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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 4, 2009 21:35:23 GMT -5
"Care for a drink?"
"Nah, im good." Alex said, looking around the apartment. She liked the smell of the cologne in the house. It reminded her of Ben, and how he used to smell. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, then sat down on the couch. Just then, her phone rang, her ringtone being the one she'd set for Social Services. Alex gasped and dropped her phone when she double checked the ID, then groaned a little. "Damn it. Can't they leave me alone for one freaking day!?" She muttered, then picked up her phone and flipped it open, holding it up to her ear. "Damn it Cherryl this had better be good." Alex spat, her tone bitter. She hated dealing with these people, and she wished all this crap would just end. "Miss Samuels that tone is not acceptable and you know it. Anyways, I am calling to inform you that we were notified about your incident at the Cullen's house the other night." Alex's heart dropped, and all colot drained from her face. She gulped, and sat back down on the couch. "Im sorry Alex, but, im afraid we're going to have to find you another home." Alex hadn't even realised it, but she'd put her phone on speaker, so Mr. Demonte could probably hear this. But she didn't care right now. All she was thinking about was having to be relocated.
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 4, 2009 22:15:18 GMT -5
Mr. Demonte shrugged and shut the fridge door at her decline. He twisted open the cap to his water and took a couple swigs as he stood in the middle of the room. As he put the cap back on he leaned against the door frame that lead to the kitchen from the living room. He was looking down at his hands, but perked up once her phone rang.
"Damn it. Can't they leave me alone for one freaking day!?" "Damn it Cherryl this had better be good."
He listened in curiously as she put her phone on speaker phone.
"Miss Samuels that tone is not acceptable and you know it.
Mr. Demonte smirked.
"Anyways, I am calling to inform you that we were notified about your incident at the Cullen's house the other night.""Im sorry Alex, but, im afraid we're going to have to find you another home."
Quickly his expression faded into one of concern. He wasn't someone who was easily affected by emotional situations, but this was hitting close to home for him. He lived in an orphanage for a little while after his parents died when he was a child, then got adopted into the worst family... He didn't know what to do or say so he just stood there, waiting for her reaction.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 4, 2009 22:25:58 GMT -5
"What!? No! Im not getting shoved to another foster home! I can't leave the Parthenon and all my friends, and I won't!" Alex said, just as one hot tear slid down her cheek. She sighed and wiped the tear from her face roughly, then glanced to Mr. Demonte who was probably thinking she was a bit weird for yelling at a social worker....
"Look, Cherryl, what if I could find a friend or something to live with? I mean, I have tons that would take me in in a second. Well, ok maybe not so much anymore, but, whatever." Alex was going through her mind like crazy trying to figure out how she could weave her way out of this one. Nothing came to mind. Damn it.
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 4, 2009 22:39:22 GMT -5
All of Alex's framtic words of pleading were a blur in his mind. He was flashing back to the night his parents died, and to the night he went to the orphanage. Those were the worst nights of his life. The feelings of worthlessness had been so powerful. He can imagine what she must be feeling right then. Ignoring the odd feeling he had against her, there was another feeling inside... as if he needed to make sure she was safe. He didn't want her going to a horrible family like he had to so many years ago. He had the money, he had the spare room... so why not?
"You can stay with me," Mr. Demonte said quietly as he looked to the floor. Afraid he hadn't been heard, he lifted his head and cleared his throat. Alex, you can... stay with me," he said louder.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 4, 2009 22:50:42 GMT -5
"Alex, you can... stay with me,"
Alex nearly dropped her phone as Mr. Demonte said this. Did he seriously just say that she could live with him? Oh my god I could fricking kiss him! But that would be weird...... "Uhum.. Cherryl, what if I stayed with my English teacher, Mr. Demonte?" Alex said, still in shock. There was a silence, and Alex was nearly biting her nails to the skin, well, not literally.
"Well, I suppose that could work.... I would have to come inspect the home and meet Mr. Demonte before anything would be final, of course." Alex practially jumped up from the couch. She actually had a home. Well, not yet, but, soon enough.
"Ok, yeah, of course! Uhum, thanks Cherryl." Alex said, hanging up her phone, and tossing it on the couch. She walked over to Mr. Demonte, paused, then hugged him.
She was so greatful that he had said she could stay with him that she could barely speak, so she hugged him instead, letting him know she was greatful.
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 4, 2009 23:00:03 GMT -5
Mr. Demonte stood rigidly as he continued to listen to the conversation. What had he just done? He did something nice... and it was weird for him. But he was glad to help Alex, because he knows how it feels not know where you're going to live.
He was startled as she walked over to him and gave him a hug. He froze at first, looking around awkwardly. When he got more comfortable he managed to pat her on the back a couple of times. Breaking the silence he said quietly, "My parents died when I was 8. Its the least I could do for you."
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 7, 2009 21:11:46 GMT -5
"My parents died when I was 8. Its the least I could do for you."
Alex smiled and stepped back from Mr. Demonte, then smiled up at him. "Yeah well, thanks anyways."
(sorry it sucked i couldnt think of anything!!!!!!!!!)
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 7, 2009 23:07:28 GMT -5
Once Alex let go of him, Mr. Demonte put his hands in his pockets and shifted awkwardly. He gazed at the floor and said, "Well, uh, let me show you your room then." He turned and walked down the small hallway, passed his own bedroom, the bathroom, and the closet. "Here. Last one on the right," he said as he opened the door for her.
It was the smaller of the two bedrooms, no doubt. There was a twin bed in the corner with a plain brown bedspread. A black nightstand was next to it with a lamp and clock on top, and on the other side of the room beneath the window was a black desk covered in papers and a laptop.
"I'll just move my work stuff out of here so I'm not in your way," Mr. Demonte said as he gestured to the desk. "And I can get you a new bedspread if you'd like."
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 8, 2009 0:15:39 GMT -5
"Here. Last one on the right,"
Alex walked into the room, and smiled. It was alot better than the crappy old room she had in the Bank's apartment. The only thing that could have made this room any better, would have been if Tristan's window was right outside of hers. She sighed and turned her thoughts back to what Mr. Demonte was saying.
"I'll just move my work stuff out of here so I'm not in your way," "And I can get you a new bedspread if you'd like."
Alex smiled at Mr. Demonte. "It's ok. I have enough money for bed things and all that stuff. My foster mom gave it to me since she wasn't exactly off work all the time." She said, shrugging and looking around the room. Alex looked at Mr. Demonte and smiled. Just earlier that day she was just another student in his English class, and now she was his soon to be foster daughter. Things definitely worked out.
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 8, 2009 0:23:26 GMT -5
"It's ok. I have enough money for bed things and all that stuff. My foster mom gave it to me since she wasn't exactly off work all the time."
Mr. Demonte raised his eyebrows and gave a small smile in return. This shouldn't be too hard... he thought. He started feeling a tad awkward again. He never had to take care of someone before, especially a kid. "So are you... hungry or anything?" He ran a hand through his hair before replacing it back in his pocket.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 8, 2009 0:50:38 GMT -5
"So are you... hungry or anything?"
Alex smiled. "Yeah, a little. Want me to make something?" She asked, still smiling. She was used to doing most of the cooking back at the Banks' house, but, she usually used her powers, so it got done quicker. For some reason though Alex felt a caution using her powers around Mr. Demonte. He was just another human, right? So why should she be feeling like that? She used her powers all the time around humans without them knowing it, so she really didn't know why she was feeling this caution with Mr. Demonte.
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 8, 2009 1:05:21 GMT -5
Mr. Demonte re-thought his question in his head. He didn't know how to cook. Hopefully she would decline...
"Yeah, a little. Want me to make something?"
"Alright, then." he said as he turned around, suddenly mad at himself for offering. Now he would look stupid in front of her. He made his way into the kitchen and opened up the freezer. Liquor, liquor, and more liquor. And some pizzas. In the fridge there were mostly condiments, some soda, and a jug of water. Over in the cabinets he found some macaroni and cheese. That would have to do.
He turned over the box to read the directions. Realizing that he needed milk, he gave up on the idea of macaroni. Mr. Demonte walked over to the fridge again and found some idividually wrapped sliced cheese and a tub of butter and then grabbed the loaf of bread from off the counter. Grilled cheese sandwiches... what a good plan. And lucky for him there was some chicken noodle soup in the cabinet as well.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 8, 2009 1:30:17 GMT -5
Alex walked into the kitchen with Mr. Demonte, and looked around at the food. Not too hard to make stuff. She smiled and started making up some pasta with the mac and cheese stuff, and also some grilled cheese sandwhiches. When she made sure Mr. Demonte was out of the kitchen and not watching her, Alex put a pot on the stove, not bothering to turn it on, and twisted her wrist, using her powers to boil the water.
She got out the bread, then put four slices in another pan on the stove, twisting her wrist again to heat up the pan. Alex walked back and forth through the kitchen, placing the mac and cheese noodles in the boiling water, and the bread in a pan on the stove, then put teh cheese on when it was ready. She hopped up on the counter and sat there for awhile, still using her powers, and waiting for the food to be done.
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 8, 2009 1:40:14 GMT -5
Once he got all of the things out, he was glad he had excused himself for a moment. Everything was just becoming too weird for him... he was cooking dinner for one of his students. Upon returning Alex had situated herself on top of the counter, which was an even weirder picture. The only time he ever saw her was in class, and the only things he normally said to her were not very fatherly.
"Oh, so I see you've got things under control," he said with a smirk. He was a tad confused at how the stove heated up so fast, but he just shrugged it off. It was then that he got that weird feeling towards her again. The only thing he felt for Alex was negativity. Extreme negativity. He wanted her gone, and not just out of his apartment... gone for good. But why? He never thought of himself as a violent person, a mean person, sure, but not violent. He clenched his knuckles a few times as he stared at the floor, hoping that she didn't notice.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 8, 2009 2:27:18 GMT -5
"Oh, so I see you've got things under control,"
Alex laughed then hopped back off the counter to take the mac and cheese pasta out of the pan, putting them in the strainer in the sink. She looked back at Mr. Demonte over her shoulder, and noticed that he was a little off. That feeling of caution toward him got even worse, and her powers seemed to freeze or something, making the bread's pan stop cooking.
She cussed under her breath, then went over to it, the bread being half way done, and she rolled her eyes. "Stupid powers." Alex muttered, taking the pan off the stove and flopping the cheese on the bread, and shuting them so they were whole sandwhiches.
She sighed and put the pasta back in the pot, then got out the sauce and set it on the counter. "Ok, pasta's done, grilled cheese has some issues but it's fine, so, yeah. If you want the pasta with no sauce or sauce you have that choice. So, yeah."
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