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Camilla walked into tje Gazebo, clutching a book, on her only day off.
Hawtshot walked into the Gazebo.
Julius was sitting the Gazebo, thinkibg to himself.
"Hi there! I'm Hawtshot! Who're you?" Hawtshot asked loudly, walking over to Julius.
"I'm Julius Wendell. Owner of the Oceania Yacht Club." Julius introduced himself with an intelligent smile.
"Oh, I'm Hawtshot. Vanderbilt student. Member of no clique." Hawtshot said merrily.
Julius nodded while plucking a flower from the outside franes of the gazebo. He had come here as a place to think, as it was usually empty. Julius supposed there wouod bw non of that today.
"So, are you like, an adult?" Hawtshot asked curiously.
"Yes." He said simply. Was that not obvious?
"Oh. You're sure acting bored." Hawtshot said, disappointed with him.
"I'm not bored, I'm thinking. Besides, have save my energy for the partys that i host." Julius said
"Oooooohh, well excuse me!" Hawtshot said, a little bit angry.
Julius furrowed his eyebrows a bit. "I'm sorry, I don't understand the problem here"
"Forget it." Hawtshot said, and walked away. "I'm going to Lola's Boutique."
Julius sighed.
Vic was in the gazebo, pencil in hand. She was sitting on one of the old white benches, her poetry book in her lap. She liked it there because people rarely went there and she could be alone.
Jack again, still needed pictures for his photography class and the last time he tried the girl yelled at her. He walked into the gazebo,looking around. He noticed the same girl from before and took a couple steps backwards to leave and fell backwards.
She looked up to see a boy on the ground. She couldn't help but smile slightly. "Are you okay?" Vic asked softly, standing up to go and help him up. She stopped smiling when she saw his face. Oh god, not him. He thought that she was an ass.
Jack just stayed quiet and stood up. "S-sorry. Im just going to go." He mumbled and held on to his camera. He took a step back and glanced around, then back at her.
"I-uh-yeah," she said, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. She was debating whether or not to be nice to him. Well... he was a nobody after all. "Or you could stay here and keep me company." Vic's words came out quickly.
Jack froze and gave her a confused look. Not saying anything ay first. "A-are you sure?" He hoped she wasnt just saying he could say and then was going to be mean and tell him he had to go.
"Sure," she said and sat back down on the bench. Vic closed her poetry book and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
Jack hesitantly sat down across from her. He looked down at his camera and messed with the buttons a little. He bit his lip and glanced at her then looked back down at his camera, unsure of what to do.
Vic looked over his shoulder at the camera. "Are you taking photos for class or is it more for hobby?" She asked, actually interested.
"Umm... both actually." He talked loud enough for just them to here. If anyone else was there with them, they wouldnt be able to hear him at all.
"Cool," she said with the slightest of smiles.
He smiled a tiny bit and turned it on. He started to look through the photos. He got a couple good ones from the girl that was dancing in the ballroom earlier. Plus he had some really good nature shots.
Her smile grew when she saw the pictures. "You're pretty good. I couldn't do crap with a camera," she said with a small laugh.
He smiled a little more. "Its pretty much my life line." He shrugged and shut the camera off then leaned back against the bench. He looked up at the top of the gazebo.
She moved so she wasn't looking over his shoulder. Vic looked out to where an empty courtyard was. "Sorry for earlier," she said in a soft tone.
"Hmm?" He asked confused at first. "Oh um... its alright. Im use to it." Hemumbled quietly and shrugged. He glanced at her then down at his lap.
"I kind of killed any chance of a social life, most likely,"she said looking at her lap as she wiped her hands on her jeans almost nervously. "Why am I telling you this? You probably don't care."
"Because im quiet and a good listener because i dont talk much." He shrugged. Honestly he didnt care much but he'll listen to her because he hasn't nothing else to don
Vic nodded. "Probably," she said more to herself than to him.
He shrugged and didnt say anything else. He wasnt one to start a conversation. He looked over at her and took the chance to take a picture or two while she wasnt paying attention.
She sighed. "I'm probably being boring now," she said with the smallest of smiles.
He shrugged. "Its fine. Im use to the quiet." He smiled a tiny bit and shut his camera off, settling it back around his neck.
She opened her poetry book, jotting something down really quickly. She then paused for a second, thinking.
He glanced at her curiously but didnt say anything. He watched her as she was thinking, hoping he didnt seem creepy in any way.
She looked over at him in the corner of her eye. She then looked back at her book.
He kept on watching her and then glanced ar her book. He bit his lip before talking. "Whatcha doin'?"
He was going to ask her what she was writing but didnt want to be pushy. He looked back up at the top of the gazebom
IDarla was skipping near the gazebo, and saw someone playing the guitar. "How cool!" She exclaimed, bounding over to where Bellamy was sitting. "Hi, I'm Darla Kingston!" She told him bubbily, extending one French manicured hand.
"Me? Play guitar?" Darla asked, taken aback ."Nope! Not a single instrument, but I do DJ if that counts."
"Oh yeah, I DJ! I could teach you!" She offered, plunking down in the seat he offered her.
"Well..." Darla paused,"My father is much too busy to be a musician as well as a businessman. Daddy does rather like classical music and jazz though." She tucked a bouncy curl behind her ear-"I saw these two boys at my old school in Beverly Hills DJing, so I thought I'd join them."
"They saw me watching and taught the basics." She told him, braiding daisies to make a Coachella-esque flower crown. "I mainly taught myself after that though, because My father sent me here for school."
