[NATE]Painted on my heart ~

[Gabrielle Blake]

I've still got your face painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul etched upon my memory, baby

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Gabrielle Leda Blake, a young girl with a vibrant blue hair, was sitting by the pool at her new school: Luxford. She was no athlete, no not at all, but the pool was beautiful at this time of day. The sun was starting to set and the way the warm autumn-sun shone through the window gave the very blue water a special glow to it. And she just had to paint it. So she was sitting on one of the benches with a canvas, her colors and two brushes in different shapes and she was painting free from her heart. To her, it did not matter that it might not get pretty because she was sitting with the canvas on her lap and she did not have all of her equipment. Because what she did, was to catch the impression, the feeling of the sight. It did not take her long to have a full painting on the canvas and she therefore placed it right beside her on the bench and looked around. She concluded that there was noone there before standing up and pulling off the clothes that was consisting of a loose printed poncho, black shorts and enormously high heels. She even took out the feathery blue earrings. What was left was a black and white bikini and with that on, she jumped towards the pool and did an artistic dive from the edge of the pool and into the water. She was swimming underneath the water for a long time, before she saw the shadow of another human over the water. By then, she swam up and ran a hand through the long blue hair while drawing in a long deep breath. She smiled friendly to the boy standing by the edge. ”Hello” she greeted him in a cheerful tone of voice.

She swam all the way back to the edge, still with her eyes locked on the boy but looking friendly at all times. The make up she had been wearing was natural: Black and brown. But now that she had had her head under water, only the mascara and eyeliner had stayed on. Hallelujah for waterproofed make up! Not that it meant all that much to her. In fact, Gabi was not one of those girls who cared too much about her looks. Of course, she was not going out a door without proper clothes and a gentle touch of make up, but she was used to working in a bakery from 5 AM in the morning – and at that time in the morning no one would want to get up even earlier to be all fancy with appearance. She had learned to be okay with not being all dressed up all the time. But she was a little princess when she went out to parties – she would spend an hour or two just finding the perfect dress, doing the perfect make up and making the perfect style for her hair.

Now that she was out of the water, she gathered her hair on top of her head in a bun, and she wrapped herself into a soft white towel, before sitting down besides the boy that had come to the pool too. ”So, who are you, handsome?”she asked him with her head tilted slightly to the side and with a little glimpse in her dark eyes.

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I've got your kiss still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips, this love so deep inside of me, baby

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Notes: It is short, but I figured that since we're very busy both of us, it'll be easier to handle. ^^
Lyrics: Painted on my heart – The cult
Outfit: Here
Tagged: Nate :]

[nate]

I don't know if you're looking for romance or

Nathaniel Reed Fairfax had definitely had too much caffeine.

While he certainly wasn’t the type to lie awake at night after one too many Pepsi Throwbacks or – God forbid – one of those girls who needed their “fix” in the form of a frilly Starbucks frappuccino with more chocolate syrup than coffee and a mountain of whipped cream (Nate preferred a full-bodied, smoky espresso, thank you very much), he had definitely had too much caffeine. The senior clenched his jaw and his Moleskine uncomfortably as he made his way into the new athletic complex. As much as he adored his new Levi tapered denim trousers, he felt as though they weren’t the right pants for the job – almost as much as he felt he wasn’t the right man for the job.

One would think that writing for the school paper for four years would get you editor-in-chief, but of course not – that coveted position went to some uppity Trustafarian junior girl with no tits and a poorly shaped lesbian haircut. Oh well. Culture Editor was the best that Nate was going to get, and still having someone to answer to meant that he was going to have to take shitty assignments that freshmen dropped at the last possible second because their workload was obviously so tremendous compared to Nate’s measly senior individual project, overloaded class schedule, Habitat for Humanity, school paper, soccer team, job at the athletic trainer’s, Economics T.A. duties…and so on and so forth. Nate gritted his teeth, not sure if this time it was out of annoyance or too much caffeine. He sighed as he pushed through the heavy door to the new pool, a banal and money-sucking facility that he was going to have to write a banal and time-sucking article on that absolutely no one would read. What a wonderful life.

The stale chlorine stench hit him before the glitter of the water did, but this scene could only be admired for a second before he felt a searing pain rip through his shoulder as the mens’ swim team shoved him out of the way on their stampede out of practice. Freaks, he thought to himself, regarding the fluffy blue robes they wore as clothes. Nate absolutely hated swimmers – they were so rude, it was like they were in a cult – and they all worshipped a stupid ceramic moose. It wasn’t even their mascot, and besides, moose didn’t even swim. What the fuck?

He sucked it up and sighed, pushing ahead and into the pool. He ignored the sign that forbade him from wearing street shoes on the deck area, and took a seat on one of the expansive bleachers, pulling a PC out of his brown leather Fossil bag and beginning to type notes into his notes section. He ran his PC with a Mac OS – the hardware was cheaper, of course, but having to use Windows was a fate worse than death to him. After a while, he noticed a dark figure in the water. An electric blue one, to be specific. Holy shit, is that a mermaid?, he found himself wondering, before realizing how dumb that was. Besides, he hadn’t done any hallucinogens in like, forever, so it totally couldn’t be. He watched curiously as the girl lifted herself out of the water and found himself totally exposed at embarrassed when she addressed him. He had stupidly assumed that no one could really see him there. “Right, I’m fine,” he stammered, giving her a goofy grin and combing his dark hair out of his face with his hands. “Um, my name’s Nate, Nate Fairfax. I’m here doing an article…” he trailed off, embarrassed that he’d gotten her question wrong the first time. “You’re, uh, not on the swim team, right?” he asked, hoping it wouldn’t be obvious that that would be a complete friendship deal-breaker. Even if she was…Nate was always nice to potential new friends, even if he was kind of a vulgar asshole in his head. C’est la vie.

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I don't know what you're looking for

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_{Tagged: Gabi :)
Word Count: 688
Outfit: hurr
Lyrics: Bet You Look Good On the Dancefloor - Arctic Monkeys
Notes: Oh gosh, sorry for the wait! :| I shan't let it happen again.}

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[Gabrielle Blake]

I've still got your face painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul etched upon my memory, baby

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Gabi wasn't highly athletic at all. She didn't spend every waking hour on playing sports or swimming or anything like that since her art, the saxophone and her beloved job at a pastry shop took most of her time. Oh, and school of course. Being a junior your workload increased too, so she'd have to adjust to that. But so far she was on the lacrosse team and she was good at it. She was probably one of the most appreciated players on the team, because she understood how to play good and she was a sure leader. More than the official captain at least. It would not surprise the girl, if she was chosen for captain the next time they talked about that. Besides lacrosse, the blue head loved to play soccer and basketball even though she was not fantastic with that big kind of balls. She liked to swim and kickboxing and yoga too. Dancing too was a thing she did. All in all, she enjoyed being physically active with anything possible. She never did any of the other things than lacrosse for anything serious. Only relaxation and wellbeing or for fun with her friends. What took up most of her time was, as mentioned: school, work, lacrosse, saxophone, painting. You could barely ever find Gabi on a day where she did nothing at all. So now she was spending some time in the pool for her own sake. She needed the relaxation and she loved feeling the half cold water touching her bare skin. It was a sensation you couldn't hate.

As she got up from the pool and the swimming team came out from their locker room. They whistles because of her lack of clothing and all she did was laugh it off and asked them to fuck off in a playful tone of voice. She wasn't delicate at all and nothing in her posture seemed uneasy about it. It was not like she did not know that she had a killer body. And she knew most of the guys on the swimming team anyway, so they joked around together. In fact, she talked to almost everybody on the school. She was an open minded girl without any trouble at all with getting to know others. She didn't even scare that many away with her blue hair, because she had a chill personality to match so it didn't matter that much. She didn't seem like a total freak when being talked to. The boy she was now sitting next to, she couldn't quite read. He seemed to be a little nervous and awkward, but she didn't know if it was because of her or if it was just his nature. But she sure intended to find out! Mostly because the shy people always made her feel like she had to get them out of their shell so she'd know them better. They were more mysterious than people like herself who did not hide anything about herself because she wasn't shy about the way she looked, what she was thinking, what her opinions were and what she had experienced before. It was only very few things she kept away from public.

She laughed shortly when the boy got her question all wrong and fumbled with the words. She winked to him before finally replying. ”It's nice to meet you Nate” she said and smiled to him with that half flirty half curious glimpse in her dark eyes as she watched him carefully. He actually looked quite good. Not her usual kind of guy but definitely not ugly! And therefore her usual flirty expression showed itself on her pale face. ”What are you writing an article about?” she asked him curiously and tilted her head gently to the side. “I'm Gabrielle Blake by the way. Call me Gabi” she introduced herself with gentle laughter and nodded a little. ”And no, I am not on the swimming team. I prefer not being yelled at by an ugly broad-shouldered woman, who can't swim herself” she said calmly but her eyes seemed to reveal some sort of tease and joke. She could be quite harsh with her words but her gaze always seemed to take the edge a little off of it.

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I've got your kiss still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips, this love so deep inside of me, baby

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Notes: It is short, but I figured that since we're very busy both of us, it'll be easier to handle. ^^
Lyrics: Painted on my heart – The cult
Outfit: Here
Tagged: Nate :]