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Post by charlie allen stewart on Jan 15, 2009 14:07:20 GMT 10
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Mexican food was awesome. Charlie had learned this in all his time with the Torres family. Of course, Ella’s moms food tasted better than anything they could get delivered to the dorm buildings. But when you were hundreds of miles away from the chef of choice, you made do. Charlie, for example, ordered over the phone. Honestly surprised that he didn’t already weigh a million pounds considering how often he ate food that was either ordered from somewhere that sells tiny means with tiny toys for tots and from ordering in. Charlie supposed that was just the life of a college student. Especially a college student who only had enough skills to cook ramen and macaroni and cheese with the occasional spaghetti and meatballs.
Not, of course, that Charlie minded. He actually quite liked college life. He go to be independent and do things to his own choosing. Like when to go to bed or when to wake up or what to eat and who to hang out with. He didn’t have his mother (who was careful about all her children despite the fact that she had so many and most of them could look after themselves). The freedom was nice. Like now, when Charlie decided that he would walk over to Ella’s dorm, a common place for Charlie to stop, in his pajamas. Why dress up? He was only going to watch movies, pig out and hang with his best friend. This kind of freedom was something Charlie took an intense liking to.
In the lobby Charlie had run into the delivery man. This, of course, was awesome. He owed Ella anyway, since he was the reason that their plans the last time had fallen through. So, of course, he paid. He didn’t think the delivery man took to him kindly. But what respectable person wants to deliver to a university when they’re close to closing for the night and have a boy in bright purple pajama pants call you ‘cupcake’ after he pays you in nearly exact change? It probably wasn’t the best gig, but what did Charlie care? He would never be a restaurant delivery boy. He would graduate from WUoA and go on to try his hand at getting famous. He supposed though, since he’d always had a fall back plan, he’d never have the kind of job the guy from the Mexican place had. If Charlie didn’t do something with his instrument he’d make sure other people could. An indie record label, he’d decided long ago. He’d do something big no matter what it was. So why should he care if he was stiffing the delivery guy out of a tip?
Carrying the white plastic bag at his side, Charlie made his way back to the suites, glad that he and Ella lived in the same building. It would have sucked if she lived elsewhere, but he supposed no matter where she lived he would have visited her just as often. He was that kind of friend. “Ella!” He called when he reached the oh-so-familiar door. He knocked a few times with his free hand and waited patiently. He’d learned long ago, early in his freshman year, to never just barge into a girls dormitory. That was stupid. He’d never do it again. Nor could he ever scour the image of so much flesh out of his memory. Ella’s poor freshman year roomies. “E.T., we have liftoff. I’ve seriously got a bag of hot, yummy Mexican food in my hand. And it smells good. Come open the door!”
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Jan 16, 2009 21:03:39 GMT 10
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Ella was hungry. Seriously. She had been hungry when she had spoken to Charlie and he had called in his raincheck. So she had agreed and desisted in eating anything. Now though, she was starved. If the Mexican arrived before he did, Ella was so starting without him. Sure, he’d be a bit upset but he’d get over it. When you are hungry, you’re hungry and that was that. Charlie of all people understood that. He’d probably even do the same thing, actually. Now that she thought about it. In fact she was sure once he had been sent with her brother to pick up the pizzas for dinner one night last summer and when they got home an entire pizza had been eaten.
Ella felt herself smirk, as she lay on her bed. Eyes unfocused and roaming around the ceiling. She could be doing something productive.. But she wasn’t. Ella was in a completely lazy mood. All the wanted to do was eat Mexican and watch movies. So until either the food or Charlie arrived she wasn’t going to do a single thing. Except maybe let her thoughts take over. That went without saying though didn’t it? Ella didn’t think it was possible to ever not think. At least not for her. She was always thinking. Even if it was just about silly little things. The mind of Ella Torres never stopped.
Hearing the knocks on the door, Ella let out a squeal of delight. Okay so no, hearing Charlie say he had the food caused the squeal. Yeah, food was important to Ella. She was a pig. Just call her Ron Weasley. Jumping from the bed, Ella hitched her polka-dot flannel pyjama pants up higher around her hips. After all, she didn’t want her pants free falling down around her ankles. Charlie might not mind showing off his cajones to her, but she didn’t want him seeing her ass at all. She had more shame then Charlie anyway.
Flinging the door opened she beamed at the boy. “Well colour me tickled pink!” She announced, stepping aside to let the boy inside. “Charlie is actually following through with his plans today!” Of course, she was only teasing him. Charlie would know from the smirk on her features that she wasn’t actually upset. It was just in her job description to give the boy a hard time, and well… She was good at her job. What else could she say? “Hurry up and pick a movie so we can eat. I’m starved.”
o o c ,,, wait... how many points is that? suck it bitch
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Post by charlie allen stewart on Jan 20, 2009 20:39:29 GMT 10
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"I travel all the way across the universe to come see you and I don't get a hello?" Charlie pouted at her as if her teasing really hurt but instead of letting it go on for too long simply walked passed his friend and into her dorm room. "Don't put my cajones in a vice, c'mon... I made it didn't I? I could've called an cancelled again. So you ought to be worshipping the spot I stand on." He stuck out his tongue and settled the bag of food on the nearest flat surface. He'd been carrying it for awhile now and it was starting to get heavy. They sure were little piggies but he didn't really give a damn.
"I was thinking we should have a Harry Potter marathon, y'know? Because, first of all, Rupert Grint is sexy, and secondly I want magical powers. So I veto the chick flicks and want the wizards. Down with that? Actually, I don't care what your opinion is on this. You agree, end of story. Don't harsh my mellow." It wasn't hard to find Ella's movie collection, mostly because he'd gone through it a hundred times before. He was already aware of her collection, so making a choice was no task.
"The creepy guy delivered again. What's his name, Dingbang? Ughh, he always gives me dirty looks." A frown plastered it's way onto Charlie's face as he picked up the first movie and popped open the case. "Motherchucker," he mumbled, lifting a hand away from the plastic sides of the casing so he could suck on his thumb. "What are you, like, woman of steel? Closing DVD cases harder than any other superlady on the planet!" Charlie was a fool, yes, but he didn't care. Before long he had the movie out and in the player and was settled on Ella's bed, beckoning for her to bring the food closer.
"So, what'd you do today, crack ass?"
( How many points was THAT, Nicole? =D)
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Jan 30, 2009 12:49:36 GMT 10
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To a fly on the wall, the way Ella and Charlie speak to one another may seem rather, well.. odd. They had reached the point where they seemed to speak in so many private jokes they may as well be speaking a new language. It probably made others sometimes feel rather uncomfortable around them. Which was a shame, because that was never the intention. They also probably seemed like they hated each other, what with all the digs and banter. Those who knew them though, knew better. Each torment and teasing remark was merely just a confession of love… Well, some of the time. There was the odd occasion they actually were annoyed at one another. Not that it happened often though.
Ella snorted slightly, and closed the door behind her best friend. Ditch her again? He wouldn’t have dared. Charlie may think other-wise, but Ella wore the pants in the relationship. In fact, Charlie knew better then to really get Ella upset, for fear of her wrath. She stood by the door, considering his suggestion. Harry Potter over chick flicks? She could dig it. “Alright, sounds like a plan Stan. And I agree on the Ron equals sex god thing.” She gave a small shrug. “But then, we both know I’ve always had a thing for the doofus. Might be why I like you so much.” She shot the boy a teasing grin, before moving to sort out the food while Charlie sorted out the movie.
“Ya know..” she started, peering into the bag to see exactly what they’d ordered. “Just because you called him that once, does not make it his name Charles.” Satisfied he had ordered enough, and the right sorts of food, she picked up the bag and carried it to her bed. Sitting herself down next to Charlie. She started to unpack the food. Laying it all out on the bed around them. “Crack ass? Is that any way to talk to a lady mister?”
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Post by charlie allen stewart on Feb 1, 2009 17:25:39 GMT 10
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Charlie couldn't think of a time when he was truely mad at Ella. Sure, there had been some petty things along the way, but he was certain that there had never been a period of more than two or three days where they weren't talking. And those times that did involve them not talking were probably not by choice. Often school had them bogged down, these days anyway. But Charlie always made time for Ella and he liked to believe that she made time for him too. At least it seemed that way because he knew if he begged enough she'd tag along and do whatever he wanted to do. He just had to put on the charm. It was truely a situation of love. Some of their old friends had even joked that if Charlie wasn't gay he'd probably marry Ella. Charlie had always frowned on this. No, Ella was like a sibling to him, a more favored sibling who probably knew more about him than his actual siblings, but a sibling nonetheless.
"I'm willing to accept the fact that you only like me because you think I'm a total dork. But I'll have you know that some people find me interesting and attractive." He laughed and continued making himself comfortable. Willing to admit it to anyone, Charlie actually liked living in the dorms. He was sure that when he was done with school he'd have himself a small apartment (or maybe a bigger one and force Ella to move in with him. Charlie wasn't sure how well he'd do alone). Sure, sometimes dorms and suites and whatnot were crowded but Charlie liked having people around. As long as his roomie wasn't a total putz he'd be just fine. "I wish I had magical powers like Ron."
Wrinkling his nose, Charlie assessed the Dingbang situation. It was true, yes, that once Charlie had referred to the delivery guy as that. It was also true that he was very drunk and very hungry and that Ella had forced him to go pay the man. It had been after one of the few parties Charlie had attended during his time at WUoA. He still called the man that on the odd occasion and since the delivery guy hadn't corrected him, Charlie assumed he'd made a correct guess. "Hey, you never know. It could very well be his name. Or he's just too nice to correct me. Though he called me Francis that one time, I swear to you." Shaking his head, Charlie starting picking up the items he knew he'd ordered for himself.
"Since when did you become a lady, Ella?" Ohhh, so mean. "So - what've you been up to? Classes awesome and whatnot? Shouldn't the school show be starting soon or something like that?"
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Feb 3, 2009 11:55:59 GMT 10
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“Oh Charlie, you do have a magic power. The power to drive me nuts.” She gave the poy a friendly nudge, before picking up one of the burritos. Carefully, the young woman un-wrapped the would Mexican take-away food stuffs, as the movie started. They looked so young in the first movie. It was strange to think of them as ‘good looking’ at all. ‘Cute’ was probably a better word. Cute in that little child way not the ‘oh there’s a cute guy’ way. Warner Brother’s kind of hit the jackpot with Dan, Rupert and Emma. Who would have guessed they’d all grow up to be so stunning?
Ella took a bite out of her burrito, rolling her eyes at Charlie as she chewed and swallowed. “Babe, I’ve been a woman since I started growing breasticles in the sixth grade, unless you’ve failed to notice.” She knew Charlie meant that she was far from a prim, finishing school quality ‘lady’, however she had to give him a hard time when the chance arose didn’t she? It was in her job description as best friend, she was sure. If it wasn’t, well it should be. She took another bite from her burrito, savouring the taste for a moment. Her love for food was so un-holy..
“Hm yeah.” She nodded, mouth still full of food. The brunette swallowed again before speaking. “Last I heard the powers that be hadn’t settled on a show yet. I heard they were considering Rocky Horror. Which sort of sounds cool, but not. There isn’t really any roles in that for a fat Puerto Rican chick. At all. Well, not that many shows have a role for a fat Puerto Rican chick, but Rocky Horror even more so. I just hope they veto that idea.” She glanced at Charlie, curious to hear his opinion on the subject. A musical about transvestites was something she’d enjoy watching, but not being in.
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Post by charlie allen stewart on Feb 5, 2009 11:18:24 GMT 10
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Charlie would have to agree about the younger versions of the Harry Potter cast. They were, at best, cute. But in the later movies the lot of them were gorgeous. He wasn't exactly sure about Daniel Radcliffe, though, because that kid seemed creepier than anything, but he would at least hand it to him for not being entirely ugly. "I know, but I wish I had other magical powers. You know, ones that aren't limited to pissing you off. Because I could do that with, or without, magical powers." Already a bite and a half into his own burrito, Charlie grinned.
"Please don't talk about your boobs in front of me! Oh my god!" It didn't matter how used to it Charlie got, he still didn't want to hear about Ella's lady parts. Sure, it was a natural part of life, but to him she wasn't a girl or a boy. She was just Ella and being Ella was her job. "Mmm, they're gonna do Rocky Horror? Are you kidding me?" Hell, if that was the case, Charlie ought to consider changing his major.
"Are you kidding? Seriously? Ella - the parts in Rocky Horror aren't limited to anyone. It's THE show to be in if you're different. You could be ANYONE in that show! An unconventional conventionalist, for sure, at the very least. I mean, the school will probably butcher it, but I think if they don't go with it someone should sponser it and let kids who don't get into the big show do that, or volunteers. I would so love to organize a Rocky Horror night."
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Feb 5, 2009 17:55:43 GMT 10
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Ella had to laugh. It always amused her how sensitive Charlie was when it came to hearing about girly parts. Honestly? She thought it was a tad immature of Charlie, and that perhaps he needed to work at being more comfortable talking about womanly thing. Then, that may have been a little selfish on her behalf. Considering she didn’t really trust many other people enough to talk to about some of the subjects Charlie was uncomfortable with. “Fine.. Fine.” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “I’ll leave my breasts out of any future conversations if you leave your cojones in your pants and out of my site at all times. No more stripping buddy.”
Taking a break from her Burrito, Ella used her free hand to pick up a corn-chip from the nachos, making sure she got enough meat and cheese on-top of it, before carefully taking it to her mouth. Listening as Charlie spoke about Rocky Horror. She felt herself sigh slightly. The boy had a point, but it wasn’t exactly helping at all to ease her concerns. No, hers were not just because she was a minority or alternative in any way. “It’s not just about that though Charlie… It’s more. I’m not exactly the sort of person anyone wants to see prancing around in a short skirt and fish-nets you know?”
Though that she’d said it, she wished she hadn’t. She knew she’d probably get some sort of ‘love your body’ lecture from Charlie, and she appreciated the sentiment. It just didn’t change the fact she wasn’t completely comfortable with her weight. Most of the time she was. Ella didn’t care, she ate what she wanted (within reason) and enjoyed her life. There were some things though, that she’d just never be comfortable with. Not to mention the fact it severely affected the way she interacted with members of the opposite sex.
In an effort to steer the conversation away from her body issues, Ella grinned at his idea. “Oh, for sure Charlie. If the school doesn’t end up putting it one, we should so hire a massive projector and screen and have a movie night. Out on the grass? Like a twilight movie session. It’d be pretty awesome.”
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Post by charlie allen stewart on Feb 9, 2009 2:29:05 GMT 10
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Most of the time when Charlie was freaking out about hearing things about ladies and their god given parts he was only joking. He knew it wasn't fair to be completely comfortable with his own gear, for lack of a better term, and not with a female's. It was all scientific anyway. Mostly he did it to annoy the piss out of Ella or to make her laugh. If it wasn't for one of those reasons it was mostly to get out of a scary conversation. He knew that Ella could see right through that though, that's why this time it was completely for laughs. "Oh damn. Nevermind, talk about whatever you want. I reserve the right to strip."
Ella's reason for not enjoying a Rocky Horror show were ridiculous to Charlie. He'd gone to a handful of them back home, mostly without Ella, and never had a problem with anyone caring what anyone looked like. "Ella Torres, I'm going to kick your ass. I've seen large men in lingerie and you're worried about you? Honey, you're gorgeous. Besides, it doesn't matter. Nobody cares at a Rocky Horror show. Besides, the Unconventional Conventionalists wear suits. If we host a show, and I'm serious, I want to - you can do that? I'd prefer you didn't, but it's up to you." He wouldn't push her into anything she was uncomfortable with. No, that wouldn't be nice at all.
Charlie took another bite of his burrito to keep himself from giving her any kind of speech, something he seemed prone to when Ella dissed herself. But he supposed beauty was in the eye of the beholder. To Charlie, Ella was gorgeous. But he'd never understood the ridiculously skinny girls fad. Not to mention that he wasn't into girls at all, so it didn't really help his arguement. Oh well. Maybe some day Ella would get over it. Glancing back to the television, Charlie kept his attention focused on Harry Potter briefly before eyes strayed back to Ella while she encouraged ideas.
"You think we could? I mean it'd be pretty low-budget, but that's what it's all about anyway. Just run the DVD and have a fantastic Rocky night. Paint the virgins with v's and make them make fools out of themselves." Grinning, he nodded his head. "Okay, we fucking have to now. Please, please, please tell me you'll help."
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Feb 10, 2009 15:28:57 GMT 10
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Ella was happy to leave the topic of her body issues and launch fully into the next topic. In fact, she was rather content to never actually visit ever again with Charlie. It was one of the few things Ella was touchy about. Which, was rather silly on her behalf considering she often made throw-away remarks about being fat, and then refused to let the others who had heard the remark tell her other wise. Maybe Charlie was right, women were just way to complicated creatures to try and figure out. Ella in particular. She seemed so put together, yet had some deep sitting issues with herself.
Pulling her mind away from those though, Ella helped herself to another nacho. Charlie was certainly getting excited about the idea. Which was nice. Ella liked making the boy happy. Just as she liked making the rest of her friends happy. Although there was always something about your best friend that made you want to please them in particular. You always wanted to see the ones you loved most smile, and if you contributed to that smile, well it was a good feeling.
Ella paused, mid bite of her burrito. “I hate to huffle your puff Charlie, but I’ve never been to a rocky night, because watching it with you and my sister doesn’t count, so technically I’d be a rocky virgin, and there is no way in hell you are getting me to do anything embarrassing like that. I’ll dress up, I’ll probably sing along. And I may even do the time-warp but that’s it.” She poked her tongue out at him, before finally taking the bite of her burrito. Turning her gaze to the tv for a moment.
Ella was fine with embarrassing herself mostly. She just didn’t want to be singled out for something. Knowing her luck she’d be the only rocky-virgin there. Besides, as much as she loved making Charlie happy, she loved giving him a hard time. “Honestly though, I’ll look into renting a projector or ways of creating a huge scale screen tomorrow if you are that serious about doing it.”
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Post by charlie allen stewart on Feb 11, 2009 5:45:00 GMT 10
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Charlie would say it time and time again. He saw nothing wrong with Ella. She was amazing and such a good friend and personally he found her beautiful. But at the same time, what did he know? He didn't even like girls. Instead of dwelling on the subject, Charlie chose to change to the next subject. He didn't like getting onto Ella about her body image. It wasn't fair. She had every right to feel her own way about herself, even if Charlie didn't like the way she saw herself. All he could do was tell her how he felt and offer support when she needed it.
"Oh, I'd make you an honorary whore, okay? Besides, if we seriously do this thing you're hosting with me. I can't have my partner in crime marked with a V. That puts my credibility to waste." Charlie teased, rearranging the top bit of the burrito so it didn't explode and end up in his lap when he took another bite. "Bullshit. You'll cooperate fully and you know it. Once I explain the whole process to you, you'll fall in love and want to do it every year. I don't think I'll do drag though. Maybe we can go thrifting, and if I find some suitable shoes and a pair of shorts I'll spray paint them gold and go as Rocky. I'm not buff enough, but that's never stopped anyone before." Seeing Charlie in nothing more than a pair of gold shorts and shoes would have to be one hilarious sight.
"Yes, I'm serious. But you have to help me tons. Because I suck at organizing things. It can be something awesome like CHARLIE AND ELLA PRESENT: THE SCIENCE FICTION DOUBLE FEATURE!" Waving the hand not holding the burrito over his head, the brunette grinned. "Besides, won't hosting an event like this get you super brownie points in class?"
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Feb 19, 2009 13:50:34 GMT 10
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Ella gave her eyes a dramatic, playful roll. “Fine fine. Stop harshing my mellow. We’ll do whatever you want Mr likes-to-be-in-control.” Of course she was merely teasing her friend. The youth took a bite of her own burrito, trying not to laugh. She’d let Charlie go on with his over-the-top ideas for a bit, before she explained the practicalities of it all and they found a happy medium. Though not tonight. She wasn’t really in a serious planning mood. She just wanted to relax really. Though she could tell Charlie wouldn’t be deflected in his plans, so she’d humour him she supposed.
Ella took a break from her giggling in order to masticate her wanna-be Mexican dinner. She watched Charlie for a moment, trying to picture him in a rocky outfit. The really sad thing was, Ella could see it. It really did seem like something Charlie would do. She wasn’t exactly sure if that was a bad thing though. She did admire his confidence actually. Swallowing her food, Ella grinned. “Yeah, I indeed see some thrift shop trolling in our future. Best places to find costumes really.” She paused to pick up a nacho. “As long as the shorts don’t make their way into your usual clothing rotation like those leather pants we got one Halloween.”
She smirked at the boy, eating her nacho. “Don’t even deny it kiddo. I saw them in your wardrobe last week. What? Waiting for the day you become a rock star to wear them?” She wriggled her eyebrows teasingly, before laughing slightly. “Uh, Brownie points? For getting out fellow students to get half naked and sing really loudly in the middle of the night? Maybe, I dunno Charles.” She smirked slightly, generally they saved the brownies for students organizing charity events, not movie nights.
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Post by charlie allen stewart on Feb 23, 2009 10:37:37 GMT 10
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"Hey, those pants were expensive." Charlie was not willing to divulge information on just why he was keeping hold of those leather pants. He never knew what good they would do him. What if one day he wanted to go to some hot club and the appropriate attire just happened to be leather pants?! At least then he would have something to wear. "I can't even remember why I felt such an urge to buy leather pants, it's not like they were necessary to my costume." There was no telling just what was going through Charlie's head when he decided to buy them. It seemed like such a long time ago.
"The scantily clad aspect of this event is for me, not for you. I'm sure any of your professors would love to know that you helped organize such a fantastic event. And if they don't, oh well. We just educated a portion of the campus on what great fun it is to wear underwear in public." Charlie grinned, obviously completely thrilled at this whole idea. For the next few weeks he was going to be calling and coming over nonstop to plan this. Chances were that he wouldn't let it rest until it happened. "We could make it a charity event," Charlie mused. "Two bucks for the prop bags, to cover the cost, donations accepted. We split the profit between a theatre organization and a music organization." They would both get brownie points for that.
"You know, I came over to stuff my face and watch movies, but I'm not even remotely interested in watching this movie right now. I am a disgrace. After we eat we should do something. In our pajamas, I'm not going back to my dorm just to change. What do you think, miss?"
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Mar 3, 2009 8:15:46 GMT 10
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Ella felt herself smirk. If she remembered correctly, It had been she who had egged Charlie on yo be the leather pants. Telling him if he was going to do a particular costume then he may as well do it right. She had been teasing him actually. She never expected he would actually buy them, no less wear them. Ella kept that memory to herself though, lest Charlie blame her for making him buy expensive, useless articles of clothing. Instead she just took a large bite out of her burrito. Enjoying the memory in private. Charlie didn’t need to know everything that went on in her head.
Shrugging, Ella glanced at Charlie. It was a reasonable idea, to donate money. “We could. Yeah. Only I wouldn’t have a clue who to donate it too.” She glanced back at the TV, contemplating it for a moment. “We could scrap the idea of music and theatre organisations, because Seattle’s arts industries actually kind of flourish, hence why this school is so respected in the industry. Perhaps we could use it to by instruments or something for the children’s hospital? I dunno.” She screwed up her nose, not completely sure she liked that idea.
At his next suggestion, Ella frowned. “Where exactly are we going to go though?” She raised a small eyebrow. “I mean, it’s not like back home where pyjama pants and ugg boots become the official winter school uniform. And we can go to the Pancake palace for Sunday breakfast in pyjamas. I think Seattle’s dress code may be a little stricter.” She glanced at the tv. Charlie was right though, it didn’t seem like a mindless veg night anymore. She did want to go out and do something. She just wasn’t exactly sure what.
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Post by charlie allen stewart on Jul 6, 2009 14:18:35 GMT 10
“You suck. Be creative! Get your juices flowing!” Charlie was completely unimpressed by Ella’s lack of cooperation at his ideas. They were perfect! How could she not be all for this. Not only was it the best movie ever made that they were going to be presenting but it happened to be an opportunity for the both of them to do something for both of their causes and to do with together. He couldn’t believe that she wasn’t more interested in the idea. They never got to do anything together at school! And if they did it was rare and Charlie was off to the side while Ella was involved. It came with the territory of being a musician. Charlie was never quite as involved as everyone else. At events he was usually off playing something for someone, be it guitar or piano, whatever was asked of him. He really didn’t complain much about it, but he’d been looking forward to something like this for a long time. It was almost safe to say that he was disappointed Ella wasn’t more enthusiastic about it. They hadn’t done anything like this together since high school and even then it wouldn’t be quite as fun as this would be. Yes, he understood that she wasn’t a big fan of the skimpy clothing but that wasn’t even the point. The costumes could be improvised, cut to taste, fitted to the wearer. Charlie had never been to a Rocky showing where all the costumes were perfect. Plus, he’d seen some ugly people in way less clothing than Ella would ever be comfortable with.
“Were you, like, schooled in the Art of Being a Downer? Who says we have to go anywhere amazing? Let’s just troll campus and drop off Dare Club notes or something.” That was simple, yeah? And they didn’t have to get dressed up and it got them out of the dorm, which was the point in the first place. Maybe, if they were both really bored, they could find a Wal-Mart somewhere and spend some time at it. That was one thing Charlie always found hilarious about the kids in the town he and Ella grew up in. It could be like three in the morning and if anyone was bored enough a trip to Wal-Mart to walk up and down the aisles aimlessly (often resulting in a basket full of junk food) would make it all better. Even though he laughed at it this wouldn’t be the first time that he suggested it either. Not that he HAD to suggest it, he was certain that the idea was floating somewhere in the back of Ella’s mind too. They had made countless midnight trips to Wal-Mart during high school in Charlie’s junker car that he’d left behind in favor of public transport and walking. Back home the dusty roads were too long to walk in the middle of the night.
“Besides, it’s been a long time since we wrote Dare Club notes together anyway. Let’s make someone dye the grass outside the administrator building purple or something. Or dare someone to sneak into a sorority house and give all the sisters Mohawks or steal their panties or something. Come on, Ella. Don’t poop on my party! Don’t rain on my parade!” Charlie’s begging tactics had never been all that great, but if he didn’t give up he could surely get his way. Maybe. Ella often could see right through him. But really, what was the harm. He remembered the dare he’d had to do because of her and swapping the men’s and women’s restroom signs hadn’t been easy without a screwdriver. He hadn’t seen anything very creative in awhile and to put it quite plainly he was bored.
“I love you?”
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