Can I be your inspiration?
Sept 25, 2008 0:46:14 GMT -5
Post by Ella Cruz on Sept 25, 2008 0:46:14 GMT -5
Ella stood in front of her mirror, starring at herself intently she studied her large green eyes framed by there eyelashes dark compared to her light hair. Moving on to her lips which she had always believed to be too “pouty”, moving to her petite body, Ella mumbled to herself “Great I look like an elf…” Laughing Ella shook her head, and thought to herself “Then I’ll be the cutest elf I can be…” Ella hated being in a sour mood, and so she did what she did when cranky… Besides dancing… she decided to visit James. Pulling a brush through her hair, Ella took one last look into the mirror and smirked, she definitely looked like a dancer in her short green flowy dress and white footless tights. Walking out the door , Ella placed a pair of large white sunglasses on her face and made her way to the only place her boyfriend would be at this time… an art classroom.
Making a quick stop to load up on food, seeing as when James was in the mist of his work, food was often not a priority. Lightly walking up to the art classrooms, Ella tried to balance two cups of coffee a bag of donuts her iPod and her cell phone. Trying to adjust her ever falling bag strap Ella managed to do the one thing she did not want to do, bump into another person… “Oh dear I’m so so so sorry, please tell me I didn’t burn you with the coffee… are you ok? Do you speak?” Ella asked in an amused voice, it seemed the freshman she had bumped into (she believed he was a freshman seeing as he looked so young) wouldn’t talk, not to yell at her or confirm he was ok. Looking back at him Ella laughed and said “Sweetheart … your blocking my path…” The freshman looked back to the door he had come out of and said softly “Erm James is in there rather erm concentrated I don’t think you want to go in there.” And with that the hurried young man walked past her and out to the open air and blue sky.
Ella shook her head and wondered what had James done to scare off the poor boy. Standing before the door, Ella tried to figure out how to open it without dropping anything. Counting her hail Mary’s, Ella thrust her hand out and opened the door, sighing with relief that she had managed to not drop anything. Softly leaning on the door Ella stood there and waited for James to realize he was not alone, Ella wondered what he would notice first the smell of coffee or the sounds from outside the open door let in. Smiling widely Ella, watched as a frustrated (or so it seemed) James worked and looked on in awe as he looked so intently at his painting, tilting her head to the side Ella decided that the noise and smell of coffee weren’t making any break through. (Seeing as she had been standing there for five minutes) And with that Ella her voice full of humor said “What did you do to the poor freshman that ran out?”