`wrap me around, 'round 'round 'round { Kit! }

[Bartholomew B. Sauer]

Bartholomew was working blissfully away upon a rhododendron plant. It’s broad, red and purple leaves were soft to the touch, but the soil beneath the plant was dry, and so Bartholomew was watering it and pruning a few shriveled leaves that had attempted to bud but hadn’t. He looked up as he heard a giggle come from behind a shrub just across from his workplace. He heard a shushing sound and then another high-pitched giggle and saw the bush wave back and forth in a most unnatural fashion considering there was no wind on the terrace. Bartholomew rolled his eyes as he picked up his watering can. There were probably two or three couples on the rooftop terrace on the Celadon Wing, escaping to find some privacy. Hadn’t they considered that he needed some peace and quiet?

Deciding to ignore the suggestive sounds the other couples were making, he picked up his pruning shears and snipped at one wayward branch. He heard footsteps on the stairway and, this time without looking up, determined that yet another couple had entered the terrace. Could these people not find another place to make out, or whatever it was couples did? Bartholomew snipped at another little twig, contemplating. He thought relationships were a little overrated, especially in high school. They never lasted, and they only distracted students from what they needed to do, which was do well in school, of course. Granted, Bartholomew had noticed a few nice, cute girls in his grade and around school, but he hadn’t tried pursuing them, and therefore they hadn’t been interested. That was fine with him – he had schoolwork to finish.

He moved cautiously around the rose bush, moving his hands over the branches to find any that had died, didn’t fit, or just needed a little guidance in the right direction. However, even with his caution he still managed to strike a thorn with his fingers that held the pruning shears. He recoiled his hand and dropped the shears with a sudden, “Ouch!”
Mumbling under his breath in irritation, Bartholomew bent down toward his shears. His hands closed around the smooth metal and he caught a flash of movement in the edge of his vision. He saw a pair of feet wearing high heels in front of him and his breath suddenly caught. Unable to think clearly, he slowly drew his gaze upward, following the curve of the legs in front of him as he straightened. He looked up and swallowed. Who…? What…?

What was going on here?



Summary:

[/I] Bartholomew is on the roof of the Celadon wing, where there’s a terrace and greenhouses. Coincidentally, it also happens to be a popular make-out spot for young couples, which bothers Bart tremendously. He moves out of the way and starts pruning a rose bush and musing about how high school relationships are useless. He pricks his finger on the rose bush and drops the shears. He bends down to pick them up and then notices a pretty pair of legs standing to his left – his brain becomes clouded as he tries to figure out who this pretty lady is.
Comments:[/I] Hope it’s ok that I positioned Kit – let me know if I need to change something and it can easily be done. I felt the song below was appropriate, but perhaps not. Can’t wait to see what Kit does~ xD
Listening to:[/I] Sexy Silk by Jessie J [from the movie Easy A – why this kept coming up while I was writing this post is a mystery to me. XP]
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[Kit Felix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 150px 150px 0px 0px; background-color: #bcb8b8; width: 400px; color: #2f2e2e; text-align: left; padding: 10px 10px 2px;border: 1px dashed #717171;] i think we're witnessing THE HUMBLE BEGINNINGS OF LOVE HERE, don't you agree? Ugh. The day was terribly warm out and Kit was not in a good mood to begin with. It was summer, she was stuck at school, and everyone else seemed to have something to do - except her. There was something terribly wrong with that picture. A bored Kit often led to mischievous things. Surely there was something for her to do. There were plenty of people still on the campus, even during the summer. A sly smile tugged at the platinum blonde girl's lips before she sat up on her bed. She let her legs fall over the side of the bed, her feet delicately touching the floor. Surely there had to be couples somewhere on the campus. After all, there were freshman just coming in, some of which probably had a relationship continuing from eighth grade before. She sauntered on over to her closet, taking her sweet time in picking out a particularly short pair of daisy dukes. True, she didn't often wear them, but, boy when she did wear them, they drew attention. Dance had kept her lithe and limber, something she used to her advantage. Which pair to wear? she thought to herself. While she had four different pairs, each one was a different length than the one before and after it. Of course, the difference was minute. Shrugging, she picked the longest pair she owned, which turned out to be just a regular pair of denim shorts that touched just above her mid-thigh. A skirt should be just like a good essay; long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep my interest. she thought, remembering a saying someone had once told her. She couldn't recall who exactly had said it, but she liked to apply it to shorts and skirts alike, not that she ever wore skirts. She slipped into a form-fitting short-sleeve short and a pair of heels and made her way out of the dorms. "Now where would I go if I wanted to get away from people to spend some time with my beau..." she thought aloud, tapping her index finger against her cheek. Most of the school was probably empty due to there being few people around, but teachers were always something to worry about. So the hallways were probably out. The cafeteria probably had way too many people coming in and out of it. Since tours were going on, most places that people would originally hide out at were probably being exposed to innocent eyes. "There are always the gardens," she mused, remembering a time when she had skipped her history class to go spend some quality time with her beau back in sophomore year. It would be easy to hide among the large plants there, even from the tours being conducted. Perfect. She made her way over to the Celadon Wing, occasionally sending a playful wave or wink to an incoming student who happened to catch her eye. Ah, boys were such simple creatures. Show a little leg, show a little interest, and you've got them like a little puppy. But even puppies became boring. The roof of the Celadon Wing was absolutely covered in plants of various shapes, sizes, and scents. She walked through the plants, glancing from one blooming flower to another in faux interest. A particular rose bush caught her interest and she walked over to it, admiring the red petals that adorned the thorned stems. She liked to think of herself as a rose, as cliched as it was. After all, roses were the most adored flower. She breathed in its sweet fragrance before she stood up straight, suddenly caught off guard by a voice. "Ouch!" Kit couldn't help but giggle to herself. Had some couple decided to get a bit frisky? Tsk, tsk, tsk, how bad of them. However, the voice had come from behind the very rose bush she was admiring. She stepped around it, half expecting a couple to be on the other side of it. Instead, Kit came face to face with a boy who was leaning down to pick up a pair of dropped shears. Not quite what she was expecting, but she's accept it anyway. "Are you alright?" she asked, though in full honesty, she could care less. It was just a rose bush, how serious could it be? "Prick yourself trying to get me a rose? How sweet~" she giggled lightly before biting the corner of her lower lip in a cute fashion. Oh boy, another squeaky toy for her to play with! WORDS: 758 NOTES: Phwee~ TAGGED: Bart CREDITS: TABLE BY SEADRA OF ON THE EDGE

[Bartholomew B. Sauer]

Bartholomew couldn’t help staring at the girl before him. No, she wasn’t a girl - she was a woman. A very beautiful, smiling, woman with amazing legs. Not just amazing legs - her eyes, her face, even her hands, which she held so delicately by her side. Everything about her was fascinating him. She giggled as she finished speaking. Suddenly realizing how ridiculous he must look, he coughed rather abruptly and turned away from her, facing the rose bush instead. She had said something to him - now he had to reply. He kept sneaking glances at her without actually turning his head, meanwhile keeping himself facing the red roses in full bloom on the bush. That reminded him of what she had said - if he had pricked himself while picking a rose for her. He managed a nervous smile and reached up with his shears and clipped off the largest rose he could find. With a few deft movements of the side of his shears, he scraped off the thorns and handed her the flower.

“O-of course. A b-beautiful woman is always complimented by a r-rose.” Bartholomew, against all of his Horticulture major judgement, handed the beautiful woman the rose with a slightly shaking hand. He must look so stupid and foolish to her. Briefly the thought entered his mind that he had just discredited love and romance as ridiculous and a waste of time, especially for a high school student. He pushed that thought away: right now he had bigger problems to deal with, such as what to say next that wouldn’t sound entirely stupid. He had to be smooth. Smooth, suave. Sure. He had seen that on TV. It couldn’t be that hard.

“Wha-what’s your name?”

He cringed. Well, that could have been more disastrous.

“I’m Bar-Bartholomew. Sauer. Sauer Bartholomew. Er, I mean, um, Bartholomew Sauer.”

Now it was more disastrous. He kept his eyes trained away from her, but he couldn’t resist looking over at her every once and awhile.



Summary:

[/I] Long story short, Bart is flustered by the pretty lady. He cuts off a rose and hands it to her, though he's always been taught not to take off the flowers too early, but he doesn't seem to care at the moment. He asks her name and introduces himself and stumbles over his words.
Comments:[/I] D'awww, Bart. xD <333 Thought shorter was better in this instance - hope that's ok!
Listening to:[/I] Sexy Silk by Jessie J [from the movie Easy A – use caution when listening!]
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[Kit Felix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 150px 150px 0px 0px; background-color: #bcb8b8; width: 400px; color: #2f2e2e; text-align: left; padding: 10px 10px 2px;border: 1px dashed #717171;] i think we're witnessing THE HUMBLE BEGINNINGS OF LOVE HERE, don't you agree? Amusement flashed through her blue irises, and a sly grin danced across her lips. Lucky her! This guy was actually cute. Nothing said fun better than a cute squeaky toy. She watched silently as he stammered and clipped the blooming rose from the bush. After proceeding to knock off the dangerous thorns, the boy handed over the rose. Kit gingerly accepted it, running her delicate fingers along the places where the thorns used to sit. Every rose had its thorns. If you cut them off, that doesn't mean that they were never there. She twirled it in her fingers, eying the petals closely. "Why thank you~" she giggled lightly, putting it to her nose to take in its fragrance. As he managed to get an introduction out, she chuckled a bit before she offered her own introduction. "Kit Felix," she said simply. "Very nice to meet you, Bart~" she teased, opting to call him by a nickname. He had a terribly long name. Why did parents have to be so mean to their children and give them odd names? Kit was nice, short, and to the point. No need for an excessive amount of letters in it. Then again, 'squeaky toy' wasn't exactly the shortest nickname she gave people. But it made sense. The more you play with it, the more it squeaks. Eventually, it just gets boring and you move onto other things. But that didn't matter too much to Kit. She would take whatever came her way at the moment. "So what brings you up here?" she questioned. WORDS: 260 NOTES: Short but my muse is coming back. TAGGED: Bart CREDITS: TABLE BY SEADRA OF ON THE EDGE

[Bartholomew B. Sauer]

Bartholomew watched her gaze at the rose. He wished she would look at him like that, with a thoughtful, appreciative, yet somewhat seductive stare. Wait. Seductive? What was he thinking? He bit his lip and swallowed to keep such thoughts out of his mind, but they had planted a seed. She was beautiful, and wasn’t that what all men looked for in a beautiful woman? No, not Bartholomew. He just wanted to know her, and to spend time with her. Any ridiuculous ideas about her physicality were laughable, and he would ignore them.

He had to ignore them.

She thanked him and laughed lightly, like bluebells bouncing in a wide, rolling field of bright green grass. She called his name and he ran to her and they fell into the field, rolling and laughing as they felt each other’s warm embrace. She turned to him and said...

Kit Felix. Her name was Kit Felix. Bartholomew was drawn out of his revelry by her name and the fact that she called him Bart. He hated being called Bart. Bart was not a great name, to begin with, and Ashton had always called him Bart. And he didn’t want any reminders of his childhood friend.

“Um, my name is Bartholomew. Everyone calls me Bartholomew.” He hesitated for a moment and then, before he could fully think about it, he added, “But, uh, I guess you can call me Bart. It’s nice to meet you, too.”

Something was wrong with his brain. He was finding it hard to focus, and his mind was full of thoughts of her smile, the way her hair shone like silk in the sunlight, the way she laughed. She asked him why he was up here. He turned away from her, back to the rose bush and picked up the shears with shaking hands. He answered, “Well, I’m on g-garden duty in my Horticulture class. I mean, I v-vol-volunteered. I take care of the p-plants. What about you? What’s a beautiful lady like you d-doing up here? D-do you like flowers too?”

He was talking about flowers. He needed to make some suave comment, and he started talking about plants? What was wrong with him?



Summary:

[/I] Bart has a thought about how she's beautifully attractive - typical man thought. He pushes it aside quickly in horror, though. He has a fantasy about them in a wide field with bluebells and grass, then learns that her name is Kit Felix. He allows her to call him Bart, though he still hates the name Bart. Turns away from her to focus himself a little bit, then talks about plants and flowers. He feels dumb for making that a conversation piece.
Comments:[/I] Bart is hopeless. <3 Have fun~
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[Kit Felix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 150px 150px 0px 0px; background-color: #bcb8b8; width: 400px; color: #2f2e2e; text-align: left; padding: 10px 10px 2px;border: 1px dashed #717171;] i think we're witnessing THE HUMBLE BEGINNINGS OF LOVE HERE, don't you agree? She 'hmm'ed to herself, still twirling the rose in her fingers. As he corrected her nickname, she only barely kept herself from glaring at him. How dare he? She was all for people being called something they liked, but to ask to be called such a terribly long name? The horror of it! Didn't he realize the burden of that task he was requesting? This squeaky toy just lost it's-- "But, uh, I guess you can call me Bart. It’s nice to meet you, too." Oh. Well scratch that. She retracted her mental claws and took on a much more docile demeanor. As he turned around and stuttered out his response, Kit dared step closer to him, leaving about a foot between the two. She didn't much care for plants. She really only liked the flowers if they were pretty and smelled nice. Nonetheless, she feigned interest. "Fascinating," she lied. So he took care of plants as a major? How boring. And terribly dirty. Ew. The thought of dirt under her nails had her outwardly cringing. As the topic of the conversation shifted to her, she re-composed herself, putting on a light smile. "Oh, you know. I figured I'd go off and find something to do," she answered vaguely. Well actually, now that she thought of it, she was just bored. He was really only her entertainment. But, of course, you never told a squeaky toy that its reactions were solely for your own amusement. WORDS: 246 NOTES: Short again TAGGED: Bart CREDITS: TABLE BY SEADRA OF ON THE EDGE

[Bartholomew B. Sauer]

Bartholomew wondered if he’d hit a nerve with her. She seemed more tense for a moment, and he hoped he hadn’t screwed it up. That would have been just his luck, wouldn’t it? She’d think he was stupid and would never so much as look at him again, let alone deign to talk to him.

But the moment passed and Kit relaxed, moving closer to him as he showed her what he was doing with the plant. Her proximity made him more nervous than he already was, but he swallowed a few times to control his stuttering problem. After all, what kind of man stuttered? He pulled himself up straighter so that he felt like he was a few inches taller. He smiled when she said that what he was doing was fascinating. So she was interested in plants - what luck!

When she said she would go and find something to do, he felt a moment’s panic. She was leaving, and she would probably never talk to him again. He couldn’t let that happen.

“Oh. W-well,” He hesitated for a brief moment and then spoke up quickly. “Well, I mean, if you’re not busy, maybe we could, uh... err...” He trailed off, frantically wracking his brain. What could they do? He’d never asked a girl on a date before. What was he supposed to say? Did girls eat lunch, or were they worried about being fat? He doubted she would want to work on homework. Maybe they could go shopping - girls liked shopping, right? He bit his lip and looked to the ground for inspiration, but he kept seeing her long, smooth legs.

The distraction wasn’t helping.



Summary:

[/I] Bartholomew notices her tense, but it goes away, so he doesn't pay much heed to it. He misses her cool, uninterested tone and thinks she is interested in plants. She says she's going to leave and he panics, and starts to offer that they could do something, but he has no idea what to do, and so he trails off and starts frantically trying to think of something to ask Kit to do. He just doesn't want her to leave.
Comments:[/I] Obart. You so silly. XD