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Topic Started: Nov 7 2015, 07:27 PM (771 Views)
Imehal
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The Captain America of alien fighting.
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[Bernadette Thomas continued from Spare Tires]
The bristles of the still-rejected paintbrush came into contact with Tyler’s nose, giving Bernadette a small moment of childish victory before letting him paint exactly the way he wanted to . It was still tempting to try one more time though, just because she liked the way he smiled as if he had secrets hidden just below the surface.

“Fine, but this isn’t the last you've seen of the persistent paintbrush,” she whispered with mischief in her eyes before turning back to her own half-finished creation, with just a little focus reserved for what was going on across the room.

It might have been silly to others, but she was proud of him. She was an only child, and sometimes she fancied that if she had had a brother she would have wanted him to be like Brendan. All it had taken was a simple glance at his notebook, followed by perseverance to not let him retreat once she saw something interesting beneath his quiet surface. It also meant that she recognised the look that had been on his face only moments before he had started talking to Dorothy.

The most recent sketches that she had done for him were carefully concealed in her art folder that she brought to school most days. For the longest moment Bernadette was quiet, contemplating the wisdom of her decision. Then, deciding that wisdom had no place in this, she placed a hand on Tyler’s arm to get his attention, keeping her voice low. “I’m about to do something that’s a really good, but bad, idea to help a friend. Play along?”
Edited by Imehal, Feb 3 2016, 03:40 PM.
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The Captain America of alien fighting.
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(I am so sorry everyone. :()
Nose crinkled, Bernadette knew that Tyler could not have known that that sweetly meant gesture was the final piece that clicked every other scrap of mad-genius ideas that had haphazardly formed since she had seen that look across the room. From his grin though? Maybe he got it without explanation, but that was a musing for another time. Less… public. For now she leaned closer with a hand on the bench and whispered in her boyfriend’s ear, a playful smile as she slid off her stool to crouch, popping open her art folder with more care than her casual movement belied.

Bernadette wondered if he would hate her after this. Better to find out now rather than later.
Edited by Imehal, Nov 30 2015, 04:36 PM.
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The Captain America of alien fighting.
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The universe was conspiring against her, or it seemed very, very like that. In the space of about thirty seconds Bernadette had lost both her target and accomplice. It was not so much that she minded in either case, but damnit she had had a plan for Brendan. Next time, waving as she felt Tyler’s parting gesture.

“Sure, give him a hug from me,” she replied, hopefully more calm than she felt inside. Atsa was a sweet kid, and his brother rightly doted on him. Sometimes she teased that it was a good thing she wasn’t a clingy or possessive girl, but this time she worried for a more tangible reason.

Expression suddenly downcast, Bernadette gathered up her things with an impatience that told of urgency. “Your stuff is really pretty Dorothy, we should hang out sometime and talk about designs,” she called across the room, smiling genuinely. Then she left, knowing that she’d be pushing down the urge to call Tyler until at least late that evening. No longer though, she promised herself.

[Bernadette Thomas continued elsewhere.]
Edited by Imehal, Feb 3 2016, 03:41 PM.
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