Break Out, Break Out! Everything is changing.

[`charlotte maya aubertin.]

And there is something in the way you say my name, that makes me wonder if things will always stay the same,
Or if our hearts are ready for a change. Is this just a game?

Saturday was the only day of the week that Charlotte was guaranteed to have off from work. It was the deal she had made with her grandmother five years back when she first started working there. Charlotte had had big plans to work someplace else, like Borders or Starbucks. A place she could rub elbows with artsy people, older people. Granted, at the time she had only been fourteen, and no place hired anyone under the age of sixteen. That had been one way her grandmother and mother had convinced her to work at the diner. They would start paying her now, at fourteen, and they would give her off F Saturday. Charlotte wasn’t stupid, she knew that most places would require she work that day. So it didn’t take Charlie long to accept the deal, thus began her days at Sandy’s diner, named after her grandmother. She really didn’t have much to complain about the job. Most of the customers knew her, and loved her, even if she barely talked to them other than to take their orders or answer any questions they may have.

Her mother often found it odd that a girl like Charlotte, who grew up around so many different people, and was such an attention hog of a little girl, could grow into such a quiet young lady. Not that Charl was exactly ‘quiet’, she just didn’t see the need to talk to a person just to fill the silence. She wouldn’t be the one to start a conversation unless she had a reason to, so she really didn’t make many friends that way. This usually caused people to think of her as the quiet standoffish type, though that really wasn’t the case. Charlotte was very capable of voicing her opinion, and often did so when she deemed it necessary, but if she had no reason to talk to you, she wouldn’t.

This is why she had only known Theodore Lewis Clark for a little under a year. Sure, Charlotte had noticed Theo within the first month of her starting Bristol High school when she was only fourteen. How could she not? The boy was insanely handsome, and one of her friends, Meghan, had informed her of who he was. Granted, Charlotte was Charlotte, and she never thought twice about talking to the boy, and he had never talked to her, as if he would even notice her. She was an underclassman, and most people ignored the underclassman unless they were big into sports or other school activities, which Charlotte was not. She mostly kept to herself. She Went to school, went to work, and did her homework. When time allowed Charlotte could be found curled up on her bed or couch with her sketch book. It was no surprise that she didn’t have many friends, and she was perfectly okay with it, as she was really rather picky about whom she hung out with anyway.

So, for two years, Charlotte had just seen Theodore around school. That was until her junior year when she had went to work and had been told that there was a new guy that needed to be trained on the cash register. Yes, technically it would have been a cashier’s job to train the new person, but since Charlotte had been working there the longest, and not to mention knew more about how to run the store than any of the managers, the manager had decided to let her train the new person, rather than wait on tables. Charlotte had been rather surprised to see that it was Theodore Lewis Clark. At first Charlotte only talked to Theodore to inform him of what he was doing wrong, or to answer any questions he had asked her. But as the weeks went by, she started to actually have real conversations with the boy, and soon, a friendship formed.

Theodore and Charlotte had been friends for almost a year now. But even yet, Charlotte still wasn’t completely open with the boy. For instance, rarely ever did he get to see her artwork. Sure, there were a few times she would let him see a drawing she had drew, or he had snuck a peak at something, but other than that, nothing. And of course, he knew nothing about the silly little crush that Charlie had on him. That would be awful embarrassing, as she rarely shared her feelings with anyone, she would much rather share her opinion on things. Normally they would just get together and hang out and she would compliment his work, and they would talk about nothing.

That was exactly what they had made plans to do on this particular Saturday morning. They had made plans the night before to hang out the following morning. So Charlotte had woken up at eight o’clock that morning and showered. She hadn’t felt like doing much with her hair, so she let it air dry, which left her red hair curly. She pulled it in a low pony tail that fell over her right shoulder. Throwing on a pair of dark skinny jeans, she pulled on a turquoise shirt that advertised her grandmother’s diner over a black tank top and pulled on a pair of black vans. She threw on a bit of mascara and eyeliner to make her eyes pop before grabbing her keys to her dorm, her bag and heading out the door. She had been lucky so far, no one was rooming with her yet, though she was certain that was bound to change soon.

Pulling out her phone, she texted Theodore to let him know she was about a mile away from the park, and she would see him when he got there. Charlotte walked rather fast, so she made it there in no time. Theo had told her to meet him at the playground, so that was the first place she headed. She frowned slightly when she saw that she had beat him there. Charlotte wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself until Theo arrived. She sure as hell wasn’t going to make conversation with random people. Instead she sat down where she was on the grass, before lying on her back and looking up at the sky. It was a rather cloudy day outside, and she had always loved finding shapes in the clouds.

So for the next few minutes, Charlotte amused herself by finding shapes, animals and objects in the clouds. She saw everything from a duck playing a sousaphone, to a tiger tangoing with an elephant. She even giggled a little when she spotted a dog on a bicycle. Yes, if you were creative enough, you could find almost anything in the clouds. About the time she giggled a shadow was cast over her face. She glanced up and saw Theodore and smile. “Hey you. I thought you would never show, thus I had to resort to amusing myself.’

[/color]

Tag ;;[/color]THEODORK <3
Word Count ;;[/color]1161
Outfit ;;[/color]Imagine?
Other ;;[/color]Suckyy =[

[/size][/blockquote]

[THEODORE CLARK.]

THEREWILLBENORULESTONIGHT
iftherewerewe'dbreak'em

theodore wasn't thrilled with how this was turning out, oh no. this was anything but what he had imagined in his head when he started-- it was an utter mess. he wasn't proud. actually, he was asking himself how he, theodore lewis clark, could come up with something so shitty. there was no way he could even explain his work to the professor, god no. he would never allow it outside the apartment, much less all the way to his teacher's desk. he would surely get a C-, if not a D. no, he had to scrap the whole thing and start again. to tell the truth, he didn't know exactly why he was having such a difficult time with the project, but as he sighed and leaned back in his rolly chair he realized that it was a lie-- he did know. charlotte was on his mind. lifting his eyes to rest on the clock, he saw that it was nearly eight thirty. he had half an hour, then. abandoning his school work, he shuffled into the bathroom to prep himself. coming out, he found his way to the bedroom, where he changed into a white v-neck, a neon orange hoodie and blue straight leg jeans. grabbing just his phone and his keys, he was out the door and in the car within moments, on his way to see charlotte.

the first time he actually noticed charlotte was midway through sophomore year; he saw her in the hall. as if she wasn't naturally beautiful enough, her hair was dyed this amazing shade of red. it was an instant turn on, of course, and theodore considered becoming a hairdresser on the spot. he asked around a bit, to find out who she was, and he went through a few people before he talked to someone who knew anything about her. apparently, she was some stuck up freshman who talked to hardly anyone. theodore wondered if any of that even mattered, and would have gone further if he didn't start dating jamie fletcher all of the sudden. the first time he actually met charlotte was when he took a job at sandy's diner; he knew that she worked there prior to applying. no, that wasn't the main reason he ended up working there, but hey. it was definitely a plus. it turned out that she was the one who introduced him to cash register and everything else around the place, and eventually theodore was able to pick up complete conversations with her. she was nothing like he thought she would be; he was expecting some crazy bitch and charlotte was anything but.

they were good enough friends, they could talk for hours on end and theodore appreciated her opinion on his work. he'd often make a point to run a project past her before handing it in, and she'd seen most everything else he had ever done. as for seeing her artwork, however... well it wasn't often that he did. it drove theodore slightly mad, because he wanted to know everything about her, and she wouldn't let him in. while it frustrated him, at the same time he appreciated it and wouldn't have it any other way. it made everything about her more worthwhile, and despite being annoyed, theodore thought it was a beautiful thing. as he drove the short distance to the park, he wondered what they'd end up doing-- wait, woah, what was this, traffic jam? theodore hit his palm against the steering wheel as he stared at the line of cars he was approaching.. thank god he was only two miles away. for what seemed like the longest time nobody moved, and then his side of the street began to crawl at a raging point five miles an hour. he swore that the speedometer didn't even move. it would have been better if he walked, probably. he looked out the window, hoping that he wouldn't make charlotte wait.. she would be able to handle it, though. even still, he seriously thought about driving up the sidewalk. .. there were too many people in the way, plus the fire hydrants and benches. with a sigh, he stared forward, blankly looking at the van ahead of him. god, it was an ugly color.

feeling vibrations all up and down his ass, theodore slid himself upward in his seat so he could yank his cellular out of his pocket. a message from charlotte? she was a mile away from the park. a sharp laugh came out of him; so was he. using his thumbs, he texted her back instantly, explaining that he was logged in traffic ( DX! ), but would be there soon enough. after a good five more minutes, he finally caught sight of the park's entrance and practically ran over someone cutting the corner to get in. parking in the nearest spot and jumping out of the car, he made haste as he approached the playground. charlotte was supposed to be somewhere around here.. there she was. the slightest hint of a smile showed on his face; he would recognize that diner shirt and red head anywhere. she was lying on her back, either napping or looking at the clouds. knowing her, it was definitely the latter. as he drew closer, he could see her smiling as her eyes studied the shapes above. walking right up to her so his shadow fell over her head, he bent at his waist, looking down at her. his hair fell down, so he could only see her, and hell. that was all he wanted to see. she giggled, and he raised an eyebrow. "i'm not that funny looking, am i?" he joked. it was unlikely that she was laughing at him; he had given her no reason to. .. was she high? no, she would never. coming to the conclusion that she saw something comical above, his lips parted and he smiled softly. she was just too cute.

hearing that she thought he would never show, he straightened up, tearing his eyes away from her and looking out across the park. "you doubted me." he managed to almost sound sad, but something about how his voice rose and fell could convince anyone that he was just joking. "after all i've done, you still doubt me!" he shook his head, bringing his hand over his mouth in mock sorrow. sitting down, a comfortable six inches away from her, he adopted a more honest look. "well, i'm glad you can make it on your own. it's probably a good thing you aren't completely relient on me..." he smirked. "probably." propping his hands on the grass behind him, he leaned back. it was adorable how she just let her hair dry seemingly raw and just throw it in a ponytail; most girls theodore knew would never do that. and the funny thing was, it made charlotte look sexier. those other girls probably couldn't pull it off, or at least not like she could. with eyes narrowed, he asked, "won't you let me do something gorgeous to that shirt? you wear it all the time, it should look more like.. you." he reached out and tugged gently at the sleeve. "it's just so plain, and i know you'd just love the result. i swear i wouldn't make you pay.. with money." he grinned, looking her in the eye. oh, he'd love to get his hands on that shirt.

COMMENT ;D chyeaah!
OUTFIT white, black & blue.
TUNE paramore. ;D
WORDS 1239.
STATUS FIN!
CREDIT defying gravity of CAUTON 2.0.

[`charlotte maya aubertin.]

And there is something in the way you say my name, that makes me wonder if things will always stay the same,
Or if our hearts are ready for a change. Is this just a game?

Staring up at the sky, Charlotte was actually rather grateful for the good weather and the chance to be out in it. Quite often on days like this, Charlotte was stuck inside either working her shift, covering someone else’s shift, or doing work in her dorm. Of course she had her days off, but normally those were the rainy days, where she was stuck inside anyway. Somehow everythings gonna fall right into place, if we only had a way to make it all fall faster everyday, if only time flew like a dove. Well God, make it fly faster than I’m falling in lo-‘ pulling her phone out of her pocket, she saw she had a text message from Theodore. Yuck, stuck in traffic. That was one of the main reasons she walked. Plus, it was such a beautiful day outside anyway. Laying back down in the grass, Charlotte continued to stare at the sky until the dark shadow cast itself over head. She looked up and smiled when she saw Theodore. Scrunching her nose with a smile she said “Not terribly funny looking, anyway.” and laughed a little bit. She figured he would get that she wasn’t originally laughing at him.

Charlotte smirked slightly at Theo’s drama. The looking away from her was pretty effective, and if she didn’t know better, she would have thought he was truly hurt by her doubt. But she did know better, so rather than feel bad, she just rolled her eyes and said “Seriously Theo, I think you could be an actor sometimes. You have more drama than the entire drama club at school.”

[/b] She smiled and raised a brow at his next comment. “After all you’ve done for me. Might you inform me on ‘all of these things’ you have done for me?” She smiled as he dropped his whole charade and actually sat down next to her. She took the opportunity to sit up now. Drawing her knees to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them and looked at Theodore. She couldn’t help but grin “Reliant on you? Like I couldn’t live life without you holding my hand and walking me through it or something. “ This kid amused her to no end. She looked at him for a moment, almost as if she were studying him, or analyzing him. She looked down at her shirt as he said something about doing something to it. It was probably her favorite shirt, well, her favorite diner shirt anyway. She had them in many colors, but her turquoise one was her favorite. She pondered the thought for a moment as he tugged gently at the sleeve. She smirked before saying “Yea? How exactly would you make me pay Mr. Theodore Lewis Clark?”[/color] She took off her shirt, leaving her in a small black tank top. She handed it him “If you ruin it, I wont talk to you ever again mister.”[/color]

She looked at him, studying him a bit more. She was sure that he probably was rather used to this by now. Charlotte had a bad, well, it wasn’t really bad in her book, habit of studying and analyzing people. She often did this so that she could recall even the most minor details when she was painting or drawing a person or an object. Not that she would admit to Theo that she was attempting to draw him. Oddly enough, as close as they were, she wouldn’t share much of her work with him. Honestly, she felt bad about it, as he was always showing her his work, which was wonderful. It was possible that that could be one reason she was so hesitant about showing Theo her art work. His art work was never less than perfect, where as that was hardly ever the case for Charlotte. Her eyes found his, and she almost allowed herself a small frown. The eyes, that’s where she was going to have problems. There was no colored pencil, crayon, paint, or anything that could begin to capture the bright blue of his eyes. But…maybe, just maybe if she could combine a few of the colors, and maybe soften it up a little, maybe she could come close? Without really even thinking about it Charlotte reached over into her bag and pulled out her sketch pad. She had a page for just experimenting with colors, flipping to it, she pulled out a bunch of different colored blue pencils, and a white one. That was the thing about Charlotte, as much as she didn’t like sharing her art work, she wasn’t afraid to just pull her sketch book out at a moments notice to doodle something down, mix colors, or even start drawing the moment inspiration clicked.

She sat there for a moment hurriedly making quick lines with different pencils and blending them before looking up at Theodore’s eyes one last time. Well, it wasn’t quite the shade of his eyes, but it was probably the closest that she would ever get to duplicating the color. Theodore’s eyes were one of Charlotte’s favorite things about the boy. It was almost unfair that a guy should get pretty eyes than any girl she knew. They just completely pulled off his entire look. The bright blue of his eyes fit almost perfectly with the boys pale skin. Then his dark brown hair just contrasted the rest of himself perfectly. It was almost unfair that this boy was so flawless. He had the perfect figure, flawless skin, beautiful hair, hell, any girl would be outrageously jealous of the boy. Putting her pencils back in the case, she stuck them in her bag before setting her sketch book on top of her bag. She leaned back on her arms, going the opposite way of Theodore so that they could look at each other as they talked. She sat there staring off in the sky as she though of something to say. Maybe if she was more spontaneous, she would suggest kicking the little kids off the swings, or going on the trail, or even hitting the lake, but none of these thoughts even crossed Charlottes mind. That was the down side of being level headed.

Tag ;;[/color]THEODORK <3
Word Count ;;[/color]one zero four zero
Outfit ;;[/color]Imagine?
Other ;;[/color]Sorry it isn't amazing D=

[/size][/blockquote]

[THEODORE CLARK.]

THEREWILLBENORULESTONIGHT
iftherewerewe'dbreak'em

"har har." theodore returned her scrunched up smile, mimicing her tone and her features. he knew neither of them meant any harm, and that it was more of a joke between them than anything else. making as though he was offended and hurt, he sobbed a little as he covered his mouth with his hand and looked off into the distance, eyes growing hazy. hearing her statement, his act broke off and he grinned as he took a seat. theodore had never really considered acting, it just wasn't his scene. sure, he could be good at it, hell. he was good at a lot of things. but printing and design was what he found most interesting, they were what he loved to work with. they held a certian magic within his head, whereas acting did not. maybe he didn't give actors enough credit, or maybe it was too easy for him. knowing theodore, it was probably the former. he was quick to assume and thought he was above most things, even if he wasn't.

the way she worded her next accusational question vaguely reminded him of a song by the killers.. the tune haunted his head while he looked her in the eyes and told her all the things that he had done. "i've taken your shift. i've folded your napkins into hats. i've shown you my artwork i've breathed your air. i've

COMMENT xxx
OUTFIT white, black & blue.
TUNE paramore. ;D
WORDS xxx
STATUS UNFIN!
CREDIT defying gravity of CAUTON 2.0.

:P