“Well that’s something you don’t see every day,” Kayla noted
as they stared at a booth in the Houston rodeo.
“I don’t think that’s sanitary,” Austin mumbled.
But Will was hardly paying attention. He was looking instead
at the raven haired guy running the booth with a smile on his face and a jar in
front of him. He was… well gorgeous. His features were sharp, angled, exotic
even. His skin was a beautiful olive tone, his eyes dark, ringed with dark
lashes, his lips plump, his cheekbones high.
Will was completely swept away.
Suddenly two elbows jabbed into his sides and he yelped,
swatting his siblings. “Do you want to stand in line?” Austin asked with a
A scarlet blush filled Will’s cheeks and he scowled. “No! Of
course not! That’s completely unhealthy and… ridiculous.”
“You sure? Because I have five bucks in my jeans. You can
either get five pecks or one good make out,” Kayla said.
Blushing furiously, Will walked away, hands deep in his
pockets as he mumbled and tried to slow his heart down. His siblings fell into
step beside him, laughing at his expense. Will couldn’t help but glance back at
the kissing booth which was brightly decorated and had a very decent line.
A darker girl with tight curls surrounding her heart-shaped
face and golden eyes sat cross-legged on a chair beside the booth, calling out
for people to stand in line. There was a smaller sign under the one that read
Kissing Booth which said, “All genders welcome!”
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t considering it.
um let’s see:
-‘accidentally’ is always near you / at the same places you go to
-staring, glancing in your direction
-asks a lot of questions
-maybe hot and cold towards you
-might be mean, sarcastic, or blunt
-asks your friends about you
-follows and likes your stuff on social media
-might appear nervous around you
that’s all I can think of right now
Check their mars sign. Mars shows how a person pursues their crush. That might be easier to figure out if they like you than using their sun sign
The name echoed in whispers in his mind, vibrating in his head. Such a simple name, really. Short, one syllable, clipped. Really, truly just a name. No, it was the woman it belonged to that made it special. That made Jamie want to elongate the name, taste every letter.
It was his own personal poem, musical and song-like. A lullaby that dreamily drifted through his ears, lulling him into calmness.
And why should he feel so strongly about this woman? A woman he just met. A practical stranger.
He knew why, of course. No, it wasn’t just her beauty, though that didn’t hurt his impression of her. She was smart. Professor smart. Biology professor smart. And effortlessly funny. And kind. But, most of all, she was transparent. He felt as if he knew her in one conversation; her eyes stained glass windows into her mechanical mind, her face twisted with every emotion she felt.
He was infatuated with her: her voice, her eyes, her smile, her mind…
He tested her name out again, speaking to the darkness of early morning:
“Jamie? Jamie!” He shook himself from his thoughts, the large dining room coming into focus. His sister was speaking to him.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“What’s going on with ye, Jamie? Yer mind is somewhere else.” Jenny’s eyebrows were drawn in concern. Yes, his mind was elsewhere, but he wasn’t prepared to tell his family exactly where.
“Oh, aye. I’m just…tired. I was up late last night.” Jamie glanced around the table at his family.Sunday dinner at Jenny’s, a tradition that they had started when their father died. The family had grown since then, though. Jenny married Ian, Willie married Nora. Both couples had spawned 2 children each, and Jenny was round with another.
“Ye need to get more sleep, Sawny. Yer not sleeping enough,” Willie interjected.
“Sawny…Sawnyyyyyy…” Willie’s youngest, Elinor, sang sleepily, and dropped her head on her father’s shoulder.
“Aye, I ken. Just, ye never know when ye’ll be inspired.”
“I dinna understand it a bit,” Willie admitted, taking a large bite of pasta. “But I’ll always support ye. However. Ye need to be healthy.”
“I’ll work on it.” Willie placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder, squeezing slightly, before turning his full attention to the meal in front of him. A bottomless pit, that man was.
“Anyway, Jamie,” Jenny interjected. “I was asking what yer working on now?” With a little bit of natural artistic talent, but never taking it further than that, Jenny was always interested in Jamie’s ‘next big project.’
“Ach, just small canvases. Nothing special, really.” Very special, actually, but Jamie didn’t want to tell them about Claire.
“Nothing special? Ye just said yer getting inspired in the middle of the night!” Jenny laughed, blue eyes crinkling.
“Weel, I’ve just been painting…pretty things. Flowers and such. Nothing too…inspired. Just, when it’s in my heid, I have to do it, ken?”
“Nay, but I’ll pretend I do.” Jenny wasn’t convinced, and Jamie knew it. The way her eyes narrowed, and lips pursed; that was her concentration face. He would be asked about it when they were alone. He should definitely leave before there was a chance of that. “How’s the meal, loves?”
“Fantastic as always, sis,” Willie mumbled through a mouthful.
“Chew wif yer mouf closed, Da,” Elinor woke up long enough to say.
“Aye, Peach. Thank ye.”
It was unusual for Jamie to go to the park after Sunday dinner, but there he was. It wasn’t a conscious decision; his body was heading in that direction before his mind could catch up.
He saw Claire from a distance, her dark mane hard to ignore. Instead of sitting on her usually bench, she was pacing the path, stretching her arms above her head.
Suddenly, she doubled over, grabbing her foot.
“Fuck!” Claire whined, examining her toe. Just a scrape, nothing life-threatening. But, a stubbed toe never felt too good.
“Watch her mouth. There are children present.” She jumped, unaware she had company. She turned to face her companion, a man with the sunset in his hair and a smirk on his lips.
“Jamie! You frightened me!” He blushed.
“I’m sorry, I dinna mean to.” He looked positively abashed with his pink cheeks and downcast eyes.
“No! It’s fine. I wasn’t expecting you. How are you?”
“Good, good. Just had dinner. Are ye alright?” He motioned to her foot, which she was still holding onto.
“Oh, yes. A stubbed toe.” She winked. “I think I’ll survive.”
“Good to hear, Sassenach.” Sassenach? What does that mean. She was about to ask, but he cut off her thoughts. “So…um…can I ask ye something?”
“You just did.” A dumb joke, she knew, but she wanted to see him smile again.
“Aye. Another thing, then.”
“Do ye… Could I, maybe, get yer phone number?” Whatever she was expecting…that was not it. She was undoubtedly pleased.
“Oh. Um. Yes, let me see your phone.”
“Let me see yers as well.” They swapped phones, typing numbers furiously.
“You can text me anytime, Jamie.”
“Aye, I will. I mean, yes. Sure.” Flustered. He was flustered, and it warmed Claire to know she had such an effect.
“I better be off. Got to be up early tomorrow. But… I’ll speak with you soon?”
Jamie woke with a start, the shrill ringing of his cell phone hitting his sensitive ears. What time was it?
2:54 a.m. the clock told him.
He glanced over at his phone on the nightstand. And thrill ran through him. Underneath the bold name “Claire Beauchamp,” was a picture of her, taken not 12 hours ago. He didn’t realize she had put a photo in her contact information. He didn’t realize she took a picture at all.
But, even more surprising, why was she calling him? He wasn’t angry or annoyed, quite the opposite really. It was just…a shock.
Steeling himself, he pressed the little green button in the corner.
Um … let me see if I have a snippet. Oh! I found one. I don’t think I’ve shared this one before:
“Really?” Bucky jerked his chin at the display in the shop front window. Vivid royal purple curtains, rustic wood shelves stacked with mystical doodads and bundles of display herbs, and a large French nouveau-inspired, hand-painted sign advertising psychic guidance.
Darcy smirked at him. “Really.”
“I didn’t take you for somebody who believed in this bunk.”
“I don’t, because it is all bunk,” she agreed, stepping around him to get to the door. “Except Madame Odette.” Bucky frowned at the sign and gave her a wary look. Darcy shrugged. “She won’t pry. It would be rude.”
Darcy pulled open the door and stepped into the fragrant herbalist’s shop, Bucky at her heels.
Madame Odette was at the counter and looked up at the chime of the bright copper bell over the door. She propped an elbow on the worn wood and raised an eyebrow. “Well, look who finally decided to turn up. Where you been?”
“You tell me.” Darcy said with a grin.
“Still got that smart mouth, huh?” Madame Odette straightened up and walked to the end of the counter and waved Darcy over. “Come on over here and let me get a look at you.” Darcy complied and the woman took her hands, giving her a long look up and down. “Ah, my babies are all growing up.” She pulled Darcy into a tight hug.
“You look as stunning as ever,” Darcy told her, planting a little kiss on the woman’s cheek.
Odette’s short cap of black curls, just visible under a scarlet bandana, were shot through with thin strands of silver, and her dark eyes were bracketed by a few more lines, but, the wispy, tiny psychic looked much the same as last time Darcy saw her. Her long, flowing skirt was a pattern of wild slashes of colors, and her simple cream blouse was accented by a collection of rope necklaces strung with dark chunks of vibrant stones. Simple and vivid, that was Madame Odette.
“Oh, never mind me,” the woman sniffled and stepped back, her hands on Darcy’s shoulders. “Aren’t you gorgeous? Oh, darling, you grew up beautiful. Didn’t she?” And Odette turned her head to Bucky, who was lingering by the door, and gave him a knowing look.
“Yes, ma'am,” he answered promptly.
“And in a minute she’ll remember her manners and introduce us.”
Darcy laughed. “Who has the smart mouth again?”
“You do, darling.” She raised her eyebrows and tipped her head at Bucky.
Rolling her eyes with good humor, Darcy held her hands out between the pair. “Odette, this is James Barnes. Bucky, this is Madame Odette.”
“Pleasure to meet you, ma'am,” Bucky said, tipping his head.
Odette stared at him for a moment, a smile growing on her face, and she skirted Darcy to stand in front of Bucky.
“Welcome home, Sergeant.” She reached out and touched the backs of Bucky’s hands, asking silent permission to grasp them in her cool, gentle hands. He complied with a turn of his wrists and a puzzled frown, but she just gave his fingers a light squeeze.
“Oh, baby, you had such a long road home, didn’t you? But you are home.”
“Thank you,” he murmured, uncomfortable, and shot a look at Darcy, who was leaning against the counter watching them. It didn’t surprise her that Madame Odette knew who Bucky was; she had a head for all sorts of random bits and bobs, and she wouldn’t have needed her “sight”. And Odette really wouldn’t pry, she’d have seen that in his eyes, and knowing who he was it didn’t take much to guess it had been a long road home.
“And there I go, making you uncomfortable.” She gave his hands another squeeze and dropped them. “I had an uncle who served in Europe during the war. My grandmama’s little brother.”
“I don’t really remember a lot of—”
“No, no. He told stories about you Howling Commando fellows from time to time.” She laughed, rich and low. “Come on then, you go flip that sign to closed, and then you and Darcy come sit and talk with me for a time.”
“Yes, ma'am,” he said, sounding bemused, but he turned and walked to the front of the shop as requested, while Odette returned to Darcy and took her arm in a light grasp.
“That explains how time was odd around you,” the woman murmured.
“That’s not even the half of it,” Darcy said with a laugh. “But, I figure I owe you the story.”
Odette tsked and shook Darcy’s arm, leading her into the back of the shop. “You don’t owe me a thing. What was freely given asks no price.”
“Still, you gave me something, I want to give you something back.”
“So long as you know there was no obligation to my gift.”
Darcy snorted. “I feel like we could go in circles on this for like an hour.”
finally home from work. *stuffed some cookie cake in my face* what'd i miss?
Um let’s see. I’m through with Brigadoon. @dear–evan-hansen is watching breakfast at tiffany’s. idk if @carmthemusicalnerd is watching it with her or not. @eponineask is watching les mis. @phoebekliman is watching…ghostbusters? or was that someone else. Someone was drinking tea but I’m sorry, I forgot who. And I think @flyawayrachel was having a bit of a hair dilemma. And get yourself more cookie cake if you want.
I am so excited for Tom, that his disappearance means that it is working I think he might be in IW or in a new project like you said, there's also the Comic in July and promo Thor 3 in November, what else makes me more anxious are new projects which he has not revealed, and the mystery of having nothing lined up yet for 2018 will have to do with bond ... um, let's just wait and see
I just can’t wait for Comic Con, can’t forget Summer 2013.
And then dancing in Korea …
Yeah and I am anxious too, for all the new projects…. It will be great.
Part two! Celebrity crush that would surprise us? Favorite celebrity? Have you ever met a celebrity?
Susie: A celebrity crush that SURPRISE you? Um… lets see. I am extremely attracted to Jerry Purpdrank or whatever he goes by now. I find him incredibly handsome but he 100% isn’t interested in Black Women *sighs*
Favorite celebrity? Aside from Beyoncé… KJ Apa (watch riverdale 9/8c every Thursday on The CW).
I’m pretty sure I have met a celebrity I just don’t remember lol