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Jerltia Week 4, September 2012

Osculator"Jeremie Belpois!" Aelita was right behind him as he ran. "Get back here!"

"You have to catch me first!" Jeremie taunted. Of course, he knew it was an empty bluff. He was already winded, and unsure of how much further he could go.

It was Valentine's Day, and Jeremie had always hated Valentine's Day. Not because he could never get a date, but because he thought it was pointless. But ever since Aelita had come into his life, he had found the meaning of the day.

He was running from Aelita because he had, with the help of none other than Odd Della-Robbia, pulled the mother of all Valentine's Day pranks on her. While Aelita was in the showers, Osculator by ~spikeambrose

Pertinacious"Why are you so stubborn?"
Aelita sighed, smiling wryly, and twisted a screw into place. "Because I'm always right, of course," she replied, continue a banter the two geniuses had been going for a while. Standing back, she put her hands on her hips and surveyed her creation. "There. Jeremie, what do you think?"
Jeremie turned slightly from bending his own creation and raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you're always right." Aelita made a face at him, and he grinned. "It's interesting," he told her vaguely, and turned back around.
"That's it?"
Jeremie nodded, and Aelita let out an annoyed huff of breath. "Fine then, Mr. PertinaciousPertinacious by ~Lovely-Madness-13

Pertinacious [Jerlita Week]Pertinacious

"Noooooo!"

"Oh, come on," Aelita begged. She was on the verge of tears but bravely held them back, as she had done for most of the afternoon. "Please, Nathalie. We have to go home now."

"NOOOOOO!" came the scream again, louder, and the tiny red-faced girl clung, monkey-like, to the bars of the swing-set. "DON'T WANNA."

Aelita bent down, looped her arms lightly around the child's waist, and tugged. In response, Nathalie only clung more tightly, her face screwed up in stubborn defiance. Petulant tears streamed down her face and even though she shouted, her words were barely coherent between sobs.

"I W-WANNA STAY. I'VE ONLY B-BPertinacious [Jerlita Week] by ~SoulJelly

Celadon [Jerlita Week]Celadon

"Just a little to the left... and... perfect! Jérémie, what do you think?"

"I think the couch still looks a bit off. Do you think we should put it against the opposite wall?"

"Jérémie-! Worry about that later, won't you?"

"Okay, okay. I'm coming."

Jérémie stood up, rubbing at the dull, stiff ache forming at the small of his back and wiping an unpleasant sheen of sweat from the bridge of his nose, where the skin pinched on his still-new glasses. He crossed the room and came to stand beside Aelita, who was poised with her hands on her hips. Her face was set in a proud grin as she stood there, admiring Celadon [Jerlita Week] by ~SoulJelly

Cuddlesome [Jerlita Week]Cuddlesome

It's painstakingly ordinary, and that's possibly the worst part.

He who fought monsters in the heroic days of their youth, who bit back silent screams as he bore electric shocks and the terror of malevolent possession. Superhuman resolve carried him through it all, with the grim expression of one who would never stop trying.

She always thought him invincible, in a strange sort of way. No matter how fragile or insecure he seemed; when she gazed at him, she saw deep beneath the surface, to determination and dedication that flowed through him as steadfastly as blood and oxygen.

And now he lies here on the roadside, and her heart bCuddlesome [Jerlita Week] by ~SoulJelly

Osculator"No. No. Just...no!"
"Come on, Princess, don't be a sore loser!"
"Sore? Sore?! You'll be sore Odd Della-Roberra when I get through with you- Stop sniggering, Ulrich!"
Rubbing his forehead, Jeremie strode across the school grounds to where four other students stood in a ragged circle. They were louder than usual, he noticed, and raised his eyebrows. Aelita looked furious, while Odd and Ulrich looked torn between hilarity and fear. Yumi, smiling slightly, hung back, shaking her head.
"I'm afraid to ask," he announced, then took a step back when Aelita rounded on him.
"Finally! Jeremie! A sane person." She waved her hand back in the vaguOsculator by ~Lovely-Madness-13

Celadon/MisconstrueGreen.

What did it mean? Green… the color of grass, of the leaves of trees. Green, like Aelita's eyes. The color of the Forest Sector.

The idea had popped into her head during her English class. Green. Sage, olive, emerald, celadon. So many words for one color. Aelita had taken a liking to the color. She found it transfixing. She decided to look up the color on the internet. Interestingly enough, she found that celadon, in terms of moods, was the color of envy. Envy. Jealousy, spite, resentment. She made a mental note of that.

Later that day, she was walking alone across the courtyard. Strangely, Jeremie was nowhere to be found. AelitCeladon/Misconstrue by ~spikeambrose

Misconstrue"Did you hear about..."
"No, really? What?"
"Shut up, that can't be true! What about-"
Voices. Teenage voices, flickered in the classroom. Giggles and gasps. Aelita sighed, rolling her eyes and trying ignore the noise. Gossip was so silly. And half the time they got the story wrong anyway. Engrossed in the book, she didn't noticed that the room had suddenly gone quieter.
"Well...well, well." A hand slapped down on Aelita's book, blocking out the words. Recognizing the neon yellow nails on the hand, Aelita took a deep breathe, counted to ten, then forced a bright smile up at Sissy.
"There's a copy of this book in the library," Aelita sMisconstrue by ~Lovely-Madness-13

Jerlita Week: MisconstrueThe concert was perfect; the music was just loud enough that Jeremie could listen without guilt, because it was too loud for him to think. And Aelita was beside herself—she had her hands to her heart the entire show, her eyes huge.

It was good. After…

The band played their last encore; the fans screamed for more, but the lead singer walked off the stage, dragging the mic stand behind him. It was well after midnight. The air in the club was thick with smoke from the fog machine, and Jeremie's ears rang like he'd been standing inside a bell factory all evening.

Aelita turned to him. "Did you like it?"

"Yeah," said Jeremie, but he Jerlita Week: Misconstrue by *SkysongMA

ImpeccantStone wings spread out as if to enfold all who stood under them. Sad eyes, cracked with age, looked down coyly, away from all who stared.
"Aelita!"
It was such a strange thing to see, she thought, her eyes following the graceful curve the of the stone hair that curled around the statue's shoulders.
"Aelita?!"
"Such a cold thing to be so perfect."
"Aelita?"
A warm hand rested on her shoulder, breaking her concentration. "Jeremie!" Aelita turned, smiling at the young man who had come up behind her.
"Are you alright?" Jeremie took his hand back, glancing up at the angel statue Aelita had been staring at so intently for the past few minuImpeccant by ~Lovely-Madness-13

Jerlita Week: ImpeccantAbout an hour into the show, the Subdigitals took a break so they could rearrange the setup of the stage. Aelita and Jeremie hadn't talked at all during the set—partly because it was too loud to hear each other and partly because both of them had been too into the music to say anything.

Aelita seized his arm, a look that could be mistaken for religious fervor in her eyes. "Well? What did you think? Wasn't that fantastic?"

Jeremie blinked. Then he smiled, hesitantly. "Uh, yeah. It was—it was really great." He paused. "Not that I've got anything to compare it to. I've never been to a real concert before."

Aelita shook her head. "ThJerlita Week: Impeccant by *SkysongMA

Jerlita Week: CuddlesomeOdd gave him a ride back to campus because he was the only one still in school. He, like the others Jeremie had eaten dinner with, was a year older than Jeremie, but Odd kept changing his major, and nobody thought he would really graduate.

"I'm kind of hoping to get my big break before I graduate. Then I don't have to worry about it," he explained. He'd been talking since the dinner broke up, but Jeremie didn't mind, because, after all, he didn't walk home.

"In what?" Jeremie asked, because he wanted to be polite.

Odd shrugged. "Eh. That changes every week, too. Right now I'm really into filmmaking—it's so organic¸ you know?"

JeJerlita Week: Cuddlesome by *SkysongMA

Cuddlesome by ~Lovely-Madness-13

CuddlesomeIt was a cozy winter day, and in the Belpois household the yule log was ablaze in the fireplace. The house smelled of seasonal holiday candles that Aelita loved to burn around this time of year.

She blew a tuft of pink hair out of her face, but it returned almost instantly. She brushed it away with the back of a flour-covered hand. She had been hard at work making a nice batch of cookies for herself and Jeremie to share this evening. She preferred sugar cookies, but Jeremie loved chocolate chip, and so she was making some chocolate chip especially for him. Not only that, but chocolate chip are significantly less work (not that that was her mCuddlesome by ~that-witch-bitch

CuddlesomeLove.

Teenagers can't really express love, and when they do, it's either over-the-top or not enough. Jeremie and Aelita fall into the category of "not enough."

Their story is a curious one. They both love each other, they both know it. But Aelita waits for Jeremie to make the first move, while Jeremie's too shy to make the move, so he waits for Aelita to do it. And it stays that way. Until one day….

One day at Kadic, the Lyoko Warriors were walking around the forest, on their lunch period. Talking and joking with each other, they walked as far as the Hermitage.

"We haven't been here in a while, guys," Aelita said. She opened the gateCuddlesome by ~spikeambrose

Circumlocution"I am such an idiot."
Aelita buried her face against her hands, grumbling. "Stupid, stupid-"
"Princess, you okay?"
Aelita looked up, still frowning, and looked over at Yumi, who was sitting across from her at the table. She opened her mouth to reply, then shut it again, and shrugged. How could she talk to Yumi or the others if she couldn't make sense to the one who knew her best? Aelita sighed again, and Yumi raised her eyebrows.
"Something's got your back up. What's wrong?" Her dark eyes flashed. "Did Sissy pull something?"
Aelita shook her head, choking out a humorless laugh. "Ha. I wish." She sighed. "I don't know...Yumi...have eveCircumlocution by ~Lovely-Madness-13

Jerlita Week: CircumlocutionAs they left the museum, Jeremie was already carefully composing a reason to leave—he had homework, of course. Never mind it wasn't due for another month. He had homework, and that was a perfect reason to leave a pretty girl before his dumb mouth got him in trouble or something. Yes. Of course.

When they reached the doors, a large group of people was trailing out, leaving Jeremie to stand awkwardly next to Aelita, his hands behind his back and his eyes moving over the posters by the doors—anything to keep from looking at her. Aelita didn't even seem to notice. Of course she didn't. She was a pretty girl, and she was off to do prettJerlita Week: Circumlocution by *SkysongMA

Jerlita Week: CeladonOn the weekends, Jeremie went to the museum. He was aware it made him a huge nerd—he went there for fun by himself, just because he could—but it kept his mind off the fact that he had no friends to spend the weekends with. Not that it really bothered him. He just had little else to think about on the weekends, since he was always finished with his homework by Saturday morning.

And, anyway, the museum was pretty. It wasn't like he saw the same things every week. Sometimes he was in the mood for dinosaurs. Sometimes he wanted to walk through the guts of an old space shuttle. And sometimes he wanted to look at the art.

The art historJerlita Week: Celadon by *SkysongMA

ReticentReticent

Why can't I speak to her?

It should be so simple

Talking to people, it's easy

It's necessary for survival

But she's not like other people

She's completely different

She's my friend, and we've done so much for each other

But she's unapproachable

And I don't know why

We talk, we smile, and we walk away

Nothing happens

Who am I kidding, what would she want to do with me?

She's one of the first girls I've ever met who's smarter than me

I probably bore her

If she's smarter than me, she's probably smart enough to realize she shouldn't be with me

You know, Homecoming's coming up

Coming up, stupid pun

Every time I see her, Reticent by ~SouthernWriter2

Celadon"Pretty."
The single spoken word echoed softly in the back of his brain, and he forced his eyes to open.
"hmmm?"
The lake spread out before him like a huge stretch of grey-green glass. Not a breeze moved it's surface, or ruffled the branches of the tree he lay at the base off. Around him, he could hear voices of some of the others students on the science trip, others who had chose to come down to the lake to rest.
Rest. Jeremie's eyes flew open. He wasn't supposed to be resting! The science project...he sat up quickly-
Boom!-
And lay back down just as quickly, a huge red mark from a branch above now gleaming on his forehead.
"Ow...Celadon by ~Lovely-Madness-13

Celadon (Jerlita week 4)Green.
Jeremy swallowed his anger and smiled at Theo, who was talking with Aelita.
That was the color of envy.
He wasn't blind. Did they think he couldn't see their flirtatious looks or winks?
But it wasn't quite accurate, Jeremy thought.
Jeremy clenched his fist, shoving it into his pocket so Aelita couldn't see it. He knew she wasn't hers, but… He let out a quick breath through his nose. Aelita had been getting more popular, and it wasn't too surprising for him—after all, why wouldn't she? She was funny, smart, kind, pretty… beautiful.
Envy was green like her eyes, but not quite. That green was too pretty. Too goodCeladon (Jerlita week 4) by ~Adventurer411

Circumlocution"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Einstein!" a familiar voice sing-songed at such an early hour of the morning. "Word on the street is you two had quite a night." Odd winked suggestively, giving Jeremie a nudge with his elbow as Odd sat down next to him at the breakfast table.

"Let me tell you," Jeremie agreed exasperatedly, missing Odd's innuendo completely. "We spent all night analyzing the infostructure of Lyoko in order to recalibrate the Skidvladnyr to make it more expeditious prepare it for its strenuous task of delving into the digital sea." Odd gave Jeremie a blank stare, batting his eyes a few times dramatically.

"We made the Skid go fasCircumlocution by ~that-witch-bitch

CeladonLate one night at Kadic Junior High, a young Jeremie Belpois sat awake with Aelita Stones: one of his favorite people in the world. The two were up late pecking away on their keyboards, working on some of their usual Lyoko programming.

Aelita let out a ferocious yawn, her dancing fingers coming to a halt. She took a deep breath, noticing that the air, of course, smelled like Jeremie. She smiled drowsily to herself. Leaning back against the wall Jeremie's bed was pressed up against, she began her short break, examining his room.

His dorm, of course, held the usual dorm-like contents- some books, a computer, dully painted walls- but there wasCeladon by ~that-witch-bitch

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