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For a moment, Mark's eyes were on Koree. It was interesting to watch her when she was thinking - you'd be surprised by the expressions that crossed her face - and she didn't even realize it. He grinned widely, resisting the urge to laugh. He loved his intern - she was the best! He wouldn't even trade her for Curtis. They just matched up so perfectly - and she knew how to handle him at his craziest moments. It had to be her patience, and the fact that she was constantly calling him adorable. It made him feel kind of childish - but then again, maybe if he didn't act like a six year old, he wouldn't be treated like one. For a moment he pondered this, though he didn't let it dampen his mood this time. He sometimes tried to guess what she was thinking - both by what she said, and what her expression looked like. He also tried to predict what she was about to say. More often than not, he guessed wrong - but the closer he got to her, the better he became at it. He didn't think he would ever get to know her well enough to guess everything though.

Then again, that would be boring - and that was one thing Koree wasn't. He was about to be surprised, however. He couldn't think of what to say. She thought it was for Rose! He did note her advice though, and planned to follow through. At least she loved it! He could tell that by the way she looked at it. He smiled happily to himself, even if she did think it was for Rose. Ah, but her next words made him pause. She wanted to go to the store with Curtis. That meant he would be left under someone else's care. But he didn't want to be observed like an animal! If he was lucky, he might get one of the nice interns... But then again, which would be free to take him? Which would probably result with him being stuck with the b***h. "Koreeee." He said, frowning. "I don't want to stay here without you. They don't like me!" Had he actually been six, he would have burst into tears. Now, however, he merely stared past Koree for a moment to get a grip of things.

Why did he always act so childish? He mentally scolded himself, though he felt lighter at the mention of picking up Rose's present. So that left getting to talk to Curtis alone, so he could pick up Koree's. "Get her something she'll like!" He beamed. "Your a girl, right? So you know what she wants!" Mark was quite proud of himself, and soon was setting off at a run to the kitchen. He didn't want to be an over popped pimple! Especially if that pimple happened to be on a behind! Laughter bubbled from his lips, as he entered, glancing back to see how much he had won by. His attention was soon distracted at what he saw though. It seemed like Lawrence had just been stopped, right before he got his beloved fire started - then there was Rose, who looked kind of... sick. He also noticed she didn't finish her food... but that was probably due to all the people in the room. He felt bad - he wished she would just get to eat a good meal for once. All she ever ate was light stuff. He didn't quite understand her condition, but it scared him.

Mark just couldn't understand why someone would refuse to eat, no matter what their reason. Was it for body image? Because it sure wasn't for health. She looked like all skin and bones - and she was on the verge of actually looking like a skeleton. That wasn't too attractive in his eyes... She'd look so much better with fuller cheeks, and a stomach which didn't seem to sink in inwardly. It almost made him want to be sick. No, she wasn't ugly! She just looked so frail... So weak... He hated it. He hated seeing her like that. He had never taken it so hard before. Maybe it was because of the holiday, and all the thinking he had been doing about her. "I think Lawrence is just cold," He nodded suddenly, "and just wants to roast some marsh mellows!" He giggled. "Isn't that right?" They had never particularly got along - but then again, he couldn't remember having too bad of an experience with each other. So he couldn't see a problem. 'Hm. Maybe I'll have something to do while they're gone, after all! Now just to tell Curtie to get the loverly Koree something for me!' He wasn't too worried - Curt would probably assume he'd want to get her something, anyway - so if Mark was lucky, he'd just come to him before he left. Oh, he had an idea! They could meet in the men's room! 'Oh you sly old fox!' For no reason that the others could see, he bursted into loud laughter.

He didn't have to worry - they should know him well enough by now to know that was just normal behavior for him! More often than not, he would figure the joke would be too good not to tell - and so while he was trying to tell it, he'd burst into laughter all over again, usually resulting in an incomplete story. Just by being incapable of finishing it usually made them laugh, though. So his main goal was complete - even if his epic joke went to waste!

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Nichole still thought about his comments - both about Aylin, and the ones to Mr.Kenning. She still disagreed with her best friend being a leach thing. And the conversation with the teacher just made her laugh. She adored how he said what he liked, no matter the consequences. She still wished she could blow off the rumors like he did. She had to admit, though... She did feel a lot better than she had before the period. Once he had replied, she felt foolish about wanting to know a place - she was just eager to get out of there! Once Dash lagged behind, she did pick up her speed though. She couldn't wait to see her best friend. That hug would be nice - even if it was a smudge late. The blond did her best to ignore all the looks she got. She had never been so disliked. It was like she murdered someone. Ah, but she'd be out soon... She just had to last a few more minutes... 'Just a few more minutes... Just a few more...' Nikki jumped as an arm was wrapped around her shoulder. Looking up, she saw no other than the older boy. The insults died on the onlookers lips. Whether it was because they didn't want to start something with Dash, or because they were simply too shocked, she couldn't tell. "Thanks." She nearly whispered, trying not to blush. ...But that was like trying to live without breathing. He was just so cute! "You can walk me anywhere." She smirked, just as he leaned closer. She caught her breath for a moment, before figuring out was happening. Oh. She felt so stupid. "Okay, it's a deal." She nodded anyway. She was getting the upper hand, anyway. Now that she knew he listened - or rather, tried not to listen, she felt too shy to sing anymore anyway. Besides... It meant no more snobby comments, at least.

"Chinese?" Nikki asked, in a voice that clearly asked, 'Are you serious?!' She didn't care for it - at all - but she was hungry, so she'd have to deal with it - oh. "Actually..." She looked away. "You can just, uh, drop me off at home. I don't have any money with me. We can just work on the project over the phone or something." Right... with her. So maybe she wasn't rich - or close to it. Her cheeks were scarlet. If she got home before 3:15 ( that was when she usually got home ), her mom would want to know why, and the questions wouldn't end until she admitted to skipping. Then there would be all kinds of hell, probably resulting in phone and internet privileges being taken away... So no going home, and no going to Chinese. She might as well stay at school... No! She couldn't stay here alone! She'd just... she'd... Okay, she didn't know! She felt saddened for a moment, before she was drug back to the present. Her best friend flew at her, a giggle coming from Nikki as she returned the hug. Before she could say anything, the blond interrupted her. "I'm okay - so don't start worrying." She turned to watch Dash leave. "Would he really leave us here?" She said, eyes widening slightly.

"You bet he would!" Aylin laughed lightly, glad to see her best friend was doing alright. "Let's hurry before he does - I already stopped at my locker."

So off they set, at a brisk walk. Damn it. Why did her locker have to be so far away? At last, they reached it. She flung open the door, and grabbed the books she needed for homework, while shoving the ones she didn't need further into the locker. Next stop, Dash's car! Aylin took the lead, since she knew where he had parked - apparently she had forced him to give her a ride to school that morning, which explained why Nikki sat with Jessica rather than her best friend. The two were doing just fine - laughing and talking, almost as though things were normal... Although there was an edge in the air, that kept them from having too much fun. As soon as their feet his the pavement, they felt home free - no more stares, no more dirty looks... The blond looked up to where her bestie was leading them to. She nearly stumbled and fell, which only brought a bright blush to her cheeks. Her brother drove that? Sure, Nikki had always known her friend had money, but she never though they were rich enough to bathe in their money. ...Alright, exaggeration much? But still. It was a really nice car, to say the least. Ah, she had been so distracted by the shiny outside, she hadn't seen the girl on the inside. Her and Dash seemed nice and cozy in the front seat - she and Aylin were obviously supposed to sit in the back. She was really beginning to feel like a tag along - and oh so very poor. She also couldn't quit wondering... Was that his girlfriend? Trying not to make her jealousy obvious, she followed the still chattering Aylin as she slid into car. It took her a moment to notice Nikki's silence, but when she did, she turned to look at her, eyebrow cocked. "You okay?" She smiled her goofy smile that usually cracked the blond up. "Yea, I'm fine." Nikki lied, offering up a false smile. Of course, Lin didn't believe it... But she wasn't going to call her out on it - at least not just yet. Boy... Nichole really was just a whirlwind of emotion today! From one to the next... Maybe she should make sure she's not bipolar! At least then she'd have an excuse.

"So," She began lamely, hoping she sounded normal. "You don't mind dropping me off at my place, do you?" She didn't even want to consider letting either Dash or Aylin pay for her. Lin gave her a dirty look. "Come on! Don't be a party pooper! You know you can't go home." Of course, it was like she had read her mind. "I know." She said, voice getting quieter. "But I don't have any money."

"I'll pay!"

The exact words she had dreaded. "I can't let you pay!" She said determinedly, embarrassed for having to argue over this in front of both Dash and the nameless girl. "But of course you can! We're best friends." Aylin nodded, smiling her way. Nikki merely shook her head. She was even more stubborn than Nichole! There was no way she would win... But she wasn't done trying just yet.



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"I'll be loving you until morning's first light."

The song pulled the blond female, of fifteen years, to consciousness. With it came the urge, which she satisfied, to roll over and look into the face of last night's winner. He was gorgeous, to say the least - but then, what did you expect? This was Chloe. There was no way she'd screw some guy that was ugly as ********. "Wake up," She cooed softly into his ear, a falsely sweet smile on her pink lips. Ugh, how could she resist the urge to ******** him again? He was so hot. His icy blue eyes fluttered open, a smile much more real than hers on his face. Awe, she almost felt bad she had used him - and was still using him. She just had to keep him! See, a thing about this young woman was she collected men like a nerd collected comic books. When she got sick of seeing the same things over and over again, she discarded, and got the next hottest release ( of course, with the occasional favorite she couldn't seem to part with ). What other pleasure would life hold otherwise? Leaning forward, she kissed him with the same passion she had the night before. He returned it just as strongly, and once again, she had to fight off the feeling of wanting to repeat history. Later. That's all she could promise herself now. "Hun," She winked playfully, brushing a hand over his chest, before sitting up, "You'll wait here for me, won't you?" She looked at him with slightly widened eyes, much similar to "puppy dog eyes", though sexier by far in her opinion. But of course, it was all for mere fun. She didn't even need to try - nor persuade that pathetic little heart of his. She had him in the palm of her hands. But, just to be sure, she tilted his chin up with a finger, looking into his eyes. It took only a second, before she was reassured - no one could deny her power - ah, and she loved the feeling of domination. Both physically, and emotionally.

Chloe drew herself from the bed, a long tee falling to her upper thighs. How did she know his eyes would be on her? With a small giggle, she turned to raise a brow at him. Sure enough, he was starring after her, and soon blushed once he realized he had been caught. With that, she turned back around, pushing blond curls from her face. She would need to get down to business - today was the day, after all. Well, "the day" made it sound too important. It was really just another scheme, which hopefully would be a success. As long as the goodie goodie "Elite's" didn't show up, they were good. Otherwise, they're plans would be behind schedule while they kicked some a**. With the roll of her eyes, she pulled the door shut behind her with a soft bang. The bathroom was large and quite luxurious, the scent of something sweet - which she couldn't seem to recall a name for - hung in the air. Heat also filled the room, so she wasn't worried about undressing. In fact, she had already slipped out of her plain white tee, and was now adjusting the water. Once the steam began to rise, she stepped in cautiously, wincing at the sting. In a moment or two, she was used to it, and stepped in all the way. She took her good ol` time washing her hair, body, and then finished up by shaving. Feeling a bit drowsy, but warm and clean, she stepped out and wrapped a fuzzy towel around her torso. Her used-to-be-curls now lay flat over shoulders - which was fine by her. She couldn't stand the same hairstyle for more than two days in a row. Today, she'd pull it up.

Flicking back the wet locks, Chloe stood in front of the mirror. She really didn't feel like taking all the time to do the usual routine, but if she didn't, she wouldn't dare leave her bedroom, and she knew it. She began with drying her hair, then she pulled it up, and straightened/styled her bangs into the wanted look. Next was make up ( this wasn't taking as long as she had expected ). Applying an even layer of eyeliner, she peered at her reflection. Damn, she was looking hot already. A small giggle escaped her parted lips, before she continued to go on and do her mascara. At long last, she finished with some lip gloss and deodorant. Back into her room she went, where she set out for her closet. On her bed, the boy she brought home the night before slept - he was so damn cute! The blond dropped her towel, before pulling on her black and pink outfit. She had just gotten it a few weeks ago, and it was her favorite by far. Spritzing herself with her body spray, she then made way out of the room, door shutting softly behind her, so she didn't wake the sleeping hottie in her bed. But she had every intention to wake everyone else up. "WHERE THE ******** ARE YOU GUYS?!" She yelled, banging on doors as she made her way past. "Meet me in the kitchen, we have s**t to do today." She knew they would come. They always did. She just fit into their little group as the boss, almost as though she had been wired that way. Plus, she usually had good ideas - not the best, but good, which they all helped to improve. Not to mention great leadership, and the ability to keep them all calm and determined. It just all flowed together perfectly.

With a small smirk, she stopped at one of the last doors. "Kase, Love," Chloe cooed, poking her head in. "Get up and make us some breakfast." With a small sound, he immediately woke, and dragged himself out of bed. He had this sort of dorky look, but it was so adorable. She couldn't stand to let him back out in the world. She just loved looking at him. He was hers - all hers - no one else could have him. Feeling rather greedy, she pulled him close, planting a kiss on his lips. He smiled slightly, and blushed, before side by side they walked down the stairs. In the front of the building was the pawn shop, which The Destroyer's ran when they needed the cash; or were just really bored - but the back and the second floor was where they lived. They didn't have too much room - just bedrooms, bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room - but that's all they needed, wasn't it? She thought so. And if it was up to Chloe, she'd be out all day and night partying, anyway. The blond sat herself down into a stool at the long counter, which they referred to as the "bar". She didn't even have to look to know Kase was standing in front of the fridge, about to look at her and ask what she would like for breakfast. "How about... chocolate chip pancakes and bacon for me? You'll have to wait and see what the others want." The boy nodded, on his way to zombie-hood. It was a shame. he had always been so amusing to listen to. He made her laugh - and that's what she liked about him. Er, of course, that would mean nothing if he wasn't so adorable. But somehow he was both. For a moment, she felt regret, though she extinguished it as soon as it came. She would find another just like him.

[ooc]huuuur like this, wiff Chloe's side bangs. & these clothes. kay? kay. x3[/ooc]

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★xxxxxxxxxxxxxxCurtis Micheal Collins

Curtis smiled warmly at Rose, extremely happy he had made that detour earlier that morning and got permission to take the girl out. Ah, but enough thinking about that. While Koree had been talking, he decided then he would give her the bear and jewelry. Maybe... maybe a kiss, too? He could make a whole day out of it! They could get someone to watch their patients - or better yet, set Markie and Rosie up on a date back at the meadows - and the interns could have lunch or dinner together. Maybe a movie. He didn't care, it just seemed nice... The idea made him want to blush, but by distracting himself, he managed to side step it. "You dork," He laughed gently at Koree, sitting at the table with Rose. "I wanted to ask you to go - and Markie, if you could get him out." He glanced at Lawrence ( too late to see what he did to Koree ) - if he wasn't such an a** more than half the time, he'd sneak him out, too. Just then, he watched as she messed around with the ice... What happened? "Something wrong with your wrist?" He raised an eyebrow, before immediately looking at Lawernce. Had the b*****d done something while his back was turned? For a moment, he merely ground his teeth, repressing anger. He was usually really good at repressing his anger - that was his job, really. But now, he was having one hell of a difficult time. "Your ******** right it's none of your business," He snapped, hand closing in a fist. 'Curtis, calm the ******** down!' He couldn't. He.. he had to, though. 'UGH!' That did it. Lawrence closed in on Rose, waving food around in her face. Without thinking, his hand darted out, and with a loud smacking sound, the fruit with flying across the room. "What the ******** is your problem?! Get the ******** out right now, or I'll remove you myself." In recent years, he had never gotten this mad - and never had he even come close since he had been at The Meadows. But now it took everything he had to hold himself back. Who did Lawrence think he was? He had no right to come in there, and harass everyone just to see them squirm. He was ******** up - and it wasn't just his obsession over fire that put him there - at least not as Curtis saw it.

No. Anyone who ******** with other people for a hobby needed his brain examined or some s**t. Better yet, why didn't they allow Curtis to fix it himself? A dead man couldn't be crazy, after all. What was wrong with him? Why had he been so much more in control when Lawrence had been harassing Koree? Why when it was Rose, he wanted to murder the guy? Did it mean anything? No - it had to be just because he wasn't sure what happened to Koree. She could have hurt it earlier, for all he knew. Yea. And Rosie was his patient. So he felt more like he needed to protect her, and keep her safe. That had to be it, right? Oh, why did it matter? The brunette was drawn back to the present just in time to see Rose punch Lawrence. Exactly what he wished he could have done himself. Ah, his little Rosebud! He was proud of her - that was obvious, due to the smile that replaced his glare. With that, he stepped between the two, smirking. If he wanted to hit Rose back, he'd only meet Curtis - and if a punch even brushed him, he had the excuse of self defense. 'Punch me, c'mon. Do it. Please.' He was dying to get his own punch in. The small smack hadn't been even close to satisfying. Ah. The anger disappeared. What would happen to Lawrence if he never got his anger under control, or the need to light anything and everything on fire? He'd be trampled in the real world. He wouldn't be able to get a decent job - he'd have to be babysat, so they could be sure the building wasn't burnt down while he was alone. The police would be tired of getting complaints about him and whose house was now ashes, or who he punched in the face because he was bored this time. He'd have to stay at The Meadows.

He couldn't make it anywhere else. The medical intern took a step back. Growing up, he had never been pressured as so many had. He had parents who accepted him no matter what, and when he failed, they simply picked him back up again and told him to try again. What if Lawrence's parents were the kind that had insults, telling him how worthless he was, how useless... He couldn't even get a job... This was what had drove him to be in this profession, and here he was ******** up! You always had to remember to keep your cool, no matter how hard it was... 'Ah.' This wouldn't be acceptable once he got a job! He had to calm down - he had to be more like Koree. Somehow, she always managed to keep her cool. At least, he never saw her lose it before. Too bad the people in the room could no longer say the same about him. He blushed, feeling silly. Lawrence was just ******** around like he always did... Curtis knew he needed to get used to it, especially since the upcoming holiday meant a lot of group activities. They'd be seeing a lot more of each other. Well, he didn't care much, considering he'd still be with Rosie, and wouldn't have to hand her off to anyone else. She was his patient. He knew how to get her to eat. His. His. His. The intern was taken aback by his own reaction, once again. Why was he so protective over her? And what was the ping of jealousy when she flirted with anyone else but him, even if he knew he was her only real crush? Nothing. It was nothing.

xxxI believe that imagination is strongeя than knowledge;
That myth is more potent than history;
xxxxxxThat dreams are more powerful than ƒαcтs;
xxThat h o p e always triumphs oveя experience;
That laughteя is the only cure foя grief;
xxxxxx&& I believe that love is strongeя than death.

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On top of a heap of blankets, with messy hair falling in his face, lay Blaze. It was a wonder he even kept them on his bed - he never got cold, so he really had no use for a blanket. It was more of a comfort sort of thing. He had always slept with at least a light sheet. It was the only way he could manage to fall asleep; even if he ended up kicking it off shortly after he drifted off. At this moment, however, his warm slumber would be taken as a slim body, from his view, attacked him. "Noooo. Go away, go away. It's too early to kick a**." It all came out in a slurred sort of mumble - it would be a miracle if anyone would make out the words. Eyes stinging from lack of sleep, he peered to see no other than his girlfriend. With a soft sigh, he merely pressed his lips to hers, with no other response, and soon drifted back to sleep. When he would decide to wake up, it would be unlikely he remembered saying or doing any of those things. Later, he woke up to find, once again, his lovely girlfriend. He wished he could sleep longer, but the distressed look on her face was enough to get himself to stay awake. "What's wrong, Love?" He said with a long yawn, before shifting his position to prevent falling back asleep. She immediately began to explain, and he had an idea she probably had her nightmare yet again. He wished she would have woke him - even if it meant a moment of grouchiness before he realized what was wrong.

The dark haired male sat across from Marina, head titled to the side as he thought for a moment. "It's alright, we'll beat them there." Blaze smiled confidently, wanting to reassure her. He had every intention of doing anything to save innocent lives. He had killed far too many when he had been a tool of the governments - now he would save lives. Now what did she mean when she said "destroy"? He doubted they would be going around with baseball bats, so it was most likely they were going to use fire. How stupid could you get? The Elite's had both someone who could control ice and water, and someone who could do the same for fire. He was willing to walk into the building and leave them to safety - or even work with the dear ice princess to put it out. None of it would be too hard, as long as they got there early enough. Yea. She was right - they did need to get everyone up and moving. The flicker of long hair signaled Marina's exit, as she went to dress and wake the others. That meant he had to dress too - but he hadn't showered yet today... Well, he wouldn't take that long! Flickering his gaze to the bathroom door ( his own bathroom had a problem with hot water - so he only used it every other day ), he soon made a dash across the hall, unseen. Feeling very much like a ninja, he stripped off his boxers, and dived into the tub for his quick shower.

It was a process of turning the hot tap, and beginning his usual routine. Hair, body, done. It was a quick process, and within minutes he had finished. He wasn't one to dilly dally with something so simple - especially when lives were in danger. Alright, that was a bit dramatic. But still. The boy of fifteen years stepped out, not bothering to dry off. Instead, he merely tossed his boxers into the laundry basket. He stood still, bathroom tile beneath his feet, as a flicker of flame licked his body, the water disappearing with a sizzle. With that, he grabbed the light blue towel, and wrapped it around his waist. Blaze stopped in front of the mirror to do a quick brushing of his teeth, and to run his fingers through his hair - his form of "brushing". He didn't care who saw - he wasn't one to be self conscious. He exited the bathroom as though he had nothing to be ashamed of - and really, he didn't. Marina, however, was leaning on the wall, obviously expecting him to exit from his bedroom. With a small laugh, he looked at her with something like a flirtatious smile on his lips. "You know you want this," He said, stepping towards her. He sounded cocky - but that would be off mark. He was just one to tease whenever he was given the chance. "You'll have to wait a minute though..." He looked as though he was letting her down, before his acting skills failed him, and a grin cracked across his face.

Once inside his room, he grabbed the day's outfit, which was a pair of his slightly baggy jeans, and one of his favorite shirts. He was still pulling the yellow top over his head as he walked out the door to meet with Marina. Without thinking, he automatically took her hand and squeezed it gently, leading the way down the steps. "Something smells good." He smiled warmly over at her. There really was no one else he'd rather be with - but he'd safe the gooey stuff for later. Sure enough, as he entered the kitchen, he saw one of his fellow teammates cooking - Adrian - and yet another - Marlee - ripening the strawberries. We loved how well they all bonded and got along - it really came in handy when they had to work together. Releasing himself from his current hand held position, he instead started to set the table. "Marina has something to say." He announced suddenly, looking towards the brunette. She was much like the leader of the group, though they all knew they would be nothing without each other. That's what made them so much more stronger compared to The Destroyer's. While the other team was more brutal and savage, they had a lot of dislike amongst themselves, and none of them seemed to have very strong bonds. Well, at least none that he noticed. He didn't stand around seeing how they acted together. No, he was more concerned about saving innocent lives. Blaze shook his head to clear it, and turned back to Adrian. "What's on the menu?" He smiled.

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нєяє ¢σмєѕ αησтнєя ƒιgнт
✖✖✖вєαтιηg мє ∂σωη ωιтн тнє ѕαмє ¢σηνєяѕαтιση
✖✖ησ ∂ση'т ѕαу уσυ ℓσνє мє тσηιgнт

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So maybe he was an early bird and a night owl, at the same time. Wait, was that humanly possible? Obviously it was. Somehow, Noah ran off of a small number of hours all week, and crashed on the weekends. It seemed impossible that he could be so hyper, even if he did sleep away his Saturday's and Sunday's. `Course you gotta put in his sugar consumption into the equation. Ah, there we go. It all makes much more sense now! Let's get back to the brunette. At the moment, he was sprawled across his bedroom floor, controller in his hands, eyes locked on the television screen. He hadn't slept at all, not even a wink. You could blame his parents for that one - they had just bought him a new game. His tongue stuck out from the side of his mouth, as he bit it, trying to beat a particularly hard part in the game. Once he had completed his task, his tense shoulders relaxed slightly. 'Ah, that's better. Almost finished..!' It was a welcome thought. His body ached from being in the same position he had been in for most of the night - and to be honest, he really had to pee. Alright, he couldn't hold it any longer. He quickly pressed the 'start' button, which paused the game, and pushed himself up off the floor. He ignored the ache in his shoulders, for he was soon examining imprints on his arms from the carpet - that's when his alarm clock went off. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Boy, that was annoying! He was already up, as he was on most days. In his rush to get over to the clock to shut it off, he managed to kick a can of warm mountain over. "MOTHER FU-" The teen clamped his teeth together. He got all kinds of hell when his parents heard him swear. It was best just to clean the mess and get ready. Oh, but he couldn't mess with spilled soda when he was on the verge of pissing himself! Noah shut off his screeching alarm clock, jumped around the sugary drink which soaked into his carpet, and made a dash for the bathroom.

He relieved himself just in time, embarrassed by his own childishness. But that was so like him, to put things off until the very last moment. 'Whatever. No harm done.' Soon he was under a sprinkle of hot water, washing soapy suds from his brunette hair. Once the last traces washed down the drain, he stood on the bathroom tile, a puddle forming at his feet. Like a dog he shook out his hair, water flying everywhere, and a towel tied at his waist. The teen paused in front of the mirror to brush his teeth, before waddling back across the hall, and into his room, a wet trail behind him. He wasn't concerned, though. Noah may be a slob, but he had a neat-freak of a mother, who practically walked behind him with her cleaning gear. He could picture it in his mind: Garbage bag, brooms, mops, paper towels - you name it - all topped off with a determined look on her face. Now that was classic. Laughing freely, his normal, insane self, he made his way towards his closet. As he had suspected, the mountain dew had been moped up with some paper towels, the evidence in his overflowing trashcan. 'Good thing tonight's garbage night!' See, he did have some chores. Even spoiled little rich kids had to work! He had to take out the trash, and clean his room every Monday. He wasn't completely stuck up and snobby, either. While he was known as the heart breaker at his high school, he didn't do it on purpose. He just didn't know how to take relationships seriously. It was all fun and games to him; everything was. He acted pretty childish more than half the time. Don't get me wrong, he could be sweet when he wanted to be. That's why most girls fell for him. He was insane, goofy, loved to tease, and was a constant flirt. What wasn't there to love? Grinning to himself, he picked out the days outfit. He was still a bit wet from his shower, but he didn't care, and pulled on his clothes, and applied axe shortly after. 'It'll dry.'

The smell of sizzling bacon was enough to lure Noah, still pulling on his shirt, away from his room. His mom was so smart! She knew him almost too well. If there was one thing he loved more than video games, it was food. Otherwise he'd be back on the floor, beating his game; resulting in being late for school, or missing the bus. His father wouldn't like that very much, since his mom would be leaving soon, and his dad left shortly after. If the teen missed the bus, it'd make his dad late for work. Who wanted a bunch of grumpy parents? Shaking his drying hair, he stumbled over their dog, Doodles. "Your lucky I'm feeling gracious." He said, sidestepping and nearly falling - it was either that, or squishing the mutt's brains out. A light chuckle came from his Dad, who was watching from over the top of his news paper, and his Mom turned to see what she missed, the usual gentle smile in place. "You didn't sleep again, did you?" She shook her head at him, though she seemed slightly amused at the same time. "Mommy, dearest, your so smarticle!" He made his way over to her to give her a hug, though his true destination was to peer over her shoulder to see what all she was cooking. She caught on quickly though, and with a laugh, pushed him away. "Oh, you brat!" He already managed to get a glimpse at what she was cooking; he truly did have the best mom in the world! "I love you Mommy!" He grinned widely, taking a seat at the table. Chocolate chip pancakes and bacon. It was his absolute favorite breakfast. His father and mother exchanged smiles, and he raised his brow, before letting it go. Were they scheming something?! He wouldn't doubt it. Before he had too much time to think on it, a hot plate of food was sat before him, along with some syrup. Boy, he really was spoiled - he didn't even have to get his own food. Oh well. "Thanks!" He said greedily, grabbing a fork and digging in. He did need to hurry, though. Time was running out, his bus would be out front in about ten minutes. Good thing Noah was known for his eating skills. He finished in minutes, and stood up. "I need to go get my stuff," He excused himself, dropping his plate in the sink on the way out.

Before the teen got far, his mom grabbed his arm. "Hey! I'm leaving, love you." She planted a kiss on his cheek, and gave him a quick hug, before grabbing her purse. His Dad kissed her on the lips, and out the door she went. His life was good, and he knew it, too. He could probably appreciate it a bit more, though. For a moment he stood in the kitchen, eyes on the door, this realization spinning in his head. 'Oh well...' He thought, and turned, seeing his dad turning back to the paper, coffee cup in hand. 'I have all the time in the world.' Noah took a Mountain Dew, and once again found himself in his room, where he grabbed his algebra book and shoved it into his back pack - he hadn't finished his homework, but he'd worry about that later. Next he shoved his cell into his pocket, iPod in the other, and pulled on his hoodie. He could actually hear the bus coming up the road now. 'Oops!' Jogging down the stairs and to the living room, he paused long enough to pull on his socks and sneakers, and pushed open the door just as the bus halted a little bit down the road. The bus driver saw him; he'd be there by the time the other kids loaded up, anyway. Taking his sweet old time, it was finally his turn to climb up the large steps, and onto the bus. The usual morning chatter could be heard; not nearly as loud as it would be in the afternoon, once everyone woke up. He walked down the small aisle, bag swung over his shoulder, hoodie undone, and electronics sticking out his pockets - every part of him screaming "fun-kid on board!". ...Or that's how he took it, at least. But come on - he did have soda - that had to be cool, right? Grinning at a few of his girl friends as he passed, he finally found his seat in the back beside his best friend. "Can I have some of that?" He asked immediately. "Hell no," The brunette replied with a huge smile, before cracking open the can and chugging half of it. Despite what he had said, he handed over the rest of the can, and instead huddled over his homework. He hadn't even noticed the fact that Abbi existed, nevermind the fact they rode the same bus. Of course that would change, though.

About fifteen minutes later, the bus came to a halt in front of the high school. Noah was tuned out, completing the last math equation on the paper. "Dude!" Nick shoved him. "We're here." Looking up at his best friend, he rolled his eyes. "Don't get your balls up in a bunch." He smirked, before shoving away the algebra book, and climbing into the aisle. Once they were on sidewalk, he got a well earned punch in the shoulder, which he returned, with even more force. "Okay, okay, I give." Nick pretended to wave a white flag, and the teens continued on rough housing on their way to their lockers. They were lucky - they were side by side, oddly enough. At this particular moment, the brunette looked up to see Abbigale enter the art room. "She's hot," He commented. "Has she always gone here?" His friend looked at him, surprised. "You got to be kidding me! She's gone to the same school as us since kindergarten." Noah gave him a blank look. "You jack a**, I'm serious." The blond laughed. "So am I, dude! She's in our homeroom!" He gave his friend one last suspicious glance, before shrugging it off. They had to get to class on time - they wouldn't survive being late one more time, or it'd be three days of detention for sure. Upon entering the class room, they took their usual seats at the back, and engaged in conversation with their usual group of friends. This, as usual, earned them many glares from the teacher. They just had to put him in a bad mood every morning. "It's our jobs as your students!" Noah had told him one time, when confronted. `Course this earned him a Friday Night detention, but he just slept through it anyway, so he could care less. At long last, the teacher called the class to order, which he didn't need to do, since he was soon bumped into by the gorgeous girl from earlier. The whole class watched with wonder, some of them trying not to laugh, while Noah and his gang snickered to themselves. What surprised them, though, was when she took the seat right next to no other than Noah.

He looked over at her, noticing how hurt she looked. He suddenly felt bad for laughing at her. Turning away, he instead whispered a conversation about what time football practice was with Johnathon, the lead quarterback. The conversation was brought to a stop when the teacher hushed them angrily. "Sorry, teach." He shrugged, and tilted his chair back on two legs, yawning with purpose. There was a pulsing at his temple, and it wasn't hard to tell he was trying his best not to scream at the class. Wow, he really would drive the poor guy into early retirement! Whatever. He turned in his seat, to look at the lovely lady sitting beside him. "Don't get upset over him. He's half looney - doesn't got a clue what he's talking about." His voice was matter-of-fact, and low enough so that no one else heard. "Anyway, I'm Noah - and your beautiful, if you don't mind me adding."