What was left of the afternoon was fading fast when the two newly found friends sat down at an old table in the back of the church sipping tea and having simple conversations about previously read novels and thing of that sort. Frankly Kurt was relieved that the acquired conversation in which both of them were simply trying to be polite were over, and after a few minutes of lame conversation starters Jessica noticed a small shelf that held many books that she too had seen. She smiled at the thought of when her mother used to read books of that sort to her: books about pirates and buried gold.
So she asked him about them, and luckily enough that was enough to break the ice that both of them was afraid the step on.
But now they sat in a different part of the church sipping tea that helped warm the already cold air, and hadn't stopped talking since their shaking hands nearly hours ago, and the fear that Jess felt toward the stranger seemed like a distance and shameful memory.
Jess couldn't stop herself from laughing as she repeated the question, "So YOU were really in the circus?"
"Why yes! What is so funny about that?" he asked with playful danger in his voice
"Oh nothing..." she said quickly trying to stop her laughter... But the simple thought of his blue man before her made her simply think he was not the type of guy that would want to be in a circus.
And despite her efforts she couldn't stop laughing. Kurt tilted his head toward her like she was crazy or something before breaking out in a laughter himself. Jessica (or Jess as she told him she liked to be called) was incredibly lighthearted, and easy to talk to. But as he looked up from his chipped teacup he noticed her smiling at him. At him? He almost turned refusing to believe the sight but it was clear that no one else was around. And less than a second later her laughter stopped but her smile remained holding late afternoon's light as though she owned it.
It was that moment when he promised himself to make her smile as much as possible.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The sunset proved more friendly and sincere than Jess had ever though as Kurt walked her home that evening. She told him she would be all right on her own, but he had insisted and the gesture had only driven Jess further into the theory that he was a true gentlemen.
But as the couple walked along and up onto the street that led to Jess's house they bided their good-byes for another day, Jess almost wished she could invite him in for Celia to meet him but She knew Celia might be a little shocked at his appearance... And the last thing she needed was Celia fainting accusing him of being the Devil as Kurt had mentioned with painful distance in his eyes that people who didn't know him in the circus had thought him to be.
And even now he had a ratty, old baseball cap firmly placed on his head to hide his blue and black colored hair, and a trench coat around his shoulders. His head faced the ground as he walked quickly and quietly trying his best to avoid attention. And Jess suspected that from far away no one would have noticed anything unusual about him at all.
She turned around slowly to see him walk away humming a song that she somewhat knew yet couldn't quite remember. And she too found herself smiling as she walked closer to her home. But upon doing so an unwelcome and unlikely surprise greeted her in her driveway.
The one and the only car of: Lucas Setae.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Her heart nearly fell into her stomach when she saw the jet black convertible that belonged to her classmate. Without a doubt the most annoying human being on the face of the earth, Lucas was extremely self-involved and talked of nothing other than his career and hopes to someday join her father's firm. She had to admit she had a slight crush on him when the were in elementary school but her small infatuation had faded away sooner rather than later when she learned of the jerk that he was simply born to be.
When she was eleven and he was thirteen there fathers had gone into business together intending to help the downtrodden and save the world from some kind of disaster they didn't know of. The law firm was small at first it only consisted of a few close friends and several family members Hell she could even remember her mother being the secretary for her father for the first few month because they couldn't afford otherwise.
Bur after a year or two that changed and the concept of helping the less fortunate had become a weakened dream and forgotten memory. Now being the most wide and respected law firm in Boston they had no limits as to who they would defend...her father had lost his morals.
And Lucas father had helped him...
She sighed deeply before raking her hand through her hair and continued to her front step. She could already see her mother delivering drinks with her freshly manicured nails and cursing under her breath that Celia had to leave early for the day. So with all her patience in her hand she found herself inside her home breathing in the deep the lilac scent the Celia knew she loved so much. And upon entering she quickly jolted to the coat room and silently placed her coat and hat in their place. But when she reached for her scarf... Damn she thought where had it gone? Did she leave it in the-
"Hello Jessica." Said a slick and somber voice behind her.
"Hello Luke." She said with fake enthusiasm cursing herself mentally for not escaping this dialogue.
She shut the door and walked right passed him to the kitchen where she sat on the counter top and prayed for an intervention. But Lucas had followed her and sat in a chair next to her silently slurping at his coke her began integrating her with his usual obnoxious tone.
"So...where were you?"
"Out." She said after briefly excusing herself. She too grabbed a soda out of the refrigerator and proceeded to go into her room before her parents gang of associates and partners caught up with her midway up the stairs.
"Jessica darling! Why don't you come down here and say hello to everyone?" Her mother said in a pleasant tone.
'Oh crap'
*~*~*~*~*
Her headache was officially unbearable as she listen to her father's babble about something she wasn't listening to. And Lucas kept sliding closer to Jess despite her fair warnings not to do so. But he must have been feeling brave or something because not only did he continue to sit closer he put his arm around her! And after the adults headed to the study he even winked at her. But OK that was it she had had enough
She removed herself furiously from the love seat that the two shared and exclaimed with a snarl.
"Back off Lucas." Yet he just laughed at her response and stretched himself out further on the small piece of furniture
"Oh my dear sweet Jessica! Your so cute when your angry, I just can hardly stand it." He sat up at this point and stood behind her so close that she swore she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.
"Why don't you and me go to the Autumn splash dance next week huh? I think we could have lots of...fun." He said with a slight laugh in his throat.
She was sincerely tempted to punch him right in the gut. She would have loved to see the breath knocked out of him by this point but the laugher of the adults in the next room suggested that wasn't such a wise idea. So instead she turned around to face him with a sweet sarcastic smile on her face.
"I have a better idea..." She said lifting her eyebrow and gently playing with the silk tie that rested on his chest.
"How about you..." She said with a slight pause just enjoying the excitement boiling in his face. So she took it a step further by whispering the last part in his ear.
"Get the hell out of my house." And with that she slipped out of his embrace and headed toward the stairs leaving a very angry and ego bruised teenager in the middle of the living room.
So she asked him about them, and luckily enough that was enough to break the ice that both of them was afraid the step on.
But now they sat in a different part of the church sipping tea that helped warm the already cold air, and hadn't stopped talking since their shaking hands nearly hours ago, and the fear that Jess felt toward the stranger seemed like a distance and shameful memory.
Jess couldn't stop herself from laughing as she repeated the question, "So YOU were really in the circus?"
"Why yes! What is so funny about that?" he asked with playful danger in his voice
"Oh nothing..." she said quickly trying to stop her laughter... But the simple thought of his blue man before her made her simply think he was not the type of guy that would want to be in a circus.
And despite her efforts she couldn't stop laughing. Kurt tilted his head toward her like she was crazy or something before breaking out in a laughter himself. Jessica (or Jess as she told him she liked to be called) was incredibly lighthearted, and easy to talk to. But as he looked up from his chipped teacup he noticed her smiling at him. At him? He almost turned refusing to believe the sight but it was clear that no one else was around. And less than a second later her laughter stopped but her smile remained holding late afternoon's light as though she owned it.
It was that moment when he promised himself to make her smile as much as possible.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The sunset proved more friendly and sincere than Jess had ever though as Kurt walked her home that evening. She told him she would be all right on her own, but he had insisted and the gesture had only driven Jess further into the theory that he was a true gentlemen.
But as the couple walked along and up onto the street that led to Jess's house they bided their good-byes for another day, Jess almost wished she could invite him in for Celia to meet him but She knew Celia might be a little shocked at his appearance... And the last thing she needed was Celia fainting accusing him of being the Devil as Kurt had mentioned with painful distance in his eyes that people who didn't know him in the circus had thought him to be.
And even now he had a ratty, old baseball cap firmly placed on his head to hide his blue and black colored hair, and a trench coat around his shoulders. His head faced the ground as he walked quickly and quietly trying his best to avoid attention. And Jess suspected that from far away no one would have noticed anything unusual about him at all.
She turned around slowly to see him walk away humming a song that she somewhat knew yet couldn't quite remember. And she too found herself smiling as she walked closer to her home. But upon doing so an unwelcome and unlikely surprise greeted her in her driveway.
The one and the only car of: Lucas Setae.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Her heart nearly fell into her stomach when she saw the jet black convertible that belonged to her classmate. Without a doubt the most annoying human being on the face of the earth, Lucas was extremely self-involved and talked of nothing other than his career and hopes to someday join her father's firm. She had to admit she had a slight crush on him when the were in elementary school but her small infatuation had faded away sooner rather than later when she learned of the jerk that he was simply born to be.
When she was eleven and he was thirteen there fathers had gone into business together intending to help the downtrodden and save the world from some kind of disaster they didn't know of. The law firm was small at first it only consisted of a few close friends and several family members Hell she could even remember her mother being the secretary for her father for the first few month because they couldn't afford otherwise.
Bur after a year or two that changed and the concept of helping the less fortunate had become a weakened dream and forgotten memory. Now being the most wide and respected law firm in Boston they had no limits as to who they would defend...her father had lost his morals.
And Lucas father had helped him...
She sighed deeply before raking her hand through her hair and continued to her front step. She could already see her mother delivering drinks with her freshly manicured nails and cursing under her breath that Celia had to leave early for the day. So with all her patience in her hand she found herself inside her home breathing in the deep the lilac scent the Celia knew she loved so much. And upon entering she quickly jolted to the coat room and silently placed her coat and hat in their place. But when she reached for her scarf... Damn she thought where had it gone? Did she leave it in the-
"Hello Jessica." Said a slick and somber voice behind her.
"Hello Luke." She said with fake enthusiasm cursing herself mentally for not escaping this dialogue.
She shut the door and walked right passed him to the kitchen where she sat on the counter top and prayed for an intervention. But Lucas had followed her and sat in a chair next to her silently slurping at his coke her began integrating her with his usual obnoxious tone.
"So...where were you?"
"Out." She said after briefly excusing herself. She too grabbed a soda out of the refrigerator and proceeded to go into her room before her parents gang of associates and partners caught up with her midway up the stairs.
"Jessica darling! Why don't you come down here and say hello to everyone?" Her mother said in a pleasant tone.
'Oh crap'
*~*~*~*~*
Her headache was officially unbearable as she listen to her father's babble about something she wasn't listening to. And Lucas kept sliding closer to Jess despite her fair warnings not to do so. But he must have been feeling brave or something because not only did he continue to sit closer he put his arm around her! And after the adults headed to the study he even winked at her. But OK that was it she had had enough
She removed herself furiously from the love seat that the two shared and exclaimed with a snarl.
"Back off Lucas." Yet he just laughed at her response and stretched himself out further on the small piece of furniture
"Oh my dear sweet Jessica! Your so cute when your angry, I just can hardly stand it." He sat up at this point and stood behind her so close that she swore she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.
"Why don't you and me go to the Autumn splash dance next week huh? I think we could have lots of...fun." He said with a slight laugh in his throat.
She was sincerely tempted to punch him right in the gut. She would have loved to see the breath knocked out of him by this point but the laugher of the adults in the next room suggested that wasn't such a wise idea. So instead she turned around to face him with a sweet sarcastic smile on her face.
"I have a better idea..." She said lifting her eyebrow and gently playing with the silk tie that rested on his chest.
"How about you..." She said with a slight pause just enjoying the excitement boiling in his face. So she took it a step further by whispering the last part in his ear.
"Get the hell out of my house." And with that she slipped out of his embrace and headed toward the stairs leaving a very angry and ego bruised teenager in the middle of the living room.