11/3? The meme caught my imagination.unionfranNovember 21 2011, 20:51:02 UTC
[They make the freshman class wear pink for spirit week. Sophmores are red, juniors blue, seniors black. And they make the freshmen wear pink. Each year, it seems like all the freshmen are 'persuaded' by the upperclassmen to dress up for Class Color Day--girls wear froofy pink dresses and guys try to look cool in pink polos.
And Francine's sitting in the lunch room in a white t-shirt with a large pink breast cancer awareness ribbon pinned to it, as her only concession to the madness. This skinny, awkward girl, this stammering mess of a girl has few friends, and no one cares much about her other than that they can count her as another freshman who wore pink.]
*Tony should be a freshman, and technically he is, he just happens to be taking junior level classes. He could be a lot beyond that, but he 'tested' into them and tried not to make the school district look like too much shit. Needless to say, he spends his days bored and not even his genius can save him from being shoved into lockers like the rest of the little freshman. He's purposely avoiding the whole spirit day. Tony Stark doesn't do spirit days. He's wearing green.
And then there's her, and she looks harmless, she's not yakking someone's ear off, she's by herself and non-threatening and she's likely not to want to jump him the middle he smiles. Sounds fine to him. Tony drops the tray of lunch slop across from her and sits down*
Could use a break from all the chatter and stupidity around here. Hi, how you doin'?
[And see, Fran's in remedial English classes, and a much, much lower track for math--she's not an achiever, and most teachers expect her never to be. Especially because of her speech impediment. Witness:]
H-hi. I'm f-f-fine.
[Her own lunch is brown-bagged. A thermos of tomato-rice soup, a bag of carrots, and a piece of what seems to be home-baked cornbread.]
*Tony visibly winces at the stutter. It's nothing personal, he's like that sometimes in more of a mildly OCD sense than a rude sense. If he'd wanted to be rude, he just would have.*
Yeah? Good. No one else is around here.
*Whatever she's eating, it looks ten times better than the lunch slop they serve at the cafeteria. And, more importantly, it's homemade.*
Y-yeah. I...got home early y-yesterday and b-baked it for myself.
[She tears the large piece in half and offers him some, blushing faintly. She noticed the wince. Could not have failed to; she'd thought herself used to it by now, but he's, well...cute.]
*He just freezes at that tone because he totally knows it and oh shit. What did she find out about?*
Hiiiiiiii-...hey! *He frowns as she shoves his shoulder, he'd been trying to play it cool, okay, and yeah that just didn't work. But he visibly relaxes once she tells him what the big deal is. In fact, he laughs.*
Seriously, you believe Happy Hogan? I mean I like the guy, but he's had a crush on Pepper since preschool and he's just jealous that she's my friend. Nothing happened, I swear.
*Okay, so it's definitely not that funny, and the big grin he's wearing fades away*
Beeeeecause.. he's jealous that Pepper and I are friends and that he has a crush and hasn't asked her out yet. Besides, why would I be making out with Pepper Potts when I could be making out with you.
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And Francine's sitting in the lunch room in a white t-shirt with a large pink breast cancer awareness ribbon pinned to it, as her only concession to the madness. This skinny, awkward girl, this stammering mess of a girl has few friends, and no one cares much about her other than that they can count her as another freshman who wore pink.]
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And then there's her, and she looks harmless, she's not yakking someone's ear off, she's by herself and non-threatening and she's likely not to want to jump him the middle he smiles. Sounds fine to him. Tony drops the tray of lunch slop across from her and sits down*
Could use a break from all the chatter and stupidity around here. Hi, how you doin'?
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H-hi. I'm f-f-fine.
[Her own lunch is brown-bagged. A thermos of tomato-rice soup, a bag of carrots, and a piece of what seems to be home-baked cornbread.]
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Yeah? Good. No one else is around here.
*Whatever she's eating, it looks ten times better than the lunch slop they serve at the cafeteria. And, more importantly, it's homemade.*
Is that cornbread?
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[She tears the large piece in half and offers him some, blushing faintly. She noticed the wince. Could not have failed to; she'd thought herself used to it by now, but he's, well...cute.]
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Thanks. You just decided to bake cornbread for yourself because you could?
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[See, her logic's simple.]
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*He nods to her shirt* Nice spirit too.
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Hiiiiiiii-...hey! *He frowns as she shoves his shoulder, he'd been trying to play it cool, okay, and yeah that just didn't work. But he visibly relaxes once she tells him what the big deal is. In fact, he laughs.*
Seriously, you believe Happy Hogan? I mean I like the guy, but he's had a crush on Pepper since preschool and he's just jealous that she's my friend. Nothing happened, I swear.
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Beeeeecause.. he's jealous that Pepper and I are friends and that he has a crush and hasn't asked her out yet. Besides, why would I be making out with Pepper Potts when I could be making out with you.
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