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[tear girl]

XXXXXXXXGenevieve Lauren Maxwell
Girl4

I'm only up when you're not down.
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground.
It's like no matter what I do.
Well you drive me crazy half the time;
the other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true.
And I'm only me when I'm with you.

The knock had caused for Genevieve to look up, and come to see the person she needed. Her hope flourished quickly, and then just as quickly, fell as she remembered the words she had said. Quietly, and without a sound, she watched him, unable to look away from the boy she had so rudely blown up at. The boy she had changed so much for. At the mention of his being an idiot, she bit back the urge to say the words she was thinking 'You, you most certainly are. It was a good thing she succeeded in remaining quiet too, as he moved on to her change in appearance and perhaps even her attitude, given the recent events. Was this the Viva she wanted to be? The girly, prissy one that had to work at her appearance every morning? She did enjoy some of the aspects of 'producing' her look. It felt good to look pretty. And then he said the words that she seemed to be waiting for for most of the day. 'I've figured it out' Still, he had to have added the words I think in front of them, but Sam wasn't stupid. Slow with certain things, and definitely the party kind of guy, yes. But he wasn't out right stupid.

With his line at the end of his spiel, she had to crack a smile. "Needle in a haystack" she corrected light-heartedly. taking a deep breath, she looked down at the mess she was and the question came haunting back. "Is this who I want to be? Yes, I mean, no. I mean... Oh I don't know. I needed to show you that I could be just like all those other girls. That I could be just as pretty as them if I really wanted to be. I wanted you to see...that I'm more than just someone to play video games and go on rampaging car rides with in the middle of the night." With a pause, she glanced up to see if maybe he was following her. "I told you earlier that I'd tell you about who I changed for, and I had this big long list of things to tell you about yourself. Like how you've got this great smile, and this carefree attitude that pulls me in. And the fact that I feel at peace around you, even when things are wrong and complicated. As for putting up with you....well, to be honest, I never had a problem doing it. I wanted to help you, to be there for you. Because I liked you. I still do I've liked you for quite some time now. It was just taking so long to get you to notice that...I had to do something different." The words were finally out, and ironically, it was only after they'd been said that her fight against the tears that once more threatened to spill over was lost and she began to cry once more. More quietly this time, more calmly even. "I'm sorry I got so mad, and that I yelled at you back there...I know I shouldn't have. I was just so frustrated, and so...stressed about the entire thing that it really was the last straw and so I blew up..." her apology came at last, quiet and meek, like a mouse. Finished with what she had to say, she almost wished she hadn't said anything. Waiting for a response seemed worse than having to confess all of her feelings and reasons behind everything.

[XxJessicaelisexX]

What now? Was the question haunting his mind, as her words piled out. Sam felt shocked, to hear her admit to her feelings for him. Sam felt cold, why didn’t he feel anything else? He didn’t know what to say. ‘Say something!’ What had she hoped this would achieve? Had she hoped for instant results? Had she hoped this would open the male who didn’t want a relationship, to want one? This was different, for he didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want to walk away, like his legs wanted him to do. Her words hung in the air, as he finally choked something out. But it had nothing to do with their current affairs. “Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of diamond in the rough.” He said, with that coy smile of his.

He looked down at his feet, as he mulled her words over. Willing his mouth to run on its own, to say the right words. Was he ready for this? No. She had always been his best friend, to know she felt different about him, felt…odd. He didn’t know where to look, as much as he didn’t know what to say. Did he care about her? Of course. He sighed and finally, manned himself up to look into her eyes. To face this like a man. “I can’t believe how oblivious I’ve been to it all, how I didn’t see the signs you laid out so clearly for me.” Could she feel his heart beating, he sure could. “I honestly don’t know what to say, I don’t know what you expected…” He said. ‘Man, you’re botching this up.’ He thought bitterly. “I have to be honest with you and myself here. I honestly never thought of us being together you know?” It was the truth, she’d would of already known this. Otherwise he would of seen it sooner.

“It’s not that I don’t care for you, I do. You’re new look if different, but it doesn’t feel like you. The you I know, you know?” He said. ‘If you say ‘you know’ one more time, I will personally punch you myself!’ Were thoughts like that normal? He didn’t think so. ‘There you go, thinking again.’ Sam walked towards her and sat down next to her, facing her like the man he was pretended to be. “I wish I could say something more, but I suppose if I handled this any differently, I wouldn’t be the Sam you know. I’m honestly not ready for a relationship, but if I wanted one with anyone. You’d be my choice, always.” He looked at her. “You know me better than anyone, you’re the only person I’d call if I was in trouble and I hope I’m that person for you.” He said and sighed slightly. “What’s our next step?” He asked and looked into those breathtaking eyes of hers. “You know, you’re different than everyone. Don’t change that about yourself.” he said, he wasn’t talking about her appearance here. “You’ve put up with my s**t for so long, you deserve a medal.”

He took a deep breath and looked at her, his words flying away the moment his eyes met hers. He wanted those words back, for his mind to work, for his heart to stop beating so loudly, for everything just to stop. So he could think. He nodded as she said she was sorry. “Don’t sweat it, sorry for calling you a b***h.” He said and nodded slightly.

There was a long pause, a silence that couldn’t be described as awkward as he watched her for a moment, he took a deep breath and looked her squarely in the eyes. “What I’m trying to say is…will you be my date for the dance this Friday?” He said date, the dances before he simply said they’d go as friends. For they both had no one else to ask. He referred to it as a date, did she know how big of a step this was for him? He wouldn’t go with any one else, if she said no.

[tear girl]

XXXXXXXXGenevieve Lauren Maxwell
Girl4

I'm only up when you're not down.
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground.
It's like no matter what I do.
Well you drive me crazy half the time;
the other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true.
And I'm only me when I'm with you.

She felt...discontent. After all the feelings she had just spilled to him, he had to comment on the correct saying he had meant to say. But that was Sam. Still, she was quiet, waiting, hoping for the words she wanted to hear. The words she'd been waiting for the past several years to year. And yet, they never came. As he spoke, it was slowly dawning on her that he was right. How was it, that after years of dropping hints and being the first one by his side and the last to leave, did she expect him to just come jumping at the chance for them to be together, if all that time, he hadn't caught on. How ridiculous was that thinking? That hope? And why did she still have it? Even after he explained his position in everything.

Or, well tried to. Viva felt lost in the repetition of the phrases "you know" and "I know". But after a moment of focusing, she got what he had meant. She needed to be herself. And so did he, if anything was going to work. Whether now or ever if at all. Slowly, she was beginning to accept that he wasn't going to welcome her feelings for him with the open arms and return emotions as she had hoped for so long. But he did give her words that brightened the situation. Just knowing that she was his first choice and always was, comforted her. His comments about being there for him, and her being his go-to for help also made her feel better than she previously had. It all amazed her to no end, even when he was obviously saying things that she wasn't wanting, he found ways to cheer her up.

"You know you're the person I'd go to for help, you've always been. And I don't need a medal. Why would I need some god-forsaken piece of metal hanging around my neck?" Her voice wasn't soft. It wasn't calm and 'pretty' like it was supposed to be, for who she had planned on being today. She was her 'normal' self, if you could call it that. The only thing off about her was the make up that had smeared. She'd have to do something about getting waterproof make-up if she ever though to wear the stuff again. Still, she gave him what she hoped to be a slight, but sincere smile at his own apology and simply nodded, acknowledging it.

Wiping the wetness from her face Viva pushed herself up from the floor and onto the bench she'd leaned up against. Looking up at Sam she could only imagine what her face looked like, with make-up smeared here and there, her face stained with tears. And it was as she was wondering just how she appeared now that she heard Sam's question. At the single word, the only word that seemed to want to register in her mind, she nearly slipped back off the bench and back onto the floor. Was he being serious? A date? He'd never asked her to be his date before. They'd gone to dances sure, when he hadn't found another girl to go with. And she always managed to go with Mimi and Cecil, or Rachel and Emmi...or really, just all of them together, if they went at all. But...Sam was now asking her if she'd go with him. Officially. With a smile, she nodded, "I would love to."

[XxJessicaelisexX]

Dating, that wasn’t a relationship. Was it? No. Sam believed dating was taking it slow, to get to know each other in ways they hadn’t before. Well, for Sam to her in a new light more like. For she had been seeing him in other ways for a while, hadn’t she? This was Viva’s chance to show the stubborn sod, that she could be more than just his best friend. She could be more to him than that and still be the Viva he knew and loved. For Sam was set in his ways, how would she deal with his partying ways, his house being trashed and girls everywhere? Would he be able not to stray? Would he be able to keep himself, just for her. This was all he was worried about, if he broke her heart. Their friendship was over, there was no going back from that. He knew that. He feared that.

He couldn’t and wouldn’t lose her, because of his stupidity. Was this a good idea? To date his best friend, at a school dance no less. Things were going to change and it was only the first day of school. If only he had noticed sooner, he could of prepared himself for this. For this moment, to say something more, something better than he had. What could he of said though, had he hadn’t already? Would he of lied to her if he had known? He hoped not. He watched her as she thought it over, he could almost feel her mind work its way through his words. Trying to make sense of them, like only she could.

He waited, for what felt like forever. His own breathing annoying him, the sound of people passing the changing rooms. Only Sam could possibly be stuck in the girls changing rooms, when they come back to get dressed. It hummed slightly and shook his head, the door was bloody humming. Was their wasps within it? ‘Focus, Man!’ God, he was on full bossy form today wasn’t he? What if she said no to his offer, what if she couldn’t make sense of his words, this time. Sam would have to leave, he’d have to leave and not look back. Confusion, is what he’d feel mostly. For, he was willing to give the dating thing a go. Willing to see her in a different light. He wanted to know how her lips tasted, how it felt to call her his own. He just wasn’t ready if it all went wrong. The last thing he wanted to do as hurt her. But what if he did?

His mind was trying him insane, rolling things over in his mind, spitting it back out. Still, making no sense of it. Why? What was the point, in even thinking them through? His mind wasn’t helping and the time it was taking her to answer him, was torture. Was she doing it on purpose? Was she making him wait? For how long had she waited? To tell him everything she needed to say. He hoped she wouldn’t continue to cry. He’d usually offer to hug her, but the timing wasn’t right. He couldn’t hug her moments after she told him, how she felt. Would it be weird? Seem weird…feel different? Would hugging her ever be the same? He believed he was taking this too far, she was still the same person she had been moments before. Wait, was she? Was she the Girl or the Tom Girl he had grown to love over the years? Grown to know, his Viva. Was this girl before him, still his Viva? ‘Your Viva. When did that happen?’ That was how it had always been, he wasn’t kidding himself now into thinking anything else.

Finally, she blessed his ears with words and how wonderful they story. He was her go to guy, like she was his go to guy girl. He smiled, glad she had spoken and stopped the on going argument in his head. He smiled slightly, a true smile. Not a thought out smile, not a smile that was forced, a smile he only ever used for her. Without realising it, he had always given her, her own smile. Don’t ask why, Lord knows that no one knew how Sam worked. But this was him, he was always himself. He was always truthful with her and unlike how he was with every one else, he made sure his words didn’t hurt. So, now came the time to wait for his actual question to be answered. So, he waited. Ever so not patiently.

Three words, that’s all it took. For Sam to smile a smile of relief he nodded and looked at her. Her smeared make-up and her red eyes. She pulled it off well, he didn’t care. He’d have her looking like this all the time, if it meant she’d stay with him through it all. ‘You big softie.’ He nodded his head. “So it’s settled. You, me and everyone else?” He paused and then laughed. “Just kidding. I’ll tell the rest of them, it’s our night.” Sam smiled and leaned forward, kissing her cheek and standing up. “I think I better leave the girls locker room, before the couch barques my balls.” He said grinning. “And anyways, a nice gold something around your neck would look nice and if someone annoyed you, you could use it as a weapon.” Sam was being normal with her, but better than normal. He wasn’t uncomfortable, he was open about it. There was no doubt in his mind, he wanted to make this work!

He looked at the clock and smiled slightly. “Do you want to go back, or do you fancy skipping the rest of this lesson?” They had some time left, and Sam couldn’t be bothered running anymore laps.

[tear girl]

XXXXXXXXGenevieve Lauren Maxwell
Girl4

I'm only up when you're not down.
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground.
It's like no matter what I do.
Well you drive me crazy half the time;
the other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true.
And I'm only me when I'm with you.

It hadn't even crossed Viva's mind to think of how things would turn out if something went wrong because of the fact that they would take their friendship and try the dating phase of it all. Of course, differing from Sam's worries, was a possible mutual decision that the two would make about how their 'relationship' would be. Maybe he wouldn't be what she hoped for. Maybe she would have a difficult time adjusting? Watching him though, all thoughts of anything going 'wrong' left her mind. He was still the boy who took her breath away, not that she'd ever really truly shown it, being her tomboy self for all these years. She smiled as things seemed to settle between them. There was considerably less tension, and of course, the quiet of being alone was helpful in calming her nerves. Not only were they 'settling' things as Sam put it, everything was out in the open for her. Sure Sam wasn't ready for a relationship, but he was giving the dating thing a go, and at this point, that was more than enough for her to be okay. She'd pull through til at least the coming Friday and things would even out by then for sure. Changes were bound to happen, but hopefully she would be ready for them.

Again his words brought forth a smile. Our night. Sure they'd had nights to themselves before, but none in the context of a date. There were late night Video Game tournaments, and movie nights with everyone else, but a night to themselves like this was going to be new. At least he was open to it. She wasn't sure if she would be okay with him offering to take her if it wasn't something he was going to do of his free will. No matter how happy it would make her, Viva was set against making Sam do something he wasn't comfortable with. With a kiss upon her cheek she felt herself turn a slight tinge of pink. His words about being in the girl's locker room and using the medal as a weapon of sorts made her laugh though, and her embarrassment was short-lived. "Weapon? You think I need something more than my hands and feet?" Her grin was wide, welcoming the normalcy of their conversation."I don't know how much more of the track I can take so, I think I'll take you up on that offer of skipping. Just give me couple minutes to clean up the goop on my face?" she asked with a soft laugh as she stood and gestured to her face.

[ii AM LEGEND]

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Ɉustus scoffed, leaning up against the frame of the lockers to keep him nice and sturdy. Sure, he looked a little cold and a little tired from his nap, but the world had become much more bareable to him, something he could actually sit in and enjoy. For that, he was thankful, but he couldn't say he was thankful for the words that Emmi had used towards him. It had been so long since he'd known her, one could assume he wouldn't take it so harsh when she insulted him in a joking way, but even today, he couldn't stand it when she did it. Part of him wanted the woman to his own, and that part had a huge downfall every time she brought down his ego just that much more. Sure, he played it off as nothing, but it meant something more to him than a simple joke that she thought it was. Being a guy, it was easy enough to shake it, but there was those few moments where it ate up his thinking. "Geez, Em, you know how to make a guy feel on top of the world. First off, I'll have you know that I get excited when I see a text on my phone from you, probably more than anyone else I know. And secondly..." Justus paused for a moment, and lifted up his shirt for a few seconds for her to take in, before dropping it down from plain sight. He wanted to show off the body he'd kept up for his high school years, something he was definitely proud of. "If this means chicken legs, then call me Foghorn Leghorn."

He motioned his head towards the outside door of the building they were in, then slowly headed his way over to his exit from the school that wanted to keep him captive. "Now as for ditching, I'm game. I mean, how many times have I done it before? Besides, I'm starting to wonder why I even came to school in the first place. This crap is boring." He laughed slightly at the joke he made, then headed to the door to hold it open for his accomplice. "So, what are we going to do while we ditch? I slept over there on the south side pod, and it wasn't the best of situations. Just sayin'." He laughed slightly, and rearranged his hair as a small wind came to shift it out of place, but soon enough his hands ended up right back into his pockets.

What party was she talking about? While the whole school had heard, he was asleep, blocking out any and all outside world situations that attempted to wake him from a much needed nap. So what had she heard about? And who was he? The principal? He'd always done random things to get kids into 'school' as it seemed, but not a lot of people exhibited the school spirit he had hoped for. Things had changed in school since the sixties, and school interest was just one of those major things. "Oh no, I didn't hear anything. Like I said, I was asleep. I'm assuming it was an announcement? What did someone say? Fill me in, I died for like twenty three minutes."

[tseung]

Sorry Guys, I wont be on for a week or so.... I'm moving...

[XxJessicaelisexX]

Emmi watched him, her Justus. The man that didn’t know how she felt, the male she had changed for. The man she was dying on the inside to notice how she felt. She looked up as he spoke, allowing those unusually calm eyes of hers to meet his. He seemed to of taken something from the joke and she wondered why he would do so. She tilted her head as he backed up what he was saying, with a show of flesh. She couldn’t help but giggle slightly. “Aww, babe. I was only kidding, you have lovely legs.” She said and pushed him lightly on his arm. She shook her head and smiled. ‘You’re legs are like the rest of you. Perfect.’ She looked around herself, the dress she was wearing seemed impossible to feel comfy in. She was sure if she didn’t take it off soon, she would surely die! Okay, so maybe she wouldn’t but it sure did feel like she would.

Emmi watched him, she knew all too well that well formed body underneath his clothes, she bite her lower lip as she looked away. Not wanting to think of anyone touching him, for in her head. He was hers. She smiled slightly and shrugged. “Yeah, yeah I know Hercules.” She said and looked back at him, allowing her brown orbs to melt into his. “Are we having a muscles competition, as you know I’d kick you arse.” She wouldn’t, but that was beside the point. She laughed slightly, knowing she wouldn’t win in a fight. She could kick his arse in games, she was good with game consoles, she loved to get muddy and she didn’t mind her hair getting messed up. But in an actual fight, he would kick her arse. Even if it was just comparing muscles, she knew she’d be beat.

She wondered what it would be like to actually be in those arms of his, to actually be held within them. Would she feel protected? Would it be different than the simple hugs, they gave each other. She dragged her eyes away from his arms and looked forward. She ran a hand through her hair and then shook her head slightly, so her hair fell back into place. She attempted to listen to his voice, how he was able to hold her attention like no one else. Emmi had a habit of drifting off into a dream world, but she always caught every word from his lips, oh his lips. Lips she longed to kiss, to take hold of his face and simply kiss. He hadn’t said anything else on the subject of her new appearance, she couldn’t bring it up could she?

Emmi wondered what they could do, for what did they usually do? She wasn’t sure what they usually did was in the ‘girl’ category. What was it she was allowed to do now? Emmi finally shrugged, having no real idea. “I have no idea, is there anything you want to do?” She asked, looking at the other and smiling, as the door was held open from her. She looked to her car, did he drive here? Who’s car were they taking? Usually they’d word match it out, but she wasn’t sure if that was how it was suppose to be anymore. She didn’t know, and didn’t care who drove at least not today. “I tell you what we can do, n** to me and change this dress.” She said, for a moment the old Emmi slipping back into place. As she pulled on the belt slightly and smirked.

Then he mentioned the dance…he hadn’t heard?! Emmi wanted to slam her head against a brick wall, for the sake of it. She shrugged slightly acting like it was nothing. “Well sleeping Beauty. When you were off with the sheep, Principal Scott made an announcement there’s a dance on Friday. Males are to ask females, something about who they really want to go with and blah, blah, blah.” She said. “I zoned out, his voice annoys me.” She said and laughed slightly. She looked at him. “To welcome back the Seniors, apparently. Not like we had any choice but to come back.” She said and laughed slightly.

She felt her phone vibrate and pulled it out.

To: Viva
From: Em

Justus still doesn’t have a clue in a bag. =[

She pressed send and slipped the phone back into her pocket.

[XxJessicaelisexX]

Sam was trying his best not to allow this to become awkward between them, he didn’t want things to change so much, that he couldn’t talk to her about how he was feeling. Would a relationship change that? How would he change his drunken partying ways? Did she wish him too? He wasn’t sure he could and if she did, then she didn’t like him for him. Of course the sleeping around would have to stop, but he was sure he could live without sex…right? It wasn’t the end of the world…was it? He wasn’t sure and as thought whizzed through his mind at a million miles per hour, he knew he had to come back to earth to answer her, or at least listen. He looked at her and smiled slightly, it seemed she wasn’t bothered about the change. She almost looked relieved, so should he? He smiled slightly and nodded his head. “I’m going to go and get dressed, okay? I’ll meet you outside this locker room.” He nodded, in a way of agreeing with himself. “Okay, so you wouldn’t need a weapon. But it would be nice, plus you don’t want to chip a nail.” He said and stuck his tongue out playfully. He then waved and left her to get dressed.

He walked into the males changing room and looked around, confusion clouded his eyes as he stared at the wall. He couldn’t help but think this through, for unlike Viva the feelings weren’t just there. He wasn’t forcing himself to do this, he wanted too. For no one had meant more to him than Viva did. That meant he looked at her more than a friend right? He didn’t see her as a sister, so what other choice was there? He didn’t want to have a sleep over and go on the sofa, so he was attracted to her. But he always had been, the new look didn’t change that. The only thing it had changed was his view on how she viewed him. She wanted to make this work, as much as he did. Was she thinking about the possible turn outs?

Sam finally snapped out of it, enough so to get dressed. He pulled on his other clothes, shoved the P.E kit back in the bag and made sure his hair was somewhat presentable. He smiled slightly and looked around. Making sure he had everything he texted Justus, Zack and Sach.

To: Justus, Zack and Sach.
From: Sam


I figured who she has changed for. Me.
Aren’t I an idiot not for realising it sooner?
We’ll all have to meet up. What do you all have after lunch? I have Art.
Not that I‘m going to go. Might just ditch the rest of the day. Not like we‘re doing out.
Hit me back.
Sam.

He pressed send and then walked back to the girls changing room, he knocked on the door and leaned against the wall. Now it was a waiting game, how long would she take?

[tear girl]

XXXXXXXXGenevieve Lauren Maxwell
Girl4

I'm only up when you're not down.
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground.
It's like no matter what I do.
Well you drive me crazy half the time;
the other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true.
And I'm only me when I'm with you.

Viva nodded and waited until he left. Quiet for a moment, the absence of any girlish screams ensured that he hadn't run into anyone on the way in, and so found herself standing. Her intent was to first wash her face of the runny muck that lay upon it, and then perhaps change. She wasn't looking forward to the change back into the ridiculous heels of hers from before, but it wasn't going to go well with the sneakers she had on at the moment. Her plans were interrupted by the buzz of her cellphone, still nestled within the pocket of her shorts. The words made her frown. Poor Emmi.

To: Em
From: Viva

I just told Sam, after of course...busting a fit and yelling at him.
But he asked me to the dance on Friday.
Justus will come around, I promise. Keep smiling. :]

Her words of 'advice' probably weren't the best, seeing as how just fifteen minutes prior, she would have scowled at the thought of on of the others telling of how they'd at least gotten somewhat of a favorable response from the boy they were after. But she'd already sent the message, and there wasn't exactly much she could do now that it was.

Turning on the sink, she splashed water at her face, rubbing at the make-up enough to watch it disappear, but not enough to leave her skin bright red. She'd had issues with that this summer, after her mother had decided to experiment on what was the exact way she should apply her make up. The cool water refreshed her, and with a smile directed to the reflection of the clear face she saw in the mirror, she turned off the water and grabbed her towel. Small, it fit inside her gym bag along with her shorts, shirt, and shoes. Changing back into her clothes from before, she wondered if she should have just stuck with the shorts and shirt. It was definitely more comfortable. She sighed, questioning silently to herself why she hadn't chosen to bring an normal change of clothes to school this morning when she heard a knock on the door. It had to be Sam, any other girl would just have barged right in. There wasn't time now to change into something comfortable. With one last look in the mirror, she figured she looked decent enough. If she'd missed any make-up, she couldn't see it and as for her hair... well she looked about the same over all whether it was up or down.

Finally ready, she made way toward the door and opened it to find Sam leaning up against the wall, as if he'd been there for hours waiting. "You know, make-up's a b***h to get off, now I remember why I didn't really see the need for it." she said with a smile, honestly hoping that he hadn't been standing and waiting for very long.

[Mumble Ichiro Nao]

Sacha James Ryan




Sacha chuckled as he began to chase after her when he felt his phone go off in his pocket. It was from his buddy sam. He read the text and looked up to see the new Mimi in the distance and thought for a moment. "They've all done it" he screamed in his head as he went about texting Zane and Justus before writing a reply to sam. He needed to know if Em and Cecil had changed like Mimi and Viva had done.

To: Justus, Zane
From: Sacha
Hey guys, hows your day goin?
Just a quick question.
Have your gals changed at all?
In appearance and stuff?
Text back.
Sach.

To: Sam
From: Sacha
Hey man, you too?
Mimi has done the same,
just text Zane and Justus to find out if Em and Cecil have too.
I expect they have.
On way back to gym with Mimi now,
Will chat in a min k.
Sach.

He sent the messages to the recipients before realizing he'd stopped moving all together to concentrate on texting. He had the tendency to walk into things when not watching where he was going so he'd gotten into the habit of stopping. Luckily Mimi was in a sprintable distance to catch up, so he slipped his phone in his pocket and sprinted down the empty hall to catch up hoping she wouldn't notice him texting. Although it wouldn't matter if she did notice as it's none of her business. He chuckled as he caught up to her in moments."Come on my lady" he chuckled before he ran ahead through the double doors that lead to the gym.


[[ooc: sorry I disappeared on you for a while. Holidays are manic, happy new year by the way. I'm back to normal now so lets get going smile oh and sorry its a naff post too]]

[XxJessicaelisexX]

Sam hadn’t been waiting there all that long, in fact the male had only been standing here for about five minutes. But Sam had the ability to make 5 minutes seemed like forever, simply because he was good at what he did. He could give you a five minutes concert and you felt like he gave you his life. He had that type of stage presence that you wanted to bag and keep for yourself. His bag was on his shoulder as the wall he was leaning on, was slowly getting warmer. Slowly underneath that back of his, the wall was warming to his presence. Good job too, because he was apparently going to be here a while. Did the new Viva take forever to get changed? Would she have to iron her face back on after taking it off? He tapped his foot against the floor and looked around, he wondered if the teacher even knew he was missing. He felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out. Smirking at the message he chuckled and replied.

To: Sach
From: Sam

I’m skipping. I’ll have to chat later.
I’ve asked Viva to the dance…she said yes.
If I mess this up, you have to save us. =D

He pressed send, he didn’t want to loose their friendship and he was pretty sure if anyone could charm there way out of a paper bag, Sach could. Sam would most likely make them pull harder, it was simple. Sam was good with lyrics and songs, but actual talking? Nah, the male was useless. He tripped over his own words, messed up serious conversations and not to mention pissed important people off. It was what he was good at. He smirked and chuckled some and shook his head, looking around he looked up as the door finally opened. “Glad to see you’re still alive.” He said and looked down at her hand. Should he hold it?

Sam’s movements were slow as he studied his own hand for a moment, as if it was alien to him and he only realised ever what it was when he was holding a microphone. His hand stroked down her hair and then, he linked his fingers with hers. Pulling her to a walk, he walked with her to his locker and throw all his stuff in, now letting her go to do so. He looked at her and smiled. “What would you actually like to do?” He asked looking at her. Maybe they could go off campus and go for dinner. “Would you like to go and get some dinner?” He asked and looked at her.

{{Short, I know. But I’m getting back into the swing of things. I will be private messaging those who haven’t posted at all for a while.}}

[tear girl]

XXXXXXXXGenevieve Lauren Maxwell
Girl4

I'm only up when you're not down.
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground.
It's like no matter what I do.
Well you drive me crazy half the time;
the other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true.
And I'm only me when I'm with you.

Genevieve smiled, whatever he said, whatever he did, no matter what happened, she felt as ease with him. Whether he knew it or not, Sam was, in fact, influential in everything that Viva felt, and much of what she did. "Definitely alive." Cautious in her tone of voice, Viva spoke in hopes to hide the true excitement in her face, in her feelings, in her entire body. And though she was thoroughly elated at the feeling of his hand grasping her own, gently but firmly as not to lose grip, the feeling didn't help to level any of the bombardment of emotions she felt at the moment.

Walking to their lockers her mind raced, it was different, walking hand in hand, as opposed to simply walking beside him or in close vicinity of him when with the others. If her heart had been alive and running races this morning, she didn't even think to deny that it was on overdrive now. It was shocking to her that he didn't mention it, or gave any sign that he could hear her heart beating. She was certain that anyone in the general area of perhaps four, five, maybe even six miles away could hear and feel it thundering inside of her. Reaching their lockers she smiled, opening up her own and setting her things inside. She hadn't any need for any of her things, though she did debate on whether to pick up the blasted tote bag back up. Nearly everything in it was unnecessary. Perhaps maybe her keys and her wallet.

It was while she debated this that she heard Sam's voice form a question for her. Having missed the first one, she tuned in to hear the second. 'Dinner? But it's not even lunch time yet? Still however she smiled. "A bit early doing you think? she said with a small laugh, and then continued. But yeah, whatever you're up for is good with me." She most definitely was not ever the kind of person to deny doing something, especially if the suggestion came from Sam. Anything they managed to do was enjoyable for her. So long as they spent time with one another she was happy.

[Nosebleed_SpecialXD]

Split me wide open and look right inside
There's so many things that I tried to hide
Oh you see right through me
You always see right through me

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Mimi halted, stumbling over her heels as she tried to dig them into the ground. Sacha had been left behind, suddenly too absorbed in his phone to even step about. He wasn’t the greatest multi-tasker, that was certain but still the look on his face caused her to wonder…what was so important. Course…

Sacha looked up, smiling and catching up quickly to the double doors of the gym. With a returned smile and a chuckle she dashed in ahead of him. Geez, seconds ago she was lower then low and now- How quickly things could change. It did occur to her that she was the only one of the girls where the plan had worked to THIS extent. Normally she would feel bad, feel like it was uneven or unfair but being as happy as she was now fairness and such wasn’t an issue to her at all. ” SO it’s a race, right? Are you still sure- you’re severely underestimating how thorough I’ve been about this little make-over thing. Running and getting in BETTER shape was all part of it buddy boy.” As she said, she had always been skinny, scrawny more like it- toning was never really her goal and without a good diet and regulation the muscle she should have earned from the sports she enjoyed was reduced to a stringy sort of build, not anymore though.

Mimi arched to stretch, the bottom of her shirt rising up just the slightest to bare a bit of her firm and obviously slightly sun kissed honey skin. The faintest hint of muscle was there, adding a irresistibly traceable line to the flat planes of her skin and a soft little V peeking from the top of her shorts. She wasn’t overly toned but it was just enough to be a balance of firm and soft- her friends had called it a dancers body. She hoped so. Running, eating right, gaining a bit of weight where needed and loosing where it wasn’t. Her summer had been hell but suddenly…it was all worth it. ” If your done networking, shall we?” She said, waltzing over to the track. Even if she was joking with him again, loosening up and getting back a bit of her sass and vinegar- there was still something about her manner, the flirty smiles or the way she walked or talked that had changed.

((sorry about it being short, pretty lazy right now -_- and a bit hung over- hahaha. But yea, posting has begun once more!!))

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Is nothing sacred, is nothing saved?
Your gentle eyes like a razor blade
They cut me open, you look right through
I give it all to you

MIMIelizabethROSS