[LOG] The Adventures of Wondergirl and Failira
February 16th, after this post.
FailiraMatheus
Isabel
So, this was awesome. Dumped again, and already he had a date with another girl.
Well. Technically it wasn't a date per se - it was just two people grabbing hot chocolate. He shouldn't think of it as a date because that way lay only more disappointment and rejection and utter, utter despair. And she probably did not think of it as a date. She probably thought of it as cheering some poor dude up. He didn't even know her after all - only that she was a girl (which made her his Type).
Regardless of these facts, Matheus skipped to the factory of dreams and love and broken heart-healing (known to other students as "the hot chocolate place") with a bounce in his heels and a song on his tongue.
Anybody who saw him would think he was practically skipping. But he wasn't because that would be totally gay.
Oh dear God what had she agreed to do? It was just hot chocolate, mind. Nothing like a date or anything like that, but would he think of it as such?
Isabel sighed, stuffing her gloved hands into the pockets of her jacket as she waited by the door to place where students went and got hot chocolate. How exactly did someone talk to someone who had their heart broken on Valentine's Day without coming across as wanting to go out with them?
It wasn't as though she had much experience with boys. There was Emi, Zach, Cayden, and Ravel, but they didn't count. She was friends with them. She didn't even really know this guy.
She supposed she could only hope he'd spare her some cheesy pick-up line. With a little smile, she waited, watching someone heading her way who was... practically skipping.
.......was that him? Oh boy.
Now where was she? Matheus glanced around, mental images of the girl awaiting him fuelling his search. Would she be tall and leggy like a model? Or medium height with curves in all the right places?
Or would she be that- that kid waiting for him by the hot chocolate place.
Oh, dammit.
He slowed, slipping into a normal walk and nodded at Isabel in greeting as he wandered up to her. "Yo. You Isabel, yeah?"
...oh dear god. It was him, wasn't it...
Of course, this being Isabel, she put on the brightest smile imaginable and gave him a wave. "Yup~ It's nice to meet you!"
"Sure," Matheus reached under his beanie to rub his permanent hat-hair, before opening the door to the cafe for her.
"Ladies first, or whatever. What're you buying?"
Sure? Yeah, he had a lot of work to do.
Still, she smiled at him and brushed past him into the little cafe, sliding her gloves off and sticking them into her coat pockets. "Hot chocolate, of course~ Maybe some whipped cream on top. It keeps it warm, you know. What do you want?"
"I'll grab one too. Maybe you should go find a table," polite sir beanie-head said, making his way up to the counter to order for her.
Aww, okay, maybe he didn't need that much work. He was certainly polite. Held the door open for her, was even now coming to order for her.
"'kay~" It didn't take her long to find a table near her favorite window, where she promptly settled down and watched him. He seemed nice enough. How had he gotten turned down five times in one week?
Matheus ordered the drinks and then brought them over carefully; one in each hand, being sure not to dislodge he cream or spill a drop. It was mostly an instinct from working in kitchens; he had seen how touchy people could get about food or drink not looking absolutely perfect.
He set down Isabel's drink in front of her gently, before placing his own in front of the opposite chair and slumping down in his seat.
He took a swing of hot chocolate and said "So, can I call ya Isa or what?"
To be honest, Isabel really wouldn't have cared if he had spilled any of it. It was just hot chocolate between friends. Well, she hoped by the end of this they could try the friends things. He seemed nice enough.
"If you want to." She frowned a little. "No one's called me that before." She paused, shifting a little to dig her wallet out of her purse. "Oh! How much do I owe you for the cocoa?"
"Nothin', don't worry about it." He continued to hoover up the hot chocolate.
What, really? Isabel paused, blinking back at him curiously for a minute before slowly stuffing her wallet away. "Now, how did such a sweet guy like you get dumped five times in one week?"
That sent him back into the stony pits of despair and he put his head in his hands. "Bad luck, I guess."
Isabel frowned, pursing her lips a bit in thought as she sipped at her hot cocoa. "There has to be something. I mean, you've been really sweet with me, and this isn't even a date..."
"Dan and Luca think my pick up lines suck," he stirred the drink with his spoon, mixing the cream in with the hot milk. "But when I tried their approach, all I hooked was a girl who already had a boyfriend."
"Pick up lines?" she asked, blinking curiously at him. "Like what?"
May as well try out the ones his brothers hadn't let him use.
"Like 'Hey, I've lost my phone number. Can I borrow yours?' or 'Hey baby, have you seen my Nobel prize around here?'"
Oh. Lines like those. No wonder the girls had told him no.
Isabel groaned and resisted the urge to hit her head on the tabletop. "No girl in her right mind enjoys pick up lines like those. Not only do they scream of desperation, but it makes you sound ridiculous when you try to say them seriously." She frowned, setting her hot cocoa back on the tabletop as she leaned forward to give Matheus a serious look. "Besides, I don't know about where you're from, but, back home? We mock lines like those."
What- what was this? What was she saying about his lines? The ones he's sat up all night composing delicately and writing down and memorising so that he could look just as smart and witty as the other boys.
They...they were mocked?
Welcome to reality, Matty.
"Whatever happened to just being yourself?" she asked. "I mean, you're being yourself with me right now, aren't you?"
"Girls at home didn't notice me when I was just being myself," well. One had. Matheus touched his beanie unconsciously. "They paid attention when I spun 'em a line though."
As he touched the beanie, Isabel had to wonder about it. Had one girl who paid attention to him given it to him? She smiled a little at the thought. If that was true, then he wasn't completely hopeless.
"Well, I can't speak for every girl, but I think I'd rather have a guy who was himself than have someone who felt he had to be someone else in order to get my attention."
"That's what everyone says," Matheus sighed. "But it never seems to work out that way in reality."
"For what it's worth?" She reached across the table to put a hand over his, giving him a comforting smile. "I think the real you is pretty amazing. I mean, you're sweet and you prove chivalry isn't dead."
Matheus' jaw dropped.
Oh Isabel. If he were entirely sure she was legal, he'd be asking her out right now. "Thank you," he said, putting his other hand over hers and squeezing. "That means a lot."
Honestly, all Matheus had to do was ask! She was legal! Younger than him, granted, but still legal. It wasn't her fault she was tiny and cute. Her genes were awesome in that regard. Or horrible, depending on how you looked at it.
"You're welcome. BUT!" She smiled brightly at him. "This means we need to find you a girlfriend!"
"Yes," Matty said. "Yes it does."
"I'm sure there are plenty of girls willing to go out with a nice guy like you!" She nodded emphatically at this. "We just have to find them. But..." She paused then, peering seriously at him over the rim of her cup. "No more of the Nobel Prize pick up lines, okay? Please?"
"If you insist," Matheus sighed, putting his drink down. Why was everyone against his master pick-up lines anyhow?
Because his master pick-up lines were silly! Why couldn't he see that?
"I do!" she exclaimed, coupling this with a very emphatic nod. "The idea is to prove to you that you can get a girl without pick-up lines at all."
That seemed impossible, but whatever. "Kay. Then what do I do instead of pick-up lines?"
"Listen to your brothers." That should have been obvious, right? "Be yourself." She paused to take a sip of her hot cocoa before speaking again. "I mean, think about it. You want the girl to like you for you, don't you?"
Well, not necessarily. He'd never really thought further than "get the girl". "Meh," he said burying his face in his hands.
'Meh'? Meh?
He had just been upset because his girl for Valentine's dumped him, hadn't he? He had been turned down five times in a week, and here he was saying "meh" to her?
"Weren't you the one who was upset because the girl you got for Valentine's Day dumped you?" she demanded, staring at him. "'Meh' is not the attitude to be having here. That is a defeatist attitude, mister."
"It's not defeatist! It's realistic!" Matheus sat up, crossed his arms and pouted.
"No, it's defeatist." She glared right back at him. "You're firmly convinced that trying to be yourself won't get you girls, but you've maybe only had one or two experiences with just being yourself around them, one of which got you a girl who already had a boyfriend. So, with that limited knowledge, you don't think that I or your brothers know what we're talking about."
This was ridiculous. It really wa...
Wait. If she could prove to him that his pick-up lines were ridiculous, surely that could convince him to give this a fair shot, right? Of course, she'd need a proper list of his pick-up lines, but maybe she could pester her brothers for that. Then again, if she pestered them to help, she could get twice or three times more data to show him to prove it.
"If I can show you that most girls dislike the pick-up lines, are you willing to stop using them so you can find a girlfriend?"
Matheus blinked slightly. How exactly was she going to prove that his mastery of pick-up lines was somehow a bad thing? Well, he decided, she probably couldn't because his lines were awesome and anybody who thought otherwise was just jealous.
...Totally.
Might as well give the chicky something to do though, right? Even if it would be impossible. "Sure. Knock yourself out." He cracked his knuckles slightly. "But I bet you'll see that my pick-up lines rule!"
Oh Matheus has no idea what he was getting into. Isabel was already forming a solid plan in her mind in her mind about how best to go about this. Sure, she would have to tweak a few things, but if she got his brothers to help out, she'd definitely have more than enough information to show him.
"I doubt it," she said with one of the brightest smiles imaginable. "But, if my research proves that the majority of the girls in our age group"--he couldn't be that much older than her, after all--"dislike the pick-up lines, you can't use them ever again. If it proves otherwise, I'll drop it, but I'm still going to help you find a girlfriend if it's the last thing I do." Everybody deserved love, after all. Even boys that were clearly spectacular failures.
"Deal," he said, finishing his hot chocolate.
"Good." Like he had a choice in the matter. "So I'm going to need a list of the pick-up lines you use.... Oh! And can I get your brothers' names again? I want to talk to them so I can get a complete profile." And see what other horrible pick-up lines Matheus tended to use that he might not disclose.
"Yeah, I can probably write you a list..." He'd have to think deeply on this one. He didn't want any of his precious lines to be forgotten. "Oh, and my brothers are Danilo and Luca- Lucas Lira. There's Diego too, but he doesn't help out so much with my dating."
"Any chance I can get the list soon-ish?" she asked, finishing her hot cocoa. "I want to begin my research as soon as possible. And it's just Danilo and Lucas that help with that?" She hoped so. It might be easier to gather information if she only had to talk to two people.
"Sure, I'll drop it off tomorrow - just tell me where your room is." He shrugged. "Yeah, just Danilo and Luca. I don't need much help."
He almost seemed to sparkle at that last statement.
"I'm in Eir Court, B25. If I'm not there, just ask Jackie to drop it on my desk."
...he didn't need much help? She begged to differ. From what she knew, the boy could use all the help he could get. Yes, she definitely needed a chat with his brothers.
FailiraMatheus
Isabel
So, this was awesome. Dumped again, and already he had a date with another girl.
Well. Technically it wasn't a date per se - it was just two people grabbing hot chocolate. He shouldn't think of it as a date because that way lay only more disappointment and rejection and utter, utter despair. And she probably did not think of it as a date. She probably thought of it as cheering some poor dude up. He didn't even know her after all - only that she was a girl (which made her his Type).
Regardless of these facts, Matheus skipped to the factory of dreams and love and broken heart-healing (known to other students as "the hot chocolate place") with a bounce in his heels and a song on his tongue.
Anybody who saw him would think he was practically skipping. But he wasn't because that would be totally gay.
Oh dear God what had she agreed to do? It was just hot chocolate, mind. Nothing like a date or anything like that, but would he think of it as such?
Isabel sighed, stuffing her gloved hands into the pockets of her jacket as she waited by the door to place where students went and got hot chocolate. How exactly did someone talk to someone who had their heart broken on Valentine's Day without coming across as wanting to go out with them?
It wasn't as though she had much experience with boys. There was Emi, Zach, Cayden, and Ravel, but they didn't count. She was friends with them. She didn't even really know this guy.
She supposed she could only hope he'd spare her some cheesy pick-up line. With a little smile, she waited, watching someone heading her way who was... practically skipping.
.......was that him? Oh boy.
Now where was she? Matheus glanced around, mental images of the girl awaiting him fuelling his search. Would she be tall and leggy like a model? Or medium height with curves in all the right places?
Or would she be that- that kid waiting for him by the hot chocolate place.
Oh, dammit.
He slowed, slipping into a normal walk and nodded at Isabel in greeting as he wandered up to her. "Yo. You Isabel, yeah?"
...oh dear god. It was him, wasn't it...
Of course, this being Isabel, she put on the brightest smile imaginable and gave him a wave. "Yup~ It's nice to meet you!"
"Sure," Matheus reached under his beanie to rub his permanent hat-hair, before opening the door to the cafe for her.
"Ladies first, or whatever. What're you buying?"
Sure? Yeah, he had a lot of work to do.
Still, she smiled at him and brushed past him into the little cafe, sliding her gloves off and sticking them into her coat pockets. "Hot chocolate, of course~ Maybe some whipped cream on top. It keeps it warm, you know. What do you want?"
"I'll grab one too. Maybe you should go find a table," polite sir beanie-head said, making his way up to the counter to order for her.
Aww, okay, maybe he didn't need that much work. He was certainly polite. Held the door open for her, was even now coming to order for her.
"'kay~" It didn't take her long to find a table near her favorite window, where she promptly settled down and watched him. He seemed nice enough. How had he gotten turned down five times in one week?
Matheus ordered the drinks and then brought them over carefully; one in each hand, being sure not to dislodge he cream or spill a drop. It was mostly an instinct from working in kitchens; he had seen how touchy people could get about food or drink not looking absolutely perfect.
He set down Isabel's drink in front of her gently, before placing his own in front of the opposite chair and slumping down in his seat.
He took a swing of hot chocolate and said "So, can I call ya Isa or what?"
To be honest, Isabel really wouldn't have cared if he had spilled any of it. It was just hot chocolate between friends. Well, she hoped by the end of this they could try the friends things. He seemed nice enough.
"If you want to." She frowned a little. "No one's called me that before." She paused, shifting a little to dig her wallet out of her purse. "Oh! How much do I owe you for the cocoa?"
"Nothin', don't worry about it." He continued to hoover up the hot chocolate.
What, really? Isabel paused, blinking back at him curiously for a minute before slowly stuffing her wallet away. "Now, how did such a sweet guy like you get dumped five times in one week?"
That sent him back into the stony pits of despair and he put his head in his hands. "Bad luck, I guess."
Isabel frowned, pursing her lips a bit in thought as she sipped at her hot cocoa. "There has to be something. I mean, you've been really sweet with me, and this isn't even a date..."
"Dan and Luca think my pick up lines suck," he stirred the drink with his spoon, mixing the cream in with the hot milk. "But when I tried their approach, all I hooked was a girl who already had a boyfriend."
"Pick up lines?" she asked, blinking curiously at him. "Like what?"
May as well try out the ones his brothers hadn't let him use.
"Like 'Hey, I've lost my phone number. Can I borrow yours?' or 'Hey baby, have you seen my Nobel prize around here?'"
Oh. Lines like those. No wonder the girls had told him no.
Isabel groaned and resisted the urge to hit her head on the tabletop. "No girl in her right mind enjoys pick up lines like those. Not only do they scream of desperation, but it makes you sound ridiculous when you try to say them seriously." She frowned, setting her hot cocoa back on the tabletop as she leaned forward to give Matheus a serious look. "Besides, I don't know about where you're from, but, back home? We mock lines like those."
What- what was this? What was she saying about his lines? The ones he's sat up all night composing delicately and writing down and memorising so that he could look just as smart and witty as the other boys.
They...they were mocked?
Welcome to reality, Matty.
"Whatever happened to just being yourself?" she asked. "I mean, you're being yourself with me right now, aren't you?"
"Girls at home didn't notice me when I was just being myself," well. One had. Matheus touched his beanie unconsciously. "They paid attention when I spun 'em a line though."
As he touched the beanie, Isabel had to wonder about it. Had one girl who paid attention to him given it to him? She smiled a little at the thought. If that was true, then he wasn't completely hopeless.
"Well, I can't speak for every girl, but I think I'd rather have a guy who was himself than have someone who felt he had to be someone else in order to get my attention."
"That's what everyone says," Matheus sighed. "But it never seems to work out that way in reality."
"For what it's worth?" She reached across the table to put a hand over his, giving him a comforting smile. "I think the real you is pretty amazing. I mean, you're sweet and you prove chivalry isn't dead."
Matheus' jaw dropped.
Oh Isabel. If he were entirely sure she was legal, he'd be asking her out right now. "Thank you," he said, putting his other hand over hers and squeezing. "That means a lot."
Honestly, all Matheus had to do was ask! She was legal! Younger than him, granted, but still legal. It wasn't her fault she was tiny and cute. Her genes were awesome in that regard. Or horrible, depending on how you looked at it.
"You're welcome. BUT!" She smiled brightly at him. "This means we need to find you a girlfriend!"
"Yes," Matty said. "Yes it does."
"I'm sure there are plenty of girls willing to go out with a nice guy like you!" She nodded emphatically at this. "We just have to find them. But..." She paused then, peering seriously at him over the rim of her cup. "No more of the Nobel Prize pick up lines, okay? Please?"
"If you insist," Matheus sighed, putting his drink down. Why was everyone against his master pick-up lines anyhow?
Because his master pick-up lines were silly! Why couldn't he see that?
"I do!" she exclaimed, coupling this with a very emphatic nod. "The idea is to prove to you that you can get a girl without pick-up lines at all."
That seemed impossible, but whatever. "Kay. Then what do I do instead of pick-up lines?"
"Listen to your brothers." That should have been obvious, right? "Be yourself." She paused to take a sip of her hot cocoa before speaking again. "I mean, think about it. You want the girl to like you for you, don't you?"
Well, not necessarily. He'd never really thought further than "get the girl". "Meh," he said burying his face in his hands.
'Meh'? Meh?
He had just been upset because his girl for Valentine's dumped him, hadn't he? He had been turned down five times in a week, and here he was saying "meh" to her?
"Weren't you the one who was upset because the girl you got for Valentine's Day dumped you?" she demanded, staring at him. "'Meh' is not the attitude to be having here. That is a defeatist attitude, mister."
"It's not defeatist! It's realistic!" Matheus sat up, crossed his arms and pouted.
"No, it's defeatist." She glared right back at him. "You're firmly convinced that trying to be yourself won't get you girls, but you've maybe only had one or two experiences with just being yourself around them, one of which got you a girl who already had a boyfriend. So, with that limited knowledge, you don't think that I or your brothers know what we're talking about."
This was ridiculous. It really wa...
Wait. If she could prove to him that his pick-up lines were ridiculous, surely that could convince him to give this a fair shot, right? Of course, she'd need a proper list of his pick-up lines, but maybe she could pester her brothers for that. Then again, if she pestered them to help, she could get twice or three times more data to show him to prove it.
"If I can show you that most girls dislike the pick-up lines, are you willing to stop using them so you can find a girlfriend?"
Matheus blinked slightly. How exactly was she going to prove that his mastery of pick-up lines was somehow a bad thing? Well, he decided, she probably couldn't because his lines were awesome and anybody who thought otherwise was just jealous.
...Totally.
Might as well give the chicky something to do though, right? Even if it would be impossible. "Sure. Knock yourself out." He cracked his knuckles slightly. "But I bet you'll see that my pick-up lines rule!"
Oh Matheus has no idea what he was getting into. Isabel was already forming a solid plan in her mind in her mind about how best to go about this. Sure, she would have to tweak a few things, but if she got his brothers to help out, she'd definitely have more than enough information to show him.
"I doubt it," she said with one of the brightest smiles imaginable. "But, if my research proves that the majority of the girls in our age group"--he couldn't be that much older than her, after all--"dislike the pick-up lines, you can't use them ever again. If it proves otherwise, I'll drop it, but I'm still going to help you find a girlfriend if it's the last thing I do." Everybody deserved love, after all. Even boys that were clearly spectacular failures.
"Deal," he said, finishing his hot chocolate.
"Good." Like he had a choice in the matter. "So I'm going to need a list of the pick-up lines you use.... Oh! And can I get your brothers' names again? I want to talk to them so I can get a complete profile." And see what other horrible pick-up lines Matheus tended to use that he might not disclose.
"Yeah, I can probably write you a list..." He'd have to think deeply on this one. He didn't want any of his precious lines to be forgotten. "Oh, and my brothers are Danilo and Luca- Lucas Lira. There's Diego too, but he doesn't help out so much with my dating."
"Any chance I can get the list soon-ish?" she asked, finishing her hot cocoa. "I want to begin my research as soon as possible. And it's just Danilo and Lucas that help with that?" She hoped so. It might be easier to gather information if she only had to talk to two people.
"Sure, I'll drop it off tomorrow - just tell me where your room is." He shrugged. "Yeah, just Danilo and Luca. I don't need much help."
He almost seemed to sparkle at that last statement.
"I'm in Eir Court, B25. If I'm not there, just ask Jackie to drop it on my desk."
...he didn't need much help? She begged to differ. From what she knew, the boy could use all the help he could get. Yes, she definitely needed a chat with his brothers.