xavier bell. guidance counselor at frostford middle. lsu alum.
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ellegirouxâ:
Eloise nodded in response to the suggestion. âI donât think Iâve ever had a mojito before,â she admitted. Usually, she didnât go too far outside of her comfort zone when it came to alcohol. âI might give it a try. Are they strong?â she asked, trying to figure out if she wanted to go down that route or not. At the manâs question, the blonde let out a sigh. âA bad blind dateâs got me here tonight. What about you?â
âReally?â His brows perked. Introducing someone to something new was one of his most beloved hobbies -- usually it wasnât something as simple as a mojito, but he was a big fan, so he welcomed it. âYou should. Depends whoâs making it. Most of the time theyâre a bit stronger than the average drink. Itâs time consuming to make, Iâve gotten a weak one solely because me ordering it was annoying.â He made air quotes as he said the last word. âDefine bad. Are we talking stalking situation..crazy exes?â
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anniefishersâ:
âConsiderinâ nobodyâs ever given you flowers before, itâs on the house. âDonât tell Miss Virginia though. I worked hard on this and itâs worth at least $30.â Annie grinned, carefully moving the vase towards Xavier. âSeasonal depression is a very real thing. Mine usually hits in winter, though. Are you not a fall person?â
âThank you for taking pity on me. Iâve always wanted a peony.â He picked up the vase, admiring the work she put into the arrangement. Xavier, who prided himself on knowing everything about everything, actually didnât know much about flower arrangements - but he could appreciate the beauty in it. âNot particularly, no. Everything starts dying, which is never fun. I have about three triggers specifically associated with fairs. And, most importantly, I could never pull off the color orange.â
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jbfoxmdâ:
He laughed. âI uh, think I can live without that, but thanks for the offer. One day Iâll get used to the quiet. Until then I guess I just gotta listen to city sounds or somethingâ.â
âSuit yourself. Youâd be surprised how much the extreme comes in handy.â He shrugged, genuinely believing his words. âThe driveâs not so bad, if that makes you feel any better. Iâve gone on quite a few weekend trips myself; catch the Falcons, Hawks..â He trailed off. âWhat brings you to Frostford?â
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ellegirouxâ:
Eloise didnât go to bars often. She had a relatively busy life between looking after her son and teaching ballet, so any free time she had was spent grocery shopping or catching up on sleep. However, a friend had set her up on a blind date and she reluctantly went through with it. The outcome of the date was what brought Elle to The Watering Can in the first place. The date went terribly, and she regretted not following her gut instinct. Walking up to the bar countertop, the tiny blonde plopped herself down on one of the stools and turned to the person next to her. âWhatâs your favorite drink?â She asked, her slight French accent evident in her words. âIâm tired of my usual gin and tonics and Iâd like to switch it up.â @frostfordstart
Sometimes it was frustrating not being able to help the kids at school as much as he wanted to. He could never show it, but he couldnât easily shake it, even after hours. Itâs what led him to The Watering Can. âFavorite drink?â He repeated, taking a moment to process. âMojito.â He answered, raising his glass. âThe classic, mint, nothing fancy. Whatâs got you here drinking tonight?â
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anniefishersâ:
âListen, I know itâs gonna sound silly, butâŠâ Annie smiled as she tucked a rose in between sprigs of babyâs breath. âMaybe flowers canât solve all your problems, but they sure are a start.â Nothing made her feel better than putting together an arrangement, be it for herself or a customer. âAlright,â she murmured, putting on the finishing touches. âYâgot my attention. Whatâs up?â @frostfordstart
âIâll give it to you, itâs a start. No oneâs ever given me flowers before.â He reached for her arrangement, trying to appreciate an art he didnât really understand. âYou are giving this to me, right? Because itâd be rude not to, considering itâs my time of need.â He sighed, not really sure where to start. âNothingâs up, particularly. Or everything is. I think I have Fall depression, thatâs a real thing you know.â
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ofjulietteâ:
it wasnât like she could really avoid xavier. they lived in such a small community, that even if she wanted to completely erase him from her life ( which, she didnât, heâd been too important to do such a thing ) it wouldnât be possible. but simply avoiding shopping in certain places on certain days the past couple of years, now that she had been good at. both of them had been, honestly. and yet, she still wound up face to face with him making a mess in the aisle at bushelâs. carefully, juliette took the items he picked up and offered him a small smile.  âwell, thatâs good. that theyâre alright. frannieâs been doinâ lots of studyinâ and she needs her snacks.â juliette explained with a shrug as she tapped on the snacks in her hands once more.  âoh, me?  âm fine. no bumps or bruises.  âcept to my ego, but i wasnât really lookinâ either, so.â juliette shrugged her shoulders as she made a face at her own comment ( and the whole situation ).  ââm sorry. are you alright? i didnât accidentally cause you to drop anything, right?â
âStudy snacks, of course. I shouldâve known.â Familiarity lingered, and he resisted the urge to comment on knowing the few groceries in her hand were for Frannie. Heâd made similar shopping runs for her himself, for both of them, but mentioning so would only make the situation more awkward. âGood, good. Iâm glad youâre not hurt. My egoâs always a little bit bruised around you. Hate to admit Iâm kind of happy weâre even now.â A poor attempt at a joke. Was it a good sign or a bad one that things could still be oddly tense after years? âIâm alright, no damage done. How are you? Not now, in general, in life. Things are good with you and Frannie?â
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jbfoxmdâ:
âSure is different from Atlanta..â he mumbled to the dog at his side. Standing outside the small flower shop, blue eyes dropped from daisies to Bucket, and back up to the person in front of him. âI am so sorry, I didnât realize I was blocking the doorway.â @frostfordstart
âNo apologies necessary. If youâre missing Atlanta, I could always make you feel more at home. Shove you out of my way, spit on your shoes..â He jokingly trailed off. âFrostford takes some getting used to if youâre from the city, let me know if I can help.â
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aurorykatesâ:
âYouâre right, youâre not big enough to be Alabama,â she quietly kidded in return. At his next words, Aurora looked down at herself, wondering what it was about her that gave off the impression she was looking to boutique hop. âThanks,â she said, and was ready to leave it at thatâ she was wanted to leave it at that, but she couldnât help herself. There was a beat, and then she continued, âClearly I either look really good, or really, really shit if you guessed thatâŠâ
âGood. You look good -- that was definitely a positive assumption. You see a lot of overalls around here, duck boots during the fall. Neither are exactly bad choices, but more practical than fashionable.â He gestured to her. âAnd your outfit actually matches, that was the big giveaway.âÂ
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ofjulietteâ:
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if juliette had been thinking before she went to the grocery store, sheâd have realized that it was the worst day to go. that sheâd probably run into xavier there. but she hadnât thought it through, which meant that walking down the aisleâs looking for the specific snack frannie had asked for and spotting him out of the corner of her eye had caught her off guard. and then, ten minutes later when she finally found what she had been looking for, she didnât think she was going to literally bump into him. so, juliette stumbled backwards and hit the rack holding the snacks and dropped what sheâd been holding on to.  âwell arenât i graceful?â she mumbled to herself, shaking her head.  âsorry âbout that.âÂ
Itâd been years -- three to be exact, and Xavier still made an effort to avoid Juliette if he could help it. He wasnât hurt anymore, no, his heart had healed but the sense of awkwardness between them still lingered. The town was too small and far too community driven for him to avoid her completely, but distance was always appreciated. Itâs why he quickly turned a corner and ducked behind an end cap when he spotted her browsing an aisle. His desire to evade her was more embarrassing than any bout of small talk theyâd get into, yet that didnât stop him. Unfortunately, it didnât do him any good. Just when he thought he was in the clear, she came crashing into him, like a bat out of hell. âNo, no. It was me.â He gladly took the blame, leaning down to pick up the few items she dropped. âI uh - wasnât looking where I was going.â He continued. âHere, looks like it survived the fall. What about you? Should I call 9-1-1?â
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frstcrâ:
Itâs the sound of old wood creaking, its used and worn structure restraining under the pressure of weight, that breaks the silence. And despite its distinctive protest, Riven stretches to her toes. Her tiny frame wobbling dangerously on the top step of the ladder. Ironically, sheâs never much minded the height up here. Reaching up, her fingers clutching to the old spine of a book, she makes sure itâs in place before finding better footing. There was something to be said about negligent readers that didnât seem care for the carefully created structure the library lived by. And while, frankly, she loved her job, she wished people would just return books to the right sections. Eyeing the rows one last time, Riven slowly climbs down, jumping off of the last step with fervor. The immediate presence that greets her once she turns has her a little startled. âOh, uhm, sorry. Did you need something?â @frostfordstart
âFun Home.â His eyes were still scanning the rows of books, turning to her when it seemed like he had her undivided attention. âSorry if you were in the middle of something.â He spoke more out of obligation than genuine remorse, gesturing to the ladder beside her. âI checked the shelves, no luck. Itâs a graphic novel, so thereâs a chance Iâm not looking in the right place. Itâs also, arguably, racy. For Frostford, that is.â A student had their own copy confiscated by an especially grumpy English teacher who refused to give it up -- even to Xavier. âIf you donât have it, could you tell me the closest library that does?â
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As a child, Aurora had always loved visiting her grandparents in Frostford. Her grandfather doted on her without a care of favoritism, and there were always enough desserts to go around. Now, as she strolled down the sidewalk of her fatherâs hometown with just the streetlights and a vague sense of direction guiding her, Aurora tried not to think of where else she might have been just then, other than the idyllic town of her childhood.
âDamn it,â she cursed aloudâ and loudlyâ as she stopped suddenly on the sidewalk. âStupid⊠Alabama.â That wasnât fair. Alabama hadnât done anything wrong. Just as suddenly as she had stopped, Aurora turned around, only to come face-to-face with the realization that someone had been behind her.
Her cheeks flared red. Was her throat really dry all of a sudden? âSorry,â she squeaked.
âNo need to apologize, Iâm not Alabama.â He winced at his own words, horrible joke. âThe townâs not too big, all the farmland makes it look more daunting than it actually is. You could keep taking lefts and eventually youâd end up where you wanted to be.â Looking her up and down, he narrowed his eyes slightly, attempting to guess what she was in search of. âButtons and Bows? The boutique. Go back a block and take a right, big blue sign, you canât miss it.â
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libbymathisâ:
âexcuse me? getting laid off wasnât a failure, it was out of my control. just because youâre living high and mighty and have some stability doesnât make you any better than i am. iâm just still trying to find my way with what i want to do in life.â
âDidnât you get laid off because you werenât good at your job? Hate to break it to you, but that falls under the blanket of being in your control. I am high and mighty, thank you so much for noticing. Mooching off our poor old grandparents simply didnât appeal to me, so I was sure to make the most of my education.â
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jason-adlerâ:
âI didnât want to know such a thing either,â Jason started dramatically, shaking his head. âI had a nightmare when I found out some young folks killed a goat and drank its blood.â God knows who made up that story, Jason still had no idea to this day, yet he kept telling everybody. âCan you believe this is happening in our Christian town? Unbelievable..â
His eyes narrowed as the other went on. Xavier heard his fair share of weird Frostford stories over the years, but they typically involved cow tipping and bull riding, not goat sacrifice. It didnât sound completely ridiculous, but it was certainly out there as far as small-town Alabama went. âBro, are you high?â He had to ask. âNo judgement, but..â
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jacbsterlingâ:
âI mean some people figure if the stores are sellinâ it then itâs fair game, right?â He shrugged, as if this was a defense for it all. âI donât know that Iâve seen anything like thatâ I mean they havenât started some sorta cutest pup contest that we somehow donât know about have they?â
âWhen in doubt, blame the hell that is retail." He agreed -- it was at least a logical explanation. âHonestly, yeah, they probably have. Itâd make more sense than anything else. Iâm all for cute puppies, contests too, but I donât think I could force my dog into an uncomfortable costume for a month. Harnesses look uncomfortable enough.â
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jason-adlerâ:
âIt gets worse every year.â Jason didnât know how but they always got worse, there was no exception. Or he was simply losing his tolerance. âThat certainly wouldnât be the worst thing to happen to those goats though.â Everybody heard the rumors, apparently some kids sacrificed a goat and drank its blood. Of course none of those claims were true, it didnât happen at all but once Jasonâd heard something, he tended to spread it whether itâs true or not.Â
Xavierâs eyes narrowed, unsure where this was going, but too curious not to comment. âWhy do I get the feeling I donât want to know the worst thing that could happen to the goats?â
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annarhceâ:
The sound of his voice was comforting. After keeping up with text messages and Instagram comments, there was no comparison to catching up in person even if her entire plan had been foiled. âYou know I love a good surprise. I was just waiting for the school year to roll back around so that I could show up in your office and start tossinâ college acceptance questions your way.â Her rounds werenât as pressing now, she knew she had time to catch everyone, but maybe she had dropped the ball on this one. âWhat the hell are you doinâ here? You and home improvement projects is a little scary.â
âSo what Iâm getting from this is you were planning to show up unannounced with gifts for me? Because that Iâm okay with. In fact, I insist.â It was far too easy to fall back into their same routine, trading playful jabs with one another -- smiles glued to their faces. He was never sure just how much he missed her until she showed up again. âIâll have you know my home improvement techniques have improved. I installed a new shower head in my bathroom a couple weeks back. Iâve come a very long way from accidentally destroying dressers. In my defense, I really thought the card catalog handles would be an easy job and I didnât consider how permanent wood stain would be on other surfaces.â
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