Template:Aisling's Thoughts

Aisling Callaghan didn't really have all too many friends, and that was all she'd wanted really; so she sits in silence, wondering what she was doing wrong. Everyone was socialising and a few people drifted over to talk to her, but she didn't meet their eyes and her voice was far quieter than usual. Nobody seemed to notice much, so she just kept her head down and kept wondering, looking at the people when they weren't looking with a tinge of jealousy on her face. Maybe she was overwhelming people? Maybe she just wasn't likable...? At these thoughts, she looked down further.

"Are you okay, Ash-ling?" Quentin's voice made her jump slightly and she blinked back oncoming tears before she looked up at him with a smile and a slight nod, but no words, which just made Quentin's frown deepen a little bit. "Are you sure, Ash-ling? You're very quiet today," he remarked, carefully, and looking at her with a glint of worry in his eyes. She knew he meant well...but could she just say yes? Would that be wounded pride? She nodded again, quickly, before she could decide differently. But still, no words, and that was her mistake.

He sits down next to her and looked her in the eye, and talked with the most seriousness Aisling had ever heard in his voice. "You aren't, Ash-ling," he sighed gently. "You can tell me what's wrong, if you like." Aisling shook her head; she couldn't do such things at a party. He picked up on this and smiled wanly at her. "Let's go for a walk, it might make you feel better." he offered eagerly, and she nods, standing up and looking about her.

"Thanks," she says, as soon as they're outside the room where they were throwing this party. She sits on the stairs, a little way away, and gestures for him to join her. "Here'll do," she mumbles, still quietly, and he takes a seat next to her. A few moments are taken where she just smiles at him. "Are you sure that you want to? I thought you'd prefer to be in there with them than talking to me. You're the only one that seems to waste their time." Aisling runs her hand through her blonde hair carefully, looking down at the wood of the stair. "I don't recommend wasting your time on me."

"I don't think it's a waste of time, mon cherie," he replies, making Aisling smile more and giggle a little. "You know what I say, frown less, smile more!" He beams when he sees Aisling is smiling. "Why do you think I'm wasting my time, anyway? I like to be around you, Aisling. You're..."

"Go ahead," Aisling challenged a little bitterly. "Name me any good qualities I've got," She keeps staring flatly at the stair.

He lifts her chin with a finger, and she doesn't slap it off. "Friendly...fun to be around...supportive...and very pretty." He adds hastily at the end, and Aisling feels the blush rush onto her cheeks.

He grinned at her, "Bien sûr. I said it, didn't I?"

Aisling, by this point, is blushing a very deep red, and looks up at him with a smile on her face, biting her lip a little, and her eyes were sparkling a little, because she's a lot happier than she was before. "So...you don't hate me? For real?"

"No? Why do you ask?" Quentin looks at her as if she were weird.

"Not many people seem to like me these days," she replied.

"That happens sometimes." Quentin nodded, "But... I don't think it's a bad thing to have to start the conversation. And you can always talk to me," Aisling smiled at that. He was a great guy, was Quentin - and she had to ask the question to get it away from her mind.

"The pretty thing...was platonic right...?" she asked uncertainly, itching the back of her neck. She was feeling very awkward about the whole thing.

He tried to figure out what she wanted to hear, and decided honesty was the best route to go. "Yep."

She smiled. "Okay, I just wanted to know," she says. "Are you coming back to the party?"

"Sure. Join me?" Quentin stood up, holding out a hand to help her up.

"Sure."