Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

Juliette looked up at him shyly from under her eyelashes, afraid to look at his face straight on in fear of staring. Her empty hand was met with a sudden warmth, his hand. It almost startled her the electricity that traveled up her arm from brushing his skin. It was faint, like a spark. She found her name just as pleasing as soon as it fell from his lips. What was wrong with her? Had a boy never even shook her hand before? Or even said her name? Was it because he was a celebrity? Juliette wasn't sure, but it made her even more nervous becoming aware of those strange sensations. His introduction definitely wasn't needed. Everyone knew who he was, maybe even the world. Even her grandparents knew despite the rock they seemed to live under. They actually hated him, said he reminded them of the 'putang ina mo' that her mother ran off with. Juliette figured out what the phrase meant just through context clues. Her grandparents hated the entire generation it seemed like, especially the male population. When Juliette inquired why specifically they didn't like him, since he seemed like such a nice guy they said he was lying through his teeth. He was a charmer, just like her father had been. That's how he had become such a successful gambler. That's how he tricked her mother into bailing him out countless times. Juliette honestly didn't see it, but she did notice how perfect he was. Almost too perfect. At that moment though, she was much too preoccupied with nerves to notice the act he was putting on. She found it endearing that he was a bit shy, yet didn't understand how he could be. She guessed he was just as down to earth as the articles said. Soon, she was following him though his 'small palace.' In terms of luxuries, Juliette would definitely have chosen that term. A few other words came to mind as well lavish, high-end, luxurious. Her grade school teachers would call her a walking thesaurus. It was a small game she would play sometimes. Usually it was a game she played randomly out of boredom. In this particular situation, she used it as a distraction from her nerves. The idea was to find as many adjectives as possible to describe whatever she wanted really. At the moment, it was Mike's penthouse. By the time they reached the desired room, she had gotten 8 more adjectives. Juliette continued to stare in awe at every thing from the furniture down to the smallest details. This room was far nicer that her room at home, and it was quite plain compared to the rest of his rooms. The furniture alone probably costed half the mortgage of her grandparent's home. .....We'd have....couch... A few of Mike's words snapped her out of her awed state. Juliette hadn't heard everything he had said, but she got the general gist of it. The couch? Together? Something as simple as sitting down next to him on a couch. The thought alone made her suddenly weak in the knees. It was enough to be lab partners with a guy at school, but work that close together?! With a mega-hot modelcelebrity? Swallowing, her eyes followed his form as he took a seat on the couch from behind her glasses. Almost rigidly, she took a seat next to him on the couch, her back straight as a board, leaving a considerable amount of room between them. Carefully, she slid off her sling bag and unzipped it, grabbing a student planner, a 'Sailor Moon' notebook, a literature textbook, and two copies of Pygmalion, the current novel the class was reading. One copy had a bright pink sticky note with Mike's name on it. Upon hearing him admit he 'sucked' at the subject, she absently chuckled. No one sucks at literature. Unless you can't read, then we have a problem... She teased catching his eyes and blushing furiously before reverting her gaze downwards. Her eyes immediately began scanning the notes she had written at school. What she would have him do for their first meeting was simple. He would be doing less than the other students would be doing, too. It would be a way of first getting him into the novel without pounding him with work. Simple and easy, for now. Here. She handed him his copy. As soon as she began to speak, her nerves almost magically disappeared. Pygmalion is a novel based on a Greek myth about a man who sculpts a beautiful statue of a woman. His work of art was flawless, perfect in every way. So perfect, that he ends up falling in love with it. In the end, the Goddess of Love and Beauty, Aphrodite, grants him his true wish of being with his 'love.' She gives the statue life. Clearly glowing with enthusiasm, she began to explain more. The actual novel is centered around a bet. Two wealthy men, one a man fluent in Indian linguistics and the other a scientist in phonetics, make a bet that they can turn a cockney woman on the street into a duchess in the eyes of the public. In short, can they make her go from rags to riches and convince everyone she truly is a duchess. She flipped to the next page of her notebook, a bunch of notes written in curly cursive on the page. Carefully, she tore the piece of notebook paper out and handed it to him. I made your first assignment easy. You have to read the first 30 pages. I highlighted a bunch of sentences and phrases within those 30 pages. The assignment from Professor Douglas was to read and find examples of these themes- She pointed to the paper, her writing read 'Appearance, society and class, languagelinguistics.' - and write down the page numbers. Next, she reached over and opened his book, scooting a bit closer without realizing it. Since I highlighted where you find those examples, all you have to do is categorize each into their appropriate theme and write the page down. Easy! She smiled brightly looking up and finally realizing how much closer she had moved to him. Her face grew hot again, and she scooted herself away from him. ....so I'm guessing we'd be sticking around for quite a while. I hope you don't mind that. Crap, she was expected for dinner tonight at her grandparents house. Out of every day of the week, this was the one day she never had extra circulars on. Ironically enough, the one thing she couldn't tell her grandparents about happened today. Biting her lip, she opened her mouth to say something, but closed it. It would be rude of her to run out on their first session. Plus, if he needed help on this first assignment, then she would realize how much work she had ahead. So...do you understand? She asked warily.