Post by pierce on Apr 17, 2016 23:39:16 GMT -5
It had been a week since Nurse Oak came to lecture about the birds and the bees, or rather - bananas and prophylactics. Ever since, Cleo had been thinking about it. She didn't really get that information in the classic cinema, or even explained in full by her mom or grandparents. Normally she had too much fabric and outfit ideas stuffed in her head to have room for much else, but since she'd met Fletch: the apple of her eye that had changed quickly. It didn't affect her productivity as much as it affected her design styles. Dress necklines plummeted lower - the peter pan collars had petered out and the fitted quality of the outfits increased. Though she hadn't gone overboard with them yet, Cleo was on the thin line. She loved the way Fletch looked at her when she wore her newer creations, it was like he would swallow her whole with his eyes. There was no feeling like being consumed by him... and when she didn't hear from him, she considered taking drastic measures. She had to entice the frequency of his company somehow. She couldn't discuss these measures with her mom, or Arielle, and definitely not Cliff - so the pleasant woman who'd talked so freely about sex was the first person Cleo considered.
Her heels clicked down the hall approaching the nurse's personal office. She was early, but Cleo wanted to meet with the woman during her lunch period and have enough time to at least get a little clarity about what was going on in her head. Once she arrived though, she realized being early wasn't going to do much good since there was no one but a note saying: 'Be right back!'
With patience, Cleo waited until close to fifteen minutes had passed. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to even go out of her way to get some feedback on this. What if the nurse said she was willing to listen but really just said that to be nice, and didn't expect anyone to really want to talk? She wasn't sure, but the thoughts that had encouraged her to stand here just... began to feel silly now. Adjusting her purse a little more secured upon her shoulder, Cleo took one last look at the closed door before turning to trace her steps back down the hall, deciding she'd just go outside for a bit before her next class and ponder.
