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[scarlett neveah vayro]

Being off the scene for a while hadn’t done her any good, Scarlett had been ill for the past few weeks, well she was still ill, but now she was much better than before. Her perfectly well immune system that never let her down before had finally crashed underneath the workload of the third year and the heavy social life that she had and so she had curled herself into her bedroom and hadn’t gotten out of the house ever since Monday. It was difficult being ill, especially when you had a lot of work to do, but she was sure she’d easily catch up with all her missed assignments because it wouldn’t be all that difficult for her. Her entire two days so far had consisted of her under the covers, a box of tissues by her side and a carton of orange juice on her bedside table, she wasn’t ready to get out of bed yet but once her hunger came around and her stomach started to grumble like no man’s business, she realized there was hardly any food in her refrigerator; so a trip to the nearest grocery store was in order.

Groggily getting out of bed, she put on a cardigan over her pajamas and some boots before grabbing her bag and stumbling her way to the front door. Her nose was red, she had tissues in her hand and her eyes were red and puffy form not getting enough sleep because she had been moving around a lot. She missed everyone, she missed the company of others, being able to talk properly without having to cough or blow her nose every few seconds. She wanted to go to Anouk’s house, maybe sleep in her room while she slept in Alex’s and had her mom make her pancakes and waffles because when you were being taken care of by other’s it felt so great. But even though she was Anouk’s best friend, she just couldn’t charge into the girl’s house and demand to live there until she was feeling better; that would be just plain rude.

Locking her door behind her, she shuffled to the elevator. Who cared if someone saw her like this? She was sick so she could do what she wanted. A few minutes later she was in front of the grocery store that was nearest to her apartment and as the cold wind blew past her while she entered the shop, hacking coughs ran through her body. Rolling her eyes, and keeping them closed because her eyes were tearing up, she blew her nose once more before curling up the tissues in her hand and shuffling forwards towards the bakery section. There she shuffled side to side as she looked at the shelves full of yummy bread and doughnuts, for a second she just stared, finding it difficult to move because she was so tired and ill. Looking around she looked at the guy that was in the same aisle. “Hey you, Mr. Guy whose name I don’t know, do a girl a favour and will you please pass me that?” She pointed above her head to the nearest loaf of bread and began to cough once more.

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[simeon bradley parker]

Life had become nothing but a tedious routine for Simeon. It felt like he was stuck with the same schedule, week after week. For someone accustomed to constantly changing conditions, this situation felt aggravatingly pointless. For him it was unusual not to be in limbo. When circumstances had failed to dictate that he tun his life upside down regularly he had purposefully gone out of his way to bring about change. Here he was, settled into his third year at La Lumineuse, which was a miracle in and of itself. He had started out taking it day by day; apparently those days had racked up to weeks and years. He was restless now, the kind that couldn't be dispensed but simply finding something to distract himself with for some time. Even things that had previously seemed like a break from his routine weren't enough. Things like clubbing and skipping vast blocks of classes to traipse across Paris didn't even get a response. The monotony had proven beneficial for his grades, at least. He was in no danger of losing his place at the prestigious academy.

What was he doing now? Grocery shopping? On the same day every week? It sounded so homely and normal, which was exactly why Simeon hated the idea. He was standing in an aisle, looking at loaves of bread. It was a reasonable hour of the day to be shopping. He even had a mental list of items that he needed. At least that list included alcohol. If he ever slacked off drinking then he would be really worried. Simeon wanted to violently rebel against this stupid system he'd gotten himself into. He was nervous remaining in the same situation for so long; he was ready to tear out any delicate roots that had tentatively been out down and clear out. Where would he go, though? Paris was a big city, maybe he would find something suitable nearby.

He reached up and grabbed a long loaf, placing it in a brown paper bag. He mentally checked of “bread” and quickly went over what he had left to buy before he could go home. And what then? Put everything away and do his homework? Make some spaghetti? He scowled just thinking about it. Really, this was just a temporary funk he was in. He needed something to snap his attention off of his own life and onto someone else. He needed to judge or argue or... anything, really.

Even though he had all that he needed out of this section, he remained standing, eying the neat rows of baked goods. He was vaguely aware of a person in his peripheral vision but paid them no attention. The sound of sniffling and general unhappiness wasn't exactly the way to attract Simeon's attention. Being directly addressed, though, was a sure fire way to make him pay attention. He looked at the person standing down the aisle from him, recognizing her instantly. Scarlett... something. He had never learned her last name. She was hat irritating person that ha taken unprecedented interest in him. ”You know me.” He walked up to her as he said it, eying her disheveled appearance with visible disapproval. ”You look awful. You don't have swine flu, do you? I left my mask at home.” As he spoke he reached up and grabbed the loaf of bread she had indicated. Simeon held it out to her, leaning his upper body away from her as he did. A smirk had spread across his face; this was a suitable distraction. Even if Scarlett annoyed the hell out of him, she was looking so run down today that he couldn't resist. ”Seriously though, keep your viruses to yourself. I don't want any part of that. Why would you even leave your house? Have you given up on being accepted by society?”

[scarlett neveah vayro]

Ever since she had fallen ill, she hadn’t received one phone call from any of her friends; which was a little bit disheartening but she didn’t mind, because she was sure that once she became better she would annoy them even more so, it was the only way to pay them back for not even visiting her once. Not that she minded because she really did need the peace and quiet for a few days to recuperate and the peace and quiet was the only thing that helped her to do that. In fact, for the first time ever, peace and quiet was what she needed and she was happy about people not wanting to text her every few seconds to know more about this and for her to go out. Being sick was always a good thing and a bad. Bad being the part where she looked like a stuffed up panda who had a red nose like Rudolph and her hair became stark raving mad and the good being that she was free of work and people for a few days. Which was pretty bizarre right? Because Scarlett Vayro was never the type of person who spent time alone at home, she loved spending it with people but right now all she wanted was some quiet time. Though her mind changed as soon as she stepped foot outside of her apartment building, people gave her weird stares; no doubt the bed head was making their eyes widen, now she wished Anouk or someone was there to take her mind off of the looks that she was receiving.

She wasn’t all too used to being sick since she always had a strong immune system. She would laugh at her friends whenever they became ill because it was just funny to see them sniffling, putting their head down so they could sleep. Rarely she ever became ill; it was always good to have a great immune system because it meant you were healthy; but now she was sick and all she could do was stay in a slump. Slumps were never good, neither were funks and she didn’t like anyone of those things. She only ever gave into slumps when she had a mind block about what to do with her pictures; mind blocks were always horrible for every sort of artist or worker. It was like the same routine, you got ill, went into a slump and didn’t come out of it until you could smell something. Her entire nose was blocked and she couldn’t even taste anything, so what was the point of her going shopping? To survive really, if she didn’t eat she’d die f hunger and that wasn’t the way Scarlett thought of herself dying, she wanted to die tragically; heroically even.

Not bothering to look at the guy as he made his way over to her, she sniffled into her tissue once more, blowing her nose like an elephant; she didn’t care, she was sick so she could do that. Looking up as the boy spoke, she rolled her eyes as she realized who it was, she liked Simeon, she really did but she wasn’t in the mood for his annoyingness; his anger and his annoyance towards her…but maybe she could make him do all the shopping for her, that would be good; helpful even. Just maybe…though she was sure he’d suddenly leave her, she could try right? “Not swine flu, but near to it. I think you need a good dose of it yourself my dear.” Smiling, she let out a cough, purposely not covering her mouth. If he became sick who would care? From what she heard, he wasn’t that nice to anyone in particular. Grabbing the loaf from his hands, she smiled as he leaned his body away from her; she wasn’t that contagious was she? Putting the loaf into her basket she shoved it towards him. “You can help me shop you asshole.” Walking out of the aisle that they were in, she tilted her head backwards slightly so she could hear what he was saying. “No I haven’t actually, I’ve been accepted by society very well already, it’s you who hasn’t been my dear, but not to worry I’m sure we can find someone who’ll like you just the way you are. And why can’t I leave my house huh?” Stopping at the fruit section she looked at him, “I want oranges.”

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[simeon bradley parker]

Simeon frowned at her words, anticipating where this was heading. He pivoted his upper body away from her as she coughed, disgust etching lines on his forehead and wrinkling his nose. He wasn't a germaphobe so much as an ardent fan of his good health. It was probably just a cold that Scarlett had, but that didn't make Simeon any more keen on the idea of catching the virus. Even if no one would miss him if he was absent from classes for several consecutive days, and even if he'd receive no sympathy for being sick, he would care. And there wasn't a single person's opinion he valued more than his own. He straightened after she had taken the bread, looking relieved that she seemed finished with hacking at him. He expected her to make some snappy reply to his remarks, then go about her business. That would free him up to finish his own shopping and... go home. He turned his head to the side, an irritated scowl returning to his face as he glared at the rows of baked goods. He was back to square one, grappling with restlessness and... his head snapped around to look at Scarlett as a shopping basket was shoved at his chest. He reached up and grabbed it, more out of surprise than anything. ”That's not really my...” Before he could finish his protest and return the thing, Scarlett had started walking away.

Okay, so he probably deserved this. He was asking for it, deciding to mess with her while she was so obviously.... needy. Simeon hated needy people, but he hated being bored even more. With a frown and after a moment of indecision, he relented. ”Fine, but you're buying my food for me.” He dropped his own loaf of bread in the basket before heading off to catch up with her. ”My case is different. I don't seek acceptance from society. I don't need to be surrounded by people. Speaking of which, don't you have a legion of friends that should be helping you with his?” He had caught up with her, and now fell comfortably into step beside her. With a wave of his hand he indicated the rows of food stacked on shelves, referring to grocery shopping in general. ”It's a little sad that I'm the best you could come up with, and even that was accidental.” His frown had given way to his customary smirk as he glanced to the side to see her reaction. ”Or are you plagued with fair-weather friends, abandoning you at the first sign of troubled waters? I can't really blame them. You are a mess, my dear.”

They had arrived at the produce section, when Simeon reached for a plastic sack to fill with the indicated fruit. After loading up a bag with oranges and dropping them into the basket, he turned to look expectantly at Scarlett. It was an odd situation; Simeon didn't really now why he was doing this for her. There was no one to stop him from hightailing it out of there and leaving her with her stuffed up nose and crumpled tissues. It wasn't sympathy that motivated him, that much was certain. Scarlett was merely providing a convenient diversion and lugging around a basket and loading it with food was a small price to pay for the chance to get on someone's nerves. All the same, he doubted that she had really expected him to agree to this, which made it all the more amusing.

[scarlett neveah vayro]

She found it amusing whenever she was with Simeon; it was just so easy to mess with him because he was the type of guy that became annoyed easily. A lot of people became annoyed when people coughed on them or tried to give them their illnesses, not that Scarlett wanted to give her illness to Simeon; she just wanted to make him annoyed. It was fun. Even though she was ill, she could still have a good time right? Having a good time was always her number one priority, because if you didn’t have fun in life then where else would you have fun? Taking a stop to smell the roses in life was a correct quote that a lot of people used, even if some people didn’t believe it. She was sure that Simeon was the type of person not to take things like that seriously; of course he would be and Scarlett couldn’t help but to make even more assumptions of him. He just gave off the impression that he was an asshole, of course a lot of people would create a lot of thoughts in their heads because of the way he acted and gave them the impression that he was a bastard; she couldn’t help but to think he deserved her annoying attitude. Not even bothering to listening to his sentence of protest, she walked ahead of him, finding it slightly worrying that the boy hadn’t protested some more. What was going on? She didn’t trust him all too much because he disliked her and she knew that; so why was he helping her?

Raising an eyebrow she waved her hand at him. “Sure, sure, isn’t it supposed to be the other way round? I’m the sick girl who needs help and you want me to pay for your food?” Her tone held a bit of annoyance, but she was smirking because she didn’t actually mean it; she just wanted to see how the boy would reply. “Hah, my legion of friends are busy with their own work, you’re the only one who doesn’t seem busy right now, so I know you don’t mind helping me, right? After all, what kind of person, even if they are an asshole, would leave a sick girl by herself?” Raising an eyebrow, she pulled her cardigan closer to her body as they passed aisles with cold refrigerated food; it was difficult to feel good in states like this. “It’s not that sad dear, I like finding you, even if it is by accident, you’re a fun person to talk to and annoy; very lovely person indeed.” Smirking, she let out another few coughs, stopping for a second so that she could control herself before she carried on walking. Rolling her eyes at him, she sighed. “Don’t you ever get tired of trying to put me down? Just because I’m sick dear doesn’t mean that I’ll take it.” Standing on her tiptoes, she came to a stop beside him and slapped the back of his head.

Watching him bag her oranges for her, she took it form him and looked at them for a second before dropping it back into the basket after he had done so. “Now the bananas. I like bananas, do you? They’re a good fruit, full of potassium and what not. What’s your favourite fruit huh? Don’t you want to shop for some fruit? You look like a health freak anyway…or are you all junk food and no abs?”

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[simeon bradley parker]

She seemed surprised at his ready acceptance of his new task, suspicious even. He smiled to himself. Simeon was not the kind to follow a predictable pattern, and going against expectations was refreshing. ”It's the least you could do. Think of it as paying me to talk to you. Like renting a particularly bad friend for a few minutes.” He snorted incredulously. ”Oh yeah, I'm sure they're extremely busy,” He lifted his hands to make invisible quotation marks in the air around the word “busy,” loading it with sarcasm. ”The kind of person who lies to his grandmother regarding how exactly her Buick got totaled,” he muttered, half to himself.

Seeing someone bent over and racked with coughs should elicit sympathy. Simeon knew that on some level. The cold, calculating, detached level. As it was, he only drew his eyebrows together and paused a few steps ahead of her, partially disgusted by the clear sight of sickness and partly annoyed at the hold up. Nothing was holding him to this task, but he still wanted to get it finished quickly. He waited until she had finished trying to evict her lungs from their present location to reply. ”You hit that one right on the nose. I don't have anything better to do, and you look like an easy target today, so...” He shrugged, his expression actually appearing sincere for a moment before his smug smirk returned. Scarlett was an annoying person, something she delighted in, he had learned. She had also taken some bizarre interest in him, and although he was still baffled by it, he had decided she was harmless. He wasn't planning on baring his soul to her anytime soon, but it was because of this confidence that he wasn't worried about some dysfunctional friendship coming out of it. She was just an annoying presence that popped up now and then, then disappeared just as quickly. Like Whack-A-Mole.

"Why thank you. I'm often complimented on my charming demeanor, you know. A magnetic personality, I have.” He laughed humorlessly, sidestepping a display as they approached the produce. He had opened his mouth to reply to her next words when he felt something smack his head. For someone that prided himself on his situational awareness, he had not been expecting that. Turning to glare at the girl as she brazenly acted like nothing had happened, he reached up and rubbed the back of his head absently. ”You're mean when you're sick,” he remarked mildly as she surveyed his orange selection. Apparently he had not selected sub-standard fruit, because she was ready to move on.

He walked over to the stack of banana bunches, ranging in color from bright green to deep yellow. He winced at the onslaught of words, for a moment considering just ignoring her. If he didn't converse she'd just keep going, though. Simeon was not a health nut, but he was healthy. He ate good food, with a fair amount of bad food mixed in. He exercised almost daily, but he also drank and went club-hopping and had an irregular sleeping schedule. ”I don't mind bananas,” he said non-committally. Meanwhile, he found a bunch of bananas that would be good today and even better tomorrow, holding them up for her to inspect. ”I managed to find a good balance between the two. It's the Twinkie/Cross-training diet. A combination of extremes.” It was clear to see from his expression that he wasn't taking her question seriously. He did grab some select apples and tangerines for himself, putting them in separate bags. With a resigned air he turned to face Scarlett again, waiting to see what sort of random item she'd list off next. ”Wouldn't it be easier to order take out? Then you wouldn't even have to expose the world to your virus. Everybody wins.”

[scarlett neveah vayro]

Whenever a friend needed her, she was always ready to help; so it was a little surprising that no one tried to figure out where she was or how she was doing. Although Scarlett hadn’t told anyone that she was sick, they probably did think that she was in another photography expedition or something because the day that Scarlett fell ill was actually pretty rare, but she did sort of have hope in her that someone would just come visit her at home;’ being locked up was tiring and boring. Rolling her eyes, she let out a sigh. “Can I have an exchange? You’re pretty much boring; I could have done this in silence if I wanted to. But I don’t because I’m too weak to carry anything.” Shooting him a sickly sweet smile, she kept her gaze ahead, making sure that she wouldn’t trip on anything. “Well if they’re not, it doesn’t matter. Anyways, I don’t know why you’re interested in my friends, when we should be looking around to find a friend or two for you.”

Raising an eyebrow at Simeon’s answer; she could honestly say that in that specific moment she was surprised. Like Simeon would even want to do something like that, he was an asshole, a conceited person who didn’t give a shit about anyone else but himself. It was weird to see him in a new light...even if he still held those stupid behaviours of his that sometimes made her just want to strangle him while gibbering so much that he wanted to shoot his own head off. “Easy target?” Rolling her eyes, she shrugged her shoulders because she didn’t mind him being there with her today, he would make for some good company because she wanted to be able to annoy him, to make him run around growing angry because it was fun doing that.

Nodding her head, she let out a chuckle. “Magnetic personality...right.” Nodding her head sarcastically, she grabbed a tissue out of the pocket in her pocket and blew her nose loudly, not bothering to care if she was embarrassing Simeon or not, but she did like to have a clear nose so she could speak properly without sounding like a freak. She couldn’t help but to smile when she had smacked him behind the head, but she looked the other way, there was no way he could prove it was her...though of course he could, the cold was messing with her head and her thoughts now, but yes he could tell it was her since they were both the only one, apart from an elderly woman, in that specific aisle. “I know I am, get used to it bub.”

The first thing she remembered about Simeon was that he disliked her jibber jabbering a lot, he disliked her speaking so much all the time but because she hadn’t spoken to anyone in a long while, it was fun to unleash all the stuff she had kept back inside of her onto him. Her eyes roved over the bananas, it really was one of the things that she could keep down throughout her sickness, which was weird because Scarlett was fond of bananas but there were other great fruits too. She just didn’t have time to taste them all. Smiling at his simple answer, she nodded her head, about to speak once more before he held a bunch of bananas in front of her. They were slightly cold when she held them up, taking it from his hands. Pushing it back to him, she smiled. “Yes, I’d like that one; combinations of extremes are good for me.” Smiling widely at him like a little child, she let out a little giggle; somehow feeling better than before. Who knew a shopping trip with Simeon could even do that? “It would have been, but I don’t like living on take outs, I’ve been doing that for the past week, now I need real food. “ Rolling her eyes at him as if he were stupid, she let out a chesty sigh. “OK, next is...ice cream! I want ice cream.” She didn’t care if she was already freezing her ass off or if she was really sick, she wanted ice cream and she wanted it then.”You know, you’re actually pretty nice, I don’t understand why people don’t think you are, once they spend an afternoon with you, people can see you’re nice...or are you just faking it for me?”

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Simeon decided to just ignore Scarlett's insistence that he needed friends. He didn't, and it was clear he didn't want them either. After all, even when he was sick he was perfectly capable of doing his own grocery shopping. His pantry was usually loaded with canned food anyway, so he could afford to spend a week without going outside. It was the give and take of friendship that he despised, in part. You were always having to pay into it before you could get anything out, and Simeon didn't think what you got out of any relationship was worth the time and effort put into one. Actually... one of the reasons he didn't want friends was because he'd be stuck doing things like this all the time. Helping. Well, he was getting a free load of groceries out of it, at least. He could justify that. Besides, as long as he could put up with the word vomit, she wasn't the worst company in the world. Definitely an effective distraction. He was so busy concentrating on not paying attention to her half the time that he effectively blocked out his inclement moodiness.

He didn't know if his insinuations that she just had bad friends were bothering her or not. It just struck him as odd that someone who claimed to have them would be stuck alone in her condition. He knew he wasn't the sort of company that was helpful in this sort of situation, despite what Scarlett said, and he only stuck around because it was helpful to him. Maybe she just had a problem with reaching out to her friends. What a shitty relationship. He wasn't about to break his peace to offer his opinion on that, though.

It wasn't so much blocking her out as filtering through everything she said and figuring out what was worth replying to. And how much effort to put into that reply. ”Nothing healthier than loading up on junk food and vodka then burning it all off the next day...” He did not put much effort into that reply, slipping easily into his second language of sarcasm. He eyed her suspiciously when she giggled, and due to her tone of voice. Cold medicine must be making her loopy. She was far too joyful considering the circumstances. Nobody was giddy while grocery shopping. With a cold. With Simeon. There was nothing to inspire giddiness. If he was acting out of character, it was only because she was misinterpreting his motives. His “friendliness” if you could even call it that, was a mixture of apathy and distraction. She didn't seem to be bothered by his less-than-friendly comments, but he wasn't going to let up. Fitting a jab in here and there was occupying his mind. ”You're going to make a meal out of bread and oranges?” He raised an incredulous eyebrow at the hole in her logic. Of course, they weren't done shopping yet, so there was still a chance for this random basket of ingredients to mesh into an intelligible dish.

Ice cream. Right. ”You shouldn't shop when you're hungry, you know. You always end up with more food than you need, and the wrong kind of food. It'll make yo fat.” He followed her anyway, keeping his tone disinterested and mild. His gaze passed over the food on the shelves as they moved over to the freezer section. He grabbed a box of cereal as they passed the dry foods section, and dropped it in the basket. The thing was getting heavy, loaded down as it was. As he walked he reorganized the items so that nothing was crushing anything else. Scarlett started talking again as he was doing this. ”Am I now? That's a new one,” he interjected, a smirk tugging up the corners of his mouth again. ”Are my true colors shining through? Did you find my sensitive side?” He gave another humorless laugh, shaking his head. ”I don't fake fake anything for anybody. You just caught me at the right time, I guess. If it makes you feel better...” He glanced to the side, looking her over. ”...You have an aversive personality, and I believe I've already mentioned how awful you look. Does that suit me better?” He laughed genuinely this time, a little surprised at himself for doing so. His mood had actually picked up.

He could understand the need for comfort food, and ice cream nearly always counted as such. He came to a halt before the row of frozen food, feeling the waves of cold air crash to the floor and swirl around every time some other shopper opened one of the glass doors. This was no doubt an uncomfortable environment for a sick person. ”See, a nice person would offer his jacket or something at this point. At the very least offer to get the ice cream out of the freezer for you.” His smirk hadn't disappeared, and he stood squarely in the center of the aisle. ”Then again, you are paying for my food...” he trailed off, frowning at her. ”Just hurry up and pick your flavor.”

[scarlett neveah vayro]

Friends were a part of every day life. It was a relationship that was needed in life because Scarlett was so sure that without a person in your life who was your friend, without that person you wouldn’t have a happy life. You’d feel so lonely and depressed as if there’s a part of you missing. It was something similar to how you felt when you didn’t have the other half in your life, but friends were actually so much more than the soul mate that everyone thought they had. Friends knew all your secrets, they helped you through the harsh times and didn’t really judge you on anything unless it was really horrible’ Friends were there for the laughter, tears, the serious conversations and the funny ones, so how could Simeon not want any friends? He was independent, she could see that but everyone, every single person in the world, needed at least one person in the world that they could depend on. So who was the person Simeon depended on? Was he or she hidden? Lived somewhere else? Was that why he was an asshole all the time? Did she count as a friend? She brightened up as well as toned herself down a little at the idea of being his friend because if she was his friend, then she really wasn’t getting anything good out of their friendship.

She always put the effort in when it came to things, why shouldn’t she let Simeon do that? That’s right…she didn’t think that he would bother anyway since he had sort of expressed his dislike for her. A lot of people disliked her after the first impression they received about her, she was just annoying and she knew that but it was how she was, why should she have to change herself for anyone? A lot of people changed themselves just to fit in with people, but there really was no way that a person could change so much because their past self, the self that they disliked would still be there. And Scarlett’s past was still there too, she could sense it but she forced it to stay behind trapped doors. It was the best way for her to move forward in her life and people like Simeon wouldn’t make her retreat back into the corners like she usually did, instead she would annoy him some more because come on…. it was just fun right?

Rolling her eyes, she shrugged her shoulders at him. What else could she expect from him apart from sarcasm? Allowing her easy self to come out, she laughed for a few seconds before coughing once more. Sure she knew he wasn’t being friendly at all, he was using her for his own amusement, though what amusement he’d get out of a sickly Scarlett was something that she didn’t know, but if she was having a good time then that was even better. “Hey, I could make anything out of bread and oranges, it would even turn out yummy but I’m not even finished yet mister!” Rolling her eyes, she smiled wide at him just to annoy him. Annoying people was nice, especially Simeon; there was some sort of pride inside of her whenever she could annoy him because he easily reacted to her words and actions. Sniffling a little, she scrunched her face up a little like a little child, having the urge inside of her to just blow her nose again but she stopped herself and sniffled some more instead. “Ah, if I end up fat, then I’ll be fat but as long as I have food in my house that’ll last me for some time.” Looking at Simeon, she sniffled once more. “But you shouldn’t tell girls they’ll get fat, girls are emotional especially when they’re sick and going through woman problems!”

She walked happily towards the freezer section, well as much as a sick girl could be happy and stopped for a little bit as Simeon reorganized the foods inside the basket. She rolled her eyes at that, who even did that? She’d always just shove stuff on top of one another…though that would explain the crushed eggs or the flattened bread slices. Rolling her eyes once more, she accompanied it with a little throaty chuckle. “Yeah right, you probably don’t have a sensitive side, but if you’re not faking for me then you probably are enjoying yourself. Oh my gosh! Are you enjoying yourself? Huh? Are you? Are you?” Her questions became short as she lost her breath and she began to cough once more, putting a hand to her chest and the other over her mouth as she had a choking fit. But as he carried on speaking, she sighed, taking in a deep lungful of air before letting it all go. “Yes, yes that suits you better.” An eyebrow was raised though as a laughter escaped from his mouth and she just shook her head, unsure of how to react to this for once. Waiting as he spoke, she eyed all the ice cream in the freezers, going up and down the aisle for a good minute or so before she came to a stop. “Aha! I want Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie! Get it, get it, get it!” She pointed towards it and waited for him to get it out for her, though she was sure that she would be fairly capable of getting it herself.

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[simeon bradley parker]

Friends were not something Simeon had ever had, nor were they something he was interested in. Even as a little kid he was more likely to us people and discard them than he was to build up a relationship. Mutual trust and understanding were repulsive concepts. The thought of letting his guard down and letting someone form a reliable picture of his personality was... terrifying, actually. Simeon wouldn't ever admit to having fears, but it wasn't hard to see that he had serious trust issues. It was partially his own fault for setting himself up for failure. He'd screwed people over often enough the instant they began to trust him that he was always expecting the same to happen to him. What had actually sparked the cycle was a mystery, but didn't people say that humans are a product of their environment? When it came down to the blame game, Simeon could turn the spotlight on his childhood, but that was the cowardly way of dealing with things, as far as he was concerned. Admitting that anybody else was responsible for the person he was today was not something he would ever do. He took full credit for his personality, regardless of how accurate or inaccurate that might be.

Whether or not Scarlett looked like the kind of malicious person that was waiting for a chance to destroy him was... doubtful. He was an expert at overlooking details like that though. It was a matter of principle. As soon as he started letting seemingly harmless people through, it was only a matter of time before someone slipped through the cracks. What would happen then, he wasn't sure. His life choices were not the most thought out things in the word. For someone that liked to pick apart the flaws in people's logic, his own had an embarrassing amount. He didn't think himself to be capable of trusting someone enough to get hurt by them, so what he was afraid of was uncertain. But these were all topics of a nature much too serious for the present moment. Right now Simeon was feeling surprisingly good. Light-hearted, even. Scarlett may have been unaware of what enjoyment Simeon was gleaning from their interaction, but his shift in mood made it clear the something positive had come of it.

Her chatter had the effect of giving him something to focus on, however asinine it may be. Her being sick discouraged him from being outstandingly rude, oddly enough. It wasn't empathy... Simeon wasn't exactly sure what it was, but he had trouble messing with people when they were already down. Probably one of his few good traits, and one he didn't recognize readily. His half-assed attempts at goading her masked that reluctance nicely, to his eyes. ”No, really?” he asked sarcastically when Scar mentioned not calling women fat. ”Did I hurt your feelings? Make you feel insecure?” He snorted, a scowl warring with a smirk for the place of dominant expression on his face.

Simeon looked down at Scarlett as they stood in front of the freezers. Her happiness was strange, but she was insane so it was easy enough to disregard it. When she called attention to his own mood in the form of several incessant questions, he just shrugged. He wasn't not enjoying himself. If he was then he wouldn't be sticking around. As her questioning was cut short by another fit of coughing, Simeon winced. The acidic reply he'd had ready melted away, leaving only a frown on his face. Holding back was something he never did, but seeing somebody in such a low state banished a lot of his will to provoke them. At least she was covering her mouth. He waited for her to fall silent again before replying, ”No, I don't have a sensitive side. And no, I'm not enjoying myself. You're being thoroughly pathetic. No fun at all.” He said it with a resigned air, as if he was reciting something without any actual feeling. In truth, he wasn't getting to act exactly the way he wanted to, but it was still better than nothing. "Honestly though, you aren't the worst company in the world. But probably the noisiest." He laughed suddenly, finding this entire situation amusing. Why was he helping a sick girl with her grocery shopping? Was he really in that desperate of a situation that this seemed like a reasonable activity?

”Fine, fine, you don't have to shriek about it...” With the same resigned manner, he stepped forward and opened the door to the freezer that held the flavor of choice. Grabbing a large container of the chocolate fudge concoction, he stepped back and placed the thing in the basket, nestling so it wouldn't crush anything. He looked down at the lid for a moment before saying, ”Remember what I said about getting fat? Yeah, this'll do it.” He laughed again, waiting to see her reaction. He was acting more toned down today, even if it wasn't immediately obvious. ”Alright, you have some fruit, bread, and ice cream. I'm assuming we aren't done? What else does your feverish brain crave?” He raised his eyebrows, the expectant expression returning once again.

[scarlett neveah vayro]

There really wasn’t a harsh bone in Scarlett’s body, sure there were moments when she would just bring everything down home and just hurt people but she chose not to bring that too close to home. It wasn’t good of her to be mean to people, it just didn’t bring people anywhere did it? She had no idea because she didn’t stay crude for that long, It was surprising that Simeon could stand being mean to people for so long, but maybe it was just something he learnt to grow up with. To her, everything to do with this man was weird; he was just so different than everyone else and didn’t have the same characteristics. This put everything in a new light and made everything even more so fun. But it was just…bizarre that he could keep staying with the same emotions for so long, because for her it would have been plain old boring. The fun thing with being annoying was that she could do it differently to different people and change strategies because of how the person she was annoying would react. She sensed the difference in Simeon’s reactions now, it was more…light and fun, something that had never happened before and it was sort of freaking her out but she would go along with the change like she always did. It was better to do that then call the man out on it and ending up with an argument and then losing a grocery-shopping buddy for the day.

She wasn’t going to question him, no matter how strong the urge was to just shake his shoulders, jumping up and down and screaming in his face. That wouldn’t go so well with him she thought. But considering how easy going he was today…maybe it would go better than normal? Raising an eyebrow, she shrugged her shoulders at his sarcastic comment. He seemed to be bringing it out more ever since she called him out on being far too nice, she should have stopped that so she could experience his…nicer side; if you could even call it that. She laughed and shook her head at him. “Actually no Simeon dear, I like my food and if I eat it I’m a happy woman. But yes, for your benefit, just to make you happy that you managed to cause me a little harm, I’ll say that I do feel insecure now.” Looking down at her body, she pulled at her top and looked at him, her eyebrow still upward as she looked at him with another smirk. She was insecure of herself, but because it was Simeon…she wasn’t as insecure as she would have been if it was someone like Deimos or Artemis telling her that.

She sighed, it was difficult wanting to talk so much but always ending up coughing like a mad man. But if she had her friends, if she had people who were there with her while she was sick, she would be able to talk with them and right now it would have been easier for her to speak because she would have had enough practice speaking with a cough. She wasn’t angry with her friends for not coming over, she was more so…upset? If that’s what she could call it. She felt empty as if there really wasn’t a person she could count on because no one would take her seriously since she was such an easygoing girl who didn’t take much seriously. But that was how she was and she would stay that way. Like for example, she was sure that Simeon wouldn’t change himself just because she wanted him to, he liked the way he was and Scarlett liked the way she was. Rolling her eyes, she stomped her foot like a little child and stuck her tongue out at him. “If I’m being pathetic then you’re doubly pathetic and you’re nor fun at all, you zap all the energy out of me…you…you energy zapper!” Pouting at him, she crossed her arms over her chest, acting a little too over sulky for her taste but she didn’t care. Smiling though as he told her she wasn’t the worst company in the world she let out an audible gasp. “O…M…G! You just laughed! You just laughed! I can’t believe you just laughed, Simeon, the guy who has not a single ounce of humor in his body…just laughed. Wow…” She really did look utterly surprised but who wouldn’t be?

Smiling, still from her surprise, she waited as he stepped forwards and grabbed the ice cream that she wanted. Rolling her eyes at him, she shrugged her shoulders. “Better get two then!” It was bizarre how she was having a normal conversation with him but she liked it since he really was the first person she was speaking to in over a week. Twitching her nose, she began to think about what else she needed. “I don’t really know, I didn’t make a list. What were you going to get?” She looked up at him like a little child lost, what was she supposed to get in a sickly state?

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[simeon bradley parker]

The thought that Simeon kept coming back to was that he could leave at any moment. Scarlett seemed satisfied with his company, and he was satisfied with hers, despite the back-and-forth between them. The knowledge that nothing was binding him to this task was comforting, though. Restriction and confinement were some of his fears, although he didn't regard them as such. So he let himself continue acting almost-civil, relatively speaking. No harm would come of it; he could try to get to the bottom of his slight attitude change today later. Scarlett's being ill was a reasonable excuse for not firing on all cylinders. He knew that he had at least a shred of decency in him; he did not go after people that were already down.

He smirked in a self-satisfied way when she admitted to feeling insecure, although he doubted she was being completely sincere. The thing was, if you were constantly putting people down, it lost its bite after a while. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Scarlett's expression, but it illicited no sympathy from him. He merely raised an incredulous eyebrow; his suspicions of insincerity were confirmed a moment later when she beamed up at him. Strange girl.

Someone as irritating as Scarlett would have to be fairly sure of herself, otherwise there was no way she could ignore all the looks and comments she got from people. Oddly enough, people tended to put up with someone's antics better when that person made it clear that hey weren't going to change for anyone. He sighed as she proceeded to throw a tantrum, waiting for it to run its course. Oh look, she even stomped her foot. ”Need I remind you that you asked me to help you with your shopping? Because all of your shitty friends abandoned you?” That was something he couldn't bring himself to ignore. The fact that Scarlett hadn't reached out to anyone, or maybe she did and they shut her down? What kinds of friends were they? As harshly as he regarded friendship, he could spot some that seemed particularly bad. What was Scarlett's problem with asking one of her friends to help, where she didn't have one with asking him? Obviously she didn't care as much about his feelings, but did asking someone to go to the sore with you or even for you have such a steep price? If Simeon wasn't objecting, then he doubted someone that actually cared about Scarlett would.

He looked down at Scarlett like she was insane. Was it so surprising that he had a sense of humor? Sure, most of the time he laughed sarcastically or humorlessly, but he still found things funny. His sense of humor was irregular and inconsistent, darker than most people's tastes, and but it was there. ”Don't have a seizure, it was just a laugh...” he frowned at her, shaking his head in exasperation. ”My sense of humor just runs down a different road than most people's.” Her overreaction didn't banish his good mood, though, and his serious expression gave way shortly to sarcastic amusement.

He looked up and down the aisles, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. What else did he need? ”Let's go to the dry food section. I need some pasta and olive oil.” Scarlett could grab some crackers or some other type of instant food in that aisle. As they set off, he looked down at the neatly organized but over-burdened grocery basket. ”Better hurry, Chunky Monkey, otherwise your ice cream will melt.”

[scarlett neveah vayro]

Her thoughts were incoherent at the moment, she was sure it could be a dream because there were quite a few moments where Scarlett had vivid dreams. But why would she be dreaming about grocery shopping? And with Simeon Parker of all people? No, she was sure that she had more creativeness in each bone that was in her body then to come up with something as freaky as this. Not that it would be a problem if this was a dream because it was actually fairly pleasant. But then again, he had insulted her less and less maybe only because she was sick, so this could be reality too. Who knew Simeon actually had a decent bone in his body? Though Scarlett knew she had to stop thinking like that, making impressions of the guy too early in the stage of their ‘friendship’ as she liked to call it, was just going to make her wary of him later on and she didn’t want that; she actually did want to call him a friend somewhere in their relationship once he got over his fear and annoyance of letting anyone into his life.

The topic of insecurity that was brought upon Scarlett and he ways, made her think about Simeon. So what was he insecure about? There was no way that there wasn’t something a person would be insecure about, everyone had at least one insecurity and she was sure he had one too. Sure he was confident, over the borderline of being cocky and arrogant, but there had to be something like that. She knew she was thinking too much about this, hoping to be the girl to find out something about him that no one knew but she knew, with the ay he disliked her and the way he acted with her, he was sure to not let her get anywhere under the first layer he put around himself. “Let me tell you dear, I asked you to help me with a slice of loaf and then you just clung to my side.” She knew that she was subtly hinting that he had been the one to push him into her shopping time, though it really wasn’t how it happened but Scarlett was used to doing the little things like that. Ignoring the comment about her ‘shitty’ friends, she let out another sneeze, her nose tingling with the sensation afterwards. Twitching her nose, she rubbed it with the back of her hand.

Nodding her head at his lecture about her having a ‘seizure,’ she just continued to beam up at him because it really was surprising. From afar he seemed like those broody, mysterious loner types that hardly smiled, and he was – since a lot of girls thought of him that way, so it was just amusing to see him in a different light. This afternoon was actually turning out to be quite happy and relieving for Scarlett and her cold. “We all know it does.” Nodding her head at him like an over caffeinated chipmunk, she smiled once more when he couldn’t keep his seriousness up. Now this was funny!

Nodding her head, she rolled her eyes at his nickname with her. “Oh look Simi, we’re already on nick name basis! You’re slowly becoming my friend!” That would probably annoy him but she carried on smiling, digging her elbow into his side, she skipped ahead, yes skipped, even for a sick person, Scarlett’s spirits seemed to be already lifting up. Stopping at the dry food aisle section, she eyed everything and twitched her nose. This section seemed dry, she just wanted junk. “Maybe you could cook me dinner! You should cook me dinner, because…I don’t know how to cook. Find the pasta and come to my house…even if it is virally infected.”

[simeon bradley parker]

If Simeon were to stop and think about his situation, he wouldn't be happy with what he found. He had relaxed quite a bit since moving here, because Paris represented a clean slate and zero ties. He had left what family he had back in the States, and by moving to a new country an ocean away from anything familiar he had become completely independent. Alone. That had lulled him into a false sense of security, unfortunately. Because he wasn't directly relying on people for anything, he had just assumed that people would keep their distance automatically. Evidently, this was not the case. He honestly didn't expect Scarlett to have a long-term plan for becoming his friend. He just assumed she found enjoyment in being a pain in the ass, but would eventually grow bored of it and move on. If he had guessed that she had more sinister motives, he would have been acting differently toward her at the moment. As it was, he saw no harm in putting up with her theatrics in exchange for a diversion and some paid-for groceries.

He didn't stop to reconsider even when she came up with a different interpretation of the events leading up to the present moment. He knew that that was not how things had gone, and that assurance was all he needed. Yes, it was strange for him to volunteer his company just because someone had “commanded” it, but hat really didn't matter. Simeon acted impulsively and did whatever he felt like doing, so something that seemed out of the ordinary was still relatively normal. ”Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he said absently, signaling that he would not be so easily bated.

He couldn't help it if she found his good mood amusing. Simeon wasn't sure how much of her behavior came from being sick and not having seen anyone for an extended period of time. Apparently a short period of isolation led to being easily amused and deteriorated social skills. There was always a chance that she was acting perfectly normal and it just seemed insane. Well, it couldn't last forever. He held on to that thought as he felt a jab to his ribs and watched Scarlett zip away. Simi? That was a terrible nickname! And the whole friend thing? ”No. We aren't.” It was pointless; she wouldn't be able to hear his definitive denial anyway. Shaking his head, he followed after her without changing his pace. It was lucky that Simeon did not care about what other people thought of him, otherwise he'd be trying to explain that he actually didn't know Scarlett at all. She was just a psychotic homeless person that had latched on him. Or something along those lines. But he didn't care, so he ignored the glances from other shoppers and shamelessly pressed on. He walked past her as they came to the appointed aisle, wordlessly grabbing a package of pasta shells and some olive oil. He could tell from her expression that real food held no interest for her. He smirked and was about to comment on that when she went ahead and launched into another speech.

His smirk didn't falter, even though he was surprised by the request. ”Sorry, I don't do charity. Besides, it's not my fault your family failed you and never taught you to cook. Just heat up some canned soup or something.” Simeon knew how to cook because he enjoyed it, and because a lot of the time he hadn't had anyone to rely on to feed him growing up. Even now he was putting the ingredients for chicken noodle soup together in his head, but he shook it suddenly to disperse the thoughts. He wasn't about to make someone dinner out of the goodness of his heart. To illustrate his point he scanned the shelves and grabbed a can of soup, dropping it in the over-burdened basket. ”Dump this in a saucepan, heat it on the stove. You'll live.” He turned slightly to see where the checkout aisles were. He looked back at Scarlett, his eyebrows drawing together for a moment. ”Don't... burn your house down. Now, are we done, or what?”

[scarlett neveah vayro]

Laughing, she nodded her head at him. “Of course it helps me sleep at night!” If you told Scarlett a few days ago, where she was sick as a dog and had a hazy mind, that she would be grocery shopping with Simeon and actually having fun, she would have been surprised and maybe wouldn’t have even believed it. It was a ‘maybe’ because she always thought her charm would work on people, it was just…less working on Simeon. But she wouldn’t have really believed it; she didn’t even think Simeon even went grocery shopping because he wouldn’t be capable of interacting with employees without starting a little argument. She never did understand the people who liked to be antisocial, though she should have because she was like that once upon a time, though she wasn’t as…angry as Simeon was, she was just shy. When Scarlett was in another state of mind, she didn’t think about things that happened previously, she just thought about what was happening in the present, there was no point in thinking about what had happened in the past or what would happen in the future because things always happened and your lives would always change, even if it was just due to a little event.

She didn’t know how sick she was, she refused to go to the doctor’s because she was scared of going to them. As a young child she never went, so why would she go now? She bought over the counter antibiotics, and used them, she didn’t care if it made her feel even worse or didn’t help at all, she was at least doing something to make herself feel better. Her head was still hot, which meant she had a temperature, her throat was full of mucus as well as her nostrils, so she had a cold and her lungs felt filled up with mucus too, so she must have a chesty cough or something like that; once you simplified it down, you just knew she was ill…especially with the way she looked too. “Sure Simi, sure!” She called back, he was in denial of their friendship, major denial and it was amusing to see that. Smiling, she continued her way towards the dry area, laughing to herself and looking mentally ill instead of just ill really. She watched him as he grabbed some pasta and oil, and tilted her head to the side, watching him as he smirked at her. Nope, there was no way that Simeon would help her with her the cooking, she knew how to cook, it was just that she wasn’t bothered and that was reinforced by her being sick and weary.

Making a pouty face, she crossed her arms over her chest, sighing a little. Well, at least she had tried right? She could just have her ice cream in bed and watch SpongeBob that sounded amazing to her right now. Making a face at the idea of canned soup, she nodded her head and still smiled at him. She had lived on tinned food ever since she was a young girl, it was disgusting to her now, she disliked it so much, especially because sometimes her mom would do things to her, so it brought back memories and Scarlett hated memories. Laughing at his advice, she nodded his head, “Fine, fine. I won’t burn my house down…hopefully; you’ll just have to look out in the newspapers to see if firefighters find a charcoaled body in a Paris apartment. And yes, we’re done!” Skipping ahead to the end of the aisle, she made a right towards the checkout points.

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