Winifred "Fred" Burkle (yammerer_fred) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-12-05 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | fred burkle, hope davenport, place: la |
Making a New Friend
Who: Fred and Hope
Where: Chloe's Sugar Shack
When: Saturday, December 4th
Fred was slowly but surely coming out of her shell. She still lived with Maddie, of course, but was starting to think that she was a burden to the other woman, which inspired this little outing. Hopefully some human interaction would be a good thing, eh? She made her way into the Sugar Shack, dressed in blue jeans and a patterned, red, sleeveless shirt, her big doe-like eyes a little wide at the prospect of being outdoors.
Hope was sitting at Chloe's Sugar Shack, sipping at a latte and flipping through her physics book while she worked on homework. Gotta love it when you get grad requirements, huh? Either way, she wasn't terrible at it, she just wasn't really into it.
Fred ordered herself a standard Iced Coffee and after accepting it from the cute girl behind the counter, she turned around and looked for a place to sit. She tilted her head to the side to look at the book that Hope was reading and couldn't help it but grin. Ah, physics! Something that she completely understood! "...Would you mind some company?" She asked politely. Wasn't that just utterly adorable?
Hope looked up at the girl and smiled. Actually, this happened in the Shack very often, amazingly enough. "Sure," she said, motioning to the empty chair across from her. "I hope you know something about Physics. I admit to being a little lost in this stuff. Just not my field of expertise."
"Physics is somethin' that I'm VERY acquainted with," Fred admitted. "It's... probably the only thing, actually." She frowned thoughtfully before sitting down, setting her drink down on the table in front of her. "What part are you havin' trouble with?"
Hope twisted her book around and showed Fred the problem she was working on. "I'm just a little stuck, honestly," she admitted. "And aren't I lucky that you happened to walk by?"
"Call it fate or whatever you want," Fred giggled as she gave the problem a glance. "Okay, so... the text book's wrong." She frowned. How unhelpful. "What you need to do is..." she rattled off a few equations in her Texan Twang before blushing PROFUSELY and stopping abruptly, "Am I goin' too fast for ya? I'm told that I go too far sometimes."
Hope actually giggled when Fred pointed out that the book was wrong. "How many students get to hear that?" she asked. She was actually able to keep up pretty well with Fred when she started rattling off equations. "Going slower never hurt anything," Hope said helpfully.
"I know, right?" Fred laughed, her face lighting up a little. "Okay, so... what you need to do--Wait," Fred frowned, remembering basic social niceties. "Before I get into that. Hi. I'm Fred."
Hope gave her a smile. "I'm Hope," she said, offering Fred a hand to shake. "And you are giving me SO much help it's not even funny. So thanks."
"You're very welcome," Fred replied, actually shaking Hope's hand. It looked like Fred was starting to remember that social situations weren't terrible. They could be awkward, sure, but they weren't terrible. "As I was saying..." She continued rattling off the equation, making sure to run it a little slow for Hope's sake. Living with Maddie, they often had long heated debates about physics, she had to remember that others took things at a different pace. "Did that help at all?"
Hope nodded. "That helped tremendously, actually." Funny thing about physics was that, half the time, you were taught later equations that made early things SO much easier. "Thanks so much for helping me. I'd go to my teacher, but..." She felt awful saying this. "He has an accent that I can't quite understand." She made a face. "I know that sounds horrible, but I kind of just stare at him confused when he talks."
Fred giggled, actually going as far as to try to hide her smile behind her hand when she did so. "I've had the same issue, I'll admit, but a little perseverance does you wonders. And I hope that *my* accent wasn't too hard to follow." She doubted it, but it was nice to be giggly with someone new.
"I'm more than fine with a Texan accent," Hope said with a slight blush. "My teacher is from Pakistan, but he went to college in Germany, and I think *that* is where he learned English, so it gets confusing with him sometimes."
"I admire people speakin' multiple languages, but something tends to get lost in translation, I think," Fred replied with a smile, before taking a sip of her Iced Coffee. WOW. Talk about a LOT of sugar, huh?
Hope say Fred make a slight face at the drink. "The people who run this place treat sugar like a religion," she said with a smile. "If you're ever worried about being a diabetic, I suggest just getting regular black coffee and mixing it up yourself."
"That... might be a way to go," Fred giggled. "I'm not much of a coffee drinker, unless it's late at night, or morning or... okay, so I like coffee, but if I drank this all of the time, I'd likely die young... and probably with a goofy smile on my face."
"Liking coffee is great," Hope said with a smile. "It's just all the sugar that they put it into it here, it'll kill ya, even if it still tastes pretty darn good." Tasty didn't mean good for you, though.
Fred took another sip of her drink, starting to get used to the taste. "I'm guessin' physics isn't your major, huh?" That's not to say that Hope didn't have a knack for it, mind you. It was just the impression that she had.
Hope shook her head. "I'm an art major, actually," she admitted. "I'm taking this to fulfill my science requirement. We have to take two classes of one and one of another. I'm trying to decide if this will be my two classes subject or one." Probably depended on if she can get a tutor for physics or not.
Fred nodded. "I'm sure you'll figure out what you're best suited for soon enough. Hell, I used to be a history major before I went into physics. 'Course, life kinda sucked me in a different direction since." Literally, but she tried not to dwell on that. "And now I'm a big fat mooch." She looked down at her body and corrected herself: "Or a really thin one. My point being that you never really know what you're in for and ...I'm babbling again. I tend to do that."
"Art is really what I'm good at..., well, school wise, anyway, so I think I'll stick with it." Thank god she had a trust fund, plus now she got paid by the watcher's council.
"Well good. You should show me your work sometime. Lord knows that I could use more friends." And, she could get out of the apartment more often... and maybe tell her parents that she's alive, and get a job... hrm. One step at a time, eh?
"I'd love to," Hope said to her. "Most of the stuff I'm working on is in my dorm room, but some of my finished stuff is up on campus if you'd like to come by and look at it."
Fred couldn't help it but give Hope a goofy grin. "I'd like that VERY much. It'd be nice to be on campus again," she added, thinking it might be the jolt she needed to get her butt into gear.
"Awesome. Just stop by the art department during the afternoons. I'm pretty much always there during that time." Hope used to be there a lot more, but now she had a girlfriend and a job. Some things take priority.
"Sounds great," Fred replied, thinking it was about time that she made a friend of her own. Looks like our favorite Texan was finally learning how to walk on her own. About time.