Hi~ Well right now it's supposed to be around 2 weeks before classes
actually start. I'm not exactly sure how college applications are, so I
just made it a questionnaire and an essay. Hope that doesn't bother anyone.
R&R!
*****Application*****
Louis shoved his alarm clock to the floor. 10:30am. He groaned and got up. He would have slept in more, but he had to fill out that application form for the college.
Normally, they wouldn't let a student apply so late, but Mr. Stevens had some 'connections'. He had just won a million dollar case for Mr. Komari, the dean of P.U.F.A. Louis slipped on a shirt and some khaki pants.
Louis smiled at Beans. He was asleep on the couch next to Danielle. Her head lay on his chest next to a spaghetti stain on his shirt.
Louis kicked his car to life. It barely made it home last night. It took him thirty minutes to get it started again after he dropped off Tawny. He was just thankful that it didn't break down when she was with him.
He pulled up to the college and got out. It really wasn't a bad college. Sure, it had a lot of freaky art people, but Tawny picked a good one.
Then Louis realized something. He had no idea where to pick up an application.
*******
Student Union Building, Auditorium, Art Gallery. He'd passed these signs before. He was going in circles! Louis walked into another building full of classrooms. He saw a guy walking down the empty halls. Louis walked over to him.
"Hey Buddy, can you tell me where I can get an application?"
The man had a clipboard in his hand and was drawing a sketch. He didn't look up, but pointed to two doors with 'Office' written on the window.
*******
"Reason for choosing Pasadena's University of Fine Art." Louis read. "My dad's paying for it, and Tawny's here" he thought. 'I really enjoy art and want to become an artist.' He wrote.
Last question. "Where do you see yourself in five years?" Louis read. "Married to Tawny and watching satellite TV in a comfortable chair." 'A professional artist with a large studio.' He wrote. Now for the essay. "Why should you be accepted to Pasadena's University of Fine Art?"
'....Finally, I want to got to P.U.F.A. not ownly to become a beter artist, but to become a beter persin.'
"Hey, whatcha doin." Said a voice.
"Beans! Get out of here I'm finishing my college application."
" Oh. you SUCK at spelling."
"Beans, just shut up. Not like you can do any better!"
"Oh really," Beans smiled. "Actually I won the California Young Writer's award last year."
"Well then, my little writer," Louis smiled slyly. "What do I need to fix? Go ahead, fix everything if you want. You might as well start all over and write me a new one."
Beans sat down eagerly at the computer, then stopped. "What's in it for me?" he said suspiciously.
"Ten bucks."
"Twenty." Beans smiled. This could work to his advantage.
"Two cents a word!" Louis shouted.
*******
Ren Stevens sat at her computer in her dorm, finishing her business essay. Stanford was everything she dreamed of, but it was more work than she ever imagined. Plus, not to mention her summer internship with Quarts Business management. The phone rang.
"Hello?" Ren said, holding the phone in one hand, and typing with the other.
"Hey Ren, it's Louis."
"Hi Louis, what is it? I have to have this essay finished so I get it in on time." Ren said hurriedly.
"Ren, school doesn't start for another week or two," Louis said suspiciously.
"I know, it's the first assignment that my professor is going to have. He emailed it to me last week. I have to have enough time to write it and edit it." Ren said casually.
"Hey Ren," Louis said, "Uh, do you think you could edit MY college entrance essay?" He felt that not letting her know about Beans would be for the best. He was very pleased with 'his' essay, and didn't want Ren to make him back out on his plan. So what if he lost fifty bucks.
"Louis, I'm really busy right now." Ren said, slightly irritated.
"Please Ren. Come on. Just this one little thing." He used his best puppy dog voice.
Ren sighed. She couldn't believe she was doing this. "Ok, I'll do it. Just email it to me, and I'll try to find some time to edit it."
"Thanks Ren, you're the best."
"Yeah, yeah. Hurry up before I change my mind."
*****Application*****
Louis shoved his alarm clock to the floor. 10:30am. He groaned and got up. He would have slept in more, but he had to fill out that application form for the college.
Normally, they wouldn't let a student apply so late, but Mr. Stevens had some 'connections'. He had just won a million dollar case for Mr. Komari, the dean of P.U.F.A. Louis slipped on a shirt and some khaki pants.
Louis smiled at Beans. He was asleep on the couch next to Danielle. Her head lay on his chest next to a spaghetti stain on his shirt.
Louis kicked his car to life. It barely made it home last night. It took him thirty minutes to get it started again after he dropped off Tawny. He was just thankful that it didn't break down when she was with him.
He pulled up to the college and got out. It really wasn't a bad college. Sure, it had a lot of freaky art people, but Tawny picked a good one.
Then Louis realized something. He had no idea where to pick up an application.
*******
Student Union Building, Auditorium, Art Gallery. He'd passed these signs before. He was going in circles! Louis walked into another building full of classrooms. He saw a guy walking down the empty halls. Louis walked over to him.
"Hey Buddy, can you tell me where I can get an application?"
The man had a clipboard in his hand and was drawing a sketch. He didn't look up, but pointed to two doors with 'Office' written on the window.
*******
"Reason for choosing Pasadena's University of Fine Art." Louis read. "My dad's paying for it, and Tawny's here" he thought. 'I really enjoy art and want to become an artist.' He wrote.
Last question. "Where do you see yourself in five years?" Louis read. "Married to Tawny and watching satellite TV in a comfortable chair." 'A professional artist with a large studio.' He wrote. Now for the essay. "Why should you be accepted to Pasadena's University of Fine Art?"
'....Finally, I want to got to P.U.F.A. not ownly to become a beter artist, but to become a beter persin.'
"Hey, whatcha doin." Said a voice.
"Beans! Get out of here I'm finishing my college application."
" Oh. you SUCK at spelling."
"Beans, just shut up. Not like you can do any better!"
"Oh really," Beans smiled. "Actually I won the California Young Writer's award last year."
"Well then, my little writer," Louis smiled slyly. "What do I need to fix? Go ahead, fix everything if you want. You might as well start all over and write me a new one."
Beans sat down eagerly at the computer, then stopped. "What's in it for me?" he said suspiciously.
"Ten bucks."
"Twenty." Beans smiled. This could work to his advantage.
"Two cents a word!" Louis shouted.
*******
Ren Stevens sat at her computer in her dorm, finishing her business essay. Stanford was everything she dreamed of, but it was more work than she ever imagined. Plus, not to mention her summer internship with Quarts Business management. The phone rang.
"Hello?" Ren said, holding the phone in one hand, and typing with the other.
"Hey Ren, it's Louis."
"Hi Louis, what is it? I have to have this essay finished so I get it in on time." Ren said hurriedly.
"Ren, school doesn't start for another week or two," Louis said suspiciously.
"I know, it's the first assignment that my professor is going to have. He emailed it to me last week. I have to have enough time to write it and edit it." Ren said casually.
"Hey Ren," Louis said, "Uh, do you think you could edit MY college entrance essay?" He felt that not letting her know about Beans would be for the best. He was very pleased with 'his' essay, and didn't want Ren to make him back out on his plan. So what if he lost fifty bucks.
"Louis, I'm really busy right now." Ren said, slightly irritated.
"Please Ren. Come on. Just this one little thing." He used his best puppy dog voice.
Ren sighed. She couldn't believe she was doing this. "Ok, I'll do it. Just email it to me, and I'll try to find some time to edit it."
"Thanks Ren, you're the best."
"Yeah, yeah. Hurry up before I change my mind."