And Here I am...Alone

[Daphne Hayes]

He flipped it open to the first page to a picture of a chef making bread, he had stopped there first after he got off the plane. Airport food made him sick, so he thought to start his vacation why not go eat in a French place? It was excellent to say the least.

"Hung over? From the bonfire?" he asked. He wouldn't be surprised if she said she went. Who hadn't gone? Oh yes, him.

"So, how was the bonfire?" he asked again as he sat down. He offered the seat next to him to her. He looked behind him to see if the librarian was still with the custodian. Yes she was, which still left him some time to continue to talk to Anne.[/size]

[Anne Lévesque]

Anne sat down in the seat next to him and bit her lip as she looked at the picture of a chef making bread. Although, she wasn't exactly thinking of the chef. She had hooked up with Oscar, yes, but she didn't really know him at all. It was slightly awkward being near him, and yes, she knew that no boy ever made her feel out of place, so she simply just relaxed. It was Oscar for crying out loud. She could control him with the tip of her finger if she wanted to, and that's what she intended.

"Yep." She answered, as she studied the picture of the chef and then looked back at Oscar. She could now see the french like features he had to his face, for the first time. "And your asking the wrong person, I don't remember any of it. Obviously, you didn't come.. why not? Too busy scrapbooking?" She said with a sly smirk.

[Daphne Hayes]

"I'm not the type to pass out on the beach, and wake up in God knows where. Not my style. And don't make fun of the scrapbookers. Some of my very best friend's grandparents do it." So he had cracked a joke. He started flipping aimlessly through the book, not even stopping anymore at the pictures. He reached up and scratched his cleft tattoo, out of nervousness. He hadn't had a full conversation with Anne...ever? He barely knew her.

"So," he continued, "how was your summer? Scrapbooking not under it I suppose?" Again, with another joke, but that one wasn't as funny as he thought when he had said it to himself in his head. "Partying?"[/size]

[Anne Lévesque]

It was obvious that Oscar would say something like that. She wouldn't really think of him as the partying type anyways, and wondered if that would rebound eventually. Like say, some of her best friends never did anything; no drinking, partying, nothing. When they were finally under the influence they became true stoners. As much as 'Half-Baked' or 'Dude, Where's My Car'. Yeah, sure, Anne baked when she was in the mood, but she was yet to be terribly addicted. She let out a light grin, as he joked about usually old people scrapbooking. Atleast he could make fun of himself, in which Anne could of sworn that he was known to be quite cocky & arrogant. Maybe it was a different side, she couldn't tell.

"If only. I spent half the time in Paris then the other half in Quebec. I didn't get to do anything that I wanted, because my parents are still surprised that I like boarding rather than going to my regular french-american school in Quebec." She said, rolling her eyes and checking her nails, scratching at the bed of a nail with her thumb. "Do you go to Europe a lot?" Why was she making conversation with Oscar? Edgar Allen Poe didn't look to inviting, nor did the librarian. Besides, they should be friends now, they had after all hooked up, and not that she couldn't remember it, but she just didn't remember the order of events of how it happened.

[Daphne Hayes]

Oscar looked up. "I go to Paris every summer since I was twelve. My father's parents are French. Go up their sometimes. The whole fam usually goes up there when there is special events. My grandmother, use to be a fashion designer for women's wear. Paris fashion week, film festivals, art festivals. Been there every year for each."

He hadn't realized how long he was actually talking. Did it sound, braggy? Oh well, not like she hadn't heard it before. "So, you're French too?" he asked as he closed the book and looked at her. They really hadn't talked before, or at least nothing about that. [/size]

[Anne Lévesque]

Impressed? Yes, Anne was pretty impressed. She was convinced that Oscar was french, as being he had those obvious features that she had seen on a lot of french men. Yet, she wouldn't have expected him to be invited to the rich socialite french festivals, fashion shows and festivals that she herself went there every other year with the family. Could she have run into him once out of all those years? There was a definite chance, and this topic was definitley their ice breaker. Better than, 'So, remember when we hooked up?'. Hah, funny, Anne was close to saying that, and luckily she hadn't.

"Yep, us go lucky Parisians. I'm surprised I haven't seen you around." Anne said, raising an eyebrow in a slight of suspicious notion. Maybe she had, but yet, how would she remember that? "Can't say I really enjoy a lot of that stuff our parents send us to..." Anne said, which she had obviously stated before. What time was it? It couldn't be more than half past midnight. Oh, Tuesday was going to be long, and Mr. Phillman would be wiping her drool. Like she'd ever be caught doing so, hah. She gave Oscar a glance over and suddenly remembered how she'd heard so many girls fighting over him and making their claims. Hard to say really anything about him; he was comedic, squirmish & french. He had some nice attributes that Anne now was beginning to peice together.

[Daphne Hayes]

"Yeah, Paris is only so big," he wided his eyes and smiled. Shit, did that sound to arrogant? He needed to work on that. Especially around Anne. So that were having a full conversation ingoring the fact that they hooked up. They were both doing it. Running around the topic.

He put his fingers to his chin, "But, what if we did run into each other, amidst our ultra-posh lives, would..." he stopped. Would would would...what? He turned to face, leaving the un-finished sentence. He looked at her...really looked at her.

"Ok, I'm just going to say this. I know people are still talking about what we did. Hell, I think they talked about it more than we we actually did. I don't want it to effect what friendship we could have in the future possibly..."[/size]

[Anne Lévesque]

Hah, he seemed to be stating the obvious. Paris was amazingly huge, yes and there was the huge portion that considered art & fashion either the same or different. And there were only so many conventions and shows. Then what? Yes, she was wondering the same thing. She furrowed his eyebrows at him, almost like peering inside his brain and trying to read what he was going to say. A pet peeve Anne held was that she couldn't be told something & not hear the whole thing. Yet, she sat in her seat. It was late, and how could she have the energy to push him around for the end of the sentence. She then listened as he just popped a random sentence out of no where, and to avoid making herself look more dumbfounded than what she really was, she said;

"Agreed. It shouldn't." Anne couldn't just stop there, so she then added, "Besides, I wouldn't give up a good friendship with a good kisser." She teased. Of course, she didn't even remember a lot of the kiss, much more of how it happened in the first place. But frankly, she'd heard from the other attendees at the party that it went on for a long period of time, so she must of liked it, even being wasted.

[Oscar Lyon]

Oscar nodded and blushed slightly, hoping Anne didn’t see it even though the lights were dimmed. He was a good kisser? He really was never told from the lack of girls he had been with. He had never been that...attractive in recent years.

He sat back in his chair and looked off to the door, "So, know that we are friends... what should we talk about? Or, better yet. Want to hang sometime...somewhere. The mall? The movies? The beach? Well, maybe not the beach... not to good in my speedo this season." he laughed making fun of him self. He really never though went to the beach much. He really did want to hang out with Anne. She was gorgeous and kind. He knew deep down she could be caring and nice, and quite frankly, he hoped in the months to come of them being friends he wanted them to possibly grow more than that. [/size]

[Anne Lévesque]

Anne smirked as she studied him, even in the dimly lit library. He was pretty interesting, she'd come to realize. Of course, he'd seem flattered by the compliment she had given him, she should of been. She rarely even gave a thumbs up to guys after a flingly kind of hook up, which was most of the time. Friends, now she & Oscar were friends. That was a good way to look at it, although she would of assumed she had a little more of an upper hand on him, like she tended to have on Jem. Hah, she had to give Oscar some kudos though, he had a dry kind of irony wit. Being her old Anne snooty self, she had to hide her little snickers and simply smirked, with her eyebrows raised in a half impressed notion.

"Thanks for the heads up. Well, we already have the library knocked off our list." Anne said in a cheerful sarcasm and then added, "But we can always check out the movies. I've been pretty busy lately, given example - Mr. Phillman's class.. but yep, haven't been there in awhile." She said, tapping her palms lightly on the face of the desk and biting her lips, wondering when she could possibly get this report done. It didn't sound too appealing, but she needed this seventy five. Then, the lightbulb turned on. "Say.. Oscar, do you happen to know anything about Edgar Allen Poe?"

[Oscar Lyon]

And so the library checked off the list. So many more locations to choose from in Valkyrie. He took a side glance to her. Was that trying to hold in laughs, "Is my wit getting to you?" he asked with a smiled and sat up in his chair.

Edgar Allen Poe. Of course Oscar knew of his works. Who hadn't? "Now, Miss Lévesque, are you taking advantage of my smarts?" he asked looking back at the librarian who looked like no means of getting Anne's materials. "Edgar Allen Poe. Known for his most famous pieces of works like: The Raven, The Tell-Tale Heart, and The Cask of Amontillado. Great reads. He also married his cousin Virginia Clemm. I know. His cousin. I think she was fourteen, he in his 30s I believe. very troubled man he was..."

He looked at Anne, "What you have to do on him anyway?"[/size]

[Anne Lévesque]

Oh, so now was he onto her? No way, she was much to protective for her personality traits to let him get on to her ways. Yes, Anne truly is a one of a kind. She knows who she is & sometimes just doesn't let people know exactly what she does or how she handles some kind of situation, much rather Oscar Lyon. She simply let her mouth curl up on one side. It was better than rolling her eyes, which she was oh so very close to acheiving. She listened as he babbled on about Edgar Allen Poe - great. He should just be doing that for her. After he had finished, she looked at the sheet and read in a mimmiking voice of a sqeaky, bastardly old man named Mr. Phillman.

"You must examine his major work of arts & relate each one to how dramatizing his life was at home. You must then conclude with several profound statements how artists & writers should be heard through their history before reading their work." Anne said, raising an eyebrow at Oscar. "Work that is so easy to look up & make up, yet a lot of different steps. Can you say boring?" Yes, she just had to add some attitude in that boring speech.