fandomhigh | Lunch - Thursday 8/9

A.J. liked food. Food was good. Which is why he now had some food, and was eating. Tasted faintly of paint, thanks to his hands still not exactly being clean from his last project. No wonder so many artists died early...

Annette got some seled, saw A.J., and made her way over to his table. "Hey, A.J.," she said, and sat down - why yes, inviting herself.

If A.J. minded the self-invite (which he didn't; didn't even think about it), it didn't show. He smiled broadly to see her. "Hey, Annette!" he said. "I was just thinking about you."

Well, he'd been thinking about a lot of things. One of them was monkeys. Another was an oil-watercolor media mix. But Annette was one of them, too.

"You were?" she asked and forked a seled leaf. "Does it involve paint, chocolate, or funky-freaky dancing?"

Pause.

"Or like none of the above?"

A.J. grinned. "The first one," he said, although, really, Annette should have known that. Even the monkeys involved paint... "I think I've figured out what I want to do with your room. We should maybe get started on that soon; I think you'll really like what I was thinking."

Annette winked at him. "I knew that. I was just throwing ideas, you know? And tell me, come on, I'm excited to know these things. What color? Texture? Flowers? Hearts? Flying monkey's? And I don't know why I said that except Andrew mentioned flying monkey's the other day. I kind of want to see one."

A.J. shook his head. "Not telling. It's a surprise. And if you hate it, I'll redo it, but I want it to be a surprise."

"So where am I supposed to go while the artist is at work, uh?"

"You can stay and help," A.J. said. "It'll still be a surprise. But...you don't have to, either. If you'd rather go, you can go. Whatever you want. It's your room."

"No! I want to help. Seriously. I can like do anything for you that you want me to. Should I go and buy some tape or plastic to cover my stuff and when A.J.? Cause I'm really excited now about getting this started."

"Good!" Annette's enthusiasm made A.J. grin a little, somewhat shyly. "And don't worry, I have plenty of stuff left over from doing my room. You doing anything later today? I've got Practical Apps fifth period, but, after that....no time like the present..."

His head tilted. "Of course, there is the fact that you mind want to secure somewhere else to sleep tonight, if that's the case, unless you like slow death by paint fumes."

"I'm not doing anything until super duper late tonight. Like wayyy late," she said taking a bite of seled and thinking about her evening plans. She might be just a tad nervous about those plans.

"So this afternoon is good. I'll be waiting for you cause I have no workshops today or anything and I'll be getting my floor cleaned up and stuff so there is room for you to work. Um, I'm sure I can find somewhere else to sleep." She hoped. With Dick having a roommate, that could sometimes be tricky.

"Great! We'll do that then." A.J. bounced a little. Yay project! He could only think of a few other things he'd rather be doing than painting a whole room again. So much fun!

"And, push comes to shove, you can crash at my place. I'm sure Troy won't mind and it's the least I could do for you letting me invade your room."

"Are you kidding me? I want you to invade my room. I want you to take over and work your magic!" She might be a little over-dramatic here. "Do your artisty thing and have fun and paint my room -- hey, what colors are you using?"

Enthusiasm like that did A.J. good. Real good. He beamed at Annette, laughing as he said, "You'll just have to wait and see."

"You're so sneaky," she grinned. "I like it!"

"Good," A.J. nodded. "And, in a few hours after I get started, you'll love it." He grinned at her, crookedly. Maybe she'd love him a little bit afterward, too.

Annette finished up her seled and drank some water, smiling like a dork. She was getting a new room! Omigod yay!

"A.J.! I'll get to buy all new stuff to match my new walls! Yes! A day of shopping! I might even drag you with me so you can help me color coordinate!" Annette eyes were bright with her thought process of buying and shopping and new new new!

A.J.'s eyes widened a little. Okay, maybe that was a bit too much love. He smiled, though, nervously, and chuckled oh-so-good-naturedly. "Okaaay. Shopping. Gre-eaaaat."

"It's the least I can do - take you shopping with me, thank you for all your hard work --" Annette was clueless "-- buy you lunch maybe and we can go for a pedicure. Have you ever had your feet massaged A.J? It's incredible. You'll love it. Oh, and we can have our pictures done in one of those silly booths! I haven't done that in forever." La la la.

A....pedicure. Oh, man. A.J. ran his hand through his hair, and then it looped around until the heel of his palm was pressed against his mouth to keep from laughing as he leaned forward on his elbow. His fingers tapped his cheek as he looked over at Annette, looking to see if there was some sign that she was completely joking in her face.

He saw nothing like that.

"...can't wait," he managed, slightly strangled.

She scrunched up her shoulders. "Next week. We'll plan a day away. Lunch, shopping, pedicures, and other sorts of neat fun things. You've got to let me do this for you, A.J." She nodded, glancing up at that hair of his. "Omigod, we could get highlights!"

Okay, there was only so far a boy was willing to go.

His mouth hung slightly open, staring at Annette like she was insane. "No one is touching the hair," he declared.

She waved a hand, grinning, "Fine. Fine. We'll not touch the hair." She clucked her tongue. "Stingy."

A.J. gave Annette a you've got to be kidding me look. "I like my hair just fine how it is; it's very..." He brushed a hand through it, until it flopped in front of his eyes and he smirked. Shaking his head slightly, he looked at her through the curtain, "sexy."

"Oh, I am not disagreeing with you at all. It is very sexy. Makes me want to touch it and curl my fingers in it and...stuff."

What? She was not a liar omg.

A.J. grinned. Damn right.

"Which is why we must leave it to its natural, sexy glory." He shook his head and ruffled it a little.

She shook her head and stood. "I've got to go and prepare for the artist that is coming to my room later. Did you know he is famous? Oh yes! A famous artist who is unlike any I have ever seen in my lifetime!" Dramatic hand to brow. "I think I'm in love."

Laughing, Annette practically skipped from the lunch room.

"Hate to keep you from your love!" A.J. called after her, laughing, and then biting his lip. Good thing she ran off, because it made it much easier to hide his blushing.

Edward grabbed some of everything for lunch, and went to go look for a seat. Preferably a seat very close to someone. In the area of eight inches or closer.

Lunch - Thursday 8/9

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