*/ so how's life been treating you? [jason]

[annabelle louisa beckman]

together till the world ends is such a cliche,
-- but it means something when with you. --

Anna-Lou sighed with relief as she heard the alarm on her watch go off. It was finally five o'clock in the evening now, and that meant her shift at the sandwich shack was finally over. Admittedly, Annabelle openly adored practicing her culinary skills, —to feel the dough clump in her hands, to hear the sizzling of oil and some form of meat, to smell the aroma of a freshly cooked meal— but, really. One can only cook so many sandwiches in a single day. Now, if Anna had established her own restaurant by now, she'd be living in paradise. She wouldn't necessarily have to cook only sandwiches.

But since she graduated high school and disregarded college completely, she's only managed to get a job as a chef at Gordy's Sandwich Shack —not that there's anything wrong with the shack. It just wasn't the kind of place Anna-Lou had wanted to spend the rest of her life working in. Snapping out of her life's thoughts, Anna finished up the last of the orders, taking off her apron and stuffing it into her rather gigantic handbag.

Under the apron, Annabelle was wearing a simple beige cotton t-shirt with three-quarter jeans and white sneakers. Her auburn-ish hair was tied up in a bun, as was the custom for female chefs; she didn't wear a net around it though. She didn't need to, it seemed. The shack has never had problems with hair in one's food before. But, then again, the chefs were just thinking up new recipes or assembling the contents of the sandwich together. It was pretty impossible to mess that up.

After saying her 'bye's, 'see you tomorrow's and 'later's, the brunette went into the employees only store room, grabbed her large black, fake leather handbag and walked out from the kitchen. After Anna punched out of the clock, she grabbed her coat and walked out of the shack, a smile on her face, eager to enjoy the next six wonderful hours by hanging out at the lake, or park or something, under the sun, before she went to bed and woke up for work the next morning.

And it was raining.

"Just my luck," Annabelle muttered, wrapping her non-waterproof coat around herself a little tighter around her small bodice: Anna had always been rather tiny. It was rather cold out today too. Why hadn't she thought about wearing a thicker coat? Tucking her hair behind her ears, Annabelle walked over to a bench outside an art utensils shop. The ledge overhead provided little of a shelter, but no way was she going to stand near the shack. For all she knew, her boss would call her back in. Anna-Lou's eyes glanced around for anyone she might know. If she was going to be stranded out here for the next hour or so, it would be nice to have someone to sit down and talk to.

( OOC;; unbelievably sucky. sorry, angie. ^^' )

[jason mark dwell]

Jason had never really believed in luck until probably now for as he was ready to leave the art shop with a new set of charcoal pencils, the rain began to pour. Luckily, he had brought along a tiny umbrella thinking that just maybe it might rain and he might get a chance to draw a picture in it. He actually wanted it to rain for he believed that pictures set to the backdrop of shiny damp streets were as beautiful as a picture set at sunrise, yet with more feeling. So upon looking outside the open glass windows of the shop, he nearly clicked his heels with giddy excitement that it actually had begun to rain.

Adding to his ‘luck’, Jason had taken the day off to scrape up the rest of his salary-which wasn’t left for paying bills and food- to grab some new art supplies and here he was, as happy as a clam. He rarely got to spend his money on art for he earned so little with his job as a janitor at the general store. Yet he had a large house and pretty nice looking clothes at that with his snazzy dark blue jeans, loose light blue button up shirt and a midnight blue tie to match. Yes it was a pretty messy look, yet it looked better than his working outfit which consisted of some dirty looking blue overalls and a deep green apron that seemed more like throw-up than an actual green. Adding to that, his current look was much more laid back than his usual wear back when he was a lawyer. So Jason didn’t care. He enjoyed wearing his crumpled up business shirt and slightly paint splattered jeans. It was ‘comfy and casual’ as he always said.

And so, Jason exited the building, opening his umbrella like a cactus flower rejoicing and ready for rare rains. Yet something stopped him dead in his tracks: a familiar face, those delicate lips and that dark brown hair. His heart skipped a beat and for a moment he lost his breathe for that beautiful sight in front of him was the notorious little Annabelle Beckman, the girl of his dreams since his freshman year of high school. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think that he would run into her again after graduation. Of course, you’d think that he’d likely run into her before seeing that they lived in the same neighborhood, yet Jason was never the social type. He never went to parties, he avoided people when it came to his job and he tried to stay out of everyone’s way if they looked busy with their own business. And here he was, standing only a few feet from the girl of his dreams, who looked as if she had just taken a dip in the nearby lake.

Jason thought for a moment before looking up at his petite umbrella. It hardly seemed to keep him away from the rain, yet within moments he approached the girl, holding out his umbrella over her head; leaving his body to receive a hard pounding of rain, yet a toothy smile crept onto his face as he tried to make out a few words to say. ”H-Hey you!” Great words from Jason Mark Dwell. Now he might’ve come on as rude seeing that he hadn’t even used her name in that sentence. Cheek’s flushing, he gave another childish grin that hadn’t seem to have worn off despite the pouring rain.

ooc.// nahh it's fine, emanate<3(:

[annabelle louisa beckman]

together till the world ends is such a cliche,
-- but it means something when with you. --

Annabelle heard the door of the art shop open, but she didn't bother to look at who might be exiting. She was too busy looking at a little squirrel in the middle of the street, scrambling away to the park where it's home probably was. "Well, at least you have somewhere to go to," Annabelle mused toward the squirrel, who was rather far away from where she was sitting. Anna wasn't an obsessive animal lover; she loved them, no doubt, but she didn't go around protesting against keeping them as pets. Some animals, like certain dogs, preferred to be kept as pets, as some studies had shown.

Or maybe Anna was just being biased, because she would never be willing to free Melman, her dog, into the wild. And besides, he seemed to like it in her apartment. Or else, he wouldn't be sleeping near the fireplace all day long, instead of sniffing around or trying to run out the door. Yes, Melman was a rather lazy shaggy little ball of fur, but Anna-Lou loved him anyway. Looking up from where the squirrel had been skittering, Anna felt the rain stop dripping on the top of her head. Had it stopped? No, the drops of rain that still fell on her lap assured her of that.

Looking up, Anna-Lou realized that someone was holding an umbrella over her head. She turned her head as the voice spoke. ”H-Hey you!” Jason Dwell had said, smiling. Anna-Lou laughed unbelievably. Of all people to meet, it would be someone she had been to high school with. She had thought she wouldn't see many of her schoolmates again. And didn't he go off to a law school or something? Whatever the case, Anna was definitely happy to see a familiar face in all the rain.

"Hey you." Annabelle replied with a half smile, half smirk. She stood up from the bench to walk closer to Jason, so that he wouldn't have to hold the umbrella out so far. "Jason Dwell," she smiled in disbelief. "I haven't seen you since graduation." Anna leaned over to give him a half-hug with one of her arms, the other one clutching her bag to her side. Anna was the hugging type, which annoyed some people. But it was her life, her body, herself. They couldn't control what she wanted to hug. Unless they filed a restraining order.

Anyway, Anna-Lou was rather touched that he'd hold his umbrella over her. She smiled again, a genuine, soft, sweet smile. She looked down at what he had bought, then back at the art shop. How could she have forgotten? There was once in high school that Jason and Anna had been chatting in the hallways again. He had spoken of art that once, just a little. "Still doing the art thing?" Anna-Lou asked, turning back to him with another smile. She was excited to see him and so eager to hear of how things have been going for him that she had forgotten they were out in the rain.

[jason mark dwell]

Jason nervously leaned back a bit as the woman approached him. He was never good in front of girls- always making himself look silly with first impressions and his always present awkwardness around them. He would have even stepped back if he hadn’t thought twice about doing so. Anna was his friend and they had encountered times before in their old high school hall ways, yet seeing her now in all her radiant self just made his knees want to shake and his heart leap out of it’s designated cavity. Oh how beautiful she was. Jason couldn’t help but stare.

Her hug immediately broke him out of his trance, turning his cheeks a deep red color as he continued to stammer, nodding happily. Jason was quite the hugger as well. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had a bag in her other hand and a bag in his own, he would’ve gone over and demanded a full hug. Half-hugs, in his opinion, were lame and never really expressed anything but gave off the sense of: ‘you’re too unimportant to hug, so here’s a consolation prize’- unless of course they were holding something that hindered a full-hug.

Jason’s heart began to melt once again as he caught sight of that familiar smile. How much he had missed that smile, no one would ever know. He rubbed the back of his neck before whipping away his soggy bangs from his flushing face, smiled rather childishly; not really realizing what she had said until the sound of a question reached his ears. He looked down at the little white bag in his hand, the new set of pencils now soaked. Great… He thought, letting out a slight sigh. Now he couldn’t draw until he’d wiped them down and what was he to use? His now soaking wet shirt.

Jason bit his lip, ready throw a mini fit he often had whenever he was let down(for he has a pretty short temper), yet the strong smell of sweet perfume immediately stopped him. Once again, he noticed Annabelle standing there and he still hadn’t answered her question. ”Uhh…uh, yeah!” The twenty-five year old blurted, blushing once again. ”k-kind of… not really…” He quickly hid the bag behind him, with a sort of flustered expression. Not many knew Jason was an artist. He was either the janitor of the general store or ‘that law school drop-out’, yet really, he had finished law school. He became a lawyer but quit. People just didn’t understand why.

”And you! What have you been doing?” He grinned trying to change the subject and truthfully, he would much rather hear what she’d been up to than talk about himself. The two of them had slowly gotten to know each other during passing periods and from time to time at lunch. It was nice having a conversation with her once again for her voice was music to his ears. Her conversations could never bore him and through each word, he just wanted to lean ever so closer as if the distance between them wasn’t small enough. Yet Jason could never do that. They were friends. Just friends…

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