Millions of Peaches, Peaches for // Mathieu

[Mischa Keys]

It was a calm June afternoon, and a cool breeze blew through the flamingo gardens. For once it was not blazingly hot, and so a number of the students had come out, either to play some Ultimate Frisbee, or just to stroll around in the garden. Mischa was here for the latter reason.

Always with something tasty and sweet in her fridge, Mischa had today picked a peach, before heading outside, clad in black shorts and a yellow tee shirt with a smiley face on it. She was barefoot, and anyone who paid any attention could spot a pair of flip flops hidden in a bush nearby.

So there she stood, in the grass, munching on a peach, singing to herself. "Millions of peaches, peaches for me. Millions of peaches, peaches for free." She walked towards the gardens, crossing through on flat stones between two bushes and hopping back onto the cement. The cement was hot, though, and she found herself jumping from foot to foot. "Ouch ow ow hot cement hot ow." she repeated the same few words over and over in random order, looking around until she saw... the fountain.

Mischa hopped from foot to foot towards the fountain, finally dipping her feet inside and sitting on the edge. Ahh, that was better. She took another, particularly juicy bite out of the peach. Some peach juice dribbled down her chin, so she pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and wiped it away. Never eat messy fruit without a handkerchief handy, she always told herself. She put the handkerchief back in her pocket and continued singing. "Millions of peaches, peaches for me. Millions of peaches, peaches for free."

Mischa stuck out her legs straight in front of her, lightly kicking, splashing the water around. The sound of the splashing water made dark blue circles appear and disappear on the invisible screen in front of her, and combined with the light grey scraggly lines that were the wind, she could see an intricate dance as the shapes moved around each other. A few other sounds, like birds chirping and a soccer ball being kicked, also appeared and disappeared from vision, though she paid little attention to these. Orange triangles and white circles were common, and far less interesting.

"Moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches. I'm moving to the country, gonna eat me a lot of peaches. I'm moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches. Moving to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches."

[mathieulark]

The park had a light breeze whistling through it. This provided cool refreshment for the students playing soccer across the park, but it was becoming quite the nuisance for Mathieu. The weather had practically called out to him earlier, screaming "Hey, it's awesome out here! Come outside instead instead of hanging round that stuffy 'ol dorm!" However, as relaxing as the birds and the fountain and the general 'Garden of Eden' atmosphere was, the dorm had proved much better for reading. The wind was playing a game of flapping the pages of his book around, making reading near impossible.

"There," he whispered to himself, find his page. Again. A momentary peace settled upon his mind, and his surroundings decided to match it - Birds chirped merrily, the fountain hummed out a trinkling melody, the ball games taking place let out a nice beat.

Then the wind got tired of the whole 'calming ambience' thing and flung Mathieu's book up, tossing it a good ways away. Buying the paperback had seemed for saving a quickback, but now it was just getting annoying. The wind skidded the light book everywhere - past the flowers, around the puddles from yesterday's rain - like a demented pinball game.

'Crap' was the word etched into Matt's mind, as he awkwardly chased it around. He briefly wondered if a Turkey Vulture would prove any more adept at capturing it than a human, but just as briefly rejected. With his day's luck, it'd end up creating a scene.

Matt assumes he kept some pride during this venture. This is wrong. 'Poor soul', any passerby must have thought. 'He can't even catch a book.'

The wind was then calm enough to set the book down. It skidded it around the floor some more for some kicks, then left the ragged thing resting by the fountain.

"Ha!" Mathieu grinned. He picked up the book like some prized kill. It'd only gotten ....mildly ruined during the past few minutes, and he managed to capture it without bothering anyone at all!

Until he noticed the girl sitting not five feet away, singing a nice tune about peaches. Matt's mind went into panic mode as he wondered how bad an impression he'd made.

Most people would've awkwardly walked away and forgot that the whole thing even happened. However, Matt, being Matt, felt the need to apologize for the whole ruckus.

"Ah, I'm sorry for the mess," He awkwardly stated. Inside, he cursed that God made him feel the need to overapologize for everything. At least there was a slight chance of good from this - he was meeting someone new, afterall. Then Matt realized 'Hey! I'm meeting someone new!' and adopted a grin on his face. "I didn't mean to distract you, and if there's anything I can do to make it up, I happily will!"

[Mischa Keys]

Mischa wasn't focusing much on her surroundings, rather, she was watching the pretty shapes appear in front of her on the invisible screen, watching the sounds appear and disappear. Even though she had had it all her life, her synesthesia still amused her to no end at times. It was interesting. Splash. Dark blue circle. Then it was gone. Another splash. Another dark blue circle. But look, now that one was gone too.

"Peaches come from a can, they were put there by a man, in a factory downtown. If I had my little way, I'd eat peaches every day, sun soaking bulges, in the shaaaade..."

When Mischa noticed the wind had stopped, she didn't notice the feeling of the wind had stopped. She didn't notice that the absence of cool cool wind had made it warmer. She hadn't noticed the absence of the sound of it, well, not really anyway. She notice that there were no more grey scraggly lines, and instinctively, she looked around. She looked around as if she would be able to see more wind coming, as if she would see something to assure her that the grey scraggly lines would, within a few moments, be back in her vision once again. But she saw no such thing. Instead, she saw a book.

Mischa stared at the book intently, trying to read the title. It was upside down, so she had difficulty reading it, and by the time she got the first few letter, it had moved, she had forgotten, and she had to start all over again. This pattern repeated for some time before she realized that there was a guy chasing the book. She assumed it was his, and that he had been trying to read it when the same wind she had been watching the sound of so intently decided it wanted a copy of its own, and made off with his paperback. A tragic story, really, she thought to herself with a mental giggle.

Ah, I'm sorry for the mess.
His voice tasted odd with the taste of the peach already in her mouth. It wasn't quite sweet, but not bad tasting either. It was a kind, comfortable food. It was... difficult to tell, since whatever the food was was more a texture food than a taste food. She'd have to wait for him to speak again.

I didn't mean to distract you, and if there's anything I can do to make it up, I happily will!
Mischa looked up at him, squinting against the sun, and holding up the hand that wasn't holding a peach to shade her eyes. Now that she noticed, he was pretty cute, in an odd, statue-like way. He reminded her of those naked Greek statues like David, only he was wearing clothes and holding a book and well, moving. "What's your name?" she asked him at last.