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Post by rainbow on Dec 23, 2008 15:42:59 GMT 10
The petite twenty one year old was off campus and not in her house. She was at the Spcae Needle, on the observation deck, with the little girl who dictated how her world revolved. Isabelle was dressed as she usually did, randomly. It wasn't too cool outside so she was wearing a pair of jean shorts. She had a pair of rainbow knee socks on, with her black and white converse shoes covering her feet. Her top had been a simple white t-shirt, but that was before she had gotten her hands on it. Now that she had made it over it had many hand embroidered designs on it. It was something she did for fun. Her long black hair hung down in nearly straight locks, but had only the slightest wave near the end. On the one side it was pinned back with a ribbon clip, and the ribbon was made of rainbow fabric.
Bethany was dressed adorably, in a tiny blue dress that Isabelle had made for her. Her short black ringlets were tied into two pig tails with blue ribbons and her feet were in tiny blue shoes that they would be lucky if they didn't get lost by the end of the day. Her stubby, chubby little fingers were sticky with the remnants of the chocolate ice cream they had just ate. "Wook!" she would cry, pointing at the many wonders of the observation deck. Isabelle loved seeing Bethany's wonder at all of the things she didn't see day to day. It was adorable.
Balancing Bethany on her hip, Isabelle wriggled a kleenex from her pocket. Carefully she wiped at the chocolate stains around Bethany's mouth. Luckily none had spilled on her dress. Isabelle adjusted the three year olds weight on her hip. It was getting harder to carry her every where. "Mama! Wook!" cried Bethany again. "What Bethie? What do you see?" cooed Isabelle, letting her soft side show through clearly. "Aw, what an adorable little girl!" came a voice from Issy's right. Bethany whimpered and buried her face in Isabelle's shoulder. She turned to look and saw a middle aged woman standing there, making faces at Bethany and cooing over her. Isabelle stood there awkwardly, when the woman turned toward her. "Is she your sister?" asked the woman. Isabelle stiffened. She didn't normally revela this about herself, but the woman had asked her directly. "No," she said. "Are you baby sitting her?" "No." "Then what?" "She's my daughter." The woman looked apalled for a moment, before trying to recover her composure. She failed. "But, but you can't be more then seventeen." Isabelle flustered. She knew she did not look seventeen, she never really had. "I'm twenty one thank you very much," she said in her coldest tone. With that said, Isabelle turned and stalked away.
They moved to the other side of the observation deck, observing through the window a faraway mountain. She was caught up in explaining to Bethany what it was when someone came and stood next to her.
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Post by dalton on Dec 23, 2008 22:04:08 GMT 10
The amazing view that the observation deck offered was apparent even after just stepping off the elevator. The city was breathtaking, and this was why a few times a month Dalton made his way out to the Space Needle. It was always so refreshing. Being able to look out upon the busy city, yet just be able to sit and do nothing. And even though the deck often times was packed with people it felt like he was the only one there. He just relaxed as he looked at the city, and then he began to think. Mostly about his writing, sometimes about other more personal matters, but most the time he stuck to brainstorming story ideas. It was the one thing he was really good at.
In the past month the author had found himself making his way to the needle more and more frequently. His second installment in his book series was set to be out by next summer, but being honest with himself Dalton thought he'd be lucky if it was ever out. He'd written about forty pages so far, all rubbish. His manager had called it writer's block and told him to take a bit of time to get his bearings. That however had been two months ago, and the senior was sure a bit of time definitely hadn't been meant to imply a month, let alone two. He really needed some inspiration.
He headed over to his usual spot on the southern facing side of the deck. As he walked however he was distracted by a toddler toting, rainbow sock wearing woman who one could only assume by the trademark black and white converse that it was fellow writer, Isabelle White. Dalton picked up his speed a bit, and jogged a few steps till he was within earshot of the two girls. "Belle!" he yelled, waving his arm in the air as if she could see him, continuing to walk to catch up with the girl. "Isabelle!"
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Post by rainbow on Dec 24, 2008 3:12:07 GMT 10
Having now moved away from the disapproving woman, Bethany was coming out of her shell again. Every few minutes she would demand to know what "dis" was or what "dat" was. Isabelle was surprisingly patient through all of this, explaining in the simplist terms possible what the various items her daughter asked about were. This went on for a long time, Bethany was very curious, and Isabelle didn't mind all the questions. But then she heard someone yelling out her name, first yelling her nickname, then the full name. Curious, she turned to see a fellow writing student coming her way. It was Dalton Ramsey, and not only was he a writing student, but also a published author. She was a little jealous of that fact but finding the time to write was often a challenge these days. When she did write it was always about what she knew best, Bethany, and she was sure readers wouldn't want to read about her nine months shy of four year-old daughter.
She let a smile come onto her lips. Dalton and the rest of the senior class were the ones she didn't have to hide the fact she had a child from. They had all been Freshman when she had gotten preganant so they had all seen her swell up with Bethany in her belly. She hadn't had to hide a huge part of her life from them, besides most understood, well at least some of the writing and journalism majors did as they were the most acquainted with Issy and Bethany. However Dalton was one of her close friends, nearly all of the classes she took were classes he took as well. He saw Bethany a lot, and the result was that she wasn't scared of him, nor was she shy around him. "Dawtin!" cried Bethany in a adorable attempt to say his name. Isabelle smiled again and attempted to swipe at Bethany's sticky fingers with a kleenex before turning to face her friend fully.
"Hey," she started. It was nice to see him after all, if not a little surprising. Being a writing major she probably could have been more creative then that, but who had time for that kind of creativity these days, not Isabelle at least. The smiled still remained on her lips, her blue green orbs resting on his face. "What brings you out here today?" she asked. [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by dalton on Dec 30, 2008 9:26:10 GMT 10
Though he hadn't intended on doing anything except think while on the O deck, the opportunity to talk with Isabelle was one he had decided he couldn't pass up. And the chance to see her adorable little tot, Bethany, was just an extra added bonus. "Hey Princess." he said in the sweetest voice possible, and he bent down to the little girl's level. "I think you've gotten bigger since the last time I saw you!" Dalton smiled at the mini Issy, and gave her a pat on the head as he stood back up to face the girl's mother. "You know you two are just too cute." he said smirking at his fellow classmate.
He had never really wanted children. The thought of reproducing was scary to the very independent writer. He spent the majority of his time writing, and working on projects important to him. His whole life revolved around his own needs, much like his parents lives had been when they made the mistake of thinking they could raise of normal child. He had always assumed he had become the way he was because of how his parents had handled their newfound parenthood. It was why he was now convinced that if he had kids they would be the same. They would label him a failure as a parent, because eventually no matter how hard he tried he would turn into his parents. So why even consider having children? They just weren't right for his lifestyle..
He did however, love being around Bethany and Isabelle. It gave him a small look at what it would be like to be a father. Not that he pretended or even tried to act like the little girl's dad, he just spent enough time with the two to possibly be considered as Uncle status. If the boy himself had any brothers or sisters he would have loved being categorized as the fun uncle. Getting to hang out with the little rug-rats, but not actually have to spend twenty-four seven with them. It seemed to him it was the perfect deal. Perfect solution to his fear of failing as a father. Though this solution was impossible. He did not have any siblings, and would not have the chance to be an Uncle. Perhaps this was why he liked helping out with Bethany. Perhaps he was trying to decide if deep down he did want kids after all. Mostly though he just highly admired the single mother, and since they were friends was willing to help her out in anyway possible.
"Just admiring the view." Dalton fibbed, he didn't feel like revealing the fact that he came here in hopes of being inspired. He was to ashamed to admit to anyone that his muse was blocked. Even if Isabelle was one of his close friends. It was silly, but he thought the more he talked about the worse it got. Some sort of subconscious mind thing at work. So the brunette quickly switched the conversation back around on his friend. "How about you? Taking in Seattle and all it's glory?" It was kind of rhetorical question. There really was only one main reason to come up on the observation deck, though like Dalton maybe it wasn't rhetorical after all. Still he didn't expect to get back an answer other then a type of yes.
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Post by rainbow on Dec 31, 2008 7:13:33 GMT 10
Bethany smiled widely revealing am outh ful of tiny white teeth. Bethany enjoyed the attention, and Isabelle understood completely. All little kids desired being the center of attention, Issy had and so did Bethany. It was just common sense for children to strive attention. She understood it completely in the little girl. She appreciated the patience and attention that her friends afforded to her miniture companion. She smiled at her friend. "Oh, of course we do," she said with a tiny little smile. "She is half of me." Isabelle laughed for a minute, and brushed some of Bethany's hair out of her eyes. "I'm only mostly joking," she said. "Thanks."
She paused, her thoughts becoming sober in her mind though the smile remained on her face. She was worried, worried about the inevitable day when Bethany was old enough to realise she was missing something in her life. And she was worried about the inevitable question that would come on that day, the question she would have no choice but to answer and she would have to explain on that day about how her father had denied her. She didn't know what words she could use, nor did she know how to explain it. She couldn't predict what age the girl would ask at either. That would have to be factored in to how she explained it too. These were the things that kept her up at night.
She smiled again at his answer to her question, it seemed like he wasn't telling her the whole truth but she was okay. She would accept his answer for now and let him say that. Maybe she was entirely off as well, maybe he really had come here to admire the view. "For sure," she answered, responding to his question. "Right Bethie?" she asked, glancing down at the three year old. Bethany nodded eagerly and reached out to Dalton, presumably for him to pick her up. She had never been a fan of standing on the ground. She was after all that much shorter then everyone else and it was no fun letting Mommy hold you all the time, especially when Mommy wasn't all that tall.
Because of Bethany's lack of a father it was nice to have Dalton be one of her close friends. He was the closest thing Bethany had to a father figure and he didn't even try to fill that role, another thing she appreciated. Issy glanced down at the little girl, she was still holding her arms up to Dalton, and it made Issy smile. She didn't know what she would doo if she didn't have her friends.
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