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Post by caitlin "cait" èibhlin fawne on Jan 19, 2013 15:59:12 GMT -4
Cait remembered that time last month when her and Beau had joked about swimming in West Harbour Pond, even though it was the height of winter and that would be crazy. She liked that he didn't bat away her weird ideas, and that he knew she was joking - so many people couldn't figure her out, but he'd always been able to, right from the start. Caitlin was on this "Beau's amazing" train of thought because she'd told him she wanted to go ice skating at the rink a couple of days ago, and tonight it was actually happening. He'd bought tickets, and surprised her with them earlier today, while the duo were eating at their table during lunchtime, and Cait was so excited.
She had been ice skating about half a dozen times before and, due to her profession in gymnastics, Caitlin was pretty good. But she had always been scared of getting injured, and therefore sacrificing a competition or two in recovery time. It had never happened, but the threat was there, and that was enough. But today was different, because Cait kind of wanted to show off in front of Beau. She felt the need to impress him sometimes, and today was one of those days. He always made an effort to come along and cheer her on at competitions, even if school was on and they were far away, and she liked how that felt. She tried to elicit his pride in her from him as much as she could, because she never got much from her coach or dad. And if Cait made Beau happy, then it got to her too.
Jumping up from the edge of her bed after tying her shoelaces, Cait grabbed her furry trapper hat off her desk and pulled it down on her head and over her ears with the cords. She locked the dorm doors behind her and tugged her mittens on as she braved Maine's chill winter air. The girl ran over to the Quimby dorms as quickly as she could, trying to avoid spending too long outside in the cold. Once she got there, Caitlin buzzed the button for Beau's dorm and waited impatiently until the intercom flickered to life and she heard his voice. "Let me in, I'm chilling me bloody-" the girl ranted in her most over-the-top angry Glaswegian accent until she heard the door buzz open in the form of Beau's reply. Being Scottish had its perks - the accent being the main one. Cait promptly skipped down the halls to her best friend's room and rapped on the door. After about thirty seconds, her impatience kicked in again and she decided that sitting cross legged outside his door was a good idea. Beau probably had his earphones up too loud and wouldn't realise for a few minutes that that sound was her knocking and not the music, knowing him. |
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Post by beau christopher finch on Jan 26, 2013 0:22:40 GMT -4
If Beau could be described in one word, it would be people pleaser. There was nothing more he wanted to do with his life other than make the people he loved and others around him happy. Caitlin was on the top of his list, because her smile was one of the most lovely visions to see with his dark brown eyes. She was a particularly easy person to make happy, which made the boy's job a lot easier. Beau knew that she struggled with trying to impress her coaches and her dad, so it was his task to make her feel like she was good enough. He tried not to make his efforts so noticeable by teasing her as much as possible, but he was sure that she knew how much he craved her happiness. The duo loved doing things together, no matter what it was, but this time it was special. Cait had been wanting to go ice skating, and Beau knew that surprising her with tickets would be a perfect opportunity to make her happy.
Beau had only been ice skating a few times before, and it was not the prettiest sight. Ice was more often beneath his butt rather than under his skates, but he was doing it for her. The young man had never had a special place in his heart for any athletic participation other than playing soccer for fun every once and a while. Despite this, loved watching Caitlin perform in gymnastics, but all the other contenders meant nothing to him. Beau supported his best friend more than he supported any other person he associated with. Missing school without an excuse was an often occurrence, but as long as he did not miss her, it did not matter.
The stress of midterm exams floated in a thick consistency over the school for the past week, but finally they had ended. Beau had done terribly on every last one of them, excluding his music production class, obviously the only reason he had gotten into the school in the first place. Of course, his best friend, being the polar opposite of him, had probably blown through the tests like they were nothing. Unlike Cait, Beau had strained over the thought of failing all of his classes and having to retake them. Embarrassment clouded the chance of him asking Caitlin to tutor him, so he would take the D average and move on. Although he was completely himself and comfortable around the freckled girl, he did not want to look like a waste of space. She was so smart and good at everything she applied herself to, while Beau struggled through the majority of the things he did other than making music and putting a smile on his friends' faces.
With a relaxed sigh, Beau smiled and closed his eyes, leaning back in his desk chair. His headphones blasted his latest creation in music, making sure everything was just right. The only thing he could do with flying colors, Beau refused to make a mistake in his music. Just as his song ended, the speaker in his room buzzed and he popped out of the chair to let the girl into the building. He knew their pattern, so Beau skipped back to his chair and sat in it patiently, letting the sound of the girl pounding on the door ring in his ears. A grin flicked onto his face as Caitlin stopped knocking, and he slipped over to the tall door. I don't recall ordering room service.. or booty call. The boy held back his laugh as he opened up to her and chuckled to see her sitting on the floor. Now that can't be comfortable. Beau lent his large hand out to her cold skin and smiled. |
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Post by caitlin "cait" èibhlin fawne on Feb 3, 2013 16:44:32 GMT -4
"I don't recall ordering room service... or booty call." Cait pulled an unimpressed face, but quickly replaced it with a tilt of her head and a smile as she saw her best friend try not to laugh at her sitting stance. They had been by each other's side for 4 years, but there were still rare occasions where one took the other by surprise. That was probably what Caitlin enjoyed so much about her friendship with her Bobo - no mater how much time they spent together, she never seemed to get bored. That and that there were no complications. She liked that too.
Beau muttered something about the floor being uncomfortable and offered out a hand to pull Cait up. If it were anyone else reaching out to help the girl up, she would have made a conscious effort to get up without the other person's help, but it wasn't like that with him. She willingly took his hand and jumped up with ease. It was obvious she didn't really need any help, with both her athleticism and her ego, but most times Beau was just too sweet to resist. He was the type of person who you couldn't say no to, and he melted away Caitlin's stubbornness near enough every time - sometimes even at times when she wasn't aware it was happening.
Their personalities had always complimented near perfectly. Opposites seemed not only to attract with Caitlin and Beau, but to be the catalyst for similarities to be found, mutual likes to be discovered together. They had once spent a lunchtime on a long summer's day in their old high school trying to dissect how many differences they had between them, lying in the grass in that section of the school grounds which no one except them ever ventured to. Cait remembered staring up at the pale blue sky resting her head on Beau's tummy, laughing every time it gurgled.
The two had intermittently rallied facts about their lives to one another until Caitlin inevitably fell asleep. She'd had three tests that day, and so had stayed up into the early hours studying for each of them. Next thing she knew, the top of Beau's head was peering into her line of sight as he woke her for her next class. That was especially nice, because she knew that if Beau was comfortable doing nothing, then he'd willingly opt out of class. But he knew how much school meant to her (or rather, her dad), and he'd put that ahead of the temptation to just lie there basking in the warmth. Cait often wondered whether another pair of best friends had discovered their spot on those school grounds. She hoped no one had.
Following Beau into his dorm, Cait pushed the door shut behind them with one of her feet, then skipped over to the bed and plopped down on it. She lay back as he bumbled around gathering whatever he was taking with him. Staring up at the bland ceiling, she absent-mindedly squealed - "Bobo, I'm excited!" - swinging and wiggling her legs to emphasise her point. Back in the formative stage of their friendship, Caitlin used to tease her friend by giving him that nickname. Nowadays she used it fondly, and especially when she subconsciously thought to herself how he deserved some form of cute nickname. |
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