able to find some classic Alice drawings? I’d prefer those to Disney animated drawings. Or sometimes they have stitches drawn of the characters?” It was actually saying a lot that the girl was letting Elliot have control over something and actually make the decisions. It must mean she trusts him. Generally, Cecelia liked having complete control. Sure, she hired a party planner, but they merely ended up doing all the hard things like making calls and organizing. Cecelia made the decisions on colours, linins, everything. Even down to the wait staff.

Alright, so yes. She was a control freak. That wasn’t really a bad thing though was it? The youth took another sip of her none coffee tasting caffeinated drink. Watching the program start up over Elliot’s shoulder. “Of course you’ll love him. Don’t be silly. I’m sure if things keep progressing the way they are with Matthew and I, you will meet him rather soon.” She wiggled her eyebrows in a slight suggestive manor. As if there were more to the story she wasn’t telling the boy. Of course there sort of was. It wasn’t as though she was purposely keeping it from him though, she was just sparing him the sorted details.

At his emphasis on ‘wonderful’, Cecelia frowned. She wasn’t stupid. She knew what he meant. “Well if that’s the way you feel..” she started, sniffing slightly. “No one is forcing you to go.” So, that was somewhat true. She wouldn’t force him in the sence that she wouldn’t drag him there. No. However what she would do would be to make him feel so guilty that it would be just better to go and put up with it. Cecelia was good at that sort of manipulation. Making people do things without them realising they are being manipulated.

Still sulking over his previous comment, Cecelia gave a curt nod. “Well of course. Who else would I be? I’m perfect for Alice.” Well, she perhaps had the head-band thing down, but in terms of personality? Perhaps the Queen of Hearts was better suited for C-c. Not that she’d ever admit that to anyone, or let anyone mention it.

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[elliot]

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Elliot nodded. Pale made sense, especially for a tea party. So did the classic Alice drawings. If they were to use the Disney version they would have to use "garish" colours which was something she hadn't wanted. All of this invite was sounding classic Cecelia, and Elliot liked that she hadn't changed that much. Change was all right but not always with friends and such. He also appreciated that she was trusting him with this. Because having known Cecelia for a long time, he knew she liked to have control over such things. So it was saying a lot about their friendship that was letting him have even remote control over how the invites were to turn out. Conveniently this was something he could put in his portfolio that was due at the end of the semester. So, while it was good to help a friend, he was also helping his mark. "That sounds doable. And I might be able to find some classic Alice drawings. I'll take a look," said Elliot.

She switched to the topic of this Matthew character, and Elliot had the feeling that she wasn't telling him the whole story. He was okay with this, as he didn't really want all the gory details of hopw attractive he was and how dreamy his eyes were. He really didn't want any of that, as that was something you tell to your friends who are girls or are gay, not your friends who are hetero males. Not that Elliot was homophobic or whatever, but he just didn't want all the details about it. As long as this Matthew character wasn't doing anything to screw over the girl that he considered to be one of his best friends, then he would be all right. "Something to look forward to," he said with a half smile, meanwhile looking for the classic Alice drawings Cecelia had requested.

He smiled reasurringly. "Cecelia, it does sounds wonderful, for you at least. I think it suits you to a T, and I want to go. I'll even get you a present. What do you want for your unbirthday?" he asked, he did think it suited his friend to a T, and that was what made the party a wonderful idea. He also had mental fingers crossed so that him getting her a present would get him into her "good graces" again. He wasn't sure that it would really work but he could try. It may also help that he said he wanted to go, but he didn't know. She may have said he wouldn't be forced to go but Cecelia knew how to do a good guilt trip. No one could deny that.

"I agree," he said, half smiling and clicking a picture of Alice. He turned the laptop screen to Cecelia. "What about this one?" He paused for a moment waiting for her answer, and wondering if he would be required to dress up. And if he was required to dress up what he should dress up as.[/blockquote][/size][/font][/blockquote]

[cecelia emerson reese .]

it's not e a s y to be me

Cecelia bit the inside of her lip. Her features softening a little. Offering to by her a present had worked. Yes, Cecelia Emerson Reese was that fickle. She tilted her head slightly. Considering this for a moment. “Well, you really don’t have to get me a present.” She said slowly, taking a sip of her coffee. “It’s not exactly my un-birthday party at all. It’s more of an un-birthday party for anyone. Anyone who’s birthday it really isn’t of course.” She paused. There was a part of her, a very materialistic part that would love to let the boy buy her something wonderful. However she refrained from demanding that he did.

Cecelia set her coffee aside so she could tug the laptop from the boy’s hands. Setting it down carefully on her own knees. Eyebrow raised, she let her eyes trail over the image of Alice he had found. Taking in it’s qualities, and trying to decide if it was really what she wanted on her invitations. It definitely was classic, and looked rather good. Since she was sure she wasn’t going to hand out personal invitations either, and have it as an open thing, the image would get peoples attention. Even though it was more of a classic Alice image, it was still clearly Alice, and people would recognise that.

“I like that one.” She smiled at the boy, handing his laptop back. “It suits the theme of the party well. You could also use the pale colour scheme already in that image to design the rest of the invitation. Here..” She picked up her folder, turning pages for a moment ‘til she found a sheet that she had mocked up an invite with all the information that was needed laid out. “That’s the basics of what needs to be on it.” She eased the paper from the sleeve she had slipped it into and held it out for Elliot to take.

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[elliot]

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Elliot nodded thoughtfully, a smile resting on his lips. It was good that she knew what she wanted because it made his job that much easier. A sfot laugh tickled his throat at what his father would probably think of this kind of thing. He had laready disapproved of his photography habit and the fact that he was designing invitations to tea parties would probably please him less. Oh well, Elliot didn't care. He was just happy that one of his talents was able to be put to good use. Once she had approved the image and he had gotten his laptop back her set into the designing aspect. Using her hand drawn guide he managed to throw together a rough copy in three minutes flat. Since he knew the rough copy wouldn't be good enough he began to smooth out the flaws, and refine it.

However while he worked on the invitation he really didn't want her to feel excluded from the little world. It was odd perhaps but he did feel the need to strike up a conversation. Pausing to take a sip of the coffee she had brought him, he met her gaze. "So how is this tea party going to work?" he asked, for once genuinely curious. "People dress up as the characters right, but what happens if two people dress up as the same character?" As he spoke this last bit, he placed the cup of coffee down and continued with his work of art. He could really only hope that it was up to her tastes when he finally managed to finish it.

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[cecelia emerson reese .]

it's not e a s y to be me

Now that Elliot was busy, Cecelia was a little bored. Glancing around, her eyes landed on the open photo album. Smiling slightly, the youth discarded her mostly empty coffee cup in order to pick up the album. She took in the photo it was opened on. A wave of nostalgia washed over the young woman. She remembered the day the photo was taken. It had been a good day actually. Not that she’d ever admit it, but the last year Elliot had been her best friend. Without Adelle around, she’d needed someone and he’d been there. Maybe one day in a rare, touching moment between the two she’d thank him.

Flipping through the pages, Cecelia took in each photo in tern. Enjoying the nostalgic mood she was now in. They really did have a lot of shared memories. Memories that Elliot had captured on film. That was a plus actually, having a friend with skills in photography. It meant the images he had of her were better then your average happy snap that could make even the prettiest person look like a hag. Without looking up from the photos, Cecelia answered his question. “Well, it’s more like you dress as a more formal version of the character.” She corrected the boy, flipping a page in the album. “I suppose, there aren’t enough characters for everyone to have their own so doubles will probably happen.” She gave a slight shrug. She wasn’t exactly fond of the idea of someone else going as Alice..

Looking up from the photos, the youth tilted her head to the side. Taking in the invitation. Well, it wasn’t bad considering it had only taken him a few minutes to do. She had to admit, the boy had talent. She offered him a warm smile. “That’s actually really good Eli.” Alright, so she hadn’t meant her compliment to sound so backhanded. Then, that was Cecelia Reese for you. “Though, maybe if you make the image a little smaller? We don’t want it to over-power everything..”

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[elliot]

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"Oh that sounds..." he trailed off looking for a good adjective, finally he settled on: "cool." Absently he sipped his coffee again. While he worked on the invite he saw her pick up the album out of the corner of his eye. He was glad that he was passionate about photography. Becuase of that he would have memories that would last a life time and other people who didn't document their lives like he did, would only have fading memories that at some point masy be gone forever. Oh well, that was their loss after all.

He wasn't into the digital fever. He didn't understand why it was so popular, because he would rather have the wonderous film. Besides it seemed to him that people with digital cameras were less likely to print their pictures. They simply only posted them on facebook and that was really unfortunate
because they wouldn't have the chance in forty years to flip through a photo album with their children. Or if their children had childrten, their grandchildren. Reluctantly his thoughts turned away from the thoughts of his passion in photography and turned back to the party. He was at a loss for what he should dress up for, so perhaps Cecelia would give him a suggestion. "So, I have no idea what character I should pick," he said. "Any suggestions?" His gaze flicked to her face for a moment, witing for an answer. It was likely that Ceceluia had suggestions and one of them would probably fit pretty well.

"Thanks," he said with a laugh. Though the compliment had come off as rude he had learned not to take some of this stuff so seriously with Cecelia. If he became offended at everycomment then he would clearly be much too girly for his own good. Besides he knew she didn't mean for her comment to sound rude to him. Taking the laptop back, he nodded. A smaller image was a good idea because as it was he liked that better. Cecelia had a good eye for these things after all. He spent a couple more minutes smothing out some details, and making the image smaller. Another few minutes passed and then he believed he had the finished result. A grin spread across his face. And he hoped that she liked it. "How about this?" he asked, turning the laptop back toward her.[/size][/font][/blockquote]

[cecelia emerson reese .]

it's not e a s y to be me

Cecelia considered his question for a moment. Cocking her head to the side. “Well I think Matthew is going to dress as the mad hatter, so probably not that. You could come as the white rabbit? In a waist-coat and with a pocket watch? Or perhaps the Cheshire cat, in a purple suit? That would be rather lovely.” She bit her lip, trying to think of other possibilities. “Oh it would be nice to see a male Alice. He could wear a powder blue suit. It would be rather classy indeed.” Cecelia frowns. “Though if we both went as Alice it wouldn’t go down so well so ignore that idea.”

She glanced over the invitation, appraising it. For a brief moment, Cecelia had a desire to pick on very small, meaningless details. However she refrained herself. If it had of been a professional she was paying for services, Cecelia wouldn’t have hesitated to call on every detail and demand it perfect. However Elliot was a friend. A friend whom perhaps she didn’t treat with a lot of care sometimes. He deserved a break. Regardless of how anyone else saw her, Cecelia actually did value her friendships. Ellie in particular.

“It looks wonderful.” She smiled. Turning her gaze from the lap-top to her friend. “You are a gem.” Collecting her folder, Cecelia turned pages until she found the sleeve in which she had stored her memory stick. Slipping her hand between the plastic, she pulled out the device and moved to plug it into Elliot’s laptop. “Here. Save it to this, and I’ll take it to an actual printers to get printed. It will be so much easier then printing it ourselves. Besides, better quality.”

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[elliot]

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“Well I think Matthew is going to dress as the mad hatter, so probably not that. You could come as the white rabbit? In a waist-coat and with a pocket watch? Or perhaps the Cheshire cat, in a purple suit? That would be rather lovely.” So clearly Cecelia was slightly smitten with this Matthew character. It was good in a way, he was glad that she had found someone who clearly made her happy. He was just iffy about things escalating too quickly and such the like. He didn't want her to get hurt after all. The white rabbit? Hmm.. Absently Elliot thought back to see if he had any recollection of the story. He really didn't so the white rabbit and the chesire cat didn't make too much of an impact on him. He would probably have to go shopping with Cecelia so she could help him pick. "I dunno," he said, glancing down at the laptop for a moment before darting his gaze back to her face. "Either way I'll probably have to go shopping. I don't think I brought any suits with me, much less ever owned a purple one." “Oh it would be nice to see a male Alice. He could wear a powder blue suit. It would be rather classy indeed.” Cecelia frowned. “Though if we both went as Alice it wouldn’t go down so well so ignore that idea.” Elliot laughed softly. "I wouldn't dream of stealing your spot light as Alice, Cc," he said abbreviating her name at the end.

“It looks wonderful.” Elliot smiled at the compliment. He was glad she liked it though a professional probably would've done a better job, he was glad she had come to him instead of wasting money on getting a professional to design it. Not that Cecelia exactly needed to be frugal about these things. Elliot sipped his coffee. “You are a gem.” He nodded softly. "T'was my pleasure," he said, still savouring the taste of the caffeine-rich liquid. It didn't have his favorite taste but he was pretty much addicted now and really couldn't function in the morning with out his coffee. Which he whould probably cut back on.

“Here. Save it to this, and I’ll take it to an actual printers to get printed. It will be so much easier then printing it ourselves. Besides, better quality.” Elliot nodded. She was right and his printer was on the fritz anyways. If it were to work they would be lucky if it came out purple rather then a complete mess wof something that they hadn't even been trying to print. He accepted the flash drive from her and plugged it into the little usb spot. When the icon representing the drive came up on his desktop, Elliot clicked file and then save. He proceeded from their to save the file as aliceinvite, saving it as both a .jpg and .psd to the flash drive and then proceeding to unplug it and hand it back to Cecelia. "There you go," he said.[/blockquote][/size][/font][/blockquote]

[cecelia emerson reese .]

it's not e a s y to be me

Frowning, Cecelia considered the boy for a moment. “I can actually really see you as the white rabbit you know. a white suit would do wonders for your colouring. Yes, I know it’s s little boy bandish, white suits. I won’t make you sing larger then life.” She offered the boy a smirk as she watched him save the file. The right suit would be tasteful and nothing at all like back-street boys fashion. “I’d be happy to go shopping with you if you still feel completely useless. I’ve said I’d help Matthew too, so perhaps I’ll keep an eye out for a suit for you too?”

Cecelia took her flash-drive back off Elliot. Slipping it back into the correct spot in the folder. She felt much happier now she had that out of the way. There was just so much to do for the party it was nice to be able to cross something from her list. Cecelia liked to have everything planned exactly. She hated the idea of leaving it all in the hopes that she’d find the plans free falling into place. Considering how meticulous to detail she was, the laid back approach to things would just not work for her.

Setting the folder aside, Cecelia settled into the bed a little more. Feeling more at ease. She’d been so busy with getting to know the school, the city and a certain boy, that she hadn’t spent much time with Elliot later. Perhaps they should go out? Have dinner the Riverside club or something? Cecelia titled her head to the side, considering this. Perhaps it may be a good chance to have the two men in her life meet. Sort of like a double date, and if Elli didn’t have anyone to invite, she could always have Adelle come. “When is your next free Saturday night?”

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“I can actually really see you as the white rabbit you know. a white suit would do wonders for your colouring. Yes, I know it’s s little boy bandish, white suits. I won’t make you sing larger then life.” Elliot gazed upward slightly, trying to picture himself in a white suit. Clearly he didn't have the same eye as Cecelia because he couldn't see how it would do wonders for his "colouring". In fact he wasn't even too sure what she meant by that. "All right," he said, "White rabbit it is then." It wasn't like Elliot had much of an idea about it. He would really rather not wear a purple suit to a tea party of his peers. They might question his sexuality, not that their was anything wrong with being gay. It was just that Elliot was not.

“I’d be happy to go shopping with you if you still feel completely useless. I’ve said I’d help Matthew too, so perhaps I’ll keep an eye out for a suit for you too?” Elliot grinned, he was glad he didn't have to ask. He just wasn't that 'shoppingly' talented as she was. "That would be great," he said. "Could you?" She had offered but he figured it couldn't hurt to clarify it. Plus if he needed to be there he happened to have a relatively free schedule. So any necessary shopping trips were free to pop into his schedule so that he could get to suit and attend the party that Cecelia was planning. In fact if he were to go with her she could pick out a present for her 'unbirthday' party and have it in advance. As long as it wasn't excessively expensive. He didn't have to worry about money but he did have his limits that he wouldn't go above. "I'm free to come with you if you need me too."

“When is your next free Saturday night?” It was an odd question, but he didn't take much note of any oddity it possessed. Oddity wasn't important anyways, though he couldn't exactly figure out her means. Oh well, girls had never really been easy to understand. They were like a mystery just waiting to be solved. It was probably what kept him interested. But like he had said he had a relatively free schedule ahead of him. "Next." he said. He glanced at her curiously, wondering why she was asking about his free Saturdays. He blinked rapidly, and then fixed her with a final gaze. As he did this he saved a copy of the invite to his computer and closed the laptop. "Why?" he asked.[/size][/font][/blockquote]