log: Shay and Bailey
Who: Bailey and Shay
When: Thursday, September 8, 2011
Where: Sullivan Family Library
What: A study buddy session
Bailey had her book propped open in front of her on the library table. Her chair was pushed back and she leaning across the top of the table, her chin resting on the hardwood, her hair in her eyes. Blowing upwards, she tried to get it off her face without moving her hands, but it only resulted in more hair falling into her way. Lifting her head a little over the top of the book, she glanced at Shay again, smiling a bit.
Sighing exaggeratedly, she up straight in her chair, tossing her hair over one shoulder. “I can’t believe people do homework on a daily basis. It’s exhausting,” she whined.
Shay tried to hide her smile as she turned the page of her book. Their little study session was a welcome break from the current Rose drama. “I can’t believe you complain this much.” She teased. “Not nearly as cool as I hoped my study buddy would be.” She eyed Bailey again before looking back down, sliding down some in her seat to try to hide her now full blown smile.
Bailey raised one eyebrow slowly. “Oh, yeah. You’re real cool, doing your homework.” She lifted herself up a little higher, grabbing the top of Shay’s book and pulling it flat on the table. “Whatever you’re reading isn’t half as interesting as I am.”
Shay frowned and crossed her arms. Her eyes met Bailey’s and there was a silent staring contest. Shay gave in first. She leaned forward for her book, flipped it over to mark her page and then slid it out of reach. “Fine.” She said with a smirk. “Since you refuse to let me be productive it is now your job to entertain me.”
Smirking, Bailey rocked her chair back onto two legs, her hands braced against the table. “I can do that.” Setting the chair back on all fours, she dropped her chin to her hands and continued to stare at Shay. There was something about the other girl she liked looking at, though she couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was her hair, the way it hung over her shoulders, or maybe it was her smile. “How do I do that?”
Shay laughed and shook her head. She reached across the table for her book but Bailey moved it further away and her fingers ended up brushing the back of the other girl’s hand instead. “Okay, fine.” She said as she shook her head, grumbling. “I’m going to have to get a real study buddy.” Shay wanted to learn things about Bailey she just didn’t know if she wanted Bailey to know that. “You can tell me about your favorite... anything. What is something that is your favorite?”
“Something that’s my favorite?” Bailey sucked in her bottom lip a little, thinking. “Well, I like surfing. And poetry, but you already knew that.” She tapped her fingers on the table top. “What about you?”
“I...” Shay began but trailed off as her gaze moved back to Bailey’s lips. “I,” she tried again, “would’ve liked to learn something I could bribe you with. So that we can, I don’t know, actually study when we’re supposed to.”
“Well, that’s boring,” Bailey said. She smiled crookedly. “Fine. Let’s see. Hmmm.” She brought her hand to her mouth and tapped one finger against her bottom lip. “I like to spend my weekends, if I’m not surfing, on the couch. Watching the Food Network. In slippers.”
Shay bit her bottom lip and looked away. She leaned over to move her backpack then straightened back up. Laughing as she heard the reply she finally said, “That’s adorable. I like the cake shows. It’s like it’s own form of sculpture. Which, something that is my favorite, is Art. I sketch, sort of, but I like anything really.”
Bailey smiled. “I like... all the shows. The one where they eliminate a chef every round is my favorite. I mean,” she said, toeing off a shoe and pulling her leg up, wrapping her arm around it and resting her chin on her knee. “I can’t cook, but I love to watch other people do it.” She eyed Shay’s backpack. “You sketch, huh? You any good, or...”
Shay nodded. She knew the show. But the ones with cake and sugar pieces were definitely her favorite. “Oh, I um...” Shay hesitated before reaching over to pull out her sketch book. “I mean, it’s kind of weird to judge yourself. So I mean...” she set the book on the table. “You can, I guess look...if you want.”
“I want,” Bailey said, grabbing the sketch pad and opening it. She turned the pages slowly, twisting the book around when she needed to. She looked up at Shay every couple of pages, smiling softly. Finally, she reached the last drawing and closed the book slowly. “You’re not good,” she decided. “You’re... really, really, really good.”
“I... thanks.” Shay said with a smiled and a blush. She wasn’t sure when or how things had shifted. A few seconds ago she’d been playfully teasing the other girl and now it felt like something had flipped. Maybe it was because she wasn’t used to having the attention of someone else like this. It was nice. Shay really liked that Bailey seemed interested in things that were going on with her. “I’ve... never surfed before. What’s it like?”
Bailey let out a soft moan. “It’s amazing. The water rushes in your ears and the board is slippery, but steady, under your feet and you cut through the water so smoothly if you do it right. There’s nothing better than that. At least, nothing I’ve found yet. You can put your hand right against a wave as you ride and...” She glanced sheepishly at Shay. “It’s amazing.”
Shay smiled softly. “I think, well, I don’t know how it would happen. But, if I could, I think I would like to draw you someday while you’re surfing.”
“Yeah?” Bailey tilted her head to the side. “It wouldn’t be easy, but if you drew me half as good as those other drawings? It would totally be worth going after every wave.” She debated asking her next question but threw caution to the wind as she chewed on her fingernail. “Would you wear a bathing suit, or are you one of those girls who wears pants and sweatshirt to the beach?”
“I’m from Atlanta, honey.” Shay said with a laugh, momentarily mimicking her Nana’s slight southern drawl. “I spend a lot of my time in shorts and tank tops. I had to buy more pants and sweatshirts to bring here and I have a few different bathing suits that I left at home.”
Bailey put her hands up in front of her. “Okay, okay. I bet I could get you to surf, you know. You have the build for it.” She studied Shay’s face for a moment. “I bet you’d be really good, too.”
“Oh, I... run cross country and I’m on crew.” Shay said looking down at herself then back up at Bailey. Her voice lifted at the end making her statement more of a question.
“Knew it. Okay, well, I didn’t know it specifically, but I knew it.” Bailey thumbed the edge of Shay’s sketchpad. She had a problem sitting still and was constantly touching things. Surfing helped. It made her concentrate on something, really concentrate. But when she was nervous and especially if she was sitting in one place, she started to fidget. Shay probably thought she was having a fit. Quit it, she told herself. Pay attention to the pretty girl, Bailey. She smiled at Shay again. “Sorry,” she said, pulling her hand back and nudging the sketchpad back across the table. “Didn’t mean to fool with it.”
“It’s fine.” Shay said as she resisted the urge to move the book or put it away. “As long as you’re not, like, taking a match to it or something we shouldn’t have a problem.” She took a breath and reached out for Bailey’s hand. “Let me see.” She said as she turned it over she traced the various lines she found. “Yeah.” She said with a smile as she looked up at Bailey. “I still don’t know how to read palms.”
Bailey smiled softly. “No?” She leaned forward a little, enjoying the warmth of Shay’s hand cradling her own. “I think I know that this is my life line,” she said, tracing over the mentioned line, her finger moving along Shay’s. “But other than that, I’m lost. Isn’t one of them supposed to tell me how many children I’ll have?”
“Yes?” Shay answered as she leaned forward some and looked down as Bailey explained. “No. It is possible.” She laughed, shaking her head but she hadn’t released Bailey’s hand. “I really have no clue.”
“So you just wanted to hold my hand,” Bailey said, smirking, though she could feel her heart in her throat as she took a risky chance. “That, or this is your master plan to get me to stop destroying your sketchpad. Which is it?”
“Well,” Shay said as she looked up at Bailey. “If I told you that then you would know and I wouldn’t be a very good master planner would I?”
Noticing that Shay still hadn’t let go of her hand, Bailey smiled a little wider. “Oh, of course. If that’s your vague, nondescript answer.”
Shay was silent for a moment. “Would it be okay? If I just wanted to hold your hand.”
Bailey smiled softly. “I’m not in the habit of denying pretty girls the things they want,” she joked. Shay hardly blinked at her. “But yes,” she continued. “That’d be very okay.”
Shay smiled, looking down at their hands then back up at Bailey. “Then I guess,” she shrugged, “that was my plan.”
“Shay Abrams,” Bailey said mockingly. “I hope this isn’t a common occurence. Getting girls alone in the corner of the library and holding their hands under the pretense of reading their palms.”
“Hey, hey,” Shay began. “I invited you into my super secret corner of the library. It’s awesome and I rarely share. But,” she let go of Bailey’s hand. “If you have a problem with my...” she paused searching for the right word, laughing as she finally said, “methods. Then I guess you can sit over there and I can sit over here and we can go back to reading.”
Bailey frowned slightly at the loss of Shay’s hand. “I was kidding,” she murmured, clenching her hands into fists, immediately tapping her fingertips against the table. She picked her book back up and thumbed through it again. “I really, really don’t want to read this.”
“I-I was too.” Shay said as she slid her hand across the table, but the moment had been broken and she was hesitant to reach for Bailey’s hand again. So instead she said, “Because I think... I mean... I...I would like to...hold your hand again and...maybe go, I mean if you want, somewhere... outside of the library with you.”
Bailey bit down on her lip as Shay stumbled through her question. “Like... out together?” she asked, eyeing Shay’s hand, close enough for her to reach.
Shay knew that if she didn’t speak soon she would loose her nerve and move her hand and mess all of this up. She didn’t want that because there was just something about Bailey. So, before she could think for too long, she said “Yes. That would be - that would be something that I would like. If-if you would?”
Fighting a wide grin, Bailey nodded slowly, her fingers inching across the table until she had Shay’s pinky and ring finger in her grasp. “I would,” she said. She knew that the light flirting they’d done hadn’t been a figment of her imagination. Shay looked beyond nervous. It was mostly adorable and somewhat amusing but Bailey didn’t want to laugh in case Shay took it the wrong way. “I really would.”
Shay smiled, sliding her hand forward so that she could take Bailey’s in hers again. “Well then, I’m going to have to ask you to read.”
Bailey groaned and wrinkled her nose as she if she had smelled something bad. Sighing, she reached for her book again with her free hand. “Fine. Fine.” She found the page she’d left off on and frowned down at it. “But I am not ecstatic about this in any fashion.”
Shay smiled then leaned across the table to press a soft kiss to Bailey’s cheek. “There might be a reward at the end.”
“Well,” Bailey said, sitting up a little straighter, eyes lighting up, her fingers flexing in Shay’s grasp. “Get reading then, Abrams.”
When: Thursday, September 8, 2011
Where: Sullivan Family Library
What: A study buddy session
Bailey had her book propped open in front of her on the library table. Her chair was pushed back and she leaning across the top of the table, her chin resting on the hardwood, her hair in her eyes. Blowing upwards, she tried to get it off her face without moving her hands, but it only resulted in more hair falling into her way. Lifting her head a little over the top of the book, she glanced at Shay again, smiling a bit.
Sighing exaggeratedly, she up straight in her chair, tossing her hair over one shoulder. “I can’t believe people do homework on a daily basis. It’s exhausting,” she whined.
Shay tried to hide her smile as she turned the page of her book. Their little study session was a welcome break from the current Rose drama. “I can’t believe you complain this much.” She teased. “Not nearly as cool as I hoped my study buddy would be.” She eyed Bailey again before looking back down, sliding down some in her seat to try to hide her now full blown smile.
Bailey raised one eyebrow slowly. “Oh, yeah. You’re real cool, doing your homework.” She lifted herself up a little higher, grabbing the top of Shay’s book and pulling it flat on the table. “Whatever you’re reading isn’t half as interesting as I am.”
Shay frowned and crossed her arms. Her eyes met Bailey’s and there was a silent staring contest. Shay gave in first. She leaned forward for her book, flipped it over to mark her page and then slid it out of reach. “Fine.” She said with a smirk. “Since you refuse to let me be productive it is now your job to entertain me.”
Smirking, Bailey rocked her chair back onto two legs, her hands braced against the table. “I can do that.” Setting the chair back on all fours, she dropped her chin to her hands and continued to stare at Shay. There was something about the other girl she liked looking at, though she couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was her hair, the way it hung over her shoulders, or maybe it was her smile. “How do I do that?”
Shay laughed and shook her head. She reached across the table for her book but Bailey moved it further away and her fingers ended up brushing the back of the other girl’s hand instead. “Okay, fine.” She said as she shook her head, grumbling. “I’m going to have to get a real study buddy.” Shay wanted to learn things about Bailey she just didn’t know if she wanted Bailey to know that. “You can tell me about your favorite... anything. What is something that is your favorite?”
“Something that’s my favorite?” Bailey sucked in her bottom lip a little, thinking. “Well, I like surfing. And poetry, but you already knew that.” She tapped her fingers on the table top. “What about you?”
“I...” Shay began but trailed off as her gaze moved back to Bailey’s lips. “I,” she tried again, “would’ve liked to learn something I could bribe you with. So that we can, I don’t know, actually study when we’re supposed to.”
“Well, that’s boring,” Bailey said. She smiled crookedly. “Fine. Let’s see. Hmmm.” She brought her hand to her mouth and tapped one finger against her bottom lip. “I like to spend my weekends, if I’m not surfing, on the couch. Watching the Food Network. In slippers.”
Shay bit her bottom lip and looked away. She leaned over to move her backpack then straightened back up. Laughing as she heard the reply she finally said, “That’s adorable. I like the cake shows. It’s like it’s own form of sculpture. Which, something that is my favorite, is Art. I sketch, sort of, but I like anything really.”
Bailey smiled. “I like... all the shows. The one where they eliminate a chef every round is my favorite. I mean,” she said, toeing off a shoe and pulling her leg up, wrapping her arm around it and resting her chin on her knee. “I can’t cook, but I love to watch other people do it.” She eyed Shay’s backpack. “You sketch, huh? You any good, or...”
Shay nodded. She knew the show. But the ones with cake and sugar pieces were definitely her favorite. “Oh, I um...” Shay hesitated before reaching over to pull out her sketch book. “I mean, it’s kind of weird to judge yourself. So I mean...” she set the book on the table. “You can, I guess look...if you want.”
“I want,” Bailey said, grabbing the sketch pad and opening it. She turned the pages slowly, twisting the book around when she needed to. She looked up at Shay every couple of pages, smiling softly. Finally, she reached the last drawing and closed the book slowly. “You’re not good,” she decided. “You’re... really, really, really good.”
“I... thanks.” Shay said with a smiled and a blush. She wasn’t sure when or how things had shifted. A few seconds ago she’d been playfully teasing the other girl and now it felt like something had flipped. Maybe it was because she wasn’t used to having the attention of someone else like this. It was nice. Shay really liked that Bailey seemed interested in things that were going on with her. “I’ve... never surfed before. What’s it like?”
Bailey let out a soft moan. “It’s amazing. The water rushes in your ears and the board is slippery, but steady, under your feet and you cut through the water so smoothly if you do it right. There’s nothing better than that. At least, nothing I’ve found yet. You can put your hand right against a wave as you ride and...” She glanced sheepishly at Shay. “It’s amazing.”
Shay smiled softly. “I think, well, I don’t know how it would happen. But, if I could, I think I would like to draw you someday while you’re surfing.”
“Yeah?” Bailey tilted her head to the side. “It wouldn’t be easy, but if you drew me half as good as those other drawings? It would totally be worth going after every wave.” She debated asking her next question but threw caution to the wind as she chewed on her fingernail. “Would you wear a bathing suit, or are you one of those girls who wears pants and sweatshirt to the beach?”
“I’m from Atlanta, honey.” Shay said with a laugh, momentarily mimicking her Nana’s slight southern drawl. “I spend a lot of my time in shorts and tank tops. I had to buy more pants and sweatshirts to bring here and I have a few different bathing suits that I left at home.”
Bailey put her hands up in front of her. “Okay, okay. I bet I could get you to surf, you know. You have the build for it.” She studied Shay’s face for a moment. “I bet you’d be really good, too.”
“Oh, I... run cross country and I’m on crew.” Shay said looking down at herself then back up at Bailey. Her voice lifted at the end making her statement more of a question.
“Knew it. Okay, well, I didn’t know it specifically, but I knew it.” Bailey thumbed the edge of Shay’s sketchpad. She had a problem sitting still and was constantly touching things. Surfing helped. It made her concentrate on something, really concentrate. But when she was nervous and especially if she was sitting in one place, she started to fidget. Shay probably thought she was having a fit. Quit it, she told herself. Pay attention to the pretty girl, Bailey. She smiled at Shay again. “Sorry,” she said, pulling her hand back and nudging the sketchpad back across the table. “Didn’t mean to fool with it.”
“It’s fine.” Shay said as she resisted the urge to move the book or put it away. “As long as you’re not, like, taking a match to it or something we shouldn’t have a problem.” She took a breath and reached out for Bailey’s hand. “Let me see.” She said as she turned it over she traced the various lines she found. “Yeah.” She said with a smile as she looked up at Bailey. “I still don’t know how to read palms.”
Bailey smiled softly. “No?” She leaned forward a little, enjoying the warmth of Shay’s hand cradling her own. “I think I know that this is my life line,” she said, tracing over the mentioned line, her finger moving along Shay’s. “But other than that, I’m lost. Isn’t one of them supposed to tell me how many children I’ll have?”
“Yes?” Shay answered as she leaned forward some and looked down as Bailey explained. “No. It is possible.” She laughed, shaking her head but she hadn’t released Bailey’s hand. “I really have no clue.”
“So you just wanted to hold my hand,” Bailey said, smirking, though she could feel her heart in her throat as she took a risky chance. “That, or this is your master plan to get me to stop destroying your sketchpad. Which is it?”
“Well,” Shay said as she looked up at Bailey. “If I told you that then you would know and I wouldn’t be a very good master planner would I?”
Noticing that Shay still hadn’t let go of her hand, Bailey smiled a little wider. “Oh, of course. If that’s your vague, nondescript answer.”
Shay was silent for a moment. “Would it be okay? If I just wanted to hold your hand.”
Bailey smiled softly. “I’m not in the habit of denying pretty girls the things they want,” she joked. Shay hardly blinked at her. “But yes,” she continued. “That’d be very okay.”
Shay smiled, looking down at their hands then back up at Bailey. “Then I guess,” she shrugged, “that was my plan.”
“Shay Abrams,” Bailey said mockingly. “I hope this isn’t a common occurence. Getting girls alone in the corner of the library and holding their hands under the pretense of reading their palms.”
“Hey, hey,” Shay began. “I invited you into my super secret corner of the library. It’s awesome and I rarely share. But,” she let go of Bailey’s hand. “If you have a problem with my...” she paused searching for the right word, laughing as she finally said, “methods. Then I guess you can sit over there and I can sit over here and we can go back to reading.”
Bailey frowned slightly at the loss of Shay’s hand. “I was kidding,” she murmured, clenching her hands into fists, immediately tapping her fingertips against the table. She picked her book back up and thumbed through it again. “I really, really don’t want to read this.”
“I-I was too.” Shay said as she slid her hand across the table, but the moment had been broken and she was hesitant to reach for Bailey’s hand again. So instead she said, “Because I think... I mean... I...I would like to...hold your hand again and...maybe go, I mean if you want, somewhere... outside of the library with you.”
Bailey bit down on her lip as Shay stumbled through her question. “Like... out together?” she asked, eyeing Shay’s hand, close enough for her to reach.
Shay knew that if she didn’t speak soon she would loose her nerve and move her hand and mess all of this up. She didn’t want that because there was just something about Bailey. So, before she could think for too long, she said “Yes. That would be - that would be something that I would like. If-if you would?”
Fighting a wide grin, Bailey nodded slowly, her fingers inching across the table until she had Shay’s pinky and ring finger in her grasp. “I would,” she said. She knew that the light flirting they’d done hadn’t been a figment of her imagination. Shay looked beyond nervous. It was mostly adorable and somewhat amusing but Bailey didn’t want to laugh in case Shay took it the wrong way. “I really would.”
Shay smiled, sliding her hand forward so that she could take Bailey’s in hers again. “Well then, I’m going to have to ask you to read.”
Bailey groaned and wrinkled her nose as she if she had smelled something bad. Sighing, she reached for her book again with her free hand. “Fine. Fine.” She found the page she’d left off on and frowned down at it. “But I am not ecstatic about this in any fashion.”
Shay smiled then leaned across the table to press a soft kiss to Bailey’s cheek. “There might be a reward at the end.”
“Well,” Bailey said, sitting up a little straighter, eyes lighting up, her fingers flexing in Shay’s grasp. “Get reading then, Abrams.”