TR part 6
Authors: Marina and Casey
Story: Taking Root
Challenge: Coconut 20 (I approve this message), Milk Chocolate 8 (conformity) [Marina]; Blueberry Yogurt 23 (building) [Casey]
Toppings/Extras: Caramel, Cherry (GIMP usage for Marina and chat format for Casey), Chopped Nuts, Smoothie [both]; Banana [Marina]
Word Count: 1,018
Rating: PG
Summary: [September/October] You’re invited!
Notes: I downloaded GIMP specifically for this and deeply enjoyed learning to use it. Perhaps a bit too much :P Sorin, Vlad, and Ani are full siblings in TR instead of half, hence why Sage has Dakamar as a last name instead of Opalin. Resh and Nicole will be introduced properly soon.
Dean plopped down at the desktop, glancing over his shoulder one more time to make sure his dad was absorbed in planning out the next class project, before pulling up Firefox and logging on to Facebook. First thing, before he even glanced at the top bar, which indicated new friends requests or messages, he opened the chat system and grinned, double clicking on the little icon by "Sage Dakamar."
Dean Dakamar:
Hey!
Sage Dakamar:
Dean, hey, kid! I was hoping you might hop on. Uncle Sorin’s busy?
He rolled his eyes at her insistence at calling him a kid, just because she was three years older.
Dean Dakamar:
Yeah, busy with his beginner class. How are you?
Sage Dakamar:
Just fine, got a call from Dad. >.< He’s as crazy as ever. Have I mentioned lately that you two were smart to run away?
Dean laughed out loud and then quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, checking to make sure that Sorin had not noticed.
Dean Dakamar:
Not recently. Talked to Renie?
Sage Dakamar:
:( No, I think Aunt Ani got wise to her, but hopefully Renie will be able to use her charm and get herself back online soon. Or Uncle Ren gets through to her.
It might also be their internet. It can be sketchy over there.
Dean Dakamar:
Yeah, I suppose that’s what happens when you go to a third world country.
Sage Dakamar:
So true. Hold on, someone’s knocking, brb.
It was only then that he clicked on the Home tab to scan his feed. Dean had only joined Facebook to talk to his two cousins: Sage, who was a sophomore in college, and ten-year-old Renie, who had convinced her father to set her up a Facebook account when they had moved across the world. Due to that, his friends list was rather short and ninety-five percent of them were recent in additions in the past month from Madison High, mostly Carrie, Chase and their friends. He would totally admit, to himself only, that he stalked the group, envious of the easy way they communicated with each other and almost endlessly amused by the commentary they provided on their own lives and those of the others. For a few reasons, Dean had made himself hard to search, but it had not taken Carrie long to demand he friend her, which had resulted in a mass wave of friendings from the rest of them.
As he scanned the first few, something caught his eye in the right hand column. “One event invitation?” he muttered, frowning.
Dean Dakamar:
Sage, did you invite me to yet another thing I can’t go to at your school?
He clicked on the link and his jaw dropped a bit as he read it. Carrie Michaels invited you… He read it again, not noticing the click that indicated that Sage had responded. It took three of those before he heard it and glanced down at the little box.
Sage Dakamar:
No…why?
Why?
Dean, damnit answer me!
Dean Dakamar:
Nvm, hold on.
Sage Dakamar:
Oh, no, you don’t get to do that. Get invited some place by a girl? ;)
Dean Dakamar:
…
How do you DO that?
Sage Dakamar:
Love you too, little cuz. Is she cute?
Dean Dakamar:
It’s only a birthday party for a friend. Don’t be stupid.
Sage Dakamar:
You’re the one freaking out about it. And you didn’t answer my question. Is she cute?
Dean stared at the invite, unable to help laughing at Resh’s and Chase’s commentary. Hesitating, his mouse hovered over the “I’m Attending” button.
Sage Dakamar:
You had better go.
He chuckled, shook his head, and hit the button.
Dean Dakamar:
Already said so.
Sage Dakamar:
Bet you only did because I said that.
Dean Dakamar:
Hate you! :)
He scrolled, noting that all the usual suspects had been invited and no one on the list was a surprise, except maybe himself. He assumed that Laura was Chase’s sister.
Dean beamed at his computer, already excited about the idea. He expected that it would be a bit intimidating because he was not completely comfortable with all of them yet, especially Resh and Nicole Solaris, whose enthusiasm could be more than a little overwhelming. Chase also left him a bit cold sometimes, but Dean was almost completely certain it was not because of him. He figured that is was probably something Chase struggled with personally. He recognized the signs well enough from his and his dad’s occasional bad days, although he found those had not been too hard to hide at school.
A click drew his attention back to the chat window.
Sage Dakamar:
I know :P So things are good? No issues and no unwelcome guests?
Dean Dakamar:
If you’re asking about Edward, then no. No sign.
Dad’s worried but we’re both hopeful it’s done for good.
Sage Dakamar:
Got my fingers crossed for you, cuz.
Look, the knock earlier? That was Nate, and he wants us to go see a movie in an hour, so I should go. I’d tell you to say hi to Uncle Sorin, but I know you’re all secretive. Talk to you soon?
Dean Dakamar:
Have fun with the boytoy!
Yeah, you know me, I’ll be around!
Sage Dakamar:
You call him that again and I’ll fly out there to beat you.
Dean Dakamar:
Damn, caught me ;) Bye!
Sage Dakamar:
Bye!
Sage Dakamar is offline.
He let out a breath, closing the window and staring again at the invitation, until he heard his dad getting up. He hastily logged off and closed the window, wondering how to let Sorin know about the party without admitting to being on Facebook. After a moment of pondering, he decided to mention it the next day, as if Carrie had talked about it in school. He had no doubt his father would be so excited, no mention would ever need to be made of Facebook.
Grinning, he pushed himself out of the chair and trotted towards the kitchen to help with dinner.
Story: Taking Root
Challenge: Coconut 20 (I approve this message), Milk Chocolate 8 (conformity) [Marina]; Blueberry Yogurt 23 (building) [Casey]
Toppings/Extras: Caramel, Cherry (GIMP usage for Marina and chat format for Casey), Chopped Nuts, Smoothie [both]; Banana [Marina]
Word Count: 1,018
Rating: PG
Summary: [September/October] You’re invited!
Notes: I downloaded GIMP specifically for this and deeply enjoyed learning to use it. Perhaps a bit too much :P Sorin, Vlad, and Ani are full siblings in TR instead of half, hence why Sage has Dakamar as a last name instead of Opalin. Resh and Nicole will be introduced properly soon.
Dean plopped down at the desktop, glancing over his shoulder one more time to make sure his dad was absorbed in planning out the next class project, before pulling up Firefox and logging on to Facebook. First thing, before he even glanced at the top bar, which indicated new friends requests or messages, he opened the chat system and grinned, double clicking on the little icon by "Sage Dakamar."
Dean Dakamar:
Hey!
Sage Dakamar:
Dean, hey, kid! I was hoping you might hop on. Uncle Sorin’s busy?
He rolled his eyes at her insistence at calling him a kid, just because she was three years older.
Dean Dakamar:
Yeah, busy with his beginner class. How are you?
Sage Dakamar:
Just fine, got a call from Dad. >.< He’s as crazy as ever. Have I mentioned lately that you two were smart to run away?
Dean laughed out loud and then quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, checking to make sure that Sorin had not noticed.
Dean Dakamar:
Not recently. Talked to Renie?
Sage Dakamar:
:( No, I think Aunt Ani got wise to her, but hopefully Renie will be able to use her charm and get herself back online soon. Or Uncle Ren gets through to her.
It might also be their internet. It can be sketchy over there.
Dean Dakamar:
Yeah, I suppose that’s what happens when you go to a third world country.
Sage Dakamar:
So true. Hold on, someone’s knocking, brb.
It was only then that he clicked on the Home tab to scan his feed. Dean had only joined Facebook to talk to his two cousins: Sage, who was a sophomore in college, and ten-year-old Renie, who had convinced her father to set her up a Facebook account when they had moved across the world. Due to that, his friends list was rather short and ninety-five percent of them were recent in additions in the past month from Madison High, mostly Carrie, Chase and their friends. He would totally admit, to himself only, that he stalked the group, envious of the easy way they communicated with each other and almost endlessly amused by the commentary they provided on their own lives and those of the others. For a few reasons, Dean had made himself hard to search, but it had not taken Carrie long to demand he friend her, which had resulted in a mass wave of friendings from the rest of them.
As he scanned the first few, something caught his eye in the right hand column. “One event invitation?” he muttered, frowning.
Dean Dakamar:
Sage, did you invite me to yet another thing I can’t go to at your school?
He clicked on the link and his jaw dropped a bit as he read it. Carrie Michaels invited you… He read it again, not noticing the click that indicated that Sage had responded. It took three of those before he heard it and glanced down at the little box.
Sage Dakamar:
No…why?
Why?
Dean, damnit answer me!
Dean Dakamar:
Nvm, hold on.
Sage Dakamar:
Oh, no, you don’t get to do that. Get invited some place by a girl? ;)
Dean Dakamar:
…
How do you DO that?
Sage Dakamar:
Love you too, little cuz. Is she cute?
Dean Dakamar:
It’s only a birthday party for a friend. Don’t be stupid.
Sage Dakamar:
You’re the one freaking out about it. And you didn’t answer my question. Is she cute?
Dean stared at the invite, unable to help laughing at Resh’s and Chase’s commentary. Hesitating, his mouse hovered over the “I’m Attending” button.
Sage Dakamar:
You had better go.
He chuckled, shook his head, and hit the button.
Dean Dakamar:
Already said so.
Sage Dakamar:
Bet you only did because I said that.
Dean Dakamar:
Hate you! :)
He scrolled, noting that all the usual suspects had been invited and no one on the list was a surprise, except maybe himself. He assumed that Laura was Chase’s sister.
Dean beamed at his computer, already excited about the idea. He expected that it would be a bit intimidating because he was not completely comfortable with all of them yet, especially Resh and Nicole Solaris, whose enthusiasm could be more than a little overwhelming. Chase also left him a bit cold sometimes, but Dean was almost completely certain it was not because of him. He figured that is was probably something Chase struggled with personally. He recognized the signs well enough from his and his dad’s occasional bad days, although he found those had not been too hard to hide at school.
A click drew his attention back to the chat window.
Sage Dakamar:
I know :P So things are good? No issues and no unwelcome guests?
Dean Dakamar:
If you’re asking about Edward, then no. No sign.
Dad’s worried but we’re both hopeful it’s done for good.
Sage Dakamar:
Got my fingers crossed for you, cuz.
Look, the knock earlier? That was Nate, and he wants us to go see a movie in an hour, so I should go. I’d tell you to say hi to Uncle Sorin, but I know you’re all secretive. Talk to you soon?
Dean Dakamar:
Have fun with the boytoy!
Yeah, you know me, I’ll be around!
Sage Dakamar:
You call him that again and I’ll fly out there to beat you.
Dean Dakamar:
Damn, caught me ;) Bye!
Sage Dakamar:
Bye!
Sage Dakamar is offline.
He let out a breath, closing the window and staring again at the invitation, until he heard his dad getting up. He hastily logged off and closed the window, wondering how to let Sorin know about the party without admitting to being on Facebook. After a moment of pondering, he decided to mention it the next day, as if Carrie had talked about it in school. He had no doubt his father would be so excited, no mention would ever need to be made of Facebook.
Grinning, he pushed himself out of the chair and trotted towards the kitchen to help with dinner.