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Post by ツღ on Jul 22, 2010 23:14:10 GMT -5
Ava spoke quietly with Drake in a small corner. They were talking about, of all things, Toy Story 3.
"Nice ascot," Ava giggled, imitating the famous Barbie.
"Did you know Barbie's full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts?" Drake laughed, "I mean, Millicent? Jeez!"
"It's a funny name, but - hey wait! How did you know her full name?!" Ava demanded, brows furrowed. She laughed inwardly. Maybe Drake really was gay.
"I... Uh," Drake's voice grew soft, "Aaron and I had a little sister. She... She passed,"
Or maybe he wasn't. "I'm so sorry," Ava subconsciously put her hand on his. "You know, if you wanna talk about something... Anything... I'm here. I know what it was like to be the new kid," she chuckled.
"Yeah," Drake's smile didn't reach his eyes, as he was so often good at feigning. "Thanks, Ava,"
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Post by spottie on Jul 22, 2010 23:26:30 GMT -5
>>> Aaron didn't get much sleep last night. Or the night before. Or the night before that. He wasn't sure why. But he was absolutely certain it wasn't because of Drake, no sir! Or m'am.
Well, anyway, he basically slept walked through his whole day. Half the time he wasn't sure what the hell he was doing, or what was going around Aaron. Nobody noticed. Well, the girls did. They thought it was hot. (A/N: Payback. For, um, something that I'm sure I was annoyed at...I'm not sure what. Can't remember.)
None of the teachers noticed. Aaron wasn't exactly Mr. Straight A. Well, he had straight C's. Sometimes a D. He was just a slacker; plain and simple.
Well, anyway, he walked by Ava and Drake half dead. There was a little spout of steam coming out of his ears though. But his wide yawn (which did expose a glint of fang), kind of dimmed that WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING?! moment.
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Post by ツღ on Jul 22, 2010 23:32:24 GMT -5
"Aaron!" Ava's smile brightened measurably as she stood up to hug him, therefore effectively trapping him at their table.
Drake winked at him behind Ava's back.
"You know, Aaron, I see why you like Ava," he said, not afraid to meet his eyes. "She's sweet and beautiful and loving. You two are perfect for each other," Drake chuckled. "They say opposites attract! Well, I'm gonna go sit with Amy and leave you two lovebirds alone!"
He managed to get Ava to blush, then attempt to smack him in attempt to defend Aaron before he flashed another smile and escaped, sliding an arm around Amy's waist.
"Sorry 'bout that," Ava muttered.
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Post by spottie on Jul 22, 2010 23:38:24 GMT -5
Aaron mumbled to Ava, "What'd he say? 'Wasn't listening."
He slumped his head into his arms, and leaned onto the table. Maybe if he ignored Drake and his pointed comments, they'd disapear... Aaron waited for a poof--which never happened. Of course, he didn't want Ava to disapear. Drake was right, damn him. Ava was sweet, beautiful and loving. And Aaron was not sweet or loving.
Well, he wasn't supposed to be, anyway.
He grumbled, "I'm tired. Wake me up." He didn't say it like a command, or an order; just as a plead. Aaron was practically begging her to. If he didn't slap out of it soon, he was probably going to end up doing something stupid. Like lunging across the room to suck some blood. Or snap a neck. Whichever.
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Post by ツღ on Jul 22, 2010 23:41:03 GMT -5
Ava hesitated for a moment. He asked for it, she shrugged.
She smacked his head and then grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him up from his incredibly bad postured position, and kissed him with a wicked grin. Like always, the electricity bolted through them as her lips molded to his.
Aaron-and-Ava, the thought came easily, One joint unit,
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Post by spottie on Jul 22, 2010 23:45:23 GMT -5
Okay. Honestly, Aaron wasn't quite expecting that. It happened extremely fast--hmm...she was quicker than he gave her credit for.
"Hmm...I'm still not awake." He said, when they broke apart.
Another honest thought: his mind was still full of fog. It had just thinned with Ava's interesting tactic. He threw himself down so his back was lying aganist the wooden bench seat thing. It was uncomfortable, but it would do for now.
"Five seconds." Aaron mumbled. It would seem that all he could do today was mumble and grumble. He put a hand over his eyes, shielding himself away from the horrid light.
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Post by ツღ on Jul 22, 2010 23:51:06 GMT -5
"Nope, c'mon, wakey wakey!" she grinned, reaching down to tickle his stomach. "Don't be such a vampire stuck in a belfry!"
Anybody outside would guess it'd be just an idiom, but hey, it worked. Humorously. Ish. Ayy, don't blame her. Ava was never a funny person. It's not like Switchers just go around as stand-up comedians! Plus, she was her actual age of seventeen, unlike some vampires. Even they grew no sense of humor of the years!
"Wakey, wakey, Mister Aaron!"
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Post by spottie on Jul 23, 2010 19:11:15 GMT -5
Aaron sat up, looking at her with a deadpan expression that said: you're pushy. With the same amusingly deadpan expression, he picked up a bottle of water next to his abandoned tray. Then he poured it over her head, symbolically saying, "Chill."
And then he flopped back down into his original position and repeated, "Five more seconds."
--- Across the cafeteria, Bella was also similarly tired. Her friends (except for Mary, who was sourly jealous of Drake and what's her face) had all pestered her about why she was a "zombie".
"I keep having these weird dreams that freak me out." She kept repeating, "There's always some weird lady screaming about some guy named William. And then there's this train coming at me..."
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Post by ツღ on Jul 23, 2010 21:51:58 GMT -5
"One one-thousand... Two one-thousand... Three one-thousand... Four one-thousand... And... Five one-thousand!" Ava tickled him again. "C'mon, you know you wanna go and cut class... Where you can sleep in a nice little meadow filled with flowers... Me beside you..." she chuckled. "'Cause, you know, you have to get up some day," she commented airily with a toss of her hair.
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Post by spottie on Jul 23, 2010 22:03:42 GMT -5
Aaron sat up, almost immediately awake. "As long as it's shady." There was a slight gleam in his ice blue eyes. "I'm holding you on your promise."
--- Bella suddenly sat up, as if she had been electrified. Everyone at the table was staring at her as she went over to where Rosalie sat.
"Um, hi." She said lamely
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Post by ツღ on Jul 23, 2010 22:12:21 GMT -5
"Hi," she said, glancing at her. Rosalie played with her apple, tossing it back and forth, a bored expression on her perfect face.
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"C'mon," Ava took his hand and pulled him out of his seat.
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Post by spottie on Jul 23, 2010 22:25:33 GMT -5
She twisted a lock of hair while nervously watching Rosalie.
"Rosalie, can I ask you to do something really stupid and reckless with me?" Bella didn't even wait for an answer. It was a rhetorical question, anyway. "I want to go to Zane's house. Can you come with me?"
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Post by ツღ on Jul 23, 2010 23:23:56 GMT -5
Rosalie stiffened with a quiet hiss. "Why?" she spat, holding the apple tight in her left hand.
Her amber eyes glowed dangerously as she looked over at the girl. Why ever would she want to go to Zane's house? Stupid Zane. He... Ugh! What a faggot! She didn't want to think of him, nevertheless see him! He was rude and arrogant and cocky and a complete asshole! He could rot in a hole for all she cared!
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Post by spottie on Jul 24, 2010 18:25:32 GMT -5
Bella blinked at her, a little taken aback. Well, it made a little sense that she would want to avoid Zane if she liked him. But only a little. Mostly it didn't make any sense to her. Maybe it was some kind of vampire secret or something?
"Well," She was hesitant to tell her why; because she didn't really have a legitimate reason why. "I just feel like I should. Like, there's a little bird on my shoulder hissing into my ear."
And sending me nightmares that freak me out! Did I mention that too?
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Post by ツღ on Jul 24, 2010 18:33:23 GMT -5
"Listening to the voices in your head now, are we?" Rosalie grinned sardonically. "Since when did you admit to schizophrenia, Bella?"
No way in hell was she going to see Zane's face ever again. He was a selfish bastard, and she was never going to even like him as a stupid friend. Idiot. She couldn't help but insult him, praying somebody up there would hear her and he'd hear it in turn. It'd teach him right. She wanted to chuck the apple at his head.
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