and now you're falling again.

[heartsout]

For Missus Aaryn. ♥

What a boring day.
Jackson would surely die sometime very soon because of that fact. Guh. Avery nor Holden were anywhere to be found, not that he'd actually gone looking for them or anything. With Mister Holdikiens acting all, I want to say depressed, he seemed to be avoiding them. He couldn't help but feel like he'd done something wrong, but when he thought about it he couldn't come up with anything. Except he and Avery's little chat at the lake, he missed Jessica. And that he was, jealous that Jackson always had Avery, and he didn't have Jessica? Made sense to him :/

But Jessica had to come back really soon! Then Holden wouldn't be happy and Jackson would feel like a sucky friend.

Anyway, back to the boredness. The boy wanted something to do to pass the time, since this seemed like the day that would never end. And they say, time flies by when your having fun. Now, he was going to put that to the test! He had decided to cook something in the kitchens, just because he felt like being Chef BoyarJackson. And food was one of the things he loved the most, apart from his girlfriend of course. ;D

Skipping into the kitchen, he ignored the house elves that asked him what he would like, he wanted to make his own food today. But what to make, what to make? Hm. Brushing hair from his eyes, he stopped in front of the fridge, peering inside. There was tons of food, but none of it seemed to look good enough. Well, he might want to decide what to make before actually making it. Smart idea, yes?

Shutting the fridge, Jackson yanked open a few cupboards, standing on his tippy-toes to see if there was a cookbook somewhere. He knew there had to be one, he'd used to make blueberry cupcakes with Jessica! Ugh. This was so frustrating. Chewing on one of his snake bites, he moved to the next set of cupboards, and as soon as his pale hands had pulled the doors open, a bunch of pots and pans came crashing to the earth.

He squealed, moving back wards to avoid getting his toes smashed by falling cook wear. The sound was very loud, and he was sure anyone outside could have heard it. :/

[xxbrokenheartxx]

hey girl you know you drive me crazy

Aaryn 'twas bored. So where was she going? Somewhere she had never been before. The Kitchens. Dun. Dun. Dun. It was scary. She was venturing into the unknown. Why? She was going to make cake! Why? So she would have a bunch of cake to eat when she was bored. Duh! Why else would she make cake? To stare at it? No. That would be soooo stupid. The only other reason she could think of to make cake would be to give it out, but where would be the fun in that? She would get to eat any. That would be sad. ]:

Aaryn was in the kitchens now. She was going to be Chef Saeumi. She could pretend she was in a fancy french restaurant. And she was going to make cake! French cake... Okay, perhaps just cake. Whenever she made cake at home, she just used mixes, but where was the fun in that? Exactly, no fun at all. The funness was creating the batter. How was she supposed to do this? She didn't know. She'd figure it out. And if it tasted nasty... She could probably get the House Elves to fix it.

The house elves immediately came up to her and asked what she wanted. She brushed them away, heading to the kitchen are. Missus Aaryn was excited. She was now in the kitchen area, but someone else was already looking through everything. Perhaps he could be her baking partner. She couldn't do everything on her own. Or perhaps he was just hungry. She looked at him for a moment.

"You won't find any food in there," she said, grinning, "if you want some, you could just as the house elves, they'll be more than happy to help."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one that had been trailing her nod his head eagerly. She wanted to laugh. It was amazing how eager these small creatures were to help. It would be nice to have one around. She wondered if she could get her mom to pay for one. Hopefully. If not... Well, she'd figure something out. Not like she was ever gonna do any work around the house. She was hardly there, anyway, she spent break at Hogwarts, so she only saw her mom on small occasions.

[heartsout]

Bright blue eyes scanned over the fallen cook wear, raising a dark eyebrow. They all just lifted themseles up and found their spots on the cupboard shelves once again. Well, it makes sense, this is a magic school. Shaking his head a little, Jackson didn't hear anyone come in, he was too wrapped up on his hunt for a cookbook, and the thought of whatever he was going to make. He's a piggy, okay? Good thing he has a fast metabolism and won't get fat. Muwahaha.

Turning, he crossed his arms over his chest absent mindedly. It was much more comfortable than standng with his hands hanging at his sides. He was wearing a black Drop Dead, Gorgeous shirt, with the words written big in red and white all sideways, unless you've never seen the shirt, hm. Anyway, he blinked at the girl, resisting the urge to giggle.

"M'not looking for food. I'm looking for a cookbook," he cast a glance behind him at the open cupboards. Maybe this girl would be smarter than him and be able to find it. Then they could cook something, he was an okay baker, so... "Wanna help?" he asked, his eyes very wide and innocent. He wanted her to help, she didn't look like she'd bite; he might bite her first. Teehee.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

one look puts the rhythm in my hand.

Cooking stuff was on the ground. That was not a good thing. But then, SWOOSH! All the cooking materials flew back onto the shelves. How cool was that? Magic. Aaryn loved magic. It was so cooollll. She wanted to eat it. Well, not literally, but it made life a hell of a lot easier. With all the SWOOSHing and stuff. It was absolutely awesome-like. Another reason why the young girl that decided she might hate Hogwarts last term now loved it. Because of effin' magic.

The boy crossed his arms. Was it a, 'what the hell?' arm cross, or a 'it's comfy' arm cross. Aaryn decided it was a 'it's comfy' arm cross. He didn't seem like the 'what the hell?' arm cross type boy. He seemed like the nice kind of boy. The kind that would be all nice and stuff. So, ya. The whole 'what the hell?' arm cross was out of the way. She deemed him a nice boy.

He was wearing a purdiful black t-shirt with words and stuff on it. It was all weird and purdy. Aaryn was wearing a striped green shirt and fake pearls. She had been wearing gloves, but took them off, figuring it would be hard to bake a cake with them. She was also wearing faded jeans. They were all big and long. It was coolio. This boy looked coolio, too though. With his whole black t-shirt thing going on.

M'not looking for food. I'm looking for a cookbook. Wanna help?

"Me? I dunno, I'm no good at finding things..." she said, it was pretty true, "but... I suppose I could try."

She went to a shelf across from the boy and opened a cupboard door. There were tons of cookbooks. "Look over here!" she said, "there are lots of them over here." She waved his hand, motioning for him to come over. She tried to repress a giggle. From the looks of it, he had been having a hard time finding one. And she had found it just like that. so easily. It was kind of funny.

[heartsout]

Well, I am glad she deems him as a nice boy, because he is. Unless you make him mad, then he'll make you eat dirt of lock you in a closet or possibly even curse you. But yes, Jackson is a nice boy. Hmm. Rocking his his feet a little where he stood, he jerked his head sideways a bit, moving his dark hair from his eyes. Ugh, he really needed a hair cut. His hair was being fairly annoying; maybe he'd present Avery with a pair of scissors and let her hack at it. Or he could do it himself, he's not too bad at the whole hair cutting thing.

A smile found it's way onto his pink lips as she agreed to help, but then pouted slightly as she found the cupboard with all the cookbooks. She had to go and show off how idiotic he is, she found them on her first try, and he, he'd only caused a bunch of cookwear to fall to the ground. Rolling his eyes, he made his way over to the girl, peering at the bunch of them.

"Jeeze Nancy Drew, I would have never thought," he said rolling his eyes slightly. He chuckled and turned back to the cupbaord, picking over the lot of them. He wondered what she wanted to make, or what her name even was. That might be a good thing to find out, you know. But he could live with calling her Nancy Drew for now, it was more amusing than her real name he bet.

Standing on tp-toes he reached up, pulling out a yellowish coloured book, it was for baking and stuff, like cakes and cupcakes and cookies and stuff. He smiled slightly, dropping it flat on the counter, flipping the cover open. He flipped through the pages, scanning over the pictures of the yummy baked goods, but nothing looking really appealing.

Randomly stopping on a page for oatmeal cookies, he said,"Well Nancy, what would you like to make?" He slid the book acrossed the surface to wards her, his dark eyebrows raised.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

still i'll never understand why you hang around

Well, I'm glad your glad. But he doesn't sound very nice. Just because he has a disagreement with someone doesn't mean he should make someone eat dirt or lock them in a closet or curse a person. That was meannnnn. And if he was nice, why was he doing mean things. That didn't make much sense. Was he nice or was he mean? Like, seriously. Come on! Make up your miiiind. You could be nice and then say you do mean things. It just didn't make sense.

They boy needed a hair cut. Very badly. She was tempted to pull out her wand and mutter diffindo. She disliked boys with long hair. Because they weren't used to it. They always flipped it out of their face. And it made them look all girly. And it could be cute, but usually it was just weird. Like, who wanted a girly man. Ew. She wrinkled her nose, just a the thought. Like, she could be friends with one, but date one. Ew...

Oh, he was smiling now! But he walked over to her. He looked at them. Was he annoyed she had found them first. Because she didn't want to make the poor boy feel idiotic. No, that would be no fun at all. She would feel bad. She didn't want him to be idiotic. Idiotic was baddd. It was mean. She could be cold, but being mean was just... Well, it was mean. She used to be mean, but then she got mature, and now she isn't mean anymore.

Jeeze Nancy Drew, I would have never thought. She couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. So she was slightly confuzzled. So, as not to look stupid, she laughed. She was looking over the boy. Who could be a Hardy boy. Since she was Nancy Drew, he would be Hardy, like the last name from the Hardy Boys. Like you know from the books. You know the books, right?

Standing on tp-toes he reached up, pulling out a yellowish coloured book, it was for baking and stuff, like cakes and cupcakes and cookies and stuff. He smiled slightly, dropping it flat on the counter, flipping the cover open. He flipped through the pages, scanning over the pictures of the yummy baked goods, but nothing looking really appealing.

The boy was peering in the shelf and Aaryn moved away so he could search. He pulled out the book. Oooo, it was a baking book. Aaryn liked to bake. Well, more like she liked eating baked goods. And she would have to bake it to eat. Well, she didn't have to, but it would be fun! Baking stuff would be funn. Fun monkey business. Yes, very, very, very, fun. Über fun.

Well Nancy, what would you like to make?

She grinned at her nickname. "Hmm... Let's bake a cake, Mr. Hardy!" she said, smiling.

[heartsout]

Okay, so maybe he has some like, internal battle whether he's mean or nice, kay? Jackson is mostly nice, but just does some mean things. That's what landed him in Slytherin in the first place, and that he didn't like to lose and he liked to be in control. Oh yeah. But he's mostly nice, and he doesn't lock random people in closets, he locks Chantal in the closet because he can. [: Isn't he such a sweet and loving big brother? Besides, he's sort of grown out of his Slytherin-ness, he really is a sweet and caring boy.

Oh hush up, he doesn't need one that bad. And his hair isn't long! It's just shaggy, but too shaggy. It just needed a trim, not a full on hacking. He loved his hair, and he could never part with it. And he hardly trusted anyone but himself with it, except maybe Kelly, that girl could dye hair like a professional. Muwahaha. And he could too, he helped dye Missus Locend's hair pink, and he used to help Chantal bleach hers. So HA.

Mhmm, of course! He has a stack of them at home. They're all the really old ones, with bright yellow hardback covers, and bright blue titles and stuff, with the really weird paper. He was never really a fan of Nancy Drew, he normally figured things out before she did. ;D He's just amazing like that. No, he preferred the Where's Waldo books. They actually gave him a challenge, trying to find a little man with glasses and a red and white stripped shirt and hat, now that was hard.

Leaning forward on the counter, the boy used his elbows to sort of keep himself up, looking at her with big blue eyes, all so very innocent. Because he was innocent, unlike some people. -coughAaryncough- It's not like he'd kissed a boy who already had a girlfriend, oh no. He'd never do that. Okay that's a lie. He did that once, to his old friend Elisa. But she's long gone, 'kay? That was all before Avery. [:

Jackson let out a chuckle at his new found name, Mr. Hardy. They would be known as Nancy and Mr. Hardy from now on. Well, a least until he found out her real name. He smiled, pulling the book towards him. "Oh but Nancy, what kind of cake?" he asked, flipping to the index, and finding the section for cakes, he flipped to it. Ooo, they all looked so yummy!

"What about... a chocolate cake?" He stopped on the page and lifted the book, holding it out to her so she could see.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

i see what's going down.

Okay then. Thanks for informing her. But still, what kind of person locks their sister in closets. It's a very mean thing to do. You see, his mean. He is all Slytherin and stuff. And it isn't very nice. So he should stop locking his sister in closets. His sister deserves better. Perhaps he be nice and loving. Or would that be to hard? It doesn't sound like he has grown out of his Slytherin-ness. No, it doesn't really sound like that at all. Sorry.

Well, if he had to get it out of his face, he obviously good do the whole hair swish thing. A trim? Looks like a full on hacking to her. I think he would look good bald. But you said you trusted Avery with it... Who would want to die their hair pink. Okay. She had done it for a while. But what boy died their hair pink? And how old is your sister? Is she even old enough to bleach her hair?

Oh, that's cool. In her kindergarten class room they had a whole bunch of Hardy books. They were all blue with yellow titles. But then they showed her Nancy Drew. She didn't like the Nancy Drew books. They were to hard to read for a 5-year-old. Wayyyy to hard. So she stuck to the Hardy books. They made more sense. Plus there were hot boys in it. She was a very messed up child.

Where's Waldo? Pfftt. Those books were no fun at all. So boring. She hated those books with a might. A very big one too. They were BOR-ING! How could anyone stand looking at a picture for so long. Very annoying. V.V

The boy leaned forward. He looked innocent. Probably because he was. And Aaryn was still innocent. Because all that stuff with Dezi hadn't happened yet, 'kay? And this boy, Hardy... He'd kissed a boy before? Strange. So he was bi. Because he'd kissed a boy before but then he is gonna get married to Avery or something. And, besides, it probed he wasn't so innocent after all. xD

Oh but Nancy, what kind of cake? What about... a chocolate cake?

"I think, Mr. Hardy, that we should make a chocolate cake," she said, grinning, "and then put lots of lemon icing on it." She loveddd lemon icing. She loved anything lemon flavored. And lemon with chocolate was ♥. Very much so. Because it was very tasty. Tasty much. Very tasty much.

[heartsout]

Ohmy. It's what older siblings do, be mean to their littler siblings. Well, Jackson at least. He loves his little sister very much, and he just thought it was funny to do that. But it's all in the past, he hasn't locked her in there for years. Well, he just might real soon if she starts getting to close to a certain boy, or a few certain boys. If he had it his way, she'd be in that closet until she was thirty, then she would be allowed to date. 'Nuff said. Oh but he really is nice, he hasn't done anything mean in a long time! Honest. Wanna talk mean, look at Avery. Cursing poor Holden and Jackson and reducing them to tears and begging. Now that's mean.

Bald? Nu-uh. Now way, he's keeping his hair thank you. He's never dyed his hair pink, he helped her do it. He did his red and black, because he is just fantastic like that. Okay, he trust's Avery with his hair too, just because she won't hack it up and make him look like he stuck his head into a blender. Mkay. Chantal is fourteen or fifteen, he forgets which, so yes she is old enough.

He didn't know five-year-olds could read, let alone read Nancy Drew books. I mean seriously. He didn't start reading until he was about eight, he was a late learner. And his mommy taught him to read, because he never went to any muggle schools. How sad, eh? He's never read any of the Hardy Boys books, so he couldn't really compare Nancy to Hardy. Maybe he'll have to see if there's any in the library. [:

Stfu, Where's Waldo rules. Jeeze.

Yes, yes, I know it hasn't happened. And when it does, man it's downright hilarious. Well, to him it will be anyway. But it'll make him mad 'n stuff. 'Kay, he's straight. He's in love with Avery and he's never kissed a boy. Let me tell you how this works. Back when Jackson was just an itty bitty first year Slytherin, he had a friend named Elisa. She had a boyfriend. He liked Elisa, and so he kissed her while she was still with her boyfriend, understand? Good.

The boys face lit up brightly, he loved lemon icing. It was delicious, especially on chocolate cake! He hadn't had any of it in a while, so they would definiatley make that cake. Laying the book flat back down on the table he nodded his head, "Sounds like a plan." He glanced around the room, noticing a small rack in the corner. Hanging from hooks were a bunch of pretty aprons, and if they were going to be baking this delicious cake, they needed to protect their clothes, yes?

Jackson snatched up two and brought them over, handing her a pinkish coloured one, keeping a lime green one for himself, his favourite colour. "Okay, now, what do we need Nancy?" He tied his apron on, waiting for her instructions. He wasn't good at reading recipes. :/