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[LOG] THIS MAY NOT GO WELL..

Who: Diedrich and Pajea
What: two nerds have to do a group presentation for english
When: sometime during the school week
Where: the library!

It was the most dreaded thing imaginable to a student.Group project. And having your partner picked by lottery? Even worse. Diedrich had never talked to this girl before, though he's sure he's seen her around before, and despite normally having no problem talking to complete strangers, he really had no idea where to start with her. She looked like she didn't want to be there at all, which she probably didn't. He understood. Group projects suck. Still, they have to start sometime. And the quicker they get through this, the better.

"Sooo....." Diedrich looked up at his partner, mechanical pencil bouncing in his hand. "Is there any story you want to do for the project?" He moved around a slightly wrinkled sheet of paper detailing the presentation, with a few of the topics having marks next to them.

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Pajea pressed her nails into the pockets of her hoodie, finally looking up to meet her partner's eyes.
This was close to the last kid she'd ever bother talking to. What was he, 10? He looked like he just got shipped off from elementary school or something.

This kid should be in luck, though. She had a mostly self-proclaimed expertise with writing, and ran the school's writing club. She'd finish this up during an overnight shift and hopefully never have to see this twerp again outside of class.

She let out a long sigh. "My one requirement is no fanfics. That includes self-inserts. Nothing you wouldn't read out to a neighbor." She placed her arms up on the table, crossing them. "Supernatural stuff is always good, I guess."

"Supernatural stuff? Like ghosts? That'd be pretty cool!" He quickly scribbled something down. "I don't really know if I can come up with any scary stuff though."

Pajea snorted, glancing off. "Yeah. Like ghosts and all." She slipped a hand into her bag, pulling out an old, worn book with an odd script on the front. This would have plenty of 'scary stuff' for an interesting story. She thumbed through to land on one of her many page markers, scanning the page thoughtfully. "Leave that to me. Honestly, you don't have much to worry about."
She raised a brow as she got about halfway through the page. She kept her gaze fixed on the book, not looking up as she went back to speaking. "Look, I'll take care of it. You can go to that dance thing or watch a movie or something. It'll be the easiest 'A' you'll get this year, probably."

Edited 2014-09-29 20:23 (UTC)

Diedrich's interest was definitely piqued at the sight of the book. "What's that?" He asked excitedly, leaning over the table as best as he could. Oh cool, she seems to know a bit about their subject. That is very helpful! Though her next statement made him frown a little.

"There's no way I could do that! I wanna help too. I could do research or I could make the powerpoint or something. It wouldn't be fair to leave all the work to you!" He's trying his best to look as serious as possible, but it honestly looks like a child pouting.

Suddenly though, his face lit up. "Oh, I just got an idea! What if we dressed up for our presentation? That'd be pretty cool!"

Edited 2014-09-29 20:47 (UTC)

Pajea finally looked up from her book. "Its....reference materials." She tilted the book away from him slightly. Yeah, it was probably stupid for her to pull it out in public, but he didn't need to actually see it.

"You wanna make the powerpoint? Go for it. I won't stop you." Admittedly, it was nice to have someone actually want to help out. Practically every single time before, she just ended up doing all the work, so it was a nice change of pace.

She stiffened at his last comment. It wasn't like she had made a huge effort in the past to conceal her "special readings" or anything, but this teacher didn't think she was a total creep. She didn't want to ruin that much by dressing up in too-good-to-be-a-costume type robes.
"What exactly did you have in mind?" She asked in a hushed voice.

He took the hint and sat back down.

Diedrich began to twiddle his pencil again. "Well..." He glanced around the room. "I guess something like Halloween costumes would work. I know we didn't agree on ghosts yet, but we could put on some makeup and wear some plastic chains or something!" He looks a bit excited for just wearing costumes. Kid, Halloween isn't for a while.

Pajea brought a hand to her mouth, stifling a laugh.
Oh my god. This guy totally had to have escaped kid jail or something.
But, it was a much safer approach.

"Or," She lowered her hand from her mouth. "We could save some money and toss a couple sheets over us. Maybe put in eye holes too." She paused, a smile tugging at her cheeks. "I know someone who would be glad to lend us some."

Doris' bed needed a little fixing up anyways. No sheets, no laundry to take care of. She should be thanking Pajea, really.

He totally snuck out of time out.

"Yeah! That would probably work a lot better since we could just fit them in our backpacks and people would recognize us as ghosts pretty easy!" Diedrich completely missed any sinisterly tone in her voice, as he just looks happy as can be. "Really? That's nice of them!"

He totally wrote this down in his notebook too.

Pajea could feel herself shaking, using all her energy to hold in the laughter she wanted to let loose on the whole library.

"Yeah, yeah, ok. We got the story, we got the powerpoint, we got the costumes. We're set." She closed her book and set it back in her bag. She paused. Why did this kid care? He wasn't her friend. He certainly wouldn't want to be. Her smile fell and she glanced back to him, her face tensing a bit.

"Do you want to meet again before the deadline so we can go over this stuff? I don't have a lot going on until then." She said, the warmth in her voice slipping away with each word.

"Sure!" Diedrich's smiling, the same as usual. Pajea didn't talk much in class, but she seemed to be talking to him just fine right now. She's probably really shy!

"Should we set up a date to meet up or should we just play it by ear- oh, but my phone's broken right now so I can't text! I can use Facebook chat though!" He scribbled down a url and tore it off a sheet of paper. "Here's my Facebook!" He grabbed it back and added another scribble. "Aaaand my school email!"

.... Oh man what if that came across as him running her off??? So rude! Quick, keep the conversation going! "So, um. What do you like to do for fun?"

Pajea hesitantly took the piece of paper and stared at it for a while. At least she didn't have to try and track him down outside of class.

She looked back up to him. "I read." She pursed her lips, wondering if she should go on. It would probably bore this kid. "I...um...I also like magic stuff, I guess." She immediately regretted saying that. She silently prayed that he wouldn't ask her to demonstrate. "I...uh...I....I...." Her voice dwindled down to a whisper, and she looked nervously to her bag. "I...I read." She said again, her stomach churning.
This is exactly why she never talked to people.

He looks absolutely delighted. "Magic? Like, bunny in a hat magic? Or Harry Potter magic? Either way, that's really cool! What kind of books do you like?" Diedrich bounced in his seat.

Pajea's brows furrowed and she shrank back against her chair. "No...No....It's different than that. It's uh...It's ghosts and stuff, really"
She hesitated again, looking off. He was way too excited. Why did he care so much about her stupid hobbies? "Um..." She rummaged through her bag, desperate to find something to appease this partner of hers. Books on black magic were probably not good for this one-on-one show and tell session.

Panicked, she grabbed the first thing she could find, setting down a textbook and-- Wait. She knew for a fact she did not buy this weird, trashy-looking book about...pirates? Who writes pirate romance novels? She covered her face in her hands and sunk deeper into her seat, a frustrated groan emitting from behind her palms.
The demon books would have been easier to explain.

He giggled. "Oh, it's a good thing we're doing a presentation about ghosts then, huh?"

Diedrich paused when he saw her take out the book. She looked confused, and maybe even a little disgusted. And now she's groaning into her hands. What kind of a book does she have?!?!

He reached a hand out and poked at the book. No movement from Pajea. He slowly slid it over to himself and took a look at the cover. Oh that is. Hm. Pirates are cool. Wonder what the big deal was. He opened the cover slightly and winced as the dust jacket squeaked. He scanned the summary quickly.

It doesn't seem that bad. Okay, he's not super into romance stories himself, but different strokes for different folks. Still though, maybe change the topic. He slid the book back and tried to look innocent.

"Uh... so PJ, are you gonna go to the dance?"

Pajea's hands slipped from her face, wide eyes staring at Diedrich. "P...J....?"
nobody had called her that. Nobody but...
"Doris." She seemed to spit the name. Her expression darkened. "She paid you to do this, didn't she. How much did she pay? Ten? Twenty? No, she's rich. I bet you got fifty bucks at least." She rose from her chair, looming over her classmate.
"I don't plan on going. Nobody would even want to go with me unless they were paid. That much I know." She froze, realizing the unwarranted coldness she had just spewed at this kid. She sighed and looked down to the table. "...Sorry."

Edited 2014-09-30 13:42 (UTC)

Diedrich froze completely. He had no idea what was going on. Okay, calling her by a nickname was really rude, especially considering this was the first time they had talked. And maybe a girl doesn't want to be called PJ I mean who wants to be called pajamas?! Who was Doris why was she paying people what is going on

Eventually his thoughts are running too fast for him to catch up and he just sits there stiffly. Oh, she apologized. He should say something.

Say something.

Why isn't he saying something?

"-ry. Sorry. I'm... sorry." It was barely louder than a whisper. Diedrich caught himself and took a deep breath. This time, in a louder voice, "I'm sorry. That was really rude of me." And he tried to flash his usual smile. "We could talk about something else if you want!"

Pajea slid back down into her seat shamefully, keeping her eyes fixed on the table.

"No, no, I'm...I apologize." Why would Doris want anything to do with this kid, anyway? She had bigger fish to fry. Besides, she hadn't heard from that girl in years. It wasn't her nature to reappear by paying some kid to go to the dance with her. "You don't have to say you're sorry. You didn't do anything bad."

She shifted her chair so she could face him. "But the uh, the dance. Yeah." She glanced to him, trying not to meet his eyes out of the embarrassment that remained after her outburst. "I don't plan on going. I really don't have anyone to tag along with, and not a lot of people would want to go with...with..." She bowed her head slightly.
"Are you going?" She asked, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

He shifted in his chair slightly. "I'm, uh, I'm not going." He tugged at his earlobe nervously. "It seems like a... date thing. And I don't really. Have anybody to go with. Either. Yeah.." His cheeks are a little warm. "It might be fun but... yeah."

Diedrich looked over at Pajea. "Um... Would you have wanted to go if you had someone to go with?" Almost immediately, he regretted saying that. He clapped a hand over his mouth. "Sorry, that's probably rude."

She studied his face, brows raising in interest. "Ah." Her throat went dry as she started to try and reply. She wanted to say something, anything really, but nothing came out except a small whine that sounded like a creaking stair. Pajea swallowed hard, feeling her face flush. She hoped the huge dark circles under her eyes would hide any evidence of blush.

"I would have wanted to go if I had someone with me." She finally choked out, giving a sharp thump to her chest in trying to ensure her next words would be coherent. "I could take you with me or...or something. If you want."

He smiled gently and nodded his head. "Sure! That sounds fun."

Then he stopped and narrowed his eyes. "... it's not a fancy dress dance, right?" He was pretty sure it wasn't, I mean, Sadie Hawkin's right??? But if it was, he had no idea if he had anything that would even look right for it.

Pajea felt her head start to spin. Holy shit. What. What did she just do.
She totally just asked this shrimp to the dance and he accepted.
She wasn't sure whether she should feel proud or mortified.
"It's....it's....Sem....semi formal..." She stuttered, staring at Diedrich in disbelief.
She paused, pondering what one would even do at a dance. She had never been to one, to nobody's surprise, and frankly knew nothing about them. Maybe there was a book on it she could try and find? Maybe she could ask her roommate? Pajea kept drawing blanks on where to begin with this. What a mess this was becoming.
She turned attention back to Diedrich and tried to smile back, though it looked forced and somewhat painful. "Thank you." She said, attempting to inject gratuity into her tone.

Edited 2014-10-01 15:54 (UTC)

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theyre gonna write a story together

Scary stuff is basically her whole thing

its going to be a lil before he asks her out

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trick or treat

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calm down diedrich

trying to summon demons is a hobby right

totally

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he's completely forgotten about what happened literally five minutes ago

[internal screaming]