Bought the Farm, ic; adelaide ll iso; skye

a d e l a i d e d e s o n

So.
She got a deal with the mayor.
His name is Gill - she'd just found that out. He's actually pretty young.
She couldn't believe she was actually doing this mystery man a favor. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got - with both him and herself. Her stern green eyes were livid with color. Of course, they kind of always were.
She stood in front of the farm, arms crossed, back straight, with a poise that Adelaide held in most any situation. She took the time to quickly put her hair up in a messy ponytail, since she really couldn't take much more of this heat.
Goddess, she hated summer.
"Where is that damn guy? She questioned aloud. She shifted her feet on the porch where she stood. The wood made a funny, creaky noise. How sturdy was this thing?
She let out a sigh.
Her brain was screaming at her. Why are you doing this? As soon as he gets here, you leave!!

The farm was just about as beat up as the one they'd come across before - if not more. Her heels still sunk into the dirt, and it still smelled awful. Farm life certainly wasn't for the city-raised Adelaide. She didn't even have a pair of sneakers or working boots. She grew tomatoes in her apartment sometimes, but they were never very good.
She wanted to write to her sister Naryah and tell her what she got herself into. She'd sure get a kick out of it.

26th of Summer; 7 p.m. Summer time, summer time! With the additional light provided by the sun, Skye had done his best to actually fulfill his end of the self-imposed bargain - cleaning up the house. There was something almost refreshing about this thing, all in all. Maybe it was the fact that he'd never done it before in his life. But, when he found the white apron (for a female, sure, and it looked just as cute on him as it would any girl, if he did say so himself!) and the cleaning supplies, he'd done his best to put all those icky thoughts behind him to instead focus on doing his best. Maybe his elbows did have some grease after all. Housework might just be one of the things he could do without growing too tired of. It was the voice from outside that had him hopping up and bounding out of the kitchen into the living room, and out the front door - apron on and cleaning rag in hand. The silver-haired youth grinned the second he saw his golden girl, bouncing down the steps carefully. "There's two bedrooms in this house - can you believe it? We lucked out! ... Well. Technically one is in the living room, but a person had a bed down there for some reason. You can have the upstairs all for yourself, little girl." Skye hummed a bit before he continued quickly, "It's all cleaned already. I did my best!"

Before she knew it, there in front of her stood the silver haired man.
Wearing an apron.
And holding a cleaning rag.
And basically all around looking like a sweet, charming housewife.
Good Goddess.
Her eyes went from surprised to frustrated.

"Okay, look," she huffed, "we've got to set some things straight. One; my name is Adelaide. I'd really prefer that you call me -Adelaide-. Second; I'd really appreciate it if you would tell me YOUR name, Mr. Fashionista. Thirdly; I am not living here with you. I talked to the mayor and got you the stupid farm. I'm done, okay?
She gave him a glare after she was done her little speech. Yes, this was a speech for Adelaide, since she didn't really say much. Ever.

Though, she was kind of flattered that he was going to let her have the upstairs room to herself... And it seemed like he did a good job at cleaning, from what she could tell... And it would be cheaper to live here than at the inn...
Hm. Maybe she shouldn't have said all that?

26th of Summer; 7 p.m. Wait, what? She wasn't going to stay after he poured all his heart and soul into getting the room cleared up for her? ... Oh! Of course. It wasn't furnished properly. That wouldn't take much doing, but but but getting her to fully agree came first. Come on, he could do it! He wasn't good at his job for nothing! "I never gave you my name, little girl?" That, however, wouldn't be changing. She was just too adorable to call her real name. Little girl fit her perfectly, yes it did. "Skye. Skye Soleil, at your service." Setting down the cloth, the silver-haired youth tapped his index finger to his cheek. "Are you suuure you don't want to stay here? I'll be able to house the house more then just clean - if you give me a day. How about this? Sleep on it tonight~ In the morning, come back and give me your answer then. At least do that much, oh please with sugar on top?"

Hmph. This man was hopeless. He simply refused to call her by her name! She really did hate the term "little." She hated feeling little - hence the high heels. They gave her a 2 inch boost, still leaving her as a "little girl."
She pursed her lips. The words were too painful to speak, but she somehow managed to get them out in the open. "Alright," she winced. Her arms were folded tightly at her chest. This was so demeaning! How could she stay here with such a frilly guy! He reminded her of those male models you'd see in the magazines; very good-looking, but oh so feminine.
Well, it was a free place to live.
She flashed her green eyes away quickly, then looked back at him.
"Do you even know anything about running a farm?"

26th of Summer; 7 p.m. "Do you even know anything about running a farm?" "Not a clue~!" That wouldn't stop him. No, no it wouldn't. With a rue grin, he turned back to the house once again and closed the door between him. In the very least, he had twelve hours - unless she was insane and woke up before seven a.m., which then he had less. Twelve hours. Time to bust his ass.