Guess what? Beautiful People is back! *dances*
Okay, so let me be completely honest with you … Beautiful Books was fun and all … but I totally missed talking about my characters … or rather from my characters’ perspectives, as I always change the questions so my guys can answer them instead of me. Because I’m boring. But me charries? Not so much.
Before you read on, I have something really cool to share with you … a free ebook!
That’s right! The Lady of the Vineyard is free on Amazon Kindle today. Get it now! You should ’cause it’s a great book. It has people in it. *nods*
And … I wrote a poem! Again!
I know, I should just stop … the world is sinful, sure, but it doesn’t deserve this much torture. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and … um … what else can you do with a poem? I don’t know. Eat it? No wait … that would be weird … especially since you’re presumably reading this on a computer/phone/other electronic device, so you’d be eating, like, plastic and mental and wires and stuff. Or whatever’s in these things …
Three Good Reasons Why February Should Be Banned
First, the month is so dreadfully small
It hardly seems to be there at all
(Unless, of course, it rains or it snows
And then you find there’s no where to go
And then it’s twice as long as most)
I think that this month should roast.
Second, there is a matter of winter
There’s patterns to others, but Feb’s a free-thinker
She chooses her weather (though leaning towards gray
In the darkiest, cloudiest, dingiest way)
You cannot deny that she makes quite a fuss
It’s ridiculous that she’s allowed to do thus!
Third is a matter we all can attend to
We all know that love is occasionally bumped into
At one point of our lives (or another if not)
Flowers and chocolate and romantic thoughts
Well, old Feb knows this, and so she made a day
To honor these feelings in the stupidest way
Well, by now I’ve convinced you it ought to be banned
I think we could do this if the doing’s well-planned
Add a few days onto June and July
Put the rest onto August and then you will find
That old Feb is gone, for better or worse
Oh, dear, here comes another cloudburst!
Isn’t it great? 😛
Now onto the questions!
The Questions (and answers … because I always say “the questions” … and then the answers are here, too … so …)
How and why did you meet?
Adele: First, can we just establish the fact that we’re not actually ‘a couple,’ per se?
Troy: *laughs* All right, so we’re not a couple. That doesn’t mean we weren’t a couple. We have a history together.
Adele: One I’d much rather forget.
Troy: Fine. I remember. I’ll take the questions.
Adele: Oh, no you don’t! We’ll take turns, and I’m going first.
Troy: All right. Go ahead.
Adele: It all started when that heathen of a man was stalking me –
Troy: What? That’s not what happened!
Adele: You keep quiet. It’s my turn. Anyway, he followed me into my flower shop and was practically desperate …
Adele: … so I gave him a date. And that’s how we met.
Troy: I think you’re seeing this through smog-tinted glasses, Della.
Adele: Oh, shut up.
What were your first impressions of each other?
Adele: I thought –
Troy: It’s my turn.
Adele: Oh … well … go ahead.
Troy: I thought she was beautiful. I mean, what first impression can any fellow claim other than that? You can’t tell a lot about a person from a glance. But as I got to know her, I realized … well, I thought there was more to her than that. I’m not sure now.
How would you prove your love for each other?
Adele: Um …
Troy: Should we just … skip this one?
Adele: Yes … let’s …
What would be an ideal date?
Troy: I don’t know. You remember any dates, Della?
Adele: My name isn’t Della, and no, I don’t remember a single one.
Troy: Remember that little restaurant in Paris?
Troy: Ah, you remember.
Adele: I don’t. Let’s go onto the next question …
Troy: *sighs* All right …
Is there something you emphatically disagree on?
Adele: Everything, I think.
Troy: Yes, I think we’d be more hard-pressed to find something we agree on. I can’t think of a single thing.
Adele: Well, we both like to dress well – although you always look like you slept in your clothes, which is a wonder, considering how tidy you are in other areas. We both think the Riviera – and France in general – is beautiful.
Troy: I suppose there is that …
List 5 “food quirks” you know about each other.
Troy: She eats nothing but toast.
Adele: And tea.
Troy: Tea is not technically something you ‘eat.’
Adele: Well, you eat nothing but chocolate!
Troy: That’s not true. I eat everything placed in front of me. I’m just more enthusiastic about chocolate.
Adele: *eye roll*
What’s one thing you know about each other that no one else does?
Adele: His middle name. I’m not even sure Lola [his sister] knows that.
Troy: True. And I know your deepest fear.
Adele: What, pray tell, is my deepest fear?
Troy: Spiders, I’m sure.
Adele: Not even close.
Troy: Oh, right. That’s mine … *shivers*
What’s one thing that you keep a secret from each other?
Troy: Um … I don’t know. What is one thing you keep secret from me, Della?
Adele: My life is an open book. What about you?
Troy: Uh … nothing. Nothing.
Adele: You hesitated.
Troy: I did not hesitate.
Adele: Yes, you did. You hesitated. What is it?
Troy: Nothing … nothing at all …
How would your lives be different without each other?
Adele: Let’s find out.
Troy: *rolls eyes* Already have. It’s a lot simpler, a lot neater, and a lot quieter. *drops mic*
Adele: *picks up mic* Well, mine is a lot … a lot … funner. So there.
Troy: More fun …
Troy: Funner isn’t a word.
Where do they each see this relationship going?
Adele: Down the drain.
Troy: Agreed. Can we go now?
Adele: No, we’re bound to Kellyn for life, remember?
Troy: Oh, right. Oh, the woes of fictional characters … our life forever in the balance …
They’re fun, aren’t they? What? You don’t like them? *glares* *pulls out revolver* Feel like changing your answer?
Okay, okay, I’m joking … I would never shoot you. Probably.