Little People [Caleb]

[aine luna bird]

I had been at the school for about a week now. It was time to make some cookies for myself and my new friends. Maybe I'd make more friends if I offered them cookies. It didn't matter because I'd made friends with Caleb and he was friends with Jason who I knew we would be friends with if I hung out with him more.

I had gotten permission from the cooks because I didn't want to be disobeying any rules. I found my grandmother's old snicker-doodle recipe. I needed to find all the ingredients before I even could think of starting. This was going to be a daunting task because I'm so short. Maybe if someone taller would come and help I'd be able to get this done faster.

I found all the refrigerated ingredients first, but the cupboards were so high up that I'd only be able to reach what was on the first shelf. I opened different ones looking for the ingredients but I couldn't see any.

Outfit *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Clicky
Notes *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* --
Tagged *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* --
Song *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Not Alone – Darren Criss

[caleb andrew winston]

It was strange, really, how high up certain places could be. You don't think about it until you're in a relatively high place, like... on the top of a bunk bed, perhaps. Or on the summit of a mountain. Or in a cable car, perhaps? (Sidenote: I love the word "Cable". Rearrange it slightly, you get "Caleb". You're welcome) Whatever. The point is, some places are a lot higher up than others. Not surprising, really, on the face of it. But when you think about it, the variety is astounding. And I'm not just saying that because I have been called, on occasion, "Goliath", mostly by Mum and Joseph. No, I say this because it really is interesting. Not that it matters to most people.

It was only now, sadly, that I was seriously appreciating this. Y'know, the difference in altitudes. Which was a shame, really, considering the many different vantage points that differences in height gave a person. I only really realized it as I had come into the kitchens, tired and in search of a place to sleep where I wouldn't really be disturbed. Which is a pretty weird circumstance to figure it out under, I admit. But again, that isn't the point of focus of the time that I am about to describe to you. It just... it isn't applicable for the time being. It might be soon. Might.

So, what with it being a full moon the night before I wasn't in the best of moods anyway. I hated full moons, merely because they reminded me that I wasn't normal anymore. Not that I had ever been. Let me rephrase that. They reminded me I wasn't human anymore. And I missed it. Anyway. Full moons just generally tired me out, seeing as I was up all night either worrying or wolfish. And, of course, I hadn't been able to sleep all day because of class. So the minute that that hell was over, I dashed off in search of somewhere quiet and fairly deserted so that I could sleep.

And that, dear reader, is where height comes into the equation.

I was pretty sure that no one would really be looking for me for a while, even though I'd probably get clocked soon. I wasn't really sure if I was allowed to do this... but who gave a crap? I was tired, I was irritable and my dorm was full of the twats I called roommates. I didn't really like any of them much. There were one or two that were okay, bu the rest were just overly confident nobs who thought they were that. Anyway. The kitchens seemed fairly un-busy at this time of day, seeing that dinner wasn't until 8pm. And... my free period just happened to be my last one. So I just... needed sleep.

So the kitchens were a clear first stop for me. And I found them soooo invitingly empty. And... I have no idea why I thought this to be a good idea... but I thought that it would be a smart idea to sleep on top of the cabinets on the wall so that no one would find me and hence, I wouldn't get into trouble. So I got up there, and slept for a while. It was so good. Seriously, even though it was only about three or four hours sleep, I felt so awake afterwards. And that was when I noticed the whole altitude situation, and how weird it was.

After a while, I finally registered that I wasn't the only person in the room. Not to sound horrible or anything, but because of my enhanced senses, I could hear and smell her walking around. A grin split my lips as she came into view. Aine. I liked the girl; she seemed friendly, and come on. She was really, really sweet. Like... a kitten. I knew that she was easily spooked, so I didn't really want to say anything to her, so that I didn't frighten her any. It was a little bit weird that I was laid across the top of the cabinets, anyway. I didn't really want to startle her; she looked like she was happy... baking. Baking?

My smile grew a little wider at the thought. Baking meant.. food. And, as most people who knew me knew, I was constantly hungry. And... bless her, she was a bit too short to reach some of the stuff in the cupboards that I was laid on top. So, with a sheepish, yet completely unapologetic, look on my face, I lowered myself so that I was hanging upside down in front of her. "Y'alright, sweetheart?" I asked her, shaking my head to get my hair out of my face. "Need a hand there?"

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Aine!
Notes: I am so sorry for his behavior.
Lyrics: A Shot Across The Bow by Mayday Parade

[aine luna bird]

I was reaching up to open a cupboard when out of nowhere a creature dropped from the ceiling. I was so scared I ran behind what ever I could find to hide. Which happened to be the island in the center of the kitchen. I hated when people or things just surprise me. Then I heard the creature's voice it sounded like Caleb. I peeked out from behind the island and saw that it was Caleb but he was upside-down for some reason hanging from the cupboards. "Caleb! You scared me!" I scolded him getting out of my hiding position. I did not like getting scared.

"I do need help if you're asking. I need to find flour, sugar, and a bunch of other ingredients that I can't seem to be able to reach." I said pointing to the cupboards. I gave him a small sheepish smile. I was still a bit shaky. I didn't like being surprised.

I was glad that it was Caleb, hanging from the ceiling, and not some person or creature that I didn't know. I would probably not be able to get anything done I would be so scared. I'm not a big people person. Not saying I don't like people and I don't like people I just get scared really easily. I especially can't take if someone is being mean to me. Thinking about having someone being mean to me reminded me of when I was in middle school some of the girls were really mean. Not saying that they were what caused me to have bulimia but they didn't help. Now that I was here though everyone that I'd met at least seemed nice. Especially Caleb he was the first, I guess you could say, real friend I had made in a while, even though I had only known him a short time I knew we'd get really close.

Outfit *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Clicky
Notes *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* --
Tagged *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Caleb!
Song *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Not Alone – Darren Criss

[caleb andrew winston]

There's almost always a moment, in most people, where they doubt anything that they do. It's just a second, and it may only be fleeting, but it still happens. Some people call it a conscience, but I don't think that's the right word for it. I prefer the word "filter", because I am not lacking a conscience. A filter, however, is something that I don't, have never and will never own. That;s just the way that my mind works. Do something now, regret it later. Although some might say that it isn't the best way to go about life, I beg to differ. There are none of those "what if"s that way. Well, except for a few instances in my life. But I prefer not to think about those.

I knew I'd made at least a tiny mistake, though, when I'd snuck up on Aine like that. Honestly, I'd forgotten just how skittish she actually was. I bit back a grin as I remembered the first time we met. She was hiding behind a sofa because of... my loudness. It's still funny to think of. And this moment... it reminded me of that. The way she'd immediately run for cover, behind the island in the middle of the kitchen. Although I knew that it probably wouldn't help my situation, I couldn't help but laugh at her. Not cruelly. No, I wouldn't. Not to Aine. I liked her just a bit too much to be horrid. Not that I was ever horrid, of course.

I bit down on my lip to stop my laughter as she scolded me. I knew i wouldn't help me to be laughing at all, and I didn't want to get her angry with me. Although I subconsciously sought out conflict, it was more sarcastic, jokey conflict than the angry type. I didn't like that kind of confrontation. "Soooooorry~" I chimed, blinking my wide, brown eyes at her almost innocently. I did that nearly without thinking now - the eyes thing. It was a good thing, really. Helped me a lot. "Buuuut you should have seen your little face, bless you. T'was adorable." I snickered lightly, before hopping own from where I was stationed. I don't know how I did it, considering where I was, but I managed it somehow.

I didn't normally like being told what to do. It felt like an awful restriction on my free will, and I just hated the whole bossy overtone anyway. But I quite liked the way Aine asked. It wasn't like she was outright telling me to do, although she was implying I do it. It was okay, though, because it was polite enough. And, c'mon, she still looked pretty shaken up from my sudden entrance. That made me feel a little bit guilty, although it was, for the most part, absolutely hilarious to me. I couldn't really be getting all defensive and "no-thank-you-that-involves-effort" about this right now. I wasn't in the mood right now, anyway. I was just a little too happy, too well-rested.

I meandered over to her and gave her a quick hug, with an amused smile on my face. "Y'know, you don't have to be so terrified." I laughed lightly, ruffling her hair a little bit. "I don't bite, honest. Just like to hide in odd places." Which was true. I never really meant to startle anyone, especially someone as easily spooked and, honestly, adorable as the little Irish girl in front of me. I liked weird places like on top of cabinets and, as the other week had proved, inside fridges. I was thankful for Kit being there to help me.

At her instructions, I saluted with a chuckle. It was so corny, and cliche, but did I give a shit? No. "Right away si-" I started, but paused when I realized my mistake. The last I knew of, Aine was female. Oops. "I mean, uh, right away ma'am." I corrected myself, and then skittered away o get the stuff she needed.

I know I'm inherently Goliath, but come on. I may have been tall, but I found it really, really cute that Aine wasn't tall enough to reach this stuff. She was just... miniature, wasn't she? Maybe she could ive in a doll house or something, and then I could keep her as my pet. Because, yes, I found it just that sweet. I came back to her, my arms full of what she needed and a huge grin on my face. "God, Aine," I snickered lightly, placing what she needed on the counter and then patting her head. "You're smaaall."

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Aine!
Notes: I am so sorry for his behavior.
Lyrics: A Shot Across The Bow by Mayday Parade

[aine luna bird]

I watched as Caleb managed his way off the top and showed him the ingredients I needed. "I don't care if I was adorable... Hiding in odd places is fine just, just don't jump out at me... It scares me. I could of had a heart attack and died. Then you would be sad," I pouted, as I hugged him back.

I didn't want him to feel bad... Well I did want him to feel bad. I don't like being scared. Being scared was like not knowing. I didn't like not knowing. Being scared meant not being confident. Not that I was confident whatsoever... I just, I wanted to be more confident. Being confident meant I could overcome anything. Meaning I could really accept the fact that my dad was dead and nothing was going to bring him back.

Being small has it's advantages but it also has it's disadvantages. Mostly disadvantages... Things like reaching cupboards and changing lightbulbs were very daunting tasks. Plus I don't like ladders or standing on chairs because I feel like I'm going to fall and plummet to my death. To think about it I didn't like much except nice people, bright things, light. I was scared of pretty much everything too. Things every other person would brush off immediately, would leave me simpering for hours.

Then Caleb called me small. I don't like being called small it makes me feel.... small. I took the ingredients scowling. "I'm not small... I'm... I'm.... Fun sized!" I smirked success. Fun sized sounded much more... fun. "Could you find me a large mixing bowl?" I asked batting my eyes.

Outfit *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Clicky
Notes *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* --
Tagged *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* --
Song *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Not Alone – Darren Criss

[caleb andrew winston]

A filter is something inside a person's brain which tells them not to do things, si? Well, as I have previously explained, I'm not in possession of one of those. In fact, the very thought of owning one of those things terrified me to my very core. It just sounded so boring that way! Knowing what you were going to say and not running the risk of offending a few people, that is. For god's sake, what on earth happened to spontaneity? What happened to the fun of not knowing hat was going to happen next? Not that I was a dick who enjoyed offending people, but seriously! Sometimes it was fun not knowing how someone would take something. I'll admit that I am the type of person to subconsciously seek out conflict, but sarcastic, fun conflict. And that's what that kind of thing was!

Which is kind of what made me laugh when I was lectured about my less reserve tendencies. If it had been anyone else (okay, maybe not anyone) I probably would have just told the person to go fuck themselves, and that I was having fun. But my Ma told me never to swear at a lady. Just because I was a bit... whatever-the-word-is, didn't mean that I wasn't a polite person. So I might have been a little bit sexist about that kind of thing. Fucking sue me. Last I noticed, Aine was a female, and a little one at that. So I couldn't really say what came naturally. Instead, I just chuckled, and ruffled her hair. "Okay, okay," I said, admitting some form of defeat. "Whatever lets you sleep at night, sweetheart, I get it."

Fun-sized. I always absolutely despised that phrase, considering the context that it was used in. What on earth was fun about a smaller portion? I know I sound hideously fat by saying that, but really. Sure, maybe you could carry around more of those in your pockets, and yes, you could eat more of them without feeling nauseous. But, again, here was the fun in that? That was half the fun of eating a regular portion! In fact, me and my brother had turned that into a game, which he loved. I loved it too, and almost always won. So it was win-win, really. Gosh, I missed that boy sometimes.

I shook my head a little but, a tiny laugh escaping my lips as I set down what she needed on the countertop. "Fun-sized, of course, being another term for small." I countered easily. I could list another few synonyms if she wanted me to, but that sounded like a lot of effort. Only if I was asked, then, because I just didn't want to, really. Not at the drop of a hat. But it did sound like a lot of fun, being able to win. Which I was. I didn't know. Maybe. I liked not knowing what would happen for certain, as has already been noted. WE WOULD SEE, that's what I'm trying to say. Maybe. I don't know.

I rolled my eyes at her batting her own, although I could't help but nod and go off to fetch the bowl that she wanted. What with me being a gentleman and all. I couldn't really help it. Just the way I was raised, probably. Ma and her weird Latino shit. I placed the bowl down next to where the ingredients were stationed, and bowed extravagantly. "You're welcome," I said, with a smirk on my face. I wasn't really looking for a thank you, but hey. I just didn't feel like I needed one all that much because reasons that I don't have to disclose.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Aine!
Notes: I am so sorry for his behavior.
Lyrics: A Shot Across The Bow by Mayday Parade

[aine luna bird]

I liked Caleb but he could get on my nerves. It was still nice to have a friend though. Even an annoying one. "I just don't like the word small. So, yeah... I just try to come up with words that are nicer. Like fun sized or even petite. Small just doesn't sound like a nice word."

I could tell I was getting more comfortable around Caleb because I was starting to ramble. Not a bad ramble though I guess. I applauded him as he bowed. "Thank you very much kind sir. You have done me a great service. I will reward you with cookies as soon as they're done."

I started measuring out the ingredients. Flour, sugar... It would be too long before my delicious cookies were in the oven baking. Filling the kitchen with the smell of cinnamon and sugar. I smiled at the thought. I loved baking especially cookies. They were probably my favorite plus my grandma's cookies were the best.

Outfit *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Clicky
Notes *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Cookies!
Tagged *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Caleb!
Song *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Not Alone – Darren Criss

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