( what is and what never should be ) apollo

[suzy]

Going to the library could be in the rutine for anyone around the school. The books, side by side on the shelves, opened up so many different worlds, set in different times, it was almost like a portal itself. Everything about the library was magical in different ways to Nicolea. She loved the smell of paper and ink that filled the air as soon as you walked in and the warmth that it seemed to give off. It was truly a grand library, unmatched by any other she had seen. She walked through the heavy oak doors, her books to be returned tucked underneath her arm. She was returning some books she had used to work on a project, one about the cultures of the midwest and more along that line. After she had placed the books on the counter, she decided it was high time she got a book out that she would like to read for enjoyment rather than academics. As she walked up and down the isles, only a few books popped out to her, one being The Other Boelyn Girl, which was a movie she had rented a few weeks earlier. She was mainly a girl who kept to herself, so she didn't have plans to go to crazy parties or anything like that. She would much rather just curl up next to the fire place and enjoy a good book or a good movie.

The last book she added to her pile was the one she wanted to start right away. She had always wanted to read that book and now could finally get the chance. Nici gripped The Secret Life of Bees firm in her hands, grinning from ear to ear. She had seen the preview for this movie and wanted to read the book before actually watching the movie. She took her few books and checked them out at the front desk. The librarian with a stern look on her face, handed the books back to Nicolea and she then turned around, looking for a place to sit and begin her new book. She saw a table cluttered with people, some she didn't even associate with. They were the 'popular crowd' enjoying a study session together which didn't include much studying. She had never been to one before, but if she had to imagine what they talked about, it would probably be gossip. That's what most people did when they were 'popular,' they gossiped about other people who weren't as well known as they were.

Shrugging them off, Nicolea found a nice spot to sit on the second level of the library. It was an oversized Victorian style couch that was right by the open railing, overseeing the bottom half of the library. It was a nice, quiet spot and there was definately no gossiping occuring up there. She let out a small sigh and then opened up her book. Chapter One. At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew in circles around the room, making that propeller sound..., she read. By that time, she had been completely imersed in the world that was written on the pages in front of her. About ten mintues later, she had finished the rather lengthy chapter one and was about to start chapter two. She sat her book on her lap for a second, thinking about what had happened in the first chapter. It was sad how the little girl had lost her mother, but she sort of knew how that felt. She had always been the black sheep in the family, so to speak. All her sisters were much more outgoing and talkative than she was. She was the odd one out, and she knew it. She looked off into the distance at nothing as those thoughts were swirling around in her head.

[apollo tuck dalton]

future nicolas sparks, apollo always told himself or at least he hoped for that or even a male version of jane austen. he didn't know nicolas sparks twin or male jane austen? he would be lucky to even be compared to the two. for now, the only time that he would ever be close to either of the two was when he had their books nearby. at home, apollo practically did have the library. the home that the dalton's lived in was large, not a mansion but still large and there was a room just for reading. it was full of science books for mr. dalton and different tragic and romance literature for apollo's reading pleasure. he had a few that he hadn't read yet that were still on the shelf but most of the literature books in the library had been read by apollo. he wasn't a big fan of his father's books. apollo wasn't a logical boy, he was more like his mother who was a dreamer. he wasn't close to either of his parents but he was always compared more to his mother than his father.

why did apollo have to go to the library? did he actually want to read books that had already been touched by someone else? he wasn't that big of a spoiled brat that he minded books that had already been read by someone else. he went to the bookstore usually because he wanted to actually have the book but browsing through the library wasn't that bad either. he would read the backs of books and write them down for later when he went to the bookstore. he would occasionally get lost in the books and sit down, spend a few hours and finish the book. apollo, at a young age was never the boy to read books but his mom got his into fairytales. it had sparked apollo's first interest in books.

he then went onto shakespeare. it was romeo and juliet that he had first read. he wasn't that big of a mushy gushy guy back then and he only read the book for the rivalry but he found himself really liking the romance inside the book. apollo would never tell anyone that though. he wanted to be known as the guy who was good at sports or could get the girls, not the guy who liked romance novels. he always worried in elementary would he be known as the wimp and would he be last picked for dodge ball because he liked to read? apollo didn't think it was a big deal but he just hid his passion for literature from everyone. only a few close friends and his mother knew about his love. his mom supported his love and was proud that she had a son who loved reading as much as she did and wasn't scared to tell her that.

apollo went through the shelves of the library scanning through the books. he stopped as he picked up the book the curious case of benjamin button. he had heard that it had become a movie but hadn't watched the movie yet. apollo liked books better than movies and read books before he ever watched a movie. he kinda loathed how books became movies. the actors never did a good job and the actors usually didn't even suit the part. maybe apollo was just picky though. he had high standards of what characters should look like and often complained that this actor or actress didn't fit this part because of so and so. apollo really was just picky and was more of a book-person. when he did complain, he would rather people not listen and just look like they were listening.

apollo picked the book and started walking around the library trying to find somewhere to sit. he hated all the sets of eyes that were staring at him. they were all looking at him behind their books. apollo's blue eyes tried not to make contact with him as he passed them. what was it about him? was there a big fat pimple on his face that made people stare? maybe it was his look? he didn't think he looked that bad. he was wearing a navy blue shirts with a pair of dark wash jeans. it was pretty neutral and his hair was how it was everyday. it smelled of shampoo and he wore a light cologne so he didn't smell bad. apollo decided not to care and instead find somewhere to sit.

he walked up the stairs that went to the second level thinking maybe there wouldn't be weird people who stared up there. apollo saw a few couches as he went by and then saw a couch where a girl was sitting. she looked like she wasn't going to be a nuisance to him. he looked at the girl but turned away quickly not wanting to look like he was staring himself and instead sat down next to the girl. he put the book in his lab as he glimpsed up at the girl again before looking down at the cover of his book not sure if he actually did want to read.

[suzy]

Nicolea seemed to be in a sort of trance, staring off at nothing, blinking her eyes only every few seconds, deep in thought. That happened to her quite often, but it wasn't because she didn't have a good attention span, it was mainly because she had a lot of things on her mind. She had always been one to overthink things, never taking the easy answer to questions that deserved more thought that just a yes or a no. She felt that it was rude to not give a thoughtful answer. If she was going to devote her time to talking to someone, she was going to do it right and not sound like an idiot in the process. She hated looking stupid because she knew that she wasn't. She knew what she was talking about, most of the time. If she didn't know, then she just kept her mouth shut. Well, most of the time she kept her mouth shut, not wanting to be a bother to anyone, but every once in a while, she would speak up.

Nici was pulled from her thoughts as she could smell the slight scent of colonge and shampoo settle in her nose. She hadn't noticed the fact that someone had sat down next to her, with a book in hand, just like she had. She wanted to look over to see who it was, but she didn't want to seem rude or like she was staring at him. That just wasn't her style. She tried to use her periferal vision to identify her companion, but the only thing she could see was that it was a young man, maybe about a year or two older than she was. He had what looked like sandy colored hair, but that was the only features she could make out. She bite her bottom lip slightly, looking down at the cover of her book, she saw the honey jar with a picture of what seemed to be a black madonna on the front of it. Also, a bee was flying around the jar, probably attracted by the honey itself. The title of the book was matted on a golden, shiny background. Sure, the book might have been paperback, but the cover definately told what the general idea of the story was going to be. She knew that she couldn't look at the cover much longer, seeing as she had pretty much memorized already. Looking back in front of her, she figured that if she said something to him, looking at him wouldn't be rude. Or so she hoped it wouldn't be.

Nici put a small smile on her face when she turned to the young man and then looked down at the book he had placed in his lap. She then looked back up at his eyes, which were a shade of blue, and tried to think about what to say. "I heard that book was wonderful," she said, which seemed to come out almost effortlessly. She had never really had trouble talking to people before, but there was always exceptions to that. She was one of those people who cared about what people said about her. She didn't want everyone to think she was a freak or anything, so she tried to keep it casual with everyone, which was probably the reason she had so little true friends and people she could count on. Of course, she always had her sisters, but that was different. Sisters were family, people you had known your entire life and would know for the rest of your life as well. It was hard to forget when she first met her sister that was born right after she was. It was like Nici always wanted to protect her from everything, and no one even had to tell her. She just seemed to know.


(OOC: wow. your post completely owns mine. ha.)

[apollo tuck dalton]

apollo continued to stare down at his book trying to decide if he should just leave but how weird would that be to the girl. he knew he had seen her before around the school but she wasn't in his year. it was only a quick second of their two eyes meeting. apollo had never had the real push to really get to know the girl. she seemed nice but apollo wasn't a guy to talk first to someone. he preferred if someone else made the first move before he did. apollo was always hesitant. it wasn't as if he was shy but more introverted. he liked the group of friends he had and it took a long time before apollo could really trust someone. he always wanted to give people the benefit of the doubt but it was hard for apollo to really believe that if he told people what he truly thought that they wouldn't go around blabbing it out. apollo was a deep person, he didn't have simple thoughts like everyone did. he looked at the minor details.

he really couldn't keep looking at her then brushing his head away. apollo cleared his throat trying to think up something to say but now the silence was making apollo feel very awkward as if something in him was pushing him to say something but his mind couldn't think up anything. wasn't apollo supposed to be the guy who was smooth with all his words? the consonants and vowels were supposed to roll of his tongue as if a barrel was rolling down a hill or a hamster in it's ball. that was not so easy for apollo now. the only noises he could hear was the quiet ticks-tocks from the clocks and light whispering of friends in the library.

hearing the girl's voice, it startled apollo a bit. he was going to speak first but the girl had beaten him. it didn't bother apollo though and no movement had come out of the boy as the girl spoke. he had blanked out for a moment before catching the last few words that he heard which was that the book was good. apollo shrugged as he turned his head and slightly the way he was sitting to turn to the girl. he saw the girl was smiling and saw her blue eyes. apollo put a small smile across his own face seeing the girl was friendly. what a big surprise from some of the other girls in the school. it was already strange to find a girl in the library. he raised one of his own eyebrows as he looked at the girl's lap reading the title of the book she was reading. he saw that there was not only one book but two. one of them which reading the title from the spine, he saw that he read a few months back.

"really? i heard it was a movie now with that brad pitt guy in it, i am reading the book before i watch the movie." apollo didn't care how great brad pitt was and that he had a smokin hot wife. he still was tied down with ten kids. okay maybe not ten but apollo didn't pay attention to gossip. all he saw was brangelina adopts another, apollo didn't pay much to magazines at all. he didn't care much about hollywood. it was all competition in hollywood of who could become more famous and who could win more awards. apollo always wanted to become famous but he knew he wouldn't let the fame get to his head. he was confident enough to think that he had his mind in the right place.

plus if one of his books were ever to become a movie, he would never hire brad pitt or the future brad pitt. apollo would give the uprising actors and actresses a chance. he didn't want his first movie to be in the box office either, he wanted it to be a small indie film. apollo had his plan already set up in his mind of what he wanted and he was stubborn, no one would change that dream that he had made up so long ago. not even his father who always wanted apollo to follow in the footsteps of him and become famous for finding a new planet. his dad was like him quiet and introverted but apollo was like his mother with her love for literature and romance. he wanted to say that he was more like mom than his dad. keeping the smile on his face he turned his own blue eyes to the girl. "i'm apollo by the way."

notes: haha i just ramble though =P

[suzy]

Nici saw that, in a way, she seemed to have surprised the young man with her speaking first. Maybe he wasn't used to that, or maybe he wasn't used to her hospitality. Sure, there were days when she wasn't going to wake up all sunshine and flowers, but she tended to stay away from people on those days or, at least, warning them on her mood. Today was a good day, though. Not too hectic, no tests or quizzes, which was always a plus. Also, she didn't have any homework, which was rare at this school. She was normally bombarded with homework from almost all of her classes, but her teachers must have been feeling some type of mersey on their students. That was something that everyone looked forward to, but never really expected it when it occured. They were definately appreciative, though. Well, Nici was appreciative, and that was all she could know for sure.

"Yeah," Nici said to him with a smile on her face. "I haven't seen it personally, but I know someone who has seen the movie and said it was just great." It was her father, actually, who had seen the movie, but she wasn't going to just say that out loud. She didn't want to bore him already with her family tales. It was just something she wouldn't talk about to someone she just met, well, not even met. Someone she just talked to. "That's what I'm doing with my book, too," she said, looking over at him, holding the book up and then placing it back on top of her other reading selection. Her father was really the only one who understood her true love of literature. Her mother used to tell her to get her nose out of books and go out with her sisters, but that's not what she wanted. In a way, she resented her mother, just by the way she treated her. Of course, she knew her mother loved her, but they just didn't see eye to eye. They seemed to fight more than get along, mainly about Nici's lack in interest in anything that she loved. She understood her father so much more, and her father understood her as well. She knew that she could trust her father and he wouldn't make fun of her or try to change what she enjoys doing.

When the young man introduced himself, Nicolea moved her eyes from her book cover, yet again, over to his own. If anything, she was always good at keeping up her end of the conversation. Most of the people around here didn't realize what a sweet and kind person Nici was, mainly because they didn't want to be friends with someone who was more interested in books than going to raging parties and getting laid. That just wasn't her style. "I'm Nicolea," she said, with a warm smile painted acrossed her face. She had seen this young man around once or twice, but never thought he'd be talking to her. He was definately handsome, that was for sure, and normally, guys like that, would run with the 'hott' girls and not even want to make contact with girls like Nici. She was glad to see that he was seemingly kind, someone who she could see herself possibly being friends with. But she wasn't about to get her hopes up. She had been let down many a times before that she had gotten used to the failure. Maybe this time would be different, but she didn't know. Only time would tell.