¤ Cool Autumn Nights - Aubrey + Aziz ¤

[Aubrey Beaumont]

“Aubrey?”

The brunette boy looked up from his place on the couch as his elder sister addressed him. She was dressed and ready to go to work, it seemed, which was odd. He looked to the digital clock across the room atop the entertainment center to check to make sure he was right. Yes—it was only five in the afternoon and already, Amelie was leaving to go the bar. Due to it being so close, she usually never left until about twenty-‘til-six.

He stopped to reconsider, though. This was Friday, a day where Amelie was supposed to have the entire day off.

“Is something wrong?” He asked quietly in response, pushing himself up off of his stomach to sit with his legs folded under him on the couch. His sister only smirked at him.

“Of course nothing is wrong!” She proclaimed happily, turning on her heels to flop back on the couch beside her brother. It was obvious that the boy was confused by his sister’s actions. She was almost an hour early on a day where she didn’t normally have to work anyway for nothing? Amelie stretched casually, a yawn passing through her system before she picked up where she had left off, “I’ve just got to go in about half an hour early tonight. The girl that usually runs my shift on Fridays won’t be there tonight. Just thought you would like to know.”

“Well of course I would,” Aubrey sighed, reaching over to gently shove Amelie right back off the side of the couch. Of course, it wasn’t a forceful push and she ended up sliding off of the cushion and onto the floor rather than falling, “But I’d like to know these things before you leave to go to said extended shift.”

Amelie looked up at her brother and grinned, reaching up to tug him onto the floor with her. He landed with not nearly as much grace as she had and ended up with his back against the carpet, his legs folded over the side of the couch. As annoying as Amelie’s habit of not telling him things until the last minute was, her childishness was amusing. A small, bright laugh escaped him as he picked himself up and stood, straightening out the pair of khaki jeans around his hips and pulling down the dark brown t-shirt again to avoid exposing his stomach any longer than necessary.

“Sorry, bro. I would avoid going in if I could, but I couldn’t talk my way out of it this time. We’re always understaffed lately,” She sighed, standing up as well to straighten out her black tank-top.

“This is the last time I go to the trouble of picking up movies that you want to watch for you,” Aubrey rolled his eyes good-naturedly, “It took three weeks for them to get the right movie in! I even avoided doing anything tonight just so I could sit at home and watch it with you!”

“Since when do you ever have anything planned for a Friday night anyway?” She asked. It was indeed a very good point.

“Never mind! The point is that you should tell me these things before I go to all the trouble to arrange stuff to do,” Aubrey replied, not even addressing her mention of his lack of a social life. Thankfully for him, he didn’t press the matter.

“Look… I’m sorry, alright? We’ll watch it tomorrow, if you promise not to go all wimpy and cry like you did the last time,” She smirked, “Honestly.. You would think a sixteen year old boy would be able to handle a horror movie!”

“It was scary!”

“That’s the point of horror movies,” She further teased, outstretching her arm to ruffle the boy’s curly brown hair before turning to the door, “I’ll be back at about two-thirty. Don’t wait up for me, ‘cause you’re always like a damn zombie when you don’t get any sleep.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that,” He sighed, feebly waving a goodbye to his sister, “See you then.”

About fifteen minutes passed after Amelie departed before Aubrey leaned back against the couch cushioned and sighed loudly. There… just wasn’t anything to do. Usually, he spent Fridays either with his sister watching movies or at the library. But, the library wasn’t open now and his sister was at work. So, out of desperation, he stood and walked to the door, slipping on his beige sandals before exiting the apartment. After the lock snapped shut behind him, he descended the two sets of stairs before arriving at the sidewalk.

“Well, if there’s nothing to do inside, I could always head to the park,” He thought, heading off in the direction of said establishment. The park wasn’t anything grand or fancy, but just a little place with a few trees and swings and play sets mostly intended for the younger children. But he had gotten some of his greatest story ideas from sitting around at the park. In fact, even besides providing inspiration, the park had many fond memories tied to it in the brunette’s memory.

Five minutes of casual walking brought him to the little section of the city he had been aiming for. Thankfully, a quick look around told him that the children had abandoned it for the day. A small smile found it’s way onto his full lips as he strolled inside, making his way to his usual spot on the swing set. Once he’d sat down, he just barely pushed himself into motion with his feet, swaying forwards and backwards just a bit as he stared off into space, lost in thought.

(( Sorry for the length. ;;

.. Someone? Anyone? ;; /lonely

Edit: Still lonely. xD; Someone just.. join in.. please?))

[Aziz]

"Wendy, are you sure that I'm in France?" the red headed youth asked as he pushed a strand of hair from his eyes. "This doesn't look like anything mother or father spoke about."

The screen in front of him blinked on and a small teenager with red hair in pigtails appeared on the screen. He sighed and rolled his eyes before shaking his head. "No, I'm not sure if we are in France or not. You forgot to update my systems to include data on Earth, remember? I'm pretty sure we're in the right place though...I think. Um, just keep looking around! Ask a native, Az!" the boy exclaimed before he blinked out again, almost nervously.

The other boy, Az, frowned before placing the portable computer Wendy had appeared on back into his pocket and looked around the park he was standing in. It...didn't look very much like the pictures of Europe he had grown familiar with over the years, but perhaps that was because most of the pictures were from inside the city. He wandered around the wooded area a few more minutes, looking for a Human.

It seemed no one else was out though. The half-breed was about to ask Wendy to scan the area for any life when he heard a slightly abnormal sound. It was the sound of metal scrapping against metal...Like chains or perhaps something else. "It seems I've found some life," Aziz muttered to him said with a small grin before making his way towards the sound.

The sound, he saw when he got closer, was coming from a young man on some type of odd contraption. The contraption...He couldn't explain that. It looked as if two chains were holdinbg a piece of leather or something similar to a bar...But the boy, on the other hand...Well, he could understand that a bit better. The teen looked absolutely adorable. He almost didn't want to distrub him, but he had to.

"Excuse me," the young man said, adjusting his clothes to make himself look rested wrinkled from the ship ride over. "Could you tell me perhaps where we are? I seem to be lost...I'm looking for the Louvre. Is it near here?"

((It looks so short compared to yours...But here you go!))

[Aubrey Beaumont]

Not long after he had arrived at the small park, Aubrey had completely zoned out as he usually did. He still gently pushed himself in the swing a bit to gently sway back and forth, staring off into the distance as he lost himself in thought. That was usually how such trips to the park were spent. If he wasn't in anyone's company, it was easy to just stare off into the distance and think about things. Whether it was considering the plot for something he wanted to write or trying to find inspiration to draw something else, the brunette managed to lose himself in the thoughts each and every time until someone either talked to him or he just ran out of things to think about. Most often, it seemed that the latter caused his retreats back to home, but today, the first had happened.

At first, Aubrey almost considered the question a joke. The Louvre? Here? It was a laughable notion. But then again, the other male had said he was lost. But, that was so obvious that it hadn't even needed to be said aloud. As polite as he usually was around strangers, he couldn't help but to laugh quietly.

"You're not even remotely close to the Louvre," Aubrey stated after he managed to stop laughing, "It's really far away--another continent away, to be exact."

The younger boy was still amazed that he could even remember what the Louvre was. As much of an art fanatic as he was, he wasn't very interested in going through museums and the like. He wouldn't have recognized the name, had he not taken an art class or two in school. It would have been even more strange for him to not be very familiar with the name of the museum seeing as he had lived in Paris, though he had his excuse. He had been young whenever he had lived there. In fact, he couldn't even remember what it was like at all, which bothered him when people pestered him relentlessly to describe 'such a romantic city' to them.

"Right now, you're in New York City," Aubrey clarified, pulling himself out of the swingset. He tugged at the hems of his brown hoodie that he had put on shortly before he left the apartment, "The Louvre's in Paris, France. I think the term 'lost' is an understatement--a really, really big one."

[Aziz]

"...New York?"

Now that, Aziz knew was very far and very not Paris. If he remembered right from most of his books, it was a state on the Eastern side of America. It took him a moment to draw up a few maps up in his head, but when he did, he sighed.

"Thank you," he replied wearily. "I told Wendy that we should have gone left when passing that island. Anyways, New York...That contains the Metropolitian Muesum of Art, right? Could you direct me to that museum at least?"

Though it really hadn't been a part of his original plans, that museum was really stunning. Az had some replicas of the more famous art works inside of its halls and to see the work live would be amazing. To him, art galleries were a way of paying homage to the movers and the shakers of the creative scene...And the inspiration! Just seeing so many thoughts from so many different people from so many different times put in one area...Amazing.

"I'd really appreciate it."

[Aubrey Beaumont]

"That I can do," Aubrey replied, smiling. He didn't question the other's statement about this 'Wendy' person or whatnot, deciding that some things were just better not to ask. He turned on his heels and started out of the park, motioning for the older male to follow him. Thankfully enough, they were too far.

"So, what's your name?" The brunette asked quietly, stowing his hands away into the pocket of hoodie as he walked. If he was going to show this person around, he at least wanted to know the other's name. Guiding someone around and calling them 'Hey, you!' just wasn't going to cut it. That, and it seemed awfully rude to do such. Rudeness was absolutely forbidden in Aubrey's personality--well, most of the time it was.

A few more steps brought him to the path winding through the park, stopping momentarily to try and remember where he'd seen the museum. He had been there a few times--once or twice on school trips and maybe two times or more on his own out of utter boredom. Now was one of those utterly boring times, though, where he had nothing to do but sit around and wait for inspiration to hit. Inspiration didn't seem to be willing to show itself to the young teen that day, though. So, the thought of perusing through an art museum seemed vaguely interesting for the moment.

"Oh and, if you wouldn't mind me asking, how do you managed to get lost in America when you're looking for a world-famous museum in France? I could kinda understand, sort of, if they were on the same landmass and all, but they're kind of far apart, don't you think?" Aubrey couldn't help but laugh again, shrugging, "It was all a joke, wasn't it? You seriously can't get that lost..."

[Aziz]

Aziz nervously brushed a hand through his hair and smiled. "Well...I have a private, um..." He stopped for a moment to think of the name of it. What was it humans called their ships...? Oh, that's right. "A private plane and it seems that my navigational system was off. He - it...hasn't been updated for awhile, so...Yeah. I got...very...lost." he said, trailing off. He had studied a lot about Earth before he had come, but never realized how hard it was to really stay incognito.

"As for my name, I am Aziz Queton." The redhead tapped his cheek thoughtfully, following closely behind the other boy. "And what's your name?" he asked, trying not to watch the Human's butt too closely, but...Mmm. The brunette was cute!

The hybrid shook his head and sighed. He shouldn't be thinking that, especially since he would have to leave soon and actually go to Europe. Speaking of...Az realized he should probably by a world Atlas or something...BUt that could wait. Right now he had a museum to go to.

(I hate how with time, posts seem to grow shorter...>< I'll try to keep it at least three paragraphs though.)

[Aubrey Beaumont]

"A private plane, huh? Well... Er.. I still don't see how you could get that lost, but I'll stop pestering you about it," Aubrey gave a short laugh, slightly amazed that this person wasn't joking around. He really had been meaning to go to Paris and had ended up here, in New York, asking him for directions. Sure, he had gotten pretty severely lost before himself. In fact, he had once meant to board a subway train to another part of town and had instead ended up halfway across the state, much to his dismay. But, that was only half a state away, not a whole continent... This person was strange, in an interesting sort of way.

"Aubrey Beaumont," The boy replied when he was asked for his name, pausing before adding in, "And yes, I am really a boy. You would not believe how many people apologize to me when I introduce myself and tell me 'Oh! I'm so sorry! I thought you were a guy!'."

Despite the slightly bitter tone of his voice, he managed to give a small laugh. As annoying as the occurance was, it had always been hilarious to watch people's faces when he confirmed that he really was a guy. Of course, they had knew he was male when they'd met him--most of them, at least--but everyone had their irrational suspicions that he wasn't, it seemed. Fate was cruel, in a way. He could've survived through life with a girly name--like the poor, very male 'Shelby's and 'Ashley's. But, not only did he possess a girl's name, he had turned out to look feminine as well. Very, very cruel.

"So, anyway, you're going to visit the Museum? I haven't been there in a while and I don't have anything to do. Mind if I come, too?" He asked, unable to help himself as he continued, "You know, wouldn't want you to get lost or anything."

(( No problem. ^^ But talking about being lost in NYC reminds me of the vacation I took there this past April with the highschool marching band. One of the three charter bus drivers we had kept getting himself terribly lost.. Good times, really. XD; ))

[Aziz]

"No, no, of course not. I would welcome your company, actually," Aziz said, smiling. "I would hate to get lost again...But then again, inside any place of art, I probably wouldn't mind." Okay, so his directional sense was...off, but when it came down to it, being lost could have its advantages. Sometimes, he could find the most extraordinary things when he wasn't looking for them...Like this kid. So far, the Human was turning out to be rather interesting.

The redhead turned slightly to the other and looked him over several times before frowning. "So...What else would you be but a guy?" he asked in confusion. "I mean, why would someone think you were otherwise...? You look...very male to me." Az smiled slyly and winked at Aubrey before turning back to watch where he was walking.

He started to say something else, but stopped short. He had to remember that not all people on Earth were male, nor were all of the males attrced to other males. Weird, yes, but true...According to his parents anyways. Most books didn't cover that kind of thing. "Um...Sorry. My mouth sometimes has a habit of moving before my brain approves..."

[Aubrey Beaumont]

Aziz was a very interesting person indeed... Aubrey looked just as confused as the other had when he asked what else he could possibly be but a boy. Not only could he get himself incredibly lost, but now he almost sounded like he was trying to hit on him, what with the comment, cunning smile, and the wink. He couldn't help but smile, about ready to laugh again when the other apologized.

"Don't worry about it. That's really the first time anyone has ever said that I really do look like a guy," Aubrey shrugged, "Even my sister introduces me to her friends as her 'little sister' sometimes."

That was truly a habit of Amelie's that Aubrey hated. Sure, he knew she only did it because she knew it made the teen boy quite angry, but it was still annoying to have to go through it. Amelie's friends were the 'quiet and polite' type, either. Most were either people she worked with or patrons of the bar she worked at. So, they were laugh and obnoxious most of the time and always found it hilarious when Aubrey had to correct his sister and say he was far from female.

"Thanks, though," Aubrey added, smiling, "I like you. You're one of the very, very few people that have ever said anything like that to me and I love it when that happens."

[Aziz]

"You're welcome," Aziz said as they rounded a corner. "I like you too. Not annoying or savage or...anything like that. I don't see why people don't say stuff like that to you more often. You're nice."

He flicked a strand of orange from his eyes and smiled as he saw a large building a head of them that looked very much like the one in some of his art books. "Is that it? The Muesum?" he asked. "I've read about it, you know. And...I mean, I don't see why anyone would say you look like a girl. The women who are in the pictures all have...Oh, what is it..." He trailed off, mumbling. Did those books ever mention what those funny lumps on the women were?

"Um...You don't have...have..." The hybrid sighed and just motioned at his chest, trying to gesticulate what he was saying. "Anyways, from what I've seen of the girls in books, they all look...different."

[Aubrey Beaumont]

"I get what you mean and yes, this is it," Aubrey said at length, not sure whether to give the other male an odd stare or to laugh... again. Oh, how had he managed to come upon such a strange, yet amusing, person? Honestly, he thought that the day would play out like his regular slow days--he'd go somewhere boring, sit around for a while, and then go back home to turn in for the night. But now, he was going to an art museum with a directionally challenged stranger. It was interesting how fast a boring, dull day could take a turn for the best.

"So, anyway, where are you from?" Aubrey asked the other, trying to make small talk as they approached the building. To the younger boy, it was just a simple question. But, of course, he didn't know that the other was from another planet entirely, much less that he wasn't quite human, "I'm from here, but I was born in Paris, France, ironically enough. Though, it's not like I remember ever living there."

He shrugged a shoulder unenthusiatically. He did remember a few things from the few years he'd lived in the famous city, like seeing the Eiffel Tower and seeing the Louvre once or twice, which was, again, ironic considering the situation. But, they were all broken memories that held no real significance behind them. It wasn't like he missed living there or anything. In all truth, he loved where he was at present. He'd been given the choice to go back before and he had stayed.

[Aziz]

"I come from...far away," Aziz said after several moments. He couldn't think of what else to say besides that. It was the understatement of the century for sure...Ten times moreso than France from America. At least those two were on the same planet and if Aubrey thought it was odd that there was so much of a distance between those two, what would the Human say if the redhead told him that he was from Sensaforia - a whole other planet.

"...Far, far away...Um...Antartica, actually?" That was a place far way from both Paris and New York...At least, he thought so. Oh, well. Too late to take it back now. Antartica would have to do. Perhaps he should look up facts about that place along with an atlas. "But enough about that. It's not to interesting."

The alien shuffled his feet against the ground, slightly pondering what to say next. "Um...How about you tell me a little bit more about yourself." He chuckled lightly. "I don't make much sense when I speak it seems, but I like to hear you talk. You have a rather pleasant voice.

[Aubrey Beaumont]

The curly-haired teen didn't even bother to comment on Aziz's supposed home. Antarctica? Well, that sounded near impossible, but it seemed obvious that the other was trying to hide where he was from for whatever reason. If he really didn't want Aubrey to know that badly, the boy wouldn't have been offended if Aziz had straight-out told him that it was a secret. But, still, it was amusing, trying to watch the other lie about where he was from. The subject was changed quickly though, leaving a slightly puzzled expression on Aubrey's face when he was prompted to tell the other about himself.

"Aw, do I have to? Well, alright then... Er, I'm sixteen and my birthday is on September ninth... I like to draw, write, read, and other stuff like that. I don't like poetry, though. I hate it. I live with my older sister. I love coffee, but onyl if it has a lot of sugar in it," Aubrey listed off random things about himself, not sure what else to say, if anything. He had always been bad at these types of things, so he'd just decided to list off any random thing that came to mind. It had worked in the past, at least. He shrugged one of his shoulders, "What about you?"

For now, he disregarded the comment the other had made about his voice. For one, he wasn't sure exactly what the other meant in mentioning it. Secondly, he wasn't sure if he would be able to keep himself from laughing if he had asked what he'd meant by it. In a way, the older teen was just adorable. Thusfar, he didn't seem like a very good liar with a crummy sense of direction to boot. Very, very interesting, indeed.

[Aziz]

Aziz blinked thoughtfully. "Well...I'm 19 and my birthday is December 9th. I'm into music and art because my parents are rather well-known in those fields and they got me started early in life. My favourite band is Lost Luggage which is my father's band. I don't like sweet food, I now have a place of my own, and this trip to this pla...place was paid for by my family as a homewarming gift," he said, trying to replace all of Aubrey's answers with his own.

There were some other things he would have liked to have mentioned too, but...Well, that wasn't exactly safe to talk about. They walked up the stairs to the museum and the hybrid grinned.

"Hey! We're here! Let's go inside. Wait, do we have to pay or is it free? I don't have any money on me," he exclaimed. "At least...Not American money."

[Aubrey Beaumont]

“We have to pay, but it isn’t much. I’ll buy your way in, so don’t worry about it. It’s not like I’ve got better things to spend my money on anyway,” Aubrey smiled, reaching into his pocket to pull out a tiny wallet that had definitely seen it’s fair share of better days. He pulled out two twenty dollar bills before replacing the little piece of worn leather back into his pocket. He was actually glad that he had remembered to bring money with him. Usually on such outings, the boy just left everything back at home.

He turned again and proceeded to the booth selling the tickets. Being that it was fairly late into the evening, there was only but a single person ahead of him in line. Once said person had taken their ticket, Aubrey stepped forward and placed the two bills on the counter.

“Two, please,” He requested politel. The woman behind the counter nodded, took the money, and soon handed the curly-haired teen two pieces of paper with a customary ‘Thank you, and have a nice visit’. Aubrey turned on his heel, holding out one of the tickets to the older boy with a smile, “Here you are.”