A Lion and a Lamb [Mr. M & Paxton]

[Paxton]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; background-color: #ececec; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; ] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/DirectorEnvy13/pazton-1.jpg); width: 75px; height: 100px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 2em; margin-right: 5px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/DirectorEnvy13/pazton-1.jpg); width: 50px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; ] [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/DirectorEnvy13/pazton-1.jpg); width: 25px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; ] [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/DirectorEnvy13/pazton-1.jpg); width: 10px; height: 100px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topright: 2em; margin-right: 5px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=letter-spacing: -7px; line-height: -10px; border-bottom: 2px dashed #667d6a; ]Paxt on Mabelle [/style] [STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topright: 2em; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify;]"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down, you'll be alright, no one can hurt you know. Come morning light; You and I'll be safe and sound. [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/23vxf9d.jpg); -webkit-border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; padding: 20px; opacity: 0.6;] [STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e8e8e8; -moz-border-radius-topright: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 2em; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 2em; text-indent: 25px; text-align: justify; ] 2:00pm. School was finally over for the day and all the students were running to be free. The students all sprang from their desks and ran for their freedom. It was every man for themselves once that final bell began to ring. By the time the last ring of the bell had struck all of the students were gone from view. All except for one. A small little girl, petite in size and weak in stature. She was a small girl; and one would assume she was a freshmen, not a junior. The black haired girl gathered her books slowly, taking her time to make sure all was perfect. Each book had to be placed perfectly in it’s place or else she would redo the entire thing. As she gathered her books she grabbed her binder and held it close to her breast. She began to walk slowly through the now empty halls. She loved to be the last to leave, there were no students to push through to get to her destination. She hated having to be rude and squeeze her way through crowds. The small girl, Paxton walked silently through the walls. Her dark black hair was covered by her dark black jacket. She always seemed to be wearing a jacket, never exposing skin that wasn’t needed to. She almost never showed her arms; it was something this junior never seemed to do. The girl’s jacket’s hood was covering most of her face with its shadow. Her bright blue eyes seemed to gleam through the dark of the shadow from the hood and kept their gaze forward. She knew where she was going and she wouldn’t stop until she got there. Paxton knew that she would have difficulties focusing today. She did not have her usual piano lesson today. Her teacher was busy today after school and their usual lesson had to be rescheduled. She hated having her schedule thrown off; it always seemed to mess with her brain. Don’t cry Paxton, it’s ok, this just means you have time to yourself today, you did nothing wrong…. Paxton began to breath in and out as she walked; keeping a level head. She was a creature of habit and this cog in the machine was breaking her. She did her best to keep a level head, even though she was for the most part alone in the halls. There were a few people that were behind the rush as well; all having the same idea Paxton did. After a few minutes from wandering the campus of the school the small girl found herself at the park. It was her usual place to relax after school. She often came here before her piano lessons to do homework. This was just what she was going to do; with the absence of the time limit. She had no lesson today so she had all the time in the world. It was just half past 2:40 when Paxton finally reached the park. She had always taken her time in walking, just a habit she always seemed to have. She had more then enough to keep her busy at the park. Chemistry, APUSH, English…How she hated being so smart. It always had its down sides, like a lot of homework. She had to finish a book for her English class by wed, and that wouldn’t happen without either a lot of determination or aid. She sat herself down on the grass under a tree, her usual spot. She spread a small blanket across the ground and set her books and back pack down. She had plenty to do; and it was time she got started. [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e8e8e8; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 2em; border-top: 2px dashed #667d6a; ]TAGS ( Mr. M~ ) WORDS ( 612 ) NOTES ( )Lallalalalallalala c: [/style] [/style] BY RIMY OF BTN!

[Mr. Michelangelo]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Darrin had been ranting about how class was to be dismissed when he dismissed them himself. Apparently his sixth period thought it was amusing for Darrin to get angry when they packed up while he was teaching. And it did make him angry; it was another one of those irritating things, like not paying attention to him. Which, in a way, was exactly what had happened. Of course, when the bell rang, everyone stood up and started to head out the door. "Sit back down." He spat, feeling slightly sorry for those who hadn't moved a muscle. The students had no bus to catch; this was a boarding school for goodness sakes. He would hold them behind until he felt it was necessary. So, while the seconds ticked by, he stared. Fixing nearly every student with a glare, he could tell they were itching to get out of their seats. Not until the halls began to empty did he actually nod. "Alright, get out of here." He told them, watching as the students fled. He had a rather large class; it took nearly a minute for the classroom to become completely empty. He sighed, rubbing his temples rather angrily. Darrin had to get out of the classroom. And so he left in classroom in a complete mess, heading to wherever his legs took him. Eventually, he realized he was headed to a park. What a serene place, he thought. Perhaps the exact remedy he needed for his current headache. His last class had been extremely frustrating. No one wanted to learn, which was the exact thing Darrin had loved to do as a student. He'd been a bit of a nerd, and it wasn't something he bothered hiding. Why should you hide how obviously smart you may be? Just do your work, and do it exceptionally. Pay attention. Participate. Ugh. Exactly what hadn't happened last period. He stopped by a random food vendor and grabbed an ice coffee. Hey, why not? He even bought a bag of pretzels to munch on, to cure his rumbling stomach. As he walked along, he found himself loosening the red tie he wore, and unbuttoning his white shirt slightly. Of course, his black dress jacket was still on; Darrin always had preferred to dress nicely. Not that this clothing was anything to walk around in. The man looking like a business man. Well, with the way his hair was sticking up and his clothing in disarray, he looked like a rather annoyed, rushed business man. Drinking iced coffee and eating pretzels. Not exactly what he wanted to look like. It was then he finally made it to the park. He began to walk down a path, until he saw a small figure further down the other one. Pursing his lips, he wondered--solitude or social life? Well, if you put it that way--he headed towards the girl. As he got closer, the girl became larger. And, he'd admit it, she looked quite pretty. Within a minute, he was right behind her. She seemed about to get ready to work...on homework, perhaps. That's when he realized her name was Paxton. He'd seen her around before. In one of his classes, maybe? Darrin wasn't sure. "Hello, Paxton." Darrin said with a friendly smile. He glanced down at her with curious eyes. Wondering why she was working on homework so quickly out of school. Even when he was in school, he hadn't done his until late in the night. "Mind if I sit with you?" [/style]

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[Paxton]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; background-color: #ececec; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; ] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/DirectorEnvy13/pazton-1.jpg); width: 75px; height: 100px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 2em; margin-right: 5px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/DirectorEnvy13/pazton-1.jpg); width: 50px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; ] [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/DirectorEnvy13/pazton-1.jpg); width: 25px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; ] [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/DirectorEnvy13/pazton-1.jpg); width: 10px; height: 100px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topright: 2em; margin-right: 5px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=letter-spacing: -7px; line-height: -10px; border-bottom: 2px dashed #667d6a; ]Paxt on Mabelle [/style] [STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topright: 2em; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify;]"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down, you'll be alright, no one can hurt you know. Come morning light; You and I'll be safe and sound. [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/23vxf9d.jpg); -webkit-border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; padding: 20px; opacity: 0.6;] [STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e8e8e8; -moz-border-radius-topright: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 2em; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 2em; text-indent: 25px; text-align: justify; ] The mid day heat was now starting to become a problem and an annoyance for the petite junior. The jacket she was wearing was beginning to make her uncomfortable. A debate came about in her mind whether or not she wanted to take it off or not. The shade that hovered over her because of the tree was helping but not too much. The jacket would eventually prove to be an annoyance and she would remove it shortly; but now her mind was on other things. As much as she wanted to get to work on her homework she couldn’t help but continuously get distracted by almost everything that passed by her. Many of her fellow students were busy about playing sports in the fields and swinging on the swing set. It was amazing to see so many kids easily past the childhood stage in their lives playing on swing sets. Paxton however was not above those urges either; she would have happily gotten up and swung on one if it weren’t for the other students already stealing them. She sighed at the sight of the swings and then back down at the large amount of homework she had to do. Chemistry. She would start with chemistry, or at least, that was what she thought. Right as the small black haired blue eyed girl began to dig into her work; a darker shadow was casted over her small picnic like scene. She looked at the shadow with a curious gaze wondering who it might be that would show such a shadow. It was tall; must not be a student. A teacher? Did she do something wrong? At that instant she felt as if she had violated some sort of new rule she was unsure of. Perhaps students were not allowed in this part of the park any more? Oh no, if this was true she had no idea what she would do. Paxton always came here after school to do her work; where else could she go? Thoughts of being in trouble surfaced to the front of her mind as she bit down on her lip gently to keep back waves of tears. But not, there would be no tears right now; she would not be a baby today, not in front of a teacher. The small girl turned her head to face the person who came to intrude her on her studies. She looked around with her hood now falling off of her head and down onto her shoulders, exposing her dark black hair. Her bright blue eyes seemed to radiate behind stray bangs that fell into her face. ”Oh hello, Mr. Michelangelo.” She gave a small smile to see one of her favorite teachers now standing beside her small picnic get up. She knew him to be a very nice man but a very strict teacher when his class didn’t listen. She was in his first hour English class. Generally the class was always kind and got a majority of the work done, after all it was first hour and half the class was still somewhat asleep. Paxton relaxed as she saw him, she knew instantly that she wasn’t in any trouble, it was still somewhat odd however. A teacher, a practically good looking teacher wanting to sit with her, no harm there she supposed. Her innocence was something that was easily seen from miles away. “Go right ahead I don’t mind, sir…” She smiled and placed her book down by her side, so much for getting her work done. [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e8e8e8; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 2em; border-top: 2px dashed #667d6a; ]TAGS ( Mr. M! ) WORDS ( 595 ) NOTES ( Mr M is hot, lulz <3 ) [/style] [/style] BY RIMY OF BTN!

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[Mr. Michelangelo]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]The student seemed rather surprised to see him. Was seeing a teacher outside of class really so shocking? Or perhaps had she thought she was in trouble? Darrin knew the girl was fragile, and that made her all the more...interesting. He chose a different word that what he was actually thinking. He wasn't supposed to think like that anymore. But that'd already been killed the first day of school. Ha. Darrin smiled down at her. "I'm Darrin in private, please. Mr. Michelangelo sounds so weird when I'm not in front of a bunch of people." And then he actually blushed. When he realized that, he blushed even more. Dear God. Why the hell was he blushing? He was glad she'd accepted. Darrin sat down near her, making sure to keep a bit of distance between the two. The man didn't want to make the girl uncomfortable; he was her teacher, after all. It might be weird for her to be so close to her English teacher. "Thank you, Paxton." He told her with a simple smile, glancing down at the book she'd closed. "Schoolwork? Why are you so eager to work when you've just gotten out of school?" Darrin asked, taking a sip of his iced coffee. Mon dieu, was that delicious. That random vendor sure knew how to make coffee...perhaps it was promoting some coffee shop somewhere...he'd seen it been done with Starbucks. Darrin would have to check when he went back to his classroom to grab his stuff before going home. He glanced around the park, his eyes landing on what Paxton's had before. Swinging. He found the idea of grown teenagers swinging a bit ridiculous. He'd never do it himself (mostly because he was sure he'd get a headache, like he did on trampolines), but perhaps it was nice for teenagers to grab onto their childhood before diving into college and becoming an adult. Like him. Darrin sighed, looking back at Paxton. He grabbed a pretzel out of his bag and began to chew on it. Then realizing his rudeness, he swallowed and held the bag out to Paxton. "Pretzel?" He asked. Darrin had plenty; he wasn't averse to sharing.[/style]

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[Paxton]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; background-color: #ececec; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; ] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/DirectorEnvy13/pazton-1.jpg); width: 75px; height: 100px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 2em; margin-right: 5px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/DirectorEnvy13/pazton-1.jpg); width: 50px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; ] [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/DirectorEnvy13/pazton-1.jpg); width: 25px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; ] [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/DirectorEnvy13/pazton-1.jpg); width: 10px; height: 100px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topright: 2em; margin-right: 5px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=letter-spacing: -7px; line-height: -10px; border-bottom: 2px dashed #667d6a; ]Paxt on Mabelle [/style] [STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topright: 2em; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify;]"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down, you'll be alright, no one can hurt you know. Come morning light; You and I'll be safe and sound. [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/23vxf9d.jpg); -webkit-border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; padding: 20px; opacity: 0.6;] [STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e8e8e8; -moz-border-radius-topright: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 2em; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 2em; text-indent: 25px; text-align: justify; ] It was so strange to see this teacher outside of school. She almost always came here and did her work; never before did she have a visitor. She rarely saw Mr. M outside of school; she had seen him around once or twice but he never before came over to her. She had often found herself looking at the teacher; he was indeed a very handsome man. His entire being was gorgeous; he was a beautiful creature that was for sure. Paxton seemed to be in a bit of a daze for a minute; but then it quickly shifted to her papers which began to move in the gentle breeze. She quickly went to grasp her papers them. She collected her papers with shaky hands; she still had this feeling that perhaps she had done something wrong. Maybe this teacher had come to tell her bad news about her grades, and wanted to tell her gently and in private to avoid embarrassment. These thoughts surfaced in her head and she was heavily worried. It would only make her day worse, no piano lesson, and now the possibility of a bad grade. When he spoke she couldn’t help but bite her lip, it was a habit she always had, when she was nervous, or even anxious. She looked at him with a blank expression for a minute before returning back to reality. “Oh of course, mr Mi- I mean, Mr. Darrin.” A red hue of blush appeared lightly on her cheeks; it felt so strange to call a teacher by his first name. It was almost as odd as calling a parent by their first name. She felt a weird sensation in her stomach when she spoke to her teacher; it was so strange not to be surrounded by other students. With others she felt stronger, she was just another face. There was little she had to do when she was around others; she wasn’t picked out of a crowd. She could hide. But now she was alone. The pressure to speak was now coming on, she couldn’t just sit there and stare at the mesmerizing man. Her words seemed to get caught in the middle of her throat and it took her a moment to finally piece the words together inside her mouth. “I don’t have piano lessons today like I usually do so I figured I could get it done now.” She said with a gentle smile. She brushed her bangs out of her face, her skin was flawless; pale and clean. She looked down to the papers that were wrapped in her arms and scattered across the picnic blanket. She knew she had a lot of work to do, and she spoke the truth. She looked to the side and noticed the book assignment that Mr. Michelangelo had given to his students a few days ago. It was a very large assignment and it would be due in a week, would it be odd to do the assignment in front of the very teacher that assigned it? Paxton was lost looking at all of the books and papers in front of her when his words finally pieced her skull. She looked at him and smiled with her light pink lips. She nodded gently. Oh, yes, thank you.” she was warmed by the offer and took a pretzel with kindness. Perhaps it wasn’t too bad at all being alone with Mr. Michelangelo [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e8e8e8; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 2em; border-top: 2px dashed #667d6a; ]TAGS ( Mr M ) WORDS ( ) NOTES ( ) [/style] [/style] BY RIMY OF BTN!

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