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Post by Hermes on Oct 4, 2011 8:08:06 GMT -5
Is Jake's father Oooooooooooooooooooooolaf, by any chance? That would explain his forbidden-ness, wouldn't it? An excellent chapter, indeed.
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Post by soufflé on Oct 4, 2011 16:55:12 GMT -5
Aww thanks, you guys And as for Jake's father...we will see.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Oct 4, 2011 20:03:04 GMT -5
Aww, that was really lovely! Sunny and Jake seem to be growing closer, which is all kinds of wonderful. His friends seem nice, even if they do snort Pixy Stix. Ah, the things some teenage boys do. LOL.
It's sad that Esme waited so long to form a relationship with her son; the fact that it was due to children being out is very Esme, though. Even so, it's a shame that having a child wasn't enough to change her completely. Thankfully Jake seems to take more after Jerome, even if they aren't blood-related.
Your story actually reminds me a lot of my very first ASoUE fic. It was about Esme's and Olaf's daughter, who befriends Beatrice and Sunny while uncovering the mysteries of the biological father she never knew.
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Post by soufflé on Oct 5, 2011 15:57:10 GMT -5
Your story actually reminds me a lot of my very first ASoUE fic. It was about Esme's and Olaf's daughter, who befriends Beatrice and Sunny while uncovering the mysteries of the biological father she never knew. That's interesting. Haha, I guess great minds think alike
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Oct 5, 2011 22:08:14 GMT -5
That's interesting. Haha, I guess great minds think alike *smiles* No other description could be more in than that. ^^
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Post by csc on Oct 6, 2011 13:08:23 GMT -5
Oh, oh! If he is Olaf afterall, that would be incredible . You write very well
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Post by soufflé on Oct 6, 2011 20:48:43 GMT -5
Thank youuu
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Post by soufflé on Oct 24, 2011 21:34:13 GMT -5
I am soooo terribly sorry for the lack of updates. I have so been busy with certain school assignments, Smashing Pumpkins concerts, and writing other fics, that I have neglected this one. My apologies!
At long last, chapter 5!
Sunny breathed in the warm smell of the coffee shop. Everything inside was made of dark wood and the aromas of coffee, cinnamon, and chocolate hung in the air. She gave a small sigh of comfort and unbuttoned her wool coat. “So,” Jake said, as they sat at a small table in the corner, “it’s time to show me those drawings of yours.” He leaned toward her, sipping his cappuccino. “Not until I see your photography collection,” Sunny challenged, returning his large grin. He shrugged and withdrew a folder from his backpack. The front of it was covered in small doodles that he had made, the majority portraying cartoon-like characters with large heads or overweight dogs. Sliding it across the table, he said, “Go ahead.” After giggling at his little comics on the front, she carefully opened the folder to see several black and white photographs, most of them depicting the sky, trees, or other aspects of nature. She looked closely at each image, intently studying the scenery with a small smile. “Where do you take these?” she asked. Jake shrugged. “My backyard, the park. Pretty much anywhere I see something that catches my eye.” “They’re really good,” she said, looking at a picture of the sun gleaming off of a snow-covered tree limb. “You really have talent.” His eyes lit up. “Thanks.” He took a drink from his mug again. “I work really hard on these.” She came to the last picture in the folder, which, unlike the others, was in color. It showed a girl sitting on a brightly colored patchwork quilt, looking at someone or something across the room. Her long, brown locks were covering her face, protecting her identity. “Who’s this?” Sunny asked curiously, gesturing to the image. “No one,” Jake said dismissively, taking the picture from her. “Just my ex-girlfriend.” “Oh.” Sunny gently placed the pictures back in the folder and gave it back to him. “What...happened to her?” “She moved away.” He shrugged. “She never told me where. She just kinda...left.” Sunny watched his face as he talked. His eyes began to dart back and forth, a nervous habit on which she had quickly picked up. She decided to change the subject. “This is my drawing book,” she said, taking the worn blue sketchpad out of her bag. “You can take a look...if you want.” “Sure,” he replied, his sea green eyes once again focused. “I bet they’re all great.” His smile was back. She placed the book in front of him on the wooden table, which was covered in rings from coffee mugs. He picked the book up and flipped through the pages carefully, as if each thin piece of paper were a rare treasure. His smile grew larger. “These are...” he started, handing the book back to her, “these are...brilliant. How the hell do you draw like this?” She laughed. “I don’t know. I’m glad you like them.” “They’re really amazing,” he said, eyeing her over the rim of his coffee cup. “Thanks, Jake.” Sunny blushed a little and looked up to the clock, which hung above a shelf filled with different selections of coffee beans. “I think Autumn will be at the school to pick me up soon,” she told her friend. “Maybe we should start walking back over there.” “Alright,” Jake replied, rising and putting on his backpack. They left their unclean mugs on the designated tray and stepped back outside into the snow. Sunny and Jake had only just reached the school as Autumn’s silver car turned into the circle. Sunny waved at her and then turned to Jake.
"I'll see you soon," she told him. "Okay?"
"Yeah, see you tomorrow. Hope your arm feels better." He smiled.
She began to walk toward the car, but he ran over and stopped her.
"Yes?" she turned to look at him.
Suddenly, to her surprise, he pulled her into a hug. She hugged him back for a little, and then they both realized that she had to go and pulled away quickly.
"This was fun," he said. "Let's do this again sometime, okay?"
She nodded, her smile almost as big as his.
"Bye, Sunny." He grinned and started to trudge his way down to the bus stop.
"Bye, Jake," she murmured, and then ran over to Autumn's car.
"Hello," Autumn greeted her as she climbed into the leather seat of the vehicle.
"Hi," Sunny replied, placing her bag at her feet, closing the door, and attempting to buckle her seatbelt with one hand.
"Here, let me help," Autumn said, clicking the buckle into place for Sunny.
"Thank you." Sunny smiled gratefully.
"It's no problem."
Sunny gazed out of the window as they drove down the street toward their neighborhood. She kept her eyes peeled for Jake, and then realized that he had walked the other way. Disappointed, she settled for looking at the trees and the buildings.
The buildings looked rather melancholy and gray in the winter afternoon. Dirt from people's shoes had caused the snow on the sidewalk to become slush. However, the parks were quite beautiful still, and Sunny looked at the pure, white snow that covered the paths.
She smiled, thinking that Jake would love to take a picture of it. Then her smile disappeared when she thought of the picture of the girl on the bed.
It's alright. She moved away. She left him. she told herself. But why in the world would she leave someone like him?
Her thoughts were interrupted by Autumn's voice.
"Who was that you were with before?"
"Oh, that's my friend," Sunny explained. "His name is Jake."
"You two were getting pretty close before you left, weren't you?" Autumn teased.
"It's not like that," Sunny said sheepishly.
Autumn laughed, but not meanly. "Alright, Sunny."
Later that evening, as Sunny sat on her bed doing geometry homework, Violet appeared at her door.
"Oh, hey," Sunny said with a smile.
"Hi," Violet said warmly. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine," Sunny said. "I'm almost done with my homework. It hasn't taken too long."
"Good." Violet came over and sat on Sunny's bed. Then she seemed to remember something and grimaced. "Guess whom I encountered at the supermarket today?"
"Who?" Sunny asked, putting down her pencil.
"Esme Squalor," Violet replied distastefully.
Sunny feigned an expression of shock. "She survived the Hotel Denouement fire?"
"Apparently," her sister answered. "See, she first came over to me while I was buying oranges to tell me that my coat was completely out, but then she realized who I was and nearly screamed."
Sunny could not help but laugh.
"We didn't talk for long, naturally, since I don't care for her much, but she did tell me something about having to go to Boston Arts Academy to pick someone up. Do you think she has a child at your school?"
Sunny said nothing, then shook her head. "I haven't met anyone with the surname 'Squalor'," she lied.
"Hmm," Violet said thoughtfully. "By now, I suppose Carmelita is too old to be in school, so I don't know who it could be. But I'm sure her child is as awful as she is. I hope you don't meet him or her."
Sunny looked down, nodding.
"Well, Sunny, I guess we will never be rid of her, unfortunately," Violet said, starting toward the door. "But at least Olaf is dead."
"Yes," Sunny agreed quietly.
She had heard much about Count Olaf and his treacherous schemes to steal the Baudelaire fortune from her siblings, but she couldn't specifically remember her experiences with him. She knew they had been horrible, though, and that he and Esme had caused her and her siblings so much woe. She still had vague memories of Olaf's dirty, unshaven face, and those shiny, shiny, eyes...
Then the thought came to her.
What if some part of Olaf was living on in the world? What if...he had a child?
What if Olaf is Jake's father?
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Post by Hermes on Oct 25, 2011 9:26:06 GMT -5
Oh! So Sunny has realised! (Of course, we have the advantage of having read ASOUE, and of knowing the title of the fic, so you can't really blame her for not spotting it earlier.)
I wonder if Jake's ex-girlfriend is anyone in particular.
Anyway, the excitement grows! I'll be interested to see what happens next.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Oct 26, 2011 10:57:56 GMT -5
I have to head out in a little bit, and haven't the necessary time it takes to read and review, but be assured I will be, later on. Please don't worry when you update - I've spent a few days away from 667, myself. Stuff happens, after all. Just remember that we all understand, and that we're very glad to see you back.
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Post by csc on Oct 26, 2011 11:52:54 GMT -5
Great work, as always. And Jake's past is still very mysterious... Who is that girl? You have us wondering. I just don't understand why Sunny doesn't tell Violet about Jake.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Oct 26, 2011 18:49:42 GMT -5
I enjoyed the little scene with Sunny and Jake, sharing with each other one another's artwork. I liked Jake's doodles, too. Overweight dogs? LOL.
The idea of Esme nearly screaming when she figured who the woman in the so-called 'out' coat was made me laugh. XD Yeah, I don't suppose our fabulous fashionista would ever fully abandon her obsession with in and out things, even after she became a mother. I thought it unfair the way Violet would just presume that any child of Esme's would be as terrible as she; though it is easy to understand the reason behind Violet's assumption. I hope that, when she finally does meet Jake, that she'll change her tune.
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Post by Invisible on Oct 27, 2011 12:52:18 GMT -5
Anther great chapter! And I agree with Emma. That bit about the overweight dogs made me LOL ;D
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Post by soufflé on Oct 27, 2011 20:06:25 GMT -5
Thank you for the compliments everyone. ;D
And the overweight dogs part...I'm not sure how I thought of that. Well chubby dogs are often cute.
Update most likely coming this weekend!
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Oct 28, 2011 9:44:17 GMT -5
Thank you for the compliments everyone. ;D You're welcome, Sophie. They most certainly are. ^^ Great! I'll be around, especially if the forecast for snow turns out to be more than just a possibility.
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