Unexpected Present {Closed}
Apr 19, 2011 10:49:58 GMT -5
Post by Frederick Orson on Apr 19, 2011 10:49:58 GMT -5
Fred knew that what he was about to do was probably one of the most unlogical things he'd ever done, but at this point he didn't care anymore. He'd spent enough time internally arguing with himself on that one, now that he'd taken a decision he wasn't about to go back on it. His prom dress project had gone much better than hoped, and he'd just gotten it back along with his grade, which was near perfect. Obviously, he hadn't expected anything less, knowing that it was the best work he'd done so far since he'd gotten to the Academy, or at least one of his best. However, now that he had it back, he wasn't too sure what to do with it anymore. It was a prom dress after all, not like he was ever gonna wear it. And somehow, selling it seemed stupid and futile, because there was only one person in his mind who could even pull it off. Not that it was that special a gown or that unique, but still, he'd had a specific girl in mind the whole time he'd designed it and worked on it, and at the end of the day, he'd decided that it would only be the right thing to do for him to give the dress away to its rightful owner.
It wasn't as easily done as said, however, when said rightful owner as a girl who was set on hating him, and who he wasn't overly fond of at the moment, not since the last time he'd come across her and she'd lashed out at him for trying to help her out. Granted, she might have had a good reason for doing so, but it still hadn't exactly been pleasant, and since then he'd done his best to avoid her even more. The one place he couldn't avoid her, however, was the fashion design rooms, as he'd worked on the prom dress, because then she was just always in his mind, and strangely, it always had a good effect on him to think of her as he designed or sewed or anything of the sort. And for the sake of her having been his muse, though without knowing it, he owed it to her to thank her for it, some way or another. He, however, did not plan on talking to her. He'd managed to get her dorm room number - the school's computer system really wasn't that hard to crack through, maybe they should look into that - and now he was currently on his way over to the girls' dorm building, easily sneaking in and making his way over to her room. He placed the large box that contained the neatly folded dress on the floor, leaning slightly against the door, before he gave a light knock and walked off quickly, intending to be gone by the time she'd open up and notice the package on the floor.
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