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 Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 6:34 pm
Rashime nearly coked on his smoothie when he heard his name. Espically since that voice belonge to a female. He looked over at her and smiled. "Yes that is my name, and hello Brittany." He said with a slight bow. He liked her accent and she was cute.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 6:56 pm
Israel blushed even more so when Alex had accepted his invitation, and he watched him leave while in a daze. It wasn't until someone bumped into him and cursed him out harshly in German that he realized that he was going to be late for his next lecture and scooted off. He sat in the large room, taking notes while subconciously asking himself why he had asked the boy to lunch in the first place... or even more curious, why he seemed so flustered.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 7:55 pm
James bowed slightly and took a step back. "Pardon me, but I must take I leave." He smiled "See you later, Have fun" He turned and walked towards the stairs, and towards his room. He did not want to tell the girls that his mother had made him promise to call him at that time every day.
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After finishing his call, James left his room and went to his next Lecture. It was Art history, and he took notes diligently, sitting once again in the first row. He loved this class, it was his favorite and he was very good at it. Unlike Spanish, in which he feared he would fail miserably.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:03 pm
Israel sat nervously in the second row of his lecture, Art History. He hated drawing with a passion, it was one thing that he could just not do. But was required to take a few arts classes and so he thought it wise to take art history instead of art. He was taking notes, but was a fast writer and began tapping his pencil in irritation as the professor decided to draw (and take his time drawing) two pictures on the bored. Israel gave an unvoluntary sigh and instead began looking around the room. Thats when he saw him...
How could he have been so blind?! Such a beautiful creature he was, sitting right in front of him, Israel starred dreary eyed at the Canadian in front of him. Even though he could only see the back of his head, he found interest in his blonde, shiny hair and his fine skin tone.
Why I am so drawn to this boy?
He thought to himsel over and over again, but eventally his thoughts silenced and he forgot to take some of the notes from the professor.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:08 pm
Amalia smiled at Rashime, "Hey, I'm Amy," she said, letting James' nickname for her slip from her mouth.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:14 pm
James sketched the drawings that the teacher was making and nodded every so often when he remembered something from previous studies. Art was something he adored, it gave him freedom and a productive way to share his opinions with others. This class seemed to fly by and once again the teacher released them all and turned to leave.
James took his time finishing the sketch before closing his purple notebook and stuffing it in his orange canvas man-bag. He tucked his pencil away too, and slowly got out of his chair, pushing it in behind him. The boy had never been that tightly a person, but he figured that it would be a nice thing to do.
Once ready he started towards the door at the back of the room, he had about a half hour to get to his next class so he wanted to go and find some new friends.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:20 pm
Israel had already had his things packed when the professor dismissed the class, but he decided to hang back outside the room, waiting for the blonde angel Canadian to make his way through. When Israel finally saw him -god, he takes forever- he walked behind him quickly, and tapped him on his shoulder.
"Um... ex-excuse me..." His voice was rather soft and shy and he tried to hide his accent... but it didn't work.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:35 pm
James stopped, and turned when someone touched him, he held a helpful warm smile on his face and the hint of a smirk. "May I help you?" He asked his voice clear and very much Canadian sounding. What he saw in front of him was a boy about his age, with black hair and blue eyes. This boy had some kind of Accent, though he was never very good at deciphering where people were from just by that. The boy was also a little shorter than he, and he seemed a tad feminine, just judging by how he held himself.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:44 pm
Israel forgot what he was going to say when he saw fo the first time the beautiful face of the Candian boy.
"I-I... um... "
Jesus Christ boy! Speak!
"I um... could not help but notice that you are very good at... um... the art class..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:53 pm
James's smile widened, "Really? Thanks!" He was not sure how this boy knew that he was good at the class, but he loved complements so he took them as often as he could. "Oh, I'm sorry." He chuckled and scratched the back of his head with his left hand, his elbow way up in the air. "My name's James...I'm from Canada." He reached out to shake the boy's hand with his right, and leaned forwards a little.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:57 pm
TeHsChNoZbErRy Amalia smiled at Rashime, "Hey, I'm Amy," she said, letting James' nickname for her slip from her mouth. "Hello, Amy. It's very nice to meet you." Rashime smiled. "You can call me Ras for short if you would like." He said. These were the most words he had ever spoke to a girl in his whole life. He didnt know where he was getting the strenght to talk to them but he didnt want it to leave.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:59 pm
Israel almost gasped when James reached his hand out towards him and he almost missed it with his own because he was too busy staring at James' face.
"I... am Israel... f-from Spain." He said, mentally beathing himself up because he could feel his face flush madly. "I-I was wondering if-" He flinched when his hand touched James and spoke the rest of his sentence with one breath, forgetting how to inhale. "you wouldn't mind tutoring me."
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 9:10 pm
James’s grasped the boy's hand and shook it heartily, then released him. "Of course I would not mind tutoring you. If you need anything I'd be glad to help in any way possible, Israel." He loved feeling helpful, and helping others. James practically lived for helping others; he was addicted to that feeling. "But I have one request for you if I do... You speak Spanish right? Because I don't at all and I have Spanish class, I might need a little bit of help from someone who won’t be offended if I mangle their native tongue." He blushed and laughed a little.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 9:13 pm
A few rounds of Super Smash Bros. later, and Alex was ready to leave for his next class, Music Appreciation. He liked that class, because music seemed to be the one language that needed no translation. Not to mention that it was a pretty easy class. They listened to music, then wrote papers about what they heard. He was glad to have had a break period between his first and second lectures, though. Being alone with his thoughts helped him psyche himself up for his next class. Crowds really took a lot out of him.
Gathering his notebook and a pen, Alex headed to class.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 9:17 pm
Israel spoke without thinking.
"Um... sure, I would l-love too... I mean... I uh... yeah, sure..."
His hand was still held in mid air, not aware that James had already let go. Embarrassed, he dropped his hand to his side and put it in his pocket, followed by the other and he shrugged.
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