So, I got this one done early so I decided to put it up now.
Sarcastic Twists: Thank you :) And if Cam was kidnapped by rabid fangirls I'm betting the operator behind the plan would be me, and then I'd lock him up in my closet and tell Claire to shove it.
Anyway,
I was going to say something that sounded really intelligent, but I forgot :)
But I do have a quote for you...
Chuck Bass: "If you needed to mark your territory so badly, Nathaniel, maybe you should just pee on her."
Hah.
Gotta love him
Chapter Four: A Comet Appears
Cool, crisp September air blew across the Columbia campus, blowing back the blonde hair that usually fell around Claire's face. She raised her Nikon D60 to her sharp blue eyes, and snapped a picture of one of the many yellow maple trees around Columbia.
Columbia held so much inspiration for Claire; with the old buildings, the many trees that lined a few of the walkways, and even the students. Being an Ivy League school students from all over the country want to attend Columbia, which brought in a wide variety.
Claire turned around, looking for more inspiration. There was little student traffic throughout the grounds, being a Saturday. But then she spotted Massie hunched over a notebook.
Using her zoom on her camera, Claire snapped a picture of her looking thoughtful and at peace.
"Hey Massie," Claire took a seat next to her. She showed her the picture on the display screen of her camera. "Check this out."
"Ugh, I look awful," Massie complained. "Delete it please."
"I like it," Claire honestly said. "I'm keeping it."
"Please delete it."
"It's my camera, so I'm keeping it."
"Claire," Massie started at her. "Please"
Claire looked down at her picture and sighed. "Alright, fine."
Satisfied, Massie went back to writing in her notebook. "So how goes things with that Colter boy?"
"Who are you, my mother?" Claire smirked. "But I don't think there's anything going on. I only met him one time."
"So?" Said Massie. "You need a relationship," Claire glared at her. "And don't give me that look. You know it's true. You haven't been on a date since the end of sophomore year."
"I don't need to be in a relationship to be happy." Claire said bitterly, snapping a picture of a bird a few yards away.
"Sure you don't," Massie said. "But I can tell you're bitter and alone. Get over yourself and go on a date."
Claire and Massie glared at each other, but before long Claire smiled. "You're so demanding sometimes."
Massie just smiled back. She glanced at her wrist, which was donned with a silver Coach watch. "I have to get to the student store. My stupid professor wants me to read this dumb book." She stood up.
"Oh," Claire looked up at her. "Which one?"
"It's like, Pride & Prejudiced or something."
"Pride & Prejudice," Claire corrected. "Weren't we supposed to read that in high school?"
Massie scoffed. "Yeah, but I didn't. My professor wanted us to write an essay on the portrayal of emotion each character did or some other bull like that." She started walked. "I'll catch you later!"
"Bye!" Claire sat there for a few moments after she left before scooping up her camera again and walked over to small grassy lawn were several students were studying, reading or relaxing.
She snapped a few pictures of the students, ignoring a few of their glares for disrupting their peace. Claire kneeled down to get a better angle, when someone said, "So you're the photography type?"
Startled, Claire lost her balance and fell over. She scowled up at the now laughing guy who came up behind her, when she realized who it was. "Oh, hey Colter."
Colter struggled to regain composure, which cause Claire to frown again. "That was priceless," He said when he could speak again.
"Shut up," Claire smiled and whacked his leg.
"Well aren't you just a doll?" Colter bent a little to rub his shin as Claire got to her feet. His blue eyes noticed her Nikon swinging from her neck. "So are you aspiring to be a photographer?"
"Nope, just a hobby," Claire explained.
"I see." There was silence after that. Both of them looked around awkwardly, racking their brains for something to say.
"Hey, uh, Claire?" Colter brought Claire's eyes back to him. "I know we've just met and all, and I would totally understand if you say no, but do you maybe want to go for lunch tomorrow with me?"
Claire was a little shocked. He's asking me out already? Her first instinct was to say no thanks, but then she thought about what Massie said. Would a relationship be the best thing for her?
After much debate, she answered. "Sure, I'll go. When and where?"
Colter grinned. "Great. I know of this awesome deli out in Brooklyn. Let's meet here, say, around eleven-thirty?"
"Sounds great."
[ ]
"You're going on a date with who now?" Emily asked, a little shocked at what her friend was telling her.
"His name is Colter Hollis," Claire explained. "He's really nice, and cute, kind of funny, and-"
"And you've known him for how long?" Emily asked again from over on her bed.
"Who cares? She's lonely," Massie interjected, examining her nails from the foot of Claire's bed. Claire introduced Emily to Massie at dinner on the first day, and throughout the week they've become good friends. Emily was smart, pretty, and had a good sense of fashion. Massie was envious of Claire for having such a cool roommate, when she was stuck with a scary Goth girl who always had candles lit and burned in scents that smelled like dead rats.
"Like, two days," Claire answered Emily, who raised her eyes brows. The blonde's face became worried. "Oh no. Do you think it's too soon? I should've said no, shouldn't I? God Damn, I'm so stupid sometimes. I'll go call him right now to cancel…" She reached over to grab her cell phone off her nightstand, but Massie leaned over and smacked her hand back. "Ow!"
"You are not going to cancel on him," Massie snatched up Claire's old LG Shine and stuffed it in her pocket. "Like I said earlier, I think you deserve to go out and have some fun. Now, let's help you out with something to wear."
Massie stalked over to Claire's closet and looked through the blonde's wardrobe. "Where the hell are all those clothes I've lent you in the past year?"
Claire frowned again. "I returned them, didn't I?"
"Oh yeah! You did, don't worry. I remember pitching them out. They were so last season." Massie thought she heard Emily laugh a little, but she ignored it. Emily may have style and good clothing taste, but she has never thrown out clothes because they were over a week old. Massie huffed. "You have nothing to wear."
"Why can't I just wear jeans? I mean, it's just lunch. I'm not getting married or anything." Claire asked Massie.
Massie huffed again. "Kuh-laire," Claire frowned at the use of her old nickname. "It's a meal, not square-dancing. I think you should dress up. But only if you want to." Massie added quickly when she saw the look on Claire's face.
"It's settled then. I'm wearing whatever I want to wear. Now can I have my phone back?" Claire stuck out her hand.
[ ]
"Here, listen to this," Colter handed Claire the other ear bud to his iPod. The pair was walking back to campus from the deli they had lunch at. It was around three, and they were both in no hurry to get back.
Claire put the headphone in her ear. She was enjoying herself more than she thought, and she especially liked his taste in music. "What's this one?" She couldn't recognize it at all.
"It's called My Hero by The Foo Fighters. Ever heard of them?"
"No, I haven't," Claire listened to the song for a few moments before making her decision. "This is actually really good. I don't know how I haven't heard of them before."
"I know," Colter said. "They have some other good songs too. Want to listen to them?"
"Sure."
By the time they got back to the campus, Claire now had a wider variety of a music taste.
"Alright, well now I have to study," Colter said when they were back at their meeting place.
Claire laughed. "I know. I'm going to be up all night."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Colter looked at the ground. "If I knew you had work to get done-"
"Colter," Claire interrupted him. "Don't be sorry. I'm the one who agreed to go. And I'm glad I did. I had fun."
The shaggy brunette beamed. "I did too. We should do this again sometime."
"Totally," Claire agreed. "I'll catch you later, 'kay?"
"Alright, bye!"
Claire walked back to her dorm on cloud nine. Colter was awesome. He made her laugh, he was cute, had pretty eyes, and a sweet music collection. It was perfect- He was perfect. Colter was just the thing she needed to-
Claire smacked into someone's back full force, knocking her off her cloud. "I'm so sorry!" She said quickly, bending down to pick up her bag that she dropped. "I wasn't paying atten-"
"That's okay."_
Claire froze. She knew that voice. Very, very well. She looked up slowly.
"Oh. My. God."
[ ]
Massie sighed and stretched her arms up. She was perched at her desk, trying to get a head start on her essay that her professor wanted on Wednesday. Her room was illuminated by the glow from both her PowerBook, and the black candles of her roommate's that let off a smell that still caused Massie to wrinkle her nose.
Ding! An IM window popped up on her screen.
DHARRINGTON: hey there pretty lady
Massie rolled her eyes, but smiled all the same. Derrick could be such a weirdo sometimes.
MASSIEKUR: lol have you been watching shes the man?
DHARRINGTON: no…
MASSIEKUR: sure :)
DHARRINGTON: anyway, whats cracking?
MASSIEKUR: i was trying to get a head start on en essay
DHARRINGTON: sucks
MASSIEKUR: i know. but it has to be done
DHARRINGTON: hey, what's a router?
MASSIEKUR: i don't know… isn't what sends out the wireless internet signal or something?
MASSIEKUR: why?
DHARRINGTON: zack was confusing me again
MASSIEKUR: :(
DHARRINGTON: hows your roomie?
MASSIEKUR: probably trying to curse me
DHARRINGTON: she better not
MASSIEKUR: well thanks for the consideration
DHARRINGTON: i know. i kick ass
Just then her dorm room door burst open with a bang as it hit the wall, causing Massie to jump up startled.
"Massie!" Claire looked as if she just saw a ghost.
"Hey," Massie's roommate got up. "This isn't your dorm. Get out!"
"Can it, Buffy!" Massie snapped. Her roommate sunk back down to her bed, looking frightened at her outburst. "What happened, Claire?"
"It's Him! He's here!"
Massie was confused. "Who?"
"I ran into him after my date! He looked surprised to see me, but I ran away after I noticed it was him-"
"Who?!"
"I was afraid he would follow me back to Gilbert, so I had to run the other way and go around-" Claire was babbling like an idiot. Massie grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her gently.
"Who. Are. You. Talking. About?"
"Who cares?" the roommate spoke up.
Massie scowled at the Goth girl, daring her to open her mouth again. "If you don't care, you can leave."
The girl stood up. "It's my room."
Massie walked toward her, leaving Claire close to hyperventilation. "Are you really going to argue with me right now?" Massie looked so threatening that the girl became frightened, so she shook her head. "Good. Now go burn your hippe sticks somewhere else." Massie glared at the rebel, until she turned and stormed out of the room. Satisfied for a successful job at playing exterminator, Massie whirled around back to Claire. "Now who are you talking about?"
Claire looked back up at Massie.
"It's Cam, Massie. He's here!"
Oooh,
How intense.
Chapter title's from the song, A Comet Appears by The Shins.
If you watch One Tree Hill you might make a connection....
And instead of saying "this song is awesome" every chapter,
I'm going to let you know that every song I mention is a good one ;D
REVIEW.
por favor y gracias :)