Manic Star [OPEN]

[adrienne jessica larson]

~ Outfit ~

Jess stepped into the cafe and was immediately greeted by the smell of hot coffee. Ahh, Starbucks, the coffee shop that was taking over the world. Many people said it was too commercialized, but really, you just had to step away from the Frappucinos and Mochas. Because really, the stuff they made where you could actually taste the coffee didn't taste that bad. Provided you didn't load it with sugar.

Anyway, Jess is what one could call a regular at this shop. This was made obvious by the fact that the redhead cashier spoke to her as the door closed behind her. "Peacock today, Jess?" he asked, shaking some of the shaggy mop atop his head out of his eyes so he could see properly. He put out his fist and outstretched his pointer finger, drawing a circle with its tip as his way of telling her to turn so he could see her dress. As she did so, half exasperated and half pleased, her dress poofed out slightly, and she clamped her arms against her sides before it poofed too much. The cashier nodded in approval. "Very nice." he said.

Jess walked up to the counter, placing her purse next to the cash register so she could go digging through it to look for money. "Hello Jake. What's up? How's the girlfriend?" she asked him.

"Not much. And she's recovering, thank god." he replied. Jake's girlfriend had recently burned her hand while cooking. "You having your usual? Cuz we're out of chocolate croissants." he told her.

"Seriously? Damn. The usual drink, but instead of the croissant ..." she scanned the display case. "... I'll have the coffee cake." she told him. "The blueberry one." Jake nodded and stepped over to the case to remove a piece and put it on a plate. "You doing anything for Halloween?" she asked to keep up the conversation.

"Carrie and I are planning to go see the Rocky Horror Picture Show." he told her with a grin, sliding the plate across the counter and grabbing a cup to prepare her drink. "We're dressing up as Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger from Harry Potter. Whadda ya think?"

Jess burst into laughter. "You know, I never thought about it, but you two could pass off as them." she said. Jake then finished making her coffee and passed her the cup. In return, she gave him a fistful of bills. "Well, good luck on your ... endeavor." she said as she took the change he gave her and dropped it in the tip jar. "And ... I'll see you whenever?" Jake nodded. Jess then picked up her purse, coffee, and coffee cake and stepped out of line.

Looking around, there were few empty seats left. The cafe was very busy today, it seemed. There was one table in the corner that was occupied by a lone person. Jess decided to approach. "Is this seat taken?" she asked, gesturing to the seat across from the person.

[jeremiah daniel cournes]

Jeremiah walked into the starbucks, feeling the instant warmth and smiling. He liked feeling warm, and he wasn't exactly dressed for the slightly chilly water. A simple tan shirt with a pair of glasses on it that said "Weezer" on it, pair of Hollister blue jeans, sunglasses, hat and then his new shoes that he had just recently bought. Shoe shopping was loads of fun when your father is paying for them. Luckily he wasn't around, juts sent the money in an envelope, so Jeremiah was free to get what ever kind of clothes he wanted. Though he liked making his own clothing, he did enjoy occasionally going to splurge money at stores. Who didn't?

Jeremiah walked up to the counter and checked out the menu. He didn't really feel like getting much today, and he only had a few more dollars from his shopping spree, so he ordered a simple black coffee with sugar and a cinnamon roll. When the man rang him up, Jeremiah smiled and paid the guy. He stared half caring at a little flier that was on the counter. It was advertising a party at someones house. A sweet sixteen, saying anyone was invited and a list of presents if anyone wanted to bring one. Jeremiah always wondered why someone would want a bunch of strangers around them to celebrate such a special day, but more importantly he wondered why your sixteenth birthday was so important. Wasn't it like any other birthday?

Jeremiah heard the guy behind the counter, Jake, his name tag read, tell him his order was done. Which shook Jeremiah from his thoughts. Jeremiah looked up a bit fuzzy thought and noticed his drink and roll on the counter. "Oh, thanks." Jeremiah said, grabbing his order and flashing a quick smile to the clerk. He brought it over to a corner table and sat down, the flier a bit crumbled but still in his hand. Jeremiah placed everything down, the flier in between the coffee and the roll. He folded the paper up and slid it into his pocket, then took a sip from his coffee. Not much to do today really. He did everything he planned, and he already got all his homework done. He made sure he got that done first.

Jeremiah stared out the window, taking another sip of his coffee. He heard someone walk in and have a conversation with the clerk; but he focused back on outside. It was so pretty outside. He liked it, it brought back thoughts of his old home. He wondered how people were doing, and if Taylor moved on or not. He hoped so. "He deserves someone that is open about who they really are...that knows who they really are." Jeremiah thought to himself. He didn't know if he was Bi, but he refused to even consider it anymore. He didn't want his dad to just give up on him completely, he liked having the phone calls. He didn't want them to stop because Jeremiah decided he likes guys as well. He could deal with just girls.

Someone's voice brought him back from his thoughts and he looked toward the other side, seeing a girl standing beside him. She gestured to the seat in front of him and Jeremiah understood what she had said then. "Naw, you can sit there if you want." Jeremiah said, all smile. He took another sip from his coffee. Jeremiah took his sunglasses off and hooked them onto his shirt. Jeremiah looked over at his roll, which he really didn't feel like eating. He was wondering why he had ordered it in the first place. He wasn't hungry. "I'm Jeremiah, nice to meet you..?" Jeremiah said, inquiring the girls name. He stuck his hand out to shake hers, the one that hadn't grown hot from the coffee mug.

Not wanting to waste the food, Jeremiah took a small bite from it after his hand had returned to him. He chewed it carefully, looking out the window once more. He would have to remind himself to call an old friend and ask how everyone was doing.

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Outfit

[adrienne jessica larson]

Jess gave a smile and sat down across from Jeremiah, placing her plate and coffee down on the table. "Adrienne. But ah, call me Jess." she said, shaking his hand. She, admittedly, hadn't expected him to extend his hand to shake, as few people around here actually shook hands when they met someone. It certainly wasn't a bad thing; if anything it showed he was nice and polite.

She took a sip of her coffee. "You like Weezer?" she asked, nodding towards his shirt. She figured if they were going to be sitting together, they might as well strike up a proper conversation. Plus, music was always a good topic of conversation. Jess would listen to most types of music, mainly in rock.

She picked up her fork and used it to cut off a slice of her coffee cake and slid it into her mouth. Jeremiah really seemed to like looking out the window, she noted to herself. Probably had something on his mind. She mentally shrugged. Hey, she'd just met him, she wasn't going to nose around in his business.

[jeremiah daniel cournes]

"Jess, cool name." Jeremiah actually liked the name. It wasn't over used. Jeremiah was starting to wonder if shaking hands wasn't really done around here, being Jeremiah didn't really see a lot of people doing it. Well, business people sure, but not the other students. Jeremiah mentally growled at himself for thinking about something so unimportant. What'd it matter if they did or not? It was a habit by now, and not shaking hands with someone would just lead to him laughing at himself later. Though, it could definitely be something to consider not doing, if it meant not looking like a complete looser. "You think to much on stupid things. And not enough on important things." Jeremiah fussed at himself.

Jeremiah looked down at his shirt and tugged at the bottem hem. He looked up when the girl asked a question. "Yeah, they're a pretty awesome band. But I love a lot of music, especially the classics." Jeremiah said, taking another small bite from the cinnamon roll. He really did not want it. Stupid "don't let anything waste" lessons all his life. "How about you? You into music?" Jeremiah asked, then took a sip of his coffee. Other conversation starters were going through his head as he didn't want the talking to stop after this one died down. Jeremiah hated not socializing, and talking came along with being social, so Jeremiah loved talking too. And asking questions.

"Dude, don't forget you're talking to someone." Jeremiah reminded himself. It was kinda weird how he talked to himself as another person, but he pretty much was used to it by now; and he hadn't done anything completely psycho to worry about it being a mental problem. Jeremiah returned his hazel pools to look at Jess. She looked kind of familiar, but he couldn't remember ever talkingto her before. Maybe he just saw her around campus? That was probably it. "You go to Darmon, right?" Jeremiah said, taking another sip out of his coffee. Not really sure why it would really matter where she went to school. Maybe if he saw her around the school grounds after this he would talk to her again. Lord knows he wanted to make as many friends at that school as possible.

Jeremiah took another bite from his cinnamon roll, this one a little larger then the other ones. It definitely did not taste bad at all, but as stated, Jeremiah just wasn't very hungry today. Luckily the roll was almost finished, a few more bites would make it disappear.

[adrienne jessica larson]

"Yup." Jess said when he asked if she was into music. "I listen to a lot of stuff. Mainly under rock." she took a sip of her coffee. "But lately ... let's see. Audioslave, Pearl Jam, Red Hot Chili Peppers, some Rufio and Mae too..." she shrugged. "Overall, whatever I can find, really." she told him.

"What about you? Like, favorite artists and such." she asked. Well he had said classics, but that was kind of vague. Some people called classics like The Beatles and Queen and other older stuff, while some meant the classics of modern music like Coldplay. There were very few people who she knew who didn't like Coldplay.

"Yeah." She said when he asked if she went to Darmon. Now that he mentioned it, she knew she'd seen him around somewhere. "Fifth year. Psychology." She took another sip of coffee. "You?" He was obviously quite a bit younger. First or second year she'd guess. As for major ... he looked like the artsy type. Like the spotlight artsy type. Some acting, music, modeling, maybe photography or something.

[jeremiah daniel cournes]

Jeremiah grabbed his coffee cup again and took a sip; letting the, now only warm, contents fill his mouth. He could feel it roll down the back of his throat, almost making him want to shiver in delight. Luckily he didn't, because that would be kinda hard to explain, don't you think? Jeremiah listened intently on what she was saying. Music was one of his lighter passions, modeling being his one and only true passion. He played the guitar; but he truly sucked at it. Like, even his friends told him to stick with being a "pretty boy" and let the "real rockers" get famous from guitars. He knew they were only joking about leaving the guitar alone; but he also knew they were dead serious about him not wanting to quit his day job.

"Well, I like a lot of different music. I would have to say Billy Idol is definitely my favorite of all though. AC/DC is great band too, and I also like Red Hot Chili Peppers. Most bands now adays are sell outs." Jeremiah said, making a playfully disgusted face, then laughed and took another sip of his coffee. It was really good, and he would definitely say this was one of the best Starbucks he had been to in a long time. Jeremiah leaned back and then remembered a band he had completely forgot about till just then. "Oh! And Guns n Roses. They're like the gods of rock music." Jeremiah said, a little more excited then he probably should have been about a simple topic like music. But when a natrually hyper boy gets coffee, only weird and probably bad things can happen.

Jeremiah knew the girl was older then him, which is why no flirting was happening, but he hadn't expected her to be fifth year. Third, fourth at the most, but fifth? Not that it was old. It was only like, four? five years older? "First year. I'm a model." Jeremiah couldn't help but think about how different the two majors were. One was focused on themselves and making themselves look good, getting into a state of mind that made their pictures look great and aim to have every great photographer want to shoot a picture of them; to sum it up, working on the outside of things. While the other one worked on others, getting people to talk and see the insides of them. Getting into their brains and figuring out whatever theory they were working on. To sum it up; working on the deeper side of things. It was like Black and White; complete oppisites.

Jeremiah couldn't help but ask the question that was playing around in his mind. He like to question things a lot. "Whats it like? I mean, psychology? Like, doesn't it get stressful putting so much thoughts into things? I mean, sure I think hard about things. But, I would get frustrated to easily if I couldn't prove my point in something." Jeremiah said. He laughed slightly and took another swig of his coffee. "I mean, you don't have to answer, I tend to ask strangers questions a lot. I'm weird, I know." Jeremiah added playfully, scrunching his nose up a bit on the word "weird". He was weird, but that was what he loved about himself a lot. The fact he wasn't scared of the "little" things. It was the significantly larger things he was a bit terrifeied about.

Jeremiah hoped Jess hadn't thought the question to be, welly, nosy. Jeremiah also wondered if psychologist and therapists where the same thing.

[adrienne jessica larson]

"Oh, nice." Jess said. "Yeah, it's good to see someone else who doesn't fall to the typical Fall Out Boy and Panic at the Disco type of stuff." she said. She smiled when he mentioned Guns and Roses. "Oh definitely, they're amazing. I love Sweet Child of Mine and November Rain." she told him. It was kind of funny, even though they were four years apart, they could still have similar tastes in music.

"Ahh, nice." she said. Yup, he did look like the 'pretty boy' type. Now that she thought of it, modeling was the exact opposite of psychology. Modeling was making yourself look good on the outside, while psychology (or therapy at least, which was where most psychologists went) was making someone else feel good on the inside. Which really goes to show you how people with opposite interests can like the same music. It was amazing what an array of majors Darmon had, really. From artsy stuff to science stuff.

"Once you get used to it, it's not too bad." she said. "Like, some classes are easier than others. Like in Abnormal Psychology, they tell you what symptoms are signs of what mental illnesses. Then you read these Case Studies where they describe the story of a patient and you use the symptoms in the story to figure out what's wrong with them. So that would be more similar to a doctor than a therapist really." she said. "But sometimes you need to analyze a lot, and then it can be harder." she explained. "Plus, not everyone becomes therapists. Like, I want to become a criminal psychologist." she told him. Alright, so that might sound weird from his point of view, but whatever.

[jeremiah daniel cournes]

Jeremiah did a playful shiver when she said Fall Out Boy. If you ever wanted to annoy Jeremiah, then all you had to do was put on that bands music. It annoyed him to the point of no return. "I cannot stand Fall Out Boy. Panic at The Disco isn't bad, but not my favorite." Jeremiah said, taking another sip of his coffee. It wasn't going to last very long, being it was already about one/fourth done. Jess started talking about her favorite songs from Guns n Roses and he nodded. "Yeah, I love November Rain; but my favorite song by them would have to be Ain't It Fun." Jeremiah said. Quiet a few of his friends thought it was funny how he liked the older rock more then the newer ones, being they were total fanatics over the latest bands. But Jeremiah just never really got the point that newer bands were trying to make. It was nice to finally be able to discuss older rock with someone.

Jeremiah grabbed the coffee cup and took the lid off of it. The stupid plastic shit was getting on his last nerve. All it ever did was keep the coffee contained; only letting a little bit out at a time. It took to long to devour the coffee, and Jeremiah like to drink as much as possible in a short time, that way he would be energized for the entire day. Instead of the short energy burst and then going through a long crash. Jeremiah placed the lid beside his little plate that held the cinnamon roll. Jeremiah brought the cup to his mouth and took a bigger swig then he was able to get with the lid on. Happily he placed the cup back down and swallowed the substance, letting the warmth roll down his body. He grabbed the roll and pulled a small piece from it, eating that too. Hopefully the thing would be gone soon.

Jeremiah took another bite from the roll shortly after, listening to what the girl was saying as he chewed the thing up. He wondered how badly this would screw up his white teeth if he didn't brush away the sugary stuff that undoubtedly found its way to attach to his teeth. No worries though, he had those slip-n-go things that Oral B made in his shopping bag. Don't ask why, K? Jeremiah hoped the girl hadn't thought he was saying it was bad. Jeremiah was just wondering what it was like. Not that he would consider changing departments. Modeling was where his heart was at, and had been for most; if not all, of his life. To change departments sounded like a nightmare to him.

"Yeah, it doesn't sound like it would be bad. I just have always wondered how some people could do it. Maybe I'm to simple minded for it." Jeremiah added jokingly. "I think it would be awesome. I mean, can't psychologists get into peoples brains? That has to be a kick-ass battle strategy. Getting into enemies brains." Jeremiah said, thinking about how many games of Halo he could win against people if he got into their brains. With a mental shake to clear away the unimportant thoughts he heard her last statement about wanting to be a criminal psychologist. "Thats where people profile the criminals, right? Like, try to figure out what they're thinking, figure out MO's and whatnot." Jeremiah asked, taking another sip.

It would have to be a pretty cool job. Jeremiah watched a couple of episodes of Criminal Minds, and they all seemed like pretty awesome people. Of course Jeremiah could easily be wrong about what a criminal psychologist was. Jeremiah was wrong about these things often. In fact, if he got it right he would be pretty surprised with himself.