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15 september [shopgirl] an effort, op. 1 no. 39
Title: an effort, op. 1 no. 39
Day/Theme: 15 sept // you and the piece are at the same point of unfolding
Series: shopgirl (2005 film)
Character/Pairing: mirabelle+jeremy
Rating: pg
"I got you something." Jeremy shifted underneath his giant parka and dived into one of its many pockets, drowning and just managing to stick his nose out for air. Mirabelle waited patiently, her bemused smile taking on a look of interest when he returns to the surface with a small box.
"You didn't have to." Her eyes locked shyly into his. She slowly took the box and carefully shifted through the contents of tissue paper.
"I missed your last birthday, remember?" He said tiredly, and then, hastily, "Not that-- of course you'd remember, but, you know. You know?"
She paused and looked up, and scrunched her face up to make that special funny look she reserved for him.
"I love you." He added quickly, to tag home base.
"Thank you." She said primly, and uncovered a pine cone. "Er."
"It's from Maine. Did you know Maine's right on top of you? I mean Vermont. You know, I tried to find your folks' address and stop by for a visit, but the band was getting crazy antsy and wanted to get a move on to New Jersey--" He paused, moved a grubby hand through his vaguely greasy-looking hair, and exhaled deeply. (As an equal compromise, she tries to be easier on him. She knows he just got back from 'the road', and not every day can be a White Tuxedo day. It doesn't stop her from noticing.)
"Vermont's really beautiful. From what I could see, you know." Jeremy did a weird little shuffle with his feet, and sneezed. "S'really cold, too."
She picked up the pine cone and turned it in her hand. She couldn't remember many good things about Vermont. Maybe Christmas -- like that one where she fell into a weak spot on the frozen lake. Or the one where she had a terrible fight with her parents that majorly decided her move out to a vast metropolitan desert. Or when her old cat Bell died.
Jeremy had been getting better at reading her lately. "I'm sorry. I thought it'd be, like, special, in a cheesy corny way. Because, you know, you remind me of Vermont. You're my Vermont."
"That was cheesy. Terrible, in fact." She laughed.
"I know. Am I trying too hard to be cute?"
Mirabelle ran her slim fingers through his tousled hair and kissed him. "Yeah, but you're trying. That's all I need, I guess."
*
Day/Theme: 15 sept // you and the piece are at the same point of unfolding
Series: shopgirl (2005 film)
Character/Pairing: mirabelle+jeremy
Rating: pg
"I got you something." Jeremy shifted underneath his giant parka and dived into one of its many pockets, drowning and just managing to stick his nose out for air. Mirabelle waited patiently, her bemused smile taking on a look of interest when he returns to the surface with a small box.
"You didn't have to." Her eyes locked shyly into his. She slowly took the box and carefully shifted through the contents of tissue paper.
"I missed your last birthday, remember?" He said tiredly, and then, hastily, "Not that-- of course you'd remember, but, you know. You know?"
She paused and looked up, and scrunched her face up to make that special funny look she reserved for him.
"I love you." He added quickly, to tag home base.
"Thank you." She said primly, and uncovered a pine cone. "Er."
"It's from Maine. Did you know Maine's right on top of you? I mean Vermont. You know, I tried to find your folks' address and stop by for a visit, but the band was getting crazy antsy and wanted to get a move on to New Jersey--" He paused, moved a grubby hand through his vaguely greasy-looking hair, and exhaled deeply. (As an equal compromise, she tries to be easier on him. She knows he just got back from 'the road', and not every day can be a White Tuxedo day. It doesn't stop her from noticing.)
"Vermont's really beautiful. From what I could see, you know." Jeremy did a weird little shuffle with his feet, and sneezed. "S'really cold, too."
She picked up the pine cone and turned it in her hand. She couldn't remember many good things about Vermont. Maybe Christmas -- like that one where she fell into a weak spot on the frozen lake. Or the one where she had a terrible fight with her parents that majorly decided her move out to a vast metropolitan desert. Or when her old cat Bell died.
Jeremy had been getting better at reading her lately. "I'm sorry. I thought it'd be, like, special, in a cheesy corny way. Because, you know, you remind me of Vermont. You're my Vermont."
"That was cheesy. Terrible, in fact." She laughed.
"I know. Am I trying too hard to be cute?"
Mirabelle ran her slim fingers through his tousled hair and kissed him. "Yeah, but you're trying. That's all I need, I guess."
*