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Post by melon head. on Jun 18, 2008 2:14:34 GMT -5
[That's fine, Emma. It's alright to do a short one every once in a while.]
Kit managed to avoid speaking to her friends until there was a knock at the door. It was Jerome. Esme had nearly forgotten about her date with him. Beatrice filled Kit in on everything hastily as Esme hurried to get her jacket, which was caught in the handle of the wardrobe. She then beamed at them, and strode out to greet Jerome.
'Have fun,' Kit said, as Esme left her dorm, her hand being held by her date's. Kit noticed that they were both very red as they strolled away from the dorm.
She and Beatrice turned away, and Kit smiled sadly. 'We've all got boyfriends now, I guess,' she said. Beatrice nodded, also wearing a sad smile.
There was a loud, booming roll of thunder as someone sped up the hall and stopped at Beatrice and Kit's dorm. Jacques threw himself against his sister, panting heavily.
'Hey, brother,' Kit said, peeling Jacques off from herself. 'Whatever's the matter with you?'
'Jeh,' he exclaimed, gasping for air.
'Is that your way of saying hello, now?' Kit asked. 'Because somehow, I don't think it'll catch on.'
'Jerome,' he gasped.
'Jerome Squalor?' Kit confirmed. 'He just went with Esme. They're going on a date.'
Jacques swore loudly. Beatrice raise her eyebrows.
'Now, now,' Kit laughed. 'You know Bee doesn't approve of swearing. You need to tell us what happened.'
Jacques beckoned for the girls to join him in the common room. They followed him out and seated themselves on the couch.
'It's Andrew,' he said, regaining control over his breathing pattern.
'Who?'
'Andrew Squalor, Jerome's brother. He's broken his leg.'
Beatrice gasped. A wave of panic swept through her as she remembered how excited Esme had been, and how crushed she would be when Jerome cancelled on her.
'No!' Kit wailed. 'Not tonight! Jerome can't deal with this right now! Right about now, he's supposed to be' 'she checked her watch- 'telling Esme how beautiful she looks as they walk along a path embodied with stunningly gorgeous flowers!'
'Well, his parents can't come,' Jacques said. 'I've called them, and they said that they won't be able to make it to the hospital until morning.'
'So you called an ambulance?' Kit clarified.
'No, I just left him there to die. You are so stupid, sometimes...'
There was silence as Jacques paced, and Beatrice and Kit sat in thought. Jacques looked up suddenly. 'Did you say Jerome and Esme are going out?'
Beatrice nodded.
'Well, I dunno how happy Bertrand Baudelaire will be. Apparently he's over Kit now, and likes Esme.' He smiled. 'Word travels quickly, eh?'
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Post by lordi on Jun 18, 2008 15:00:05 GMT -5
WAHOO!!! Berty boy was finally put in his place!!! No date for Bertrand! (Wow i am taking this too far aren't i?) Oh well. Keep up the great work guys, you ROCK!!!
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jun 18, 2008 18:51:19 GMT -5
[Thanks, May. Well, here’s another long one from me. And don’t worry, lordi. You’re just really into it. Also, thanks for the comment.] “Obviously,” Beatrice said. “Have you filled Jerome in on what’s happened?” Jacques shook his head, but explained that he had run into Bertrand Baudelaire on the way over to the dorm and asked him to give Jerome the message. “Poor Esmé,” Beatrice said. “She was very much looking forward to this evening. She’s going to be so disappointed.” *** “You look exceptionally lovely tonight,” Jerome said as he escorted Esmé by the arm across the field of Prufrock Prep. “I had best be on the lookout, or else some other fellow might steal you away from me.” Esmé blushed, turning her face away just so Jerome wouldn’t notice how pink her cheeks were getting. But considering that he was guilty of the same thing, she didn’t suppose it would matter much if he were to notice. “Thank you,” Esmé replied, and smiled. “You know, this is actually the first time I’ve seen you with your hair down.” “It is?” “Yes,” said Jerome. “You should wear it down more often. It’s very becoming.” “Jerome Squalor?” Esmé and Jerome turned their heads simultaneously to see Bertrand Baudelaire as he ran up from behind them. They spun around, taking notice of the alarm on the young man’s face. “Yes?” Jerome asked. “I was asked to give you a message,” Bertrand said, “concerning your brother.” “Andrew? What happened?” “He was showing off to some friends of his by climbing up onto the roof of the tool shed.” Bertrand jerked his thumb in the direction of the small, metal shack at the other end of the grounds. “The roof wasn’t very sturdy and caved in underneath him.” “Is he alright?” Jerome asked. Bertrand shook his head. “He broke his leg,” he explained. “Jacques Snicket was passing by when he saw it happen and has notified your parents. Unfortunately, from what Jacques told me, they won’t be able to come by until tomorrow morning.” “Where is Andrew now?” “In the hospital wing. The paramedics will be here shortly. If you hurry, you might be able to catch your brother before he leaves and ride with him to the hospital.” Jerome turned back to Esmé. “Esmé,” he said, “I’m—” Esmé shook her head. “Don’t be,” she said, but it was apparent that she was struggling to hide her tears of disappointment. “I understand. Your brother needs you now. You should go to him.” “I’ll make this up to you. I swear.” “Don’t worry about it.” “I’m sorry,” Jerome said, and hurried off. A moment or two passed before Esmé called after him. “Jerome, wait— I’m coming, too!” Before Bertrand could stop her, Esmé took off after Jerome, struggling to keep up with him in her high heels.
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Post by lordi on Jun 20, 2008 14:52:35 GMT -5
Poor old Esme. If I hadn't read this then I would have thought I would have never have said that. I guess nobody is really bad, its just that curcumstances force them to become bad. (Oh no, i am becoming wise!!! Back to listening to Lordi's music (Incase you don't know its a band.) and getting high on calpoll for me!)
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Post by melon head. on Jun 27, 2008 1:03:30 GMT -5
[Eh! My most sincere apologies for not posting. I will make it up to you by doing a relatively long one. Honestly, I don't know where you produce so much stamina from- you always achieve really long chapters that have a very stable story line. And thanks, Lordi- Emma and I really appreciate your feedback. Oh. and Emma, I've decided to use double apostrophes (") instead of singles('), just to keep the story flowing.]
"Look!" Kit exclaimed, thrusting her head out the window. Beatrice and Jacques both mimicked her, and saw, Jerome, Bertrand and Esme sprinting across the yard. Kit beamed at the pair of high heels that Esme was clutching as she ran, her bare feet dragging across the yard.
"Run, Esme, run!" she shrieked. Esme saw her. She waved, grinning.
"She doesn't seem too bummed that her date got cancelled," Jacques said, walking away from the window.
"She's caught up in the moment," Kit said wisely. "It'll hit her by the time she gets back to our dorm tonight. That, and she's grateful that she can run fast enough to keep up with Jerome."
She and Beatrice joined Jacque back in the warmth of the Common Room. Beatrice sighed, and despite the hour, declared that she was going to bed.
"'Night," Jacques grunted, already half-asleep on the couch.
"Please excuse my pig of a brother," Kit said, rolling her eyes. "Sleep tight, sweetie."
Beatrice entered her dorm, and once she was out of her school clothes, she tucked herself firmly under her sheets and turned off her reading lamp. Kit shut the door on her friend, and turned to her brother.
"Jack!" she boomed. Jacques jumped up into a sitting position, suddenly attentive.
"Yah!" he cried in reply. Kit shook her head and placed herself next to him on the couch.
"I've got some stuff for you to do."
"Yay, errands."
"You have to forgive Lemony," she said. "You have to make friends with Jerome. You have to help Bertrand get over Esme, because she's with Jerome and happier than she's been in a long time."
"Easy," Jacques said. "Just burden me up a bit more, why don't you?"
"Well, okay then."
"I was being sarcas-"
"You have to patch up Dewey, Bertrand and Lemony, because they're like the three amigos. They need each other to survive. You can't let best friends just slip away. If you're lucky enough to have friends, you don't let them go."
She had appealed to him. Jacques knew exactly what she was talking about- he had let a fight with a friend go unresolved, and had never had a chance to forgive him. But that story was sad one, one that he would rather not think about at the current time.
"Will you do it?" Kit asked.
"Of course," Jacques sighed.
"Good boy. Now, don't think that this will go unrewarded!"
"If you're going to set me up on a blind date, then I'd rather go unrewarded."
Kit scowled. "Fine, be a loner," she said, and joined Beatrice in her dormitory.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jun 27, 2008 21:06:20 GMT -5
[That’s okay, May. Personally, I have no idea where my stamina comes from. Lately, however, it’s been running dry. I just attempted to start the next chapter of A Twisted Turn of Events and I’m sorry to say that it was a complete failure. But I did manage to complete that new one-shot (The Thirteenth Cell) that I mentioned last week and posted if you’re interested. Your last RP post was great! The part where Kit says “’Run, Esmé, run!’” made me laugh. And it’s fine by me if you’d like to start using double apostrophes. And thank you for your last comment, lordi. That’s exactly what I imagine when I think of Esmé’s past.] Jerome burst through the front door of the hospital wing, followed closely by Esmé. Andrew was laying in one of six or seven available beds, his right leg propped up on a pair of pillows with an icepack folded over it. “Andrew, just what were you thinking?” Jerome demanded, unable to keep the anger out of his voice. His parents were probably going to blame him for the entire incident (his father in particular) and he was not looking forward to it. “The other boys were teasing me!” Andrew blurted out. “They said that I didn’t have the guts to climb up onto the tool shed because I wasn’t able to climb the rope in gym class today. I was only trying to prove them wrong.” “By putting yourself in harm’s way? Do you have any idea of the danger you put yourself in, or how lucky you are to have only suffered a broken leg?” “Jerome,” Esmé said, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I know it isn’t my place to pry, but don’t you think you’re being just a little bit harsh on your brother?” Jerome’s face softened and he felt his anger dissipate slightly. Lifting his hand to his shoulder, he rested his hand on Esmé’s. “You’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry, Andrew.” “Who are you?” Andrew asked Esmé. Esmé smiled down at the little boy, who was the spitting image of the one whose hand was resting on hers. “I am Esmé Gigi Genevieve Salinger,” she said, “and it is a pleasure to meet you, Andrew.” “Are you my brother’s girlfriend?” “Honestly, Andrew,” Jerome said before Esmé could get a word in. “Where are your manners?” “Oh, Jerome, don’t scold him,” Esmé begged. “He was only asking a question. Make that a perfectly understandable question.” “So it’s true, then?” Andrew asked. “Is what true, honey?” Andrew smiled smugly. “That you’re Jerome’s girlfriend, of course.” Jerome felt Esmé’s hand shift a little underneath his. However, before either of them could get a word in, the nurse, Kathy, returned from where she had evidently been hidden away in the bathroom. She was holding a cup of water in one hand and a few pills in the other. “Here are some aspirin to help with the pain, dear,” she told Andrew. “Oh! You have some visitors, I see.” “Hello,” Jerome said. “I was wondering if it would be alright if I accompanied my brother to the hospital when the ambulance arrives.” “Well, of course it’s alright,” Kathy said as she handed Andrew the cup of water and the pills. “I don’t see any reason why it wouldn’t be.” “Will Esmé be coming, too?” Andrew asked, a ring of hope in his voice. “Andrew, I hardly think that Esmé would want to spend her Saturday night in a stuffy old hospital,” said Jerome. “I wouldn’t mind,” Esmé said. Jerome felt her hand tighten a little around his shoulder, and he stiffened. “Just because our plans have changed doesn’t mean we can’t still make the most of the evening.” “You mean you wouldn’t mind spending our first date in a place that isn’t exactly what I promised?” “Of course not,” Esmé replied. “I’m not at all used to places that appeal to the rich and famous, and so there’s no way I can possibly be disappointed.”
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Post by melon head. on Jun 27, 2008 23:55:58 GMT -5
Jacques hurried past his dorm in search of Lemony (He was going to try and do everything Kit had specified for him in one night). He stopped briefly to make sure it was locked, and the truth hit him very harshly- he was a lonely young man. The other bed in his dorm remained isolated, much to his dismay. He wondered if Jerome had a dorm-mate, or if he'd have any interest in becoming one with Jacques.
Jacques had once known a boy called Dimitri, who, like Jacques, had nursed a mono-brow. The two had been the best of friends, sharing everything. Then one day, for some stupid reason, a fight broke out between the pair, and although Dimitri apologised, Jacques found himself driven by pride to the point where he could not forgive him. As is the cruel irony of the world, Dimitri and his parents all perished in a car crash a week later. That had been what Kit was referring to. Nice one. Hit him where it hurts.
Jacques would talk to Jerome in the morning. Make friends with him. And stay friends with him. Because these things were too precious.
So for the rest of the night, the shadowy figure of Jacques Snicket could be seen floating around the school yard, first talking to his brother, then talking to Bertrand Baudelaire (Who, in the end, decided that neither Kit nor Esme was the right woman for him.) and finally, stalking back to his bedroom, having not been able to find Dewey anywhere. Satisfied with what he'd managed, he trudged towards what was his home.
He was just outside his building when the irksome and familiar face of Geraldine Julienne popped out of the bushes.
"Hello, Jacques!" she exclaimed, beaming. "What're you up to? I'm just trying to see if I can hear people talking in their dorms if I'm quiet enough."
"Just shut up, Geraldine," Jacques said, rolling his eyes.
Geraldine looked taken aback and hurt, but quickly regained her nosey attire. "Well, Jacques, do you know any dirty secrets about anyone? Got any snippets of gossip for me?"
A sudden thought struck Jacques. If he spoke to Jerome, he might have made a friend, but he certainly had no kind of female companionship. He probably could go on a blind date with one of Kit's friends, but of course, they'd think him hideous, what with his eyebrow. No, this offer seemed much more likely to respond...
"D'you want to get lunch sometime?" he asked.
"Yes," Geraldine responded before the question had been completed. "I'd love to!"
Jacques could not believe that he'd just asked out the most undesirable and annoying girl in the whole school, and what's more, she had said yes.
He walked miserably back up to the common room, where Kit was sitting by the dying flames of the fire.
"Why are you awake?"
"Couldn't sleep. Where have you been?" she asked.
"Running errands," Jacques said with a sigh.
"Good boy!" she exclaimed, but quietly, so as not to wake up the whole senior year. "What's wrong? Did you not get anything done?"
"No, no, I did. I can talk to my brother again, and Bertrand doesn't like Esme or love you."
Kit beamed. "Brilliant! You're the best! But why do you look so upset?"
In a quavering voice, Jacques told her what he had done in his moment of stupidity. She stared, her mouth hanging open stupidly, her eyes as round as the moon.
"Oh, my, God."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jun 30, 2008 11:56:31 GMT -5
[Good news, May! It seems I have recovered from (or started to at least, lol) from my writer’s block and have started writing chapter 31 of A Twisted Turn of Events the other day. I plan to have it up sometime this week, so keep an eye out.
Okay, here is an extra long one from me. I’m sorry about this.]
The ambulance soon arrived to take Andrew, and the paramedics granted both Jerome and Esmé permission to come along.
The ride to the hospital took no more than twenty minutes at most. Once they arrived, Andrew was rushed down the hallway on a gurney to surgery. Esmé sat with Jerome outside the room while he filled out paperwork.
“I hate hospitals,” Esmé commented. “It’s hard to believe I was in this very same one just a few days ago.”
Jerome looked up from the clipboard he was holding. “Were you ill?” he asked.
“No. I was visiting a friend. Kit Snicket, to be more precise.”
Jerome nodded considerately. “Oh, yes. The girl with the glasses and pencils in her hair.”
Esmé smiled. “That’s her,” she said.
“How is she?” asked Jerome.
“She’s fine.”Esmé bit her lip, watching Jerome return to his paperwork. “Except…”
Jerome lifted his head again. “What?”
Esmé frowned, feeling an onset of tears approaching. She reached into her purse for a pack of tissues, only to remember that she had forgotten to bring them in the excitement of the evening. A tear rolled down her cheek before she could stop herself, followed by another, until at last she was sobbing.
Jerome had no idea what had caused Esmé to react this way, and he set the clipboard aside so that he could take her in his arms. Reaching into his pocket, he brought out his handkerchief. But instead of handing it over, he instead folded over a corner and gently began to wipe the tears from the young woman’s eyes. He was a bit surprised when she threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his thousand-dollar suit.
As Esmé continued to sob, Jerome stroked her hair and gently ran the tips of his fingers down the curve of her spine. Eventually her harsh sobs subsided into placid breathing, and she slowly drew her face away from his chest.
For the first time since they had met, Jerome noticed just how blue Esmé’s eyes were. The fact that her tears still lingered caused her eyes to become even bluer, giving them the appearance of a cloudless summer’s sky.
“Feeling better?” Jerome asked.
Esmé nodded, wiping at her eyes and nose with the handkerchief. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I hope I didn’t ruin your suit.”
“What was it that brought about such a reaction? Surely it must have something to do with your friend.”
“It does. Kit’s leaving in a month. Beatrice and I have no idea when or if Kit will ever return to Prufrock Prep!”
“And you know that for a fact?” Jerome asked.
“She told us so herself,” explained Esmé. “It seems that the pressure being put on her by both the school and her parents is causing her all sorts of stress. That’s why she fainted.”
“Well, maybe a long rest is all she needs in order to fully recover.”
“I wish that’s all it was. But from what she’s told us, she’ll need to take medicine for the rest of her life. That’s how serious her condition is.”
“I had no idea,” Jerome said. “She seemed perfectly healthy to me when I first met her.”
“I know,” Esmé said. “Among the three of us— Kit, Beatrice, and me —Kit was always the strong one, the one who pulled everyone together during times like this. But what are we supposed to do now that she’s the one who needs strength?”
“Be her strength.”
“But I don’t know how!”
“Of course you do,” said Jerome. “Just support her in any way you can and continue being her friend. She needs that right now. Your friendship is the most valuable thing that you can possibly offer Kit. Trust me when I say that she will no doubt appreciate that.”
At that moment, the door of the room in which the paramedics had wheeled Andrew into opened and a nurse appeared.
“Your brother’s resting comfortably now,” the nurse said. “You’re welcome to come see him before he is transferred up to his room.”
“Thank you,” Jerome said.
The nurse nodded and disappeared.
Jerome turned back to Esmé. “Why don’t we go in and visit with Andrew for a little while? Then we can go down to the cafeteria and I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”
“That sounds nice,” replied Esmé. “But could you make it hot cocoa instead? I don’t particularly care much for coffee— for some reason it all tastes like chalk to me. Even the flavored kind.”
“You can have whatever you like,” Jerome said, and before he knew what he was doing he was pressing his lips against hers.
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Post by Elle on Jul 1, 2008 21:32:56 GMT -5
OMFG! You guys, this is amazing! I haven't finished reading what you've got so far (edit: done!), but still! I'm really tempted to illustrate this but I'd like your permission first as these events belong to you.
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Er... Don't you mean Esme?
Oh, and I adore the part where Lemony's mommy calls him Lemon... I dunno why but something about giving a boy the name of a fruit is just so adorable... ^-^
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Post by lordi on Jul 3, 2008 0:37:57 GMT -5
Hi I am back from my calpoll and heavy metal break. Listen you guys have done freaking amazing to do all this. But I got one question about the fanfic. Are they already members of V.F.D? They mentioned it at the begining but I wasn't sure if they all are or just some of them.
All I can say is that you guys write as well as the guy who made all this. Lemony Snickett
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Post by Elle on Jul 3, 2008 0:55:10 GMT -5
Psh, Heck Naw! No one writes as well as Mr Snicket! But Ms May and Ms Squalor are pretty gosh darn close.
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Post by lordi on Jul 4, 2008 0:58:10 GMT -5
Hmm to be honest i think they are pretty darn close. Oh yeh, i have started two fanfics. Theres a oneshot called "I Never Want to Wake Up" and a longer stupider one called "A little spot of madness
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Post by melon head. on Jul 8, 2008 17:41:43 GMT -5
[Thanks, Elle! I fixed up that Beatrice thingy... whoops... Beatrice actually is the right woman for him, so I guess I mixed that up a bit... Lordi, I will read your fan fics ASAP.]
The next morning, Kit rose early, as she did every day. She stretched, went for a jog and then helped herself to a bowl of muesli and a cup of tea for breakfast. She was in very good shape, as required for the many jobs she took on at this school. Kit wondered how much she'd be allowed to do at her next school, wherever that would be.
She'd still see people, though. Dewey, Bertrand and Beatrice were all part of V.F.D., as were, of course, Lemony and Jacques. Esme had long avoided volunteering with V.F.D. Kit and Beatrice could never get a reasonable answer out of her as to why, but they had heard mutters of words like, "Scary" and "Fire".
"We don't even deal with fire yet," Kit had reminded her friend on numerous occasions. "We're too young. Our ankles are still healing. You're not sent on missions or anything for years. All you do is go to the Training School outside of regular school. I'm sure you can make it your full-time school, but this way we get to keep up with regular studies. C'mon, Esme! It'll be fun!"
Esme had mumbled her usual retort (That they didn't take her when she was a baby, so she probably wasn't wanted anyway.) and stalked off.
Remembering this had given Kit an idea. She could enroll at the V.F.D. Training School! There would be so much to do! It would be the next-best thing to Prufrock Prep. The idea was so brilliant that Kit abandoned her muesli and went to phone her mother.
"What?" was Mrs. Snicket's groggy reply.
"Mom!" Kit exclaimed. There was silence at the other end of the phone. "Mom?"
"Who is this?"
"Kit." Nothing. "Your daughter?"
"Oh, of course! Hello, honey."
Kit was tempted to hang up on her mother right there, but she swallowed her pride and told her mom her idea. When she was done, she waited patiently, and finally, Mrs. Snicket spoke.
"I'm sorry, darling, but... your father and I think it's best that you no longer work with V.F.D."
Kit nodded, forgetting that her mother couldn't see her, and hung up. She walked bleakly back into her room, where Beatrice was still asleep, and Esme's bed was still unoccupied. For the first time in her entire life, Kit clambered back into her bed, and went back to sleep.
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Post by Elle on Jul 9, 2008 1:32:50 GMT -5
There's some illustrations in the first post on this page of my fanart thread.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 9, 2008 8:07:38 GMT -5
“Good morning.”
Esmé smiled down at the still sleeping Jerome, where the two of them had apparently fallen asleep side by side in the waiting area of the hospital. She had been dozing on his shoulder, and although she had a slight crick in her neck from it that didn’t stop her from feeling unbelievably happy as she opened her eyes.
Jerome’s own eyes fluttered open, and he grinned drowsily up at Esmé. “Morning,” he said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“I guess we should be thankful that it’s Sunday,” Esmé said, “or I daresay we’d both be late for class.”
“I’m just going to check with the doctors about Andrew’s condition. Then I’ll phone a taxicab to take us back to school.”
Esmé pouted.
“We can stop by the cafeteria first and I’ll buy you another hot chocolate,” Jerome offered.
When Esmé’s expression failed to change, Jerome tilted his head to the side.
“What is it?”
Esmé laced her arms around Jerome’s and laid her head on his shoulder once more. “Well, when we go back to school,” she said, “what next? I can’t very well be seen walking with you across the grounds. What will people think?”
“Hmm… I see your point,” Jerome said. “I had a really nice time last night, Esmé. But, as Mother always says, all good things must come to an end.”
Esmé nodded knowingly. “That’s true.”
“I’ll tell you what, though. Once I’ve gotten an update on Andrew’s condition, I’ll take you to that little café we passed by here for breakfast. How does that sound?”
Esmé’s downturned mouth immediately broke into a wide smile. “Why, it sounds smashing!” she exclaimed.
“Great!” Jerome said. “I’m just going to converse a little with the doctors first and then stop by Andrew’s room. After that, we can go.”
*** “Well, I guess one can safely assume that your favorite food is pancakes, huh?”
Jerome grinned across the table at Esmé right before shoveling another helping of blueberry pancake into his mouth. “You bet,” he said. “Although the ones they have here are nothing compared to the ones they serve at the Veritable French Diner.”
“Is that so?” Esmé asked, taking the tiniest bite of a piece of her whole wheat toast with margarine.
“Are you sure that’s all you want?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Well, I don’t mean to sound forward,” said Jerome, “but two pieces of toast doesn't exactly make up the most nutritious breakfast in the world.”
“I always have toast for breakfast,” replied Esmé firmly.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to argue.”
Jerome seemed to cower behind his plate of pancakes, and Esmé reached across the table for his hand. “Neither was I.”
Her voice was softer this time, and he felt himself relax under the velvet touch of her hand. The two of them were sitting outside of a little street corner café, watching the people bustle to and fro through the streets.
Jerome was blushing and he knew it, while Esmé continued to sit like a lady with one leg crossed over the other, both of them enjoying the other’s company.
They only wished that their time together never had to end.
Reason for Editing: Needed to replace "corn muffin" with "whole wheat toast" to avoid looking extremely stupid.
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