waiting on a friend.

[W i nter.Babeee (:]

Being the air headed dreamer that i was it took me a lot longer than it should have to arrive back at my dorm. After using the drainpipe and lattice to pull myself up I spent a great deal of time sitting on the tiled roof of the dormitory, watching the sun as it drifted restlessly towards its state of slumber. The air was cooler now, my hair had dried in soft waving ringlets that fell neatly over my shoulders. i was glad i wasn't wet anymore, else the crisp twilight air would be near unbearable. Nevertheless i was soon covered in a layer of goosebumps, i continuously rubbed my upper arms, hoping to put a little warmth back into my bones. For a while it sustained my body heat but eventually i sighed in defeat and began to make my way back down towards the back drain pipe once more.

Ty and Pandora weren't present when i climbed clumsily through the window into our room so i pulled the fly screen back from where i had sat it on the ground outside and carefully slid it back in place. Of course it wasn't necessary for me to go to such extremes simply to enter or exit the room, it was more a bad habbit than anything else. Just like biting one's fingernails, annoying but harmless. Once i was done replacing the fly screen i turned and looked the messy room over, stifling a laugh and shaking my head, a typical teenage scenario. Frankly, the room looked as if a bomb had hit it. I hastily threw a pair of jeans that i was sure didn't belong to me from the end of my bed into the crammed wardrobe that occupied the whole western wall and proceeded to retrieve a towel before jumping in the shower, shivering at the warm temperature of the water on my cold skin.

After i had finished washing the sand - the sand which i swear reappeared everytime i washed it away in every place possible - and had thrown on some clean clothes i casually glanced at the clock hanging by the Dorm door. A little over an hour had passed since i'd left the beach. i wondered what Nate was doing, contemplating whether he would have left the stable yet or not, and smiled as i thought of our afternoon at the beach. I really had enjoyed myself, and was looking forward to seeing the boy again. Shaking my head i turned and wandered back to the bathroom, turning on my hair straightener and watching impatiently as the little red light flashed until the iron was hot enough to use. I had to admit, by now i had the art of hair straightening down pat. I considered my reflection in the mirror for a second once i was done, ruffling my hands through my hair, another one of those annoying habbits, before wandering aimlessly back to the main room and flicking through my most recent iPod playlist.

Selecting a song at random i barely hesitated to turn the speakers they were connected to up as far as they would go. I was in no mood to be even slightly considerate to the comfort of those in neighbouring dorm rooms. Bit of music never hurt anybody. I took a quick glance out the window, unsure if i was meant to be expecting a car or a knock at the door. The street was empty, regardless. So i sauntered off to brush my teeth, a great way to waste time. I didn't think i had gotten too carried away with cleaning them but apparantly i had taken longer than i thought for when i returned to the window a few mintues later i noticed that there indeed was a car parked very 'inconspicuously' outside. A single butterfly made its way through my stomach as my eyes caught him leaning casually against the hood. He was just as stunning as i had remembered, although with a more rebellious edge to him having been coupled with a car and minus the beach atire.

For the second time that day i slid the fly screen from its intended place and climbed through the window, not bothering to replace it before i ran excitedly towards Nate's car. MORNING. i called enthusiastically, although clearly the sun had made its departure and the term 'good evening' would have been a better selected alternative. I wasted no time with timid hesitations as i jumped onto Nate, wrapping him in a hyperactive, rough embrace for just a second before stepping back a few steps, a contemplative, regretful expression on my face. i brought one hand to my mouth before gesturing softly with my eyes at his car. oh, i apologise. i think i may have just caused your car some kind of external damage with that very dangerous manuever. Of course there was not a mark on his car, but it was often the panick that such a suggestion to the male species that their pride and joy was damaged in any way or form that was incredibly fun. Even more so when they realise that it was just a joke. I was enjoying myself already.

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word count. 879 words
status. complete
ooc | That was kind of random (: HAVE FUUN. [/size]

[nate.]

To be fair, most people use doors to go in and out of buildings, so Nate was more or less watching the door for Winter to appear. It wasnt a ludicrous or wild thing to believe she would use such unheard of methods of entrance and exit, but he should have guessed. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement in the elongated shadows of the late afternoon, and realized that there was a person climbing down the side of the dormitory. From the way she moved, and the fact she was using a window as a common back door, he knew who it had to be. He grinned and shook his head, shaking in silent laughter. Who knew a person could be quite that perfect? Mainstream was nothing to her. It took him a short moment to realize she was hurtling towards him, and therefore he had less time to react when she leapt upon him, but he hugged her tightly back through his shock and revived laughing. The combined weight of her on top of him sent them thudding into the front of his car, but he hardly noticed-he had a girl on top of him for pete's sake. For anybody's sake, for that matter.

He especially enjoyed her inappropriate greeting, well aware of the falling darkness but feeling like the sentiment was apt. Who cared what time it was? It could be morning whenever you wanted it to be, just like you could have breakfast any damn time of day you wanted. Just as he was getting to enjoy the hug she stepped back, a wide eyed remorseful look on her face, hand to her mouth. He didnt have to wonder for long, and immediatly knew she was ribbing him. He bent down near the hood and stroked it contemplativly, as if listening to the car-as if it was talking. You know, I dont think you caused any outward damage, but I do believe you've hurt Ivan's feelings. He likes to pretend he's as tough as a tank, and you've just shattered his pathetic little dreams. Nate gave Winter a sad, matter-of-fact look before he could hold it no longer and broke into a grin.

Hop in, lets go somewhere. He made his way over to the driver's side and slid in, starting the car smoothly. Instead of the roar of the giant engine hidden beneath the hood of the relatively normal car, it started with the purr of a ferrari, due to some extra time, mufflers, and various parts. He could smoke a porshe in this thing. It made him feel good to know that, even though he probably would never come up against a situation where he would have the chance to race against a porshe. How fun that would be. He hiked up his white skinny jeans as he sat deeper in the seat, under his deep red, black and neon green hoodie. He felt a fleeting urge to put on his aviator sunglasses because of her reference to the morning but it was too dark and his glasses were tinted to the maximum amount that still allows you to see out of them, so he figured he'd save those gems for another day. To the coffee shop?

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ooc | where do you want them to go? They could go to the coffee shop or just wander.
p.s. liquid paper is death. Just remember that if youre ever using it.