MJ’s Comments (group member since Nov 16, 2012)

MJ’s comments from the Capitol Academy: The Second Generation group.

"Oh, Harper, you don't know how happy that makes me to hear you say that. Everything is going to be great again. We're going to be happy together. Don't you worry, this is all going to work out." How could it not? She was the love of his life, the person he was destined to be with. He knew it. "It's going to work. It has to. Now, bird, what do you say to going out and getting something to eat? We could go to that little café that just opened up, the vegetarian one, it's supposed to be really good? What's it called... the Green Sprout Café?((Giving Wisteria some business XD)) Sound good?"

Haha who's the seventh grader?

George felt a wave of relief wash over him when he felt Harper start kissing him back, he was scared to death she would push him away, tell him to go to hell, or even slap him or something. But no, she was kissing him back, she loved him, and he loved her, and everything was going to be perfect again. He smiled through the kiss and pulled away, looking deep into Harper's beautiful icy blue eyes he hadn't seen in forever. Her eyes were always one of George's favorite things about her, they were so special and gorgeous and perfect, they reminded him of the ocean which he loved so much. "Harper, I was an idiot, and I'm so, so sorry for hurting you. I hate myself for it. All I know is that love you, so, so much, and I don't want our relationship to be like this anymore, always on the rocks, constantly fighting, breaking up, getting back together. I want it to be serious, passionate, and full of love. I hope you do, too, because I came over here today to ask if you would pretty please take me back? No more games, I promise, and no more regrets. I love you, Harper Carrington."

I'm fine haha I am just not proficient in operating a skateboard. Peace out, I'm off to Oktober fest for the second time cuz I'm a big fat German XD

And... I just fell flat on my face falling off a skateboard. Just in case you wanted to know.

Casper watched the girl take a bite of her muffin. She was really pretty, he couldn't lose his cool. "Nice to meet you, too. Yep, I'm Cass, short for Casper. Might I say, you look very pretty." Cass smiled at her question and nodded soundly. "Yep, we both go here. Myself, I've been going here for.. wow, like four years now, and my friend here just got here, right? Yeah. This place is like a second home to me, it's great. It might be stuffy and snobby or whatever, but there's a certain air of family about it, too, like we're all close-knit. How about you? How long have you been going here?"

((Yeah what book?))

Casper swallowed a piece of the croissant and made a face, bacon pizza and croissant didn't go well together. At all. He slowly put the croissant back onto the cute little cafe plate, and looked up when he heard someone walk in. Another girl. Bu something about her was different from all of the others, she didn't fade into the background of the cafe scene. He scratched the side of his nose vigorously when she had walked in in order to get Alec's attention, then watched her walk up to the counter to order. "Dude, that one's hot," Casper whispered leaning over towards his friend slightly. "We have a girl!" He smirked and watched her get a coffee and a chocolate muffin, then, to his surprise, watched her walk straight up to them and take a seat next to Alec. He smiled and gave Alec a nod of approval. 'Go for it,' He mouthed.

((Yaaayyyz))

Cass and Alec are at the cafe and ready for some girls :P

Casper Maximilian Fisher sauntered into the cafe with his new friend Alec, a certain type of swagger and nonchalance coming off of them. They were cool. They were attractive. They were ready to pick up some girls, and that's exactly what they were there to do. All of the girls in the cafe were staring at them already, the boys were off to a good start. Casper took a glance around, all of the girls there were really good looking, as all of the girls at this school were, but none of them really stuck out to him in particular. He strolled right up to the counter and ordered a hot coffee with lots of cream and a croissant. The guy quickly handed Cass his croissant and made his coffe handing it to him carefully. Cass scanned the room and found an empty booth near the back, he walked over and took a seat. The cafe hadn't changed, it was just as cute and quaint as he had remembered it. He started to eat his croissant slowly, eyes on the door in case some more girls walked in that seemed interesting.

Haha I love them

Kay I'll put Cass in the cafe

Oh yeah of course, should we put them in the cafe and wait for Ells?

((Aight cool cool))

Alright awesome Leena, okay George is now the official owner of the Ol' Bookstore XD

Ells yeah don't worry about it it'll look awesome

Okay yeah should we do a time skip?

George got even more nervous when Harper actually answered the door, a part of him thought that she would see who it was and slam the door in his face, or not answer it at all, even. He noticed that she only opened the door up a quarter of the way, his face fell. She didn't trust him? He sighed. He deserved it, honestly. The fact that she was so hurt that she wouldn't even open up the door completely hurt him. George stared down at his slippers for a second, then looked back up at Harper. A million different emotions rushed through him when he looked at her beautiful face he had fallen in love with so many years ago. Happiness, fear, regret. She probably hated him, but he still loved her with all of his heart. She was the best thing in his life, not Greece, not the ocean or fishing, not anything else. If he just could have gotten it through his thick skull sooner... he would still be with her. He took a deep breath, pushed on the door so it opened some more, came closer to where she was standing, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her passionately, all of these feelings, all of their history, all of his love going into this kiss.

George stopped by the front desk and gave the manager the room key back, and then strode out of the one star hole he had been staying in. He took a deep breath of the outside air, it was fall, and the weather was transitioning from cold, but not too cold (their version of 'summer') to a much colder Russian autumn. It was nice to be outside again, he had been wasting away in his room, ordering pizza or Chinese delivery for all of his meals. He rubbed his hands over his bare arms, he was wearing a ratty old tee shirt with a few holes in it, not the best clothing option for a barely freezing autumn morning. The cab he had called pulled up and screeched to a stop right in front of him, and George picked up his suitcase and made his way over tossing his bag in the trunk and then hopped in the back. "Uh, 312 цветок, please." The driver said something in Russian and started up the car. George watched out the window as they made their way, watching the early morning sky, the people in the diners eating breakfast, and people making their way to work. Time slipped away, and the twenty minute ride felt like twenty seconds to George. The driver pulled up to the house and said something in Russian again. George racked his mind of how to say thank you. "Ah, um, спасибо, sir." The driver nodded, and George handed him his payment, jumping out of the car. George stared at the house as he got his stuff out of the trunk, it felt like it had been an eternity since he was here last. He waved to the driver, and made his way up to the front door, a million thoughts racing around his mind. What if this didn't work? He shook his head. Of course it wouldn't. He should just turn back now, this is idiotic. Yet, something kept pushing him up to the door. He hesitated for a few moments, then rang the doorbell, his heart beating through his chest.

George laid on his motel bed in his pajamas, flipping through the three available channels over and over again. The news, sports, and some strange foreign movie he was sure nobody had ever heard of before. He sighed and reached over to grab Harper's hand, soon realizing once again that she wasn't there, he was on his own. It had been a few weeks since Harper had kicked him out, he had been spending way too much time away in Greece or out on the town with his friends, and not spending enough time with the only one who really mattered, Harper. His bird. Harper had booted him out finally, fed up with his childish antics, and George quickly checked himself into a local motel. It was hard on him, not having her there all the time. Even when he was away in Greece, he knew he could just call her up and it wouldn't be awkward, she wouldn't be pissed off at him. He sighed again and rubbed his hands over his face, thinking. An idea came to him, and though it was simple and stupid, it might just work. He removed his hands from his face and slapped them onto the bed, pushing himself off. He grabbed his suitcase and slipped on his old bunny slippers, turning off the crap television and made his way out of his room and down the hallway. He took out his phone and called a cab.

Yeah, okay. I can post first, at their house? Also do you know if Leena's Ol' Bookstore actually has an owner? Cuz I was thinking George would be the type of guy to own a hipster bookstore

Yeah it's gonna be a process definitely, I just was reading through their house topic and I thought they were cute and we should start them up again. Lol that's fine, maybe she did, and that can be part of their story

That's terrible Cam oh my