Who: Andre Labeau and Jean-Claude Louis Froufroufrou Poodle Baguette etc. etc. Mercier What: Either comforting or arguing, IDK. When: April 1, 2014 Where: For now - New Waverly Fashion Institute Rating: PG-13 for possible language Status: Complete
For maybe about the 5th time in an hour, Andre found himself wondering why exactly he was sitting on the floor, alone, in a deserted hallway of the NWFI fashion wing, getting the occasional nasty look from passing future America's-Next-Top-Model, Kate-Moss-wannabes.
After all, it wasn't like he had class that day.
Truth of the matter was, he was waiting for his best friend, JC, to get out of class. It wasn't completely uncustomary for Andre to sometimes meet her after one of her classes - though typically such occasions were reserved for when JC had a night class and he happened to still be close enough in the vicinity around the time she got let out to meet her and walk her safely to her dorms. This time, however, his motivations for waiting around for her were a bit more selfish.
The article in The New Waverly Times the day before really hadn't phased him at the time. It wasn't until he was out running errands this morning and witnessed a crack down on a superhuman happen right before his very eyes that he got successfully spooked.
Before he could think better of seeing JC right at this moment (he already knew what she was going to say WITHOUT having her telepathic abilities), the door opened and out poured a stream of primed and polished fashion marketing students. JC exited the room among them, chatting with a classmate or two and with a smile on her face. Andre scrambled to his feet and paused for a bit before calling out, perhaps waiting to see if she could pick out his familiar brain signature or thought stream before he would have to say anything and draw even more attention to his horrendously out-of-place self. But it was no good.
He waited for a break in the conversation before approaching and speaking up, self-consciously dusting himself off while doing do. "Hey girl hey." he greeted with his usual smile, and if there was a nervous tick to it - well, it couldn't really be helped. "Do you have any time before your next class?"