Amelia Reed (__kaboom) wrote in notionsic, @ 2011-07-19 19:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | amelia reed, frank ellis, july 2011 |
Who: Amelia and Frank
What: Being a little too clingy for comfort
When: July 19, Tuesday
Where: The brownstone
Rating: Medium
The sun wasn’t in one of those random moods where it likes to beam down on everyone with its rays of killer blaze, where it could literally cook you where you stand, so it allowed Amelia and Frank to sit out and enjoy the weather. Amelia was off in her own little world, painting in the yard on one of the bigger canvases she housed in her room that could only really be worked on outside or in an art studio, since she lacked the latter, she was outside getting paint everywhere but on the grass. Whatever Frank was doing wasn’t really catching her attention, but she would turn around and look over at him when she thought she heard movement behind her.
There were times where she paused with what she was doing, cleaned a brush or couldn’t pick what paint to use next, that she chit chatted with him over meaningless things that came to mind. It pretty much translated into nonsense and random babble. If Frank responded with more than a “mhm”, Amelia was fine with it. She was just glad he was in the same area as she was. Being able to know where he was and what he was doing was refreshing, and not having to pick up the phone and pester him by asking the tedious questions: “where are you?” or “What are you doing?” Now all she had to do was look over her shoulder and there he was… reading something that didn’t tickle her fancy, but whatever it might have been it still grabbed her curiosity by the ears.
But when Frank moved, more like stood up and headed toward the door, Amelia dropped everything she was doing and got up quick. The world spun a little but it righted itself in time for her to follow Frank into the house right on his heels. She was being one annoying shadow, but all she wanted to know was where he was going or what he was going to do. And it came out, when she asked, “Where are you going? Do you need to get something? I can totally get it for you! You didn’t have to leave your comfort zone of a chair!” The innocent, yet worried expression was there as she blinked those big brown eyes up at him. Her clinginess was getting a little out of control, and she didn’t see this at all. She was completely oblivious to it. None of this was on purpose to cause Frank to blow steam out of his ears, though it probably would have been amusing to watch if that were even possible for a human being to do.