A/n: Just checked out biography.com,they had a musical pole and Poto is winning 51% over aida,rent,and les miserable(excuse my spelling) for a movie!WAHOO!
"Good evening,Monseiurs," I greeted the "gentlemen" in front of me in my pleasant,light voice,accompanying the overly polite words for such horrid looking men with a perfected curtsy in my brand new light pink dress. It really brought ou the blonde undertones in my beautiful brown curls. Their continued silence and staring was beginning to annoy me and,fearing my gray eyes would give that emotion away as they gave away all of my others,I smiled sweetly and said,trying to prompt them into a conversation of some sort,"I hope you are well this evening.." Etienne frowned,Richard tried to smile,but it looked as if he were a rabid dog..then perhaps,that might be just because of how he looked. Annette was no prize herself...if their son was as bad as both of them I wouldn't have to worry about staying in this....house,long.
My mother came over to introduce me,speak,and flirt with the men,the typical boring welcome. I let my eyes wander until I caught sight of a boy around my age with short,slightly wavy brown hair and the most stunning blue eyes I'd ever seen,walking into the room I happened to be occupying at the time. I couldn't help my mouth dropping open a few inches,that boy was adorable! Surely,he had to be Charles Lipote. I'd simply have this young man instead if it so happened he wasn't. I walked to the open doorway he stood next to and repeated the boring greeting I had just given the other men in singular form. He blinked at me and smiled in a friendly,but rather cold manner,"That doesn't give me much to call you,does it?"
My knees shook under my dress when he spoke. What a voice! "Jeanette Lescot..who are you?"I asked softly,letting my eyes drift a bit more,just in case this wasn't Charles and he happened to show up. He frowned at the impatience in my voice,then faked a grin and shrugged,acting as if he were bored already,"Charles Lipote. Mother said you and your mother weren't coming until Friday." I blinked at him,it was Friday.When I told him so,he gave me a sheepish smile and went to his room to check a calendar. I,of course,followed.
His room was very typical,bed,shelf,dresser,mirror,except for one thing. All over the walls were images of he and a girl with hair darker than mine and honey colored eyes. He was quite a good artist,considering,so why did his pictures make me want to vomit? There were small bits of poetry written on more papers that had been stuck to the walls. The name " Pearl Barye " was mentioned several times and managed to get me curious. "Who..is this 'Pearl Barye',Charles?" I asked sweetly,trying to hide the venom in my voice. I could almost feel him frown behind me.
"Why do you want to know,Mademoiselle Lescot?: He asked in a very guarded tone. I shrugged and walked to sit on his bed beside him,"I'm only curious Charles. Is she a sister?" He sighed and shook his head,suddenly looking very unhappy,"No..She's my best friend. I wish she was more though..she's the best girl ever,really! I kind of...care..about her..a lot.." This little boy already loved someone else?! Then why in hell was I wasting my time on someone so unworthy,trying to gain his attention?? "Oh," I said in a rather stiff,cold voice. "So..is she your girlfriend?" He stared at the ground in silence,sighed once mroe,then shook his head slowly. I smirked,now I realized why I was here.
Charles Lipote was mine.
"Good evening,Monseiurs," I greeted the "gentlemen" in front of me in my pleasant,light voice,accompanying the overly polite words for such horrid looking men with a perfected curtsy in my brand new light pink dress. It really brought ou the blonde undertones in my beautiful brown curls. Their continued silence and staring was beginning to annoy me and,fearing my gray eyes would give that emotion away as they gave away all of my others,I smiled sweetly and said,trying to prompt them into a conversation of some sort,"I hope you are well this evening.." Etienne frowned,Richard tried to smile,but it looked as if he were a rabid dog..then perhaps,that might be just because of how he looked. Annette was no prize herself...if their son was as bad as both of them I wouldn't have to worry about staying in this....house,long.
My mother came over to introduce me,speak,and flirt with the men,the typical boring welcome. I let my eyes wander until I caught sight of a boy around my age with short,slightly wavy brown hair and the most stunning blue eyes I'd ever seen,walking into the room I happened to be occupying at the time. I couldn't help my mouth dropping open a few inches,that boy was adorable! Surely,he had to be Charles Lipote. I'd simply have this young man instead if it so happened he wasn't. I walked to the open doorway he stood next to and repeated the boring greeting I had just given the other men in singular form. He blinked at me and smiled in a friendly,but rather cold manner,"That doesn't give me much to call you,does it?"
My knees shook under my dress when he spoke. What a voice! "Jeanette Lescot..who are you?"I asked softly,letting my eyes drift a bit more,just in case this wasn't Charles and he happened to show up. He frowned at the impatience in my voice,then faked a grin and shrugged,acting as if he were bored already,"Charles Lipote. Mother said you and your mother weren't coming until Friday." I blinked at him,it was Friday.When I told him so,he gave me a sheepish smile and went to his room to check a calendar. I,of course,followed.
His room was very typical,bed,shelf,dresser,mirror,except for one thing. All over the walls were images of he and a girl with hair darker than mine and honey colored eyes. He was quite a good artist,considering,so why did his pictures make me want to vomit? There were small bits of poetry written on more papers that had been stuck to the walls. The name " Pearl Barye " was mentioned several times and managed to get me curious. "Who..is this 'Pearl Barye',Charles?" I asked sweetly,trying to hide the venom in my voice. I could almost feel him frown behind me.
"Why do you want to know,Mademoiselle Lescot?: He asked in a very guarded tone. I shrugged and walked to sit on his bed beside him,"I'm only curious Charles. Is she a sister?" He sighed and shook his head,suddenly looking very unhappy,"No..She's my best friend. I wish she was more though..she's the best girl ever,really! I kind of...care..about her..a lot.." This little boy already loved someone else?! Then why in hell was I wasting my time on someone so unworthy,trying to gain his attention?? "Oh," I said in a rather stiff,cold voice. "So..is she your girlfriend?" He stared at the ground in silence,sighed once mroe,then shook his head slowly. I smirked,now I realized why I was here.
Charles Lipote was mine.