in my own little corner

Just Bee. English Lit student and avid reader.

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@beedickens: A very happy best friend day to @lnmunroe! (I forgot what the hashtag was but the sentiment is there.)

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I’ll pass on the message.

You’re welcome here whenever, you know that. Whenever Stel isn’t teaching and I’m not at the studio. Even then, I’m sure you could find amusement with Lily and Topher until one of us comes home.

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That's... a lot of people to meet on my own.

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You don’t have to listen to it.

I’ll have to introduce you to Estella. She’s a walking literary reference and although I care for her deeply, she doesn’t half talk some gibberish.

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Tell Sawyer I'd be happy to listen to his love situation!

I'd love to meet her. You know I would!

[leomunroe-blog]

Some bloke he’s met. Don’t ask. He has actual issues.

Oh, an uphill struggle. All day every day.

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I think it's sweet. Sudden, but sweet.

At least you have your other bookworm to soften the blow!

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He’s not. Ugh.

Well, I’m not entirely sure how I did it. 

[beedickens-blog]

Um... who is he in love with then?

Was it a struggle?

[leomunroe-blog]

Indeed. He’s asked after you. He reckons he’s in love, did you hear? It’s all I’ve heard for the past however many weeks. The Uptown Funk song is preferable.

I’d likely fall apart without you, Bee.

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I didn't know he was seeing anyone!

Well, you've managed alright for the past couple of years.

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Sawyer is a child in a man’s body. He picked me up and spun me around the other day as means of a hello.

Wow, you really got me there.

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He did? I miss Sawyer's greetings.

I'm just keeping the cogs turning in that head of yours.

[leomunroe-blog]

The cigarette also seems like the easier.

… Art?

[beedickens-blog]

I feel like Sawyer would pick the trampoline.

Exactly!

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I need a stress trampoline, after that. Or a cigarette.

If it looks like a person and you’re squeezing it’s face, it’s technically abuse.

[beedickens-blog]

The trampoline seems like the healthier option.

What is it if I squeezed it into a face?

[leomunroe-blog]

A hamster is not like a person! And forgive me, but I’m certain that hamster bit me just to escape! We found it, didn’t we? In the end. 

I’m certain that’s abuse, to an extent. 

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...I'm making the nerves worse, aren't I? Do you want my stress ball?

I wouldn't put it like that!

[leomunroe-blog]

I’m only a little terrified. Not enough to comment openly on it.

How’s that working out for you? The stress ball?

[beedickens-blog]

Little like that time I asked you to watch my hamster for five minutes and you lost it?

I've squeezed it so much that if I squint, it looks like Stitch from Lilo and Stitch.

[leomunroe-blog]

We’re well, thank you. How are you?

[beedickens-blog]

Part of me expected you to say terrified.

And I'm well too. I have exams but I bought a stress ball so I'm okay.

[leomunroe-blog]

Sawyer can just do acoustic covers of Uptown Funk, and Nate and I will be out of work. We’ll manage.

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If you say so!

How are you anyway?

[leomunroe-blog]

I think this is the only song I’ve heard for the past six weeks. I’m not even certain other songs exist anymore.

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Do other songs need to exist?

Oh, well, I mean apart from Sawyer's music and you and Nate's tracks. Woops.

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I'm torn because I really need to study and people shouldn't be playing music in the library, but I also really do like that Uptown Funk song.

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Day one, I stumbled through hello on 5th avenue | Jensen & Bee

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Jensen automatically assumed Lucy was wrong, evidently the Sex and the City tour bus wasn’t pace he would get stopped at but he almost wished she wasn’t wrong. He could tell that the woman was uncomfortable and he hated that it was at his fault. He didn’t know her at all but he held the sense of respect to hate that he was why she was in that funk. Maybe it would have been best if he let her go on her merry way and forget what happened.

"Yeah," he nervously laugh, but he could mask it well enough to not make the group of girls feel like they liked a dick of a musician. He wasn’t trying to be a dick towards them but more trying to hold respect for both them and the woman. Luckily they all seemed happy enough to have just gotten a picture from Jensen and started to scurry off in their own direction. "Nice to meet you ladies." He called off soflty before they walked away, hearing giggles come from them as they drifted off. Jensen closed his eyes and softly laughed.

Eventually when they girls were out of hearing distance, he turned his attention back to the woman and nodded his head yes. He was relieved they were leaving, hoping it would let her relax back to how she was. He wasn’t blind and could notice how she tensed up as they were in their presence.

Her not really knowing who he was gave Jensen a sort of thrill. It was like a blank page and he could set his own first impression on her rather than assuming what he was supposed to be like, just like how the girls just had for him. But, he imagined his first impression probably wasn’t the greatest as the first time meeting her, she was bombarded to take pictures of other people with him.

"I kind of do the more acoustic sound." He began, explaining why she may not know of him. "It’s not exactly something you hear on today’s radio or anywhere, really." He didn’t know if she was a music person or not, but either way, it was refreshing. Most of the time, or how Jensen imagined it, the only way you knew of his music is if you were looking for it. But Jensen also knew nothing from the other side of music, all he knew was that he made music, that’s it. He didn’t live in the glamorous life style, didn’t go out partying every night or do drugs like how numerous musicians did. He stayed out of the light and that’s how he liked it.

"Don’t suppose I could get your name?" He asked carefully, hoping he hadn’t frightened her, or more so the girls frightening her.

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Bee pushed her glasses further up her nose, unable to help but feel foolish that she had gotten so spooked. Crowds had just never been her thing, especially when they were of the squealing teenage girl variety. As she watched the gaggling group make their exit, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and then proceeded to feel guilty for doing so.

It shouldn't be her that was so grateful to see the back of the girls. The look of alarm on her new companion's face hadn't gone amiss to her and it looked like, although the girls recognised him and therefore made her think that he had a status of some sorts, he really was out of his depth with them, although he had recovered rather well.

He looked apologetic and she quickly wanted to dissuade any worries he had about making her uncomfortable. If anything, she should be the one attempting to console him as the girls had all but attacked him. She wondered if this was what her brother and sister felt like when they suddenly found the paparazzi on top of them.

"Oh!" Bee said in interest when he told her about his style of music. She was almost glad that his music wasn't one of those popular radio tunes the people in her classes talked about, at least she could somewhat justify her ignorance then. However, she had never said no to listening to that kind of music before and wondered if perhaps Leo, who was definitely big on the music scene given his company, had ever heard of a Jensen Barnes.

"That's really interesting," she said, no falseness at all to her words. It was rare for Bee to instigate a conversation with a stranger, but she did find herself genuinely intrigued by the man and he didn't seem too intimidating either. His fans sure were, but he had been nothing but nice to her ever since she had collided into him.

As soon as he asked for her name though, she flushed a deep red and immediately looked down, tucking her books under her chin and allowing her hair to fall over her face. She seemed to always have this reaction--or something akin to it--nowadays when people prompted her to introduce herself. Perhaps it was because the words that spilled from her mouth were a lie.

"Bee Dickens," she finally said, looking up at the man and giving him a small smile once she was sure that Beatrice Randall wouldn't try and infiltrate herself into the conversation, even though Beatrice was just as meek and mild as Bee was.

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Day one, I stumbled through hello on 5th avenue | Jensen & Bee

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Jensen smiled, nodding towards the woman as she assured she didn’t lose anything. Whatever it was she was holding, it seemed to look important enough to not want to lose anything, Jensen was just glad nothing was lost at his hand. “You’ve got quite the armful, don’tcha?” If he knew the woman more, or even if they were going near the same place, Jensen would have asked to help lighten her load, carry a few of her books to avoid further events happening like what just did between the two. But, Jensen also knew how odd and forward that could seem, as well as just a mere simple invasion of privacy and that was a rare delicacy in large cities.

But as Jensen heard the woman giggle softly, he couldn’t help but curiously raise an eyebrow to her. It was almost faint enough that he wasn’t sure if the giggle came from her, it could have just as easily come from a by stander. In that case, Jensen wish it wasn’t. He felt like he managed to blend himself in well enough, especially after his talk with Lucy explaining that some people might actually recognize him in New York. When he left his apartment, he easily grabbed a pair of his Ray Ban glasses and s light scarf, figuring ti would be the look of nearly every other man in New York, and to his luck, he was right. The biggest difference in attire from New York to L.A. was just the climate, that and a few more suits wandered the streets.

Jensen quickly snapped out of his observation towards the outfits in New York daze as soon as he felt the woman bump into him once more. Instinctively, he grabbed onto her arms softly, hoping to avoid her dropping her gathered items once more. He already felt like he at least owed the woman that much, especially since he was the cause of the first fumble. He was about to tell the woman to quit apologizing, but each time he began to open his mouth, he heard the squeals that he assumed she heard as well. Jensen wanted to let out a sigh, but he knew he had to refrain. He was flattered that he apparently had a following in New York, he loved them, he really did, but sometimes he just wanted to have peace and quiet. He thanked his moon and stars that he wasn’t any kind of One Direction or Justin Bieber fame, if he had fame at all.

Jensen nervously smirked at her, knowing if it was as uncomfortable to him, he knew she must have felt that or more. Following his nervous smirk came a laugh to match. His assumptions were confirmed as soon as she took a step back from him. He wanted to curse himself loudly for her having to be in that position. But Jensen also knew he couldn’t be rude even if he tried, it wasn’t really much in his nature to even think of it. So instead of dismissing the crowd of girls, Jensen threw a sympathetic look to the woman who was now standing away from the crowd, all while vocally confirming his presence to the girls.

Before Jensen could really agree to the picture, they were already posing around him, getting ready to smile for the camera. In one swift motion, Jensen managed to fake confusion and mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to her as they shoved the camera into her hands. He placed his arms behind the two girls that stood closest to him and bared a smile formed between his lips.

Mentally, Jensen was cursing Lucy for jinxing him but she was right to begin with. He thought that New York was mostly filled with actors from Broadway getting attention, not really much of a person like himself. “There y’all go.” He spoke, released his hands from behind their backs, allowing the pose to cease for not only himself but the girls as well, hoping they would scatter quickly after. But instead of waiting to find out, he walked over to the woman who handed back the camera, “I’m so sorry about that.”

He glanced between her and the girls, figuring she probably didn’t know much about him which at this point was refreshing. He also figured he could clear any confusion about who he was to the woman, not because he could boast and brag but to explain what had happened. “I’m from out in L.A., not really a big musician but a musician at the least. This doesn’t happen often and I apologize for you being wound up in it.”

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Out of all the bizarre happenstances that Bee had experienced lately, this one was giving the previous ones a run for their money. Her forehead creased in complete confusion as she took the picture, wondering what on earth she had just stumbled into. Her siblings had often had their own pictures taken in the middle of the street, but that was by paparazzi when they fell out of a club in the early hours of the morning. They didn't necessarily have fans, only people who noticed them from when they were splashed on the cover of Us Weekly. This seemed to be a different scale altogether.

She caught the mouthed words that the man--Jensen, had the girls said his name was?--gave her and just gave him a small smile in return, not sure what an appropriate response in this kind of situation would be anyway. As the girls immediately began crowding her to see if the photo was acceptable or not, she quickly backed away, hoping that would be the last of her photographer duties.

Luckily, they seemed satisfied with hit but continued to hover nearby as if waiting for a marriage proposal from the man who was now apologising to Bee. Keeping a wary eye on the giggling group of girls, Bee returned most of her attention to the dark haired man and just let out a nervous little laugh. She wasn't even going to pretend to understand what had just happened.

"It's okay..." she reassured him, holding her books closer to her chest and feeling uncomfortable when the group of girls began side-eyeing her and whispering to each other. She frowned and looked back at the other man who was now explaining why he had somehow managed to catch their attention and her eyes widened a little behind her glasses when he explained that he was a singer.

"A musician?" she echoed. She'd never been all that big on the music scene, preferring to listen to movie scores instead of more current songs. She didn't know what kind of musician this Jensen was but, given the apparent age of his fan base, he seemed to have a following from young people at the very least. She tucked a lock of brown hair behind her ear and gave him another smile.

"Really, it's alright. It just caught me off guard is all," she explained, shaking her head at herself. She had honestly never been a person who had scared easily. While timid, she rarely jumped when her older brother had decided to pull a prank on her and she barely flinched at horror movies. It was easy for her to stand her ground but lately she had been on tenterhooks what with everything that had happened with her father. She was a lot more on edge and the screaming girls had certainly caught her off guard.

"Seems like you have fans here," she pointed out, giving a small and subtle nod in the direction of the girls who were now realising they probably weren't getting anything else from the man.

"Jensen Barnes they said your name was?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't take offence at her not knowing who he was.