History Lessons [Mikaela]

[gregory ryan dalton]

Greg was sure that he had better things to be doing. Homework, for example. Calling his girlfriend. Checking in on his little sister. Helping his mom with dinner. Working out. All valid occupations of his time. Instead of wandering the library, pretending to be looking for resources for his history project. He had no intention of doing any work that day. He knew that. Just being at the library was a lie in and of itself. But the fact was, he didn't want to do any of those things he should be doing.

He didn't want to do school work. He didn't want to talk to Claire. He definitely didn't want to go home. Working out would be nice, he supposed, but he didn't think he had the immediate attention span that would require at the moment. Sighing, he just shook his head and meandered into the nonfiction section. Might at least keep up the charade of a good student.

Peering over the spines of the books, Greg popped his lips absently. He had come straight from school so he was still in uniform, hands tucked into his pockets. A girl in the far corner wore a PHA uniform (with the addition of a knit skullie) but Greg didn't recognize her. Which was odd, really, because Greg actually knew quite a few PHA-ers. Shrugging it off as nonconsequential, he looked back to the books.

How long could he stretch this pointless visit? Maybe he would just give Lila a call... His hand even shuffled in his pocket, fumbling for his cell phone. She could come entertain him. (That was probably not a good sign, huh? That Greg would rather call his best friend than his girlfriend? Probably said something toward the state of his relationships...) Distract him from the fact that he had other things to do. That was really what Greg needed at the moment: a good distraction.

He quickly took that thought back though. Be careful what you wish for and all that. Last thing he needed was something to go wrong and have that be his "distraction." All he had to juggle in his life in that moment was whatever was going on between him and Claire and Lila and that was more than enough to keep him occupied and on his toes.

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word count 386
tag mika!
muse uhm, nothing specific
notes mika+greg awesomeness for the win! XD Also, the random PHA girl at the library was just supposed to be my other charrie Dale for no reason whatsoever; lol.

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[mikaela sofia vanderbilt]

Dazed blue eyes looked distantly as the morning sunshine flooded out the shadows in Mikaela Vanderbilt's room. Her tangled and muddled locks of golden undertones laid lifeless against her Egyptian cotton pillow as she released a long contemplative sigh, her gaze averted towards the open window. She could've remained amidst the warmth and comfort of her bed all morning, but she had things to do, and she didn't have much time to finish them. With a groggy groan and a winkled forehead, Mikaela lazily crawled out of bed, the cold hardwood floor piercing her toes as she slowly stood up. Several yawns escaped her parted lips as she searched for something suitable to wear amidst the clutter in her room. Clothes were strewn everywhere across her room, making it undeniably difficult to find something both clean and unwrinkled. To say the least, Mikaela wasn't a very organized or neat person. At all. Sure, the girl would clean her room when she'd have friends over, but keeping her room clean for the sake of her sanity was simply not her highest priority. But alas, after a few minutes of searching and rummaging, she stumbled across an outfit that met her high stylish standards: a black, form-fitting dress with blue and gold embellished accents, blue caged heels, and a bluish-green purse to finish off the look. Mikaela always dressed to impress. Always. Regardless of the occasion, she always had to look her best. Whether she was simply going to the public library, or going out to a party, there'd be no doubt that Mikaela would put together a damn good-looking outfit.

Without bothering to tame her wild tresses, Mikaela simply pulled back the first layer of her hair before quickly applying some makeup. The girl had never been the type to spend hours getting ready in the morning. In her opinion, being natural is the most attractive, so why spend hours covering up that natural beauty? It just didn't make sense to her. Mikaela also rarely bothered to tame her golden locks, simply because it was pointless. Her hair, no matter how many products or brushes she used, would always look wildly tousled. So why even bother? Nevertheless, once Mikaela glanced at her reflection in the mirror and dubbed herself ready, she sashayed out the door and into the beautiful outdoors. The fresh air hit her lungs like a ton of bricks, but it felt good nonetheless. It had felt like ages since Mikaela had last ventured onto the campus, so she couldn't help but let a smile creep across her lips as she walked towards the public library. She wasn't expecting to recognize anyone, to be honest. Most students her age didn't take advantage of the public library, so she rarely ever recognized anyone. Except for the typical nerds and geeks, of course. But Mikaela wouldn't call herself a nerd. Sure, she cared about school and her grades, but she definitely wouldn't label herself as a school geek.

In roughly ten minutes, Mikaela arrived at the public library. It wasn't a far walk, though it had felt much longer since she had been accompanied by a pair of heels. Probably not a smart comfort decision, but fashion wise, it had been the best option. Without hesitation, she sure footed into the library, ignoring the stares she received as she entered the quiet dwelling. She couldn't help her ignorance, it was a trait most of her family just accepted. Her eyebrows knit together softly and her blue eyes gazed expectantly as she searched for a place to sit. It was then that she saw a head of adorable brown hair that she instantly recognized. Mikaela grinned her devilish grin, surprised to see Greg Dalton at the library, of all places. But she was definitely pleased to see him. She hadn't seen him in ages, and she had missed the cute boy and his easy-going demeanor. With a flip of her hair, Mikaela sashayed over towards Greg and sat down in front of him, flashing him her famous mischievous grin as she did so. "Miss me?" she purred, a small string of giggles escaping her lips as she spoke. But then she realized the thoughtful, contemplative expression on his face, and her smile soon transformed into a small grown. "Is something wrong?" she asked promptly, her eyebrows wrinkled as she spoke. She hated to see her friends in distress, and if there was any way she could help Greg out, she'd do it. Whether he needed someone to talk to, or someone to simply take his mind off of whatever he was thinking about it, Mikaela would happily volunteer for the position.

status: complete
tag: gregory dalton
words: 780
outfit: clicky! it's the one on the left
notes: sorry it took me so long. i lost my first post, so sorry if it sucks.
music: satellite - B.o.B

[gregory ryan dalton]

Shuffling past a few more books, Greg's fingers ran gently over the soft-leather and crinkly plastic bindings. Maybe he would actually start on that history project. Or at least try to get an idea for it. A hand run up through the back of his hair. Being a senior in March was tough. It wasn't quite late enough int he year that he could completely disregard all his work. But it was become steadily harder to pay any attention to anything that resembled school work. Even something in a subject that Greg usually enjoyed, such as history.

Wrinkling his nose, Greg pulled a book from the shelf. It at least looked partway interesting. And on topic; a shock. Wandering over to a table, he sat with a little bit of a slump and opened the the book. He wasn't very engrossed though, paying more attention to the passing of people before him. People-watching. Lila and Josie both made fun of him for it sometimes, but he didn't mind. Sure, it was probably a little weird how much he enjoyed it but it really was interesting to him. Just watching people moved around him, living their lives, and make up pretends about them.

It wasn't long before one of the masses was breaking from the background and moving to front and center. Mikaela Vanderbilt. Greg grinned immediately; he liked that girl. They had gone out back in freshman year but it had been kid stuff. Now they were just close friends with a tendancy toward meaningly flirtation. They still really cared for each other though and often spent time together.

"Of course I missed you," Greg replied with a smile and a life-eary sigh, as if releasing the weight of missing her. At the question of what was wrong, Greg grimaced. Shaking his head and shrugged, giving to signs of negative indecisiveness. "Nothing really. Just bored. Bored and with tons of things I should be doing, you know?" A hand ruffled the back of his hair again, sigh spilling from his lips.

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word count 344
tag mikaela
muse exhausted; like me
notes sorry about the length/lack thereof of this post! greg's being all cagey and unhelpful.

[mikaela sofia vanderbilt]

Despite the small fact that Greg was taken, Mikaela still enjoyed all the innocent flirting and teasing that often occurred between them. The girl had always been a terrible liar, and she wasn't even going to attempt denying that Greg was gorgeous. So yes, Mikaela thought he was attractive, very attractive if she let herself admit it, but their relationship would never surpass anything beyond friends. Greg was one of those constants in her life that never really changed, and she valued him as a friend more than anything. However, unlike her other constants, she could never be bored with Greg. He was just a never-ending source of entertainment for her, and whether she was entertained by all the flirting and teasing, or simply his charismatic personality, she wasn't sure. But despite the fact that Greg was a good friend of hers, Mikaela hadn't seen him in awhile - he was almost always now with either Lila or Claire, something she couldn't quite understand. Mikaela never even attempted to conceal her distaste for his current girlfriend. She was the polar opposite of Greg, like night and day. But opposites attract, right? Hoping to be a surprising yet pleasing disturbance, Mikaela glanced down at what he was currently working on -- he really was studying. What a loser, she thought to herself jokingly.

When he answered her question, Mikaela couldn't help but let a sly, suspicious smirk slip across her features. She raised her eyebrows, not quite sure whether to believe Greg's somewhat lame excuse. To be honest, she did believe that Greg was lying to himself and to her, but it actually felt like maybe he was just confused. What he was confused about, however, Mikaela wasn't quite sure. But were they not close enough that Greg felt he couldn't be completely honest with her? "You better not be lying to me, Greg Dalton," she grinned slyly, though she meant her comment in all seriousness. If he needed someone to talk to, anyone at all, Mikaela would be more than happy to just listen. Maybe he couldn't be honest with her because they hadn't seen each other in quite awhile. She really had missed Greg, and it truly felt like she hadn't spoken to or seen him in months. The girl wondered absentmindedly why she'd never considered him a romantic possibility - they clearly had chemistry, but she had always considered Greg as a good friend, not a potential lover. Sure, they gave the whole boyfriend/girlfriend a try freshman year, but that didn't last for more than a few months. Besides, she thought, that would only muddle things between them, and that was the farthest from what she wanted to do. She brushed the thoughts away distractedly. Besides, she already had her sights on another unavailable teacher man to keep her occupied for the time being. She ran a hand through her blonde hair, preoccupied with chewing on her lower lip. "You know you can tell me what's really bothering you," she mused, although Mikaela anticipated that she'd receive the same 'I'm bored' excuse.

status: complete
tag: gregory dalton
words: 513
outfit: clicky! it's the one on the left
notes: haha, yeah it's cool. mine's pretty short too.
music: first kiss - 3OH!3