Homecoming Dance (Closing July 5th)

[Cassandra Graham]

She couldn't help but laugh a bit when she saw the confused look on his face after her comment, figuring he was probably a bit shocked to her reaction, especially if she was right as to why he'd called her appearance nice instead of any other word, which was most likely in order not to offend her, as though any kind of words could offend her anymore. She'd heard a lot worse than hot, and anyway she considered that to be a compliment, not an insult. Besides, bitch and whore where usually higher up on the list of comments she got, and she didn't even feel angry or anything anymore when she heard them. People could think whatever they wanted about her, it wouldn't change who she was or how she acted. Nothing could do that, at least she was pretty sure of that. So it might not necessarily be true at the end of the day because who knew how things would turn out, maybe someday she'd find someone who'd manage changing her completely or at least make her a bit easier to live with, but at that point in her life, she found it very doubtful and she didn't even like the thought of it anyway. Why would she want to change when she'd just gotten used herself to who she was? Anyway, she didn't really think anyone would even bother to attempt changing her at this point.

She followed him inside the gym and looked around without much feeling or anything, unlike all the other students who'd been slightly surprised or at least pleased at the sight of it. She'd seen more, of course, and she'd been to so many formal events by now this one was just another to add to the list. The only difference was that she'd actually decided on her own to come here with Joel, though she wasn't really sure why, but still she had and it was her own decision, not her parents', not anybody else's. She wasn't sure how much she'd enjoy it still, but she at least planned on not being completely bored out of her mind. That was a pretty good goal to achieve she thought, and besides, Joel wasn't that bad. He was a nice guy, quite attractive too, and he didn't seem to judge her the way other people did. When he asked her whether she wanted to dance now or later, she shrugged lightly and looked around at those who were dancing and those who were sitting, figuring the latter seemed a lot more bored than the others who actually looked to be enjoying themselves. "Now sounds fine," she said. "If you're up to it," she added, shrugging once more.

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[Addison Micklesen]

Addie moved a bit closer to Holly as they kept dancing, lightly moving her fingers along the back of her neck absentmindedly while she looked around at the other people who were dancing, noticing Andrew as he walked inside the gym and frowning lightly but deciding tonight was not a night she wanted to ruin, and getting into a fight with him would definitely ruin it. She was here to have fun and enjoy her time with Holly, and that was what she planned on doing. At least, if her feet stopped aching. She'd realized a bit after she'd started dancing why most girls always complained about heels - they were killing her already. They would definitely join Holly's under the table soon enough, but she figured she might actually have to take a small break from dancing after this song and massage her feet a bit. She didn't want to be stuck sitting all day tomorrow because she couldn't stand without her feet hurting, and if she kept those shoes on any longer, it would probably look like that by the end of the evening even. At least now she definitely knew why she prefered flat shoes.

She shook her head slightly as Holly said she'd be surprised if Milo made it through the waiting part without cheating. "I don't know... it does worry me a bit," she admitted. "But he does seem to be into her a lot and who knows, he might actually get closer to her and realizes he likes her for real. If that happens, he probably won't want to cheat or anything, or he'll stop himself before he does it if he gets close to it cause he'll realize he doesn't want to hurt her or whatever," she shrugged lightly, sighing a bit. She really, really hoped Milo wouldn't do something stupid, because she was sure Taylor wouldn't give him a second chance if he screwed it up by hooking up with another girl while they were dating. That'd be the end of it and she'd have to deal with an overly angsty best friend. That was never really fun. "At least, we can hope for the best," she said with a small nod as the song ended and she smiled a bit, pulling away slightly from Holly. "Do you mind if we sit for a bit? I really should have followed your example and taken off those damn shoes," she said, making a face. She just hoped she didn't have any blisters just yet.

[Taylor Smith]

Taylor knew the song must be ending soon and she actually felt a bit sad about it - she didn't know if he'd want to leave after that and go hang out with his friends or something, but truth be told, she didn't want him to. She wanted to keep dancing with him because... well, just because. She was enjoying it - she liked the feeling of being close to him, though it wasn't all that close, and she liked the strange sensations she felt from the closeness, the butterflies in her stomach, the small tingles wherever his skin touched hers, the increasing warmth on the spot on her back where his hand touched... and the overall warmth of her body itself as she kept blushing and blushing after all the comments he made. So the blushing part she didn't overly enjoy, but she did like the comments that caused it, though they made her feel a bit uncomfortable at the same time. She tried pushing that feeling away though, wanting to enjoy the time she had with him, not knowing how much more of it she would. She could see Addie and Holly from the corner of her eye, and she'd seen them glanced at her and Milo a few times so she thought they might be talking about them, but she wasn't really curious about what it was... right now. She might have to talk to Addie later though.

She bit down on her bottom lip slightly to restrain a sigh when the song did end, feeling like she ought to say something when she felt Milo pulling away a bit from her, really not liking the emptiness she felt now - being in his arms had felt just so great, now it was just... well, pretty much just bad. She wanted to feel his arms around her again but she didn't really know how to ask or make him know she wanted to, so she figured she might just have to suck it up and let go of him. However, as she listened to him talk, a light smile formed on her lips and she looked up at him, not really taking offense from the indifference of his voice, figuring he might not be all that indifferent about it after all, or at least she hoped so. "I like the second option better," she said after a short silence, smiling a bit as she looked up at him, meeting his eyes though she'd rather have looked away at this point. Looking people in the eyes often made her uncomfortable, maybe because of the saying 'the eyes are the windows to the soul'. Looking into someone's soul felt like a bit of a privacy invasion to her, but that might also just be crazy talk. "I don't want to stop dancing," she then added, biting down on her bottom lip to restrain herself from adding 'with you', though at this point she didn't really think it would have caused any harm other than giving him the option of saying something that'd make her blush some more.

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[Marley Crane]

Marley smiled, blushing lightly when Andrew said that she should keep dreaming and that she was stuck with him for the night. She put on a fake frown and rolled her eyes dramatically, saying, "Aww well doesn't that just suck?" and she laughed, shaking her head. She noticed his face when he said that his parents forced him to take dancing lessons. She scruched her nose at that. Being forced to learn how to dance must have been dreadful. That definitely took all the fun out of it and made it more like a chore. How boring. She squeezed his shoulder and smiled. She knew the whole parent thing was kind of an odd topic for him to talk about. Without thinking, she said, "Yeah, well my the only things my parents forced me to do were pretty much to get out of the house, leave them alone and when my mom left, it was more of cleaning up after my dad and keeping my mouth shut about things that happened in the house."

Noticing the long string of information she just spilled out, her face turned beet red and she didn't meet his eyes. She'd never talked about her parents to anybody and then she just blurted that out. She winced, looking back up at him and said, "Sorry about that. I don't know where that came from." and she chuckled nervously, focusing on the right dance steps, which of course when you focus it only makes you more nervous and then what? Yeah, she tripped, but grabbed Andrews shoulders, making sure not to fall - which she didn't. She sighed, stepping back slowly. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. The whole thing just caught her off-guard. Being used to no one knowing about her parents, it kind of scared her that she had just told someone a bit about what went on in the house. Sure, there were worse houses, and she knew there was, but hers wasn't exactly a bed of roses either. She slightly wondered what Andrew was thinking, but she didn't want to ask. She mostly just wanted to get off of the topic and never go back to it ever again. Nodding softly, she stepped closer and placed her hand in his while the other went to his shoulder and they continued dancing. The awkward moment slowly fading as she was held close while they danced. It was kind of corny but one of the best feelings was being held by Andrew. Marley normally hated corny, but she was okay with it at the moment.

[Trent Montgomery]

Trent walked up the stairs from the lower left wing, which held the music rooms. He was attempting to finish writing his song before the Homecoming Dance, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen. He had gotten dressed after school let out and then headed back to the music room to work on his song. But as he had sat there, he wasn't able to write. He was thinking of the dance - which was weird for him because he wasn't usually the dancing type and he'd never usually care about such things. He seemed to be caring about a lot of things that he used to never give a shit about. Hell, he cared. What was that? He couldn't understand it and he knew that it might be a while before he even began to. Maybe it was because he was growing up? Hmm.. maybe. Since he hadn't been able to focus on his song, he decided he wouldn't show up late and he would actually show up rather early - for him at least.

As he made it up the empty stairs, he began hearing faint music off that he knew was coming from the dance. It was the type of music that he'd never listen to, but that was what the majority of the school listened to. He continued walking and scowled at the strange stares people were giving him. Most of them wouldn't even think he would come near a dance, let alone be attending one. He coughed and headed inside, checking out who all was there. He recognized a few people there, but no one yet worth acknowledging. He saw Addie and just rolled his eyes. He'd never liked her and ever since the incident with Andrew last year, he'd thought of her as a bitch. He considered Andrew to be an alright guy and a decent friend. Speaking of the devil himself, he noticed him dancing with some girl. He smirked and made his way over to him, patting him on the back. He was about to say something when he noticed who he was dancing with. His eyes grew wide and he cursed softly. He gave Andrew a small nod and said, "Yeah, uh, good luck with that." and then walked off.

Oh out of all the things that could go wrong tonight, it had to be the top thing at his list. He had to see Marley Crane - the bitch herself. He cursed under his breath once more and made his way closer to the stage - nearer to the snacks. No, he wasn't going to get pissed. Not tonight. He would avoid Andrew and Marley at all costs. He finally reached the food table and grabbed some punch, downing a whole glass. Just as he was turning around, someone caught his eye. He turned to get a better look and saw her - Abigail Donner. He was unaware that from the moment he saw her, he was smiling. He scowled as he realized this and then shook it off, looking everywhere but over there. What was his problem?

[Elijah Emerson]

Elijah grinned at the blush etching gorgeously onto her perfectly flawless face. The way her eyes lit up, thoughts almost noticeable, flickering behind those eyes. Her hair, her dress, her body. Not to much exposed skin, but just enough to leave a lot to the imagination. And enough to have Elijah practically gawking at her. His gaze never left her, he wasn’t concerned with anything else. But he was taken aback when she thanked him for the corsage and he shook his head. “It’s really nothing at all.” He told her, his voice catching slightly. Even his first glance hadn’t been disappointing, and he barely heard her say she’d scatter off to put his flower in water so that its life would be preserved for a bit longer than had it not been put in water. He was too busy watching her retreating form, and wishing and wanting so bad to follow her. Though she’d probably smack him silly, his actions ruining the entire night for the both of them. And while it was what he wanted, he resisted and attempted diverting his gaze to something other than the remnants…the fading vision of her ass sauntering off to take care of a roses that he had purchased for her. He felt so unnecessarily special. And he liked it.

He’d made sure that in the time she’d left to the time she returned that he’d straightened himself out, making sure his abnormally(hahaa okay so maybe no so strange) raging hormones were at bay. Straightening up, he smiled at her, subtly clearing his suddenly dry throat as he watched her lips move. This was a form of torture, that men found extremely arousing, but girls never knew of it. It was even more attractive, that she was oblivious to it. And dear lord. Gah! There went that blush again, after something he’d said. Commenting on her stunning beauty. That scarlet hue that he found so particularly attractive. She radiated elegance, and gorgeousness. He thanked her for her words, and grinned as he caught her scanning his body. That was new, but certainly not unwelcome. And only more blush to add on top of the blush that was already beginning to settle in her cheeks.

There was a very odd silence as they walked down the hall towards their destination. This was slightly new to Elijah, but he was busy retracting the thoughts circulating through his mind. Like the previous one, which had her pinned against a door, Elijah’s lips definitely not being used for useless banter. It was times like these when one wondered if someone could read their mind, if she could, he’d be dead. He was drawn out of his thoughts by her soft voice speaking words he’d almost missed. “As am I. I’m really glad I asked you too.” He replied, the tone of his voice edging on husky. It was probably a sin to be thinking such things about her, especially considering her innocence and the fact that they barely knew one another. But meh, if everyone was afraid of what would come of their sins, they wouldn’t commit them. The silence returned, it was inevitable. Elijah really couldn’t help the dirtiness of his mind, and she couldn’t help how shy she was. So they walked in silence covering a bunch of distance as Elijah struggled with the purity of his mind, inwardly groaning at his lack of control at times. He stepped a bit closer, looking up and holding the front door open for her, waiting for her to step through before he did the same Amazingly he kept his eyes from wandering to a lovely asset, and instead followed her and eventually found his way back at her side. He held out his arm for her to link with as they walked down their path to get to the entrance of the dance.

“How long did it take you to get ready?” he asked her, attempting to break the silence that was basically smothering him. This was going to be an amazing, but extremely long night. And he was all for it.

[Andrew Preston]

He smirked lightly when he saw the blush on her cheeks, chuckling a bit when he saw her roll her eyes, shaking his head slightly at the fake frown upon her face. He was really glad he'd decided to come with her, and that was a bit weird. Not because it was her... but because he was actually glad about something. He was used to indifference when it came to most things, and he really just tried not to let out too many feelings, especially when it came to girls. Most of the time he considered girls to be more trouble than anything else, but Marley didn't seem like that. And if she was, well... she was some really hot trouble. He really couldn't get anything out of his mind of what had happened with her at the theater, and then after his one night stand with Elle... he wasn't sure if he'd even be able to even see other girls with a clear mind before he got enough of her, which he didn't even think was possible. He'd become addicted to her, fast and strong, and he just couldn't think of anything else but kissing her again, and then... well... all the fun stuff. Yeah, that'd be so good...

He shook that thought out of his mind and was brought back to the present when he heard speak, frowning lightly as he listened to her, realizing it was the first time she spoke about her family, and it didn't look as though it was a very happy environment either. He didn't say anything just yet, figuring she hadn't expected herself to say anything about it especially after she turned such a deep shade of red and looked away from him. He was about to say something when she tripped and he tightened his hold on her waist slightly, sighing a bit when she took a step back. "Hey... it's alright," he said with a light frown, hesitating slightly before softly running his fingers along her cheek. "Doesn't sound like a piece of cake," he added, figuring her life was surely no easier than his. In some ways, he thought it might be one of the reasons why they were so attracted to each other, if that made sense... they both just needed someone to forget the pain and all of it, but most people just weren't made for that. The two of them could understand the feeling though. He smiled slightly when he felt her moving closer again and took her hand back in his, moving it so that it was wrapped around his neck instead and doing the same with her other hand, pulling her slightly closer as he wrapped both his arms around his waist, bending his head down so that his forehead was slightly pressed against her. "You might find it easier that way not to trip," he said with a hint of teasing in his voice.

[Abigail Donner]

Abigail was currently wondering why she'd even decided to come to Homecoming, because sitting she could have done in her own dorm room. She was pretty much bored out of her mind, and figured it was probably her own fault for not going toward other people herself and talking to them, but she didn't really know anybody all that well that was around here right now. Well, she'd seen Noah entering the place earlier on, but he seemed to have a date so she didn't want to bother him. Honestly, she probably wouldn't have come if it wasn't from the fact that she didn't have anything else to do. She'd finished working on her script for Film class and she didn't really feel like doing some homework or just aimlessly walking around in Kansas City. Then, she couldn't get online on her laptop because her mother would probably be on there and she'd ask her why she was on and not at homecoming. Honestly, only her mother would know when homecoming was even if it wasn't a nearby school. It was quite annoying.

So, for lack of better thing to do, she'd actually gone shopping and found a dress that wasn't all that bad, at least not as bad as the one her mother had sent, and she'd made her way to homecoming. She wasn't necessarily as dressed up as other people here - of course she had a formal dress on and pretty shoes - she loved the shoes - but she didn't really wear a lot of makeup, only some pink tinted gloss and some black eyeliner, and her hair was down like usual. There wasn't much to do with curly hair so she rarely bothered with it. Her mother would probably tell her off about her appearance tonight if she saw her, but it was one of the rare times Abby didn't care about what her mother would have said. She'd probably end up feeling guilty about it later on, but at this very moment, there really wasn't anything she wanted to change about her appearance because she figured it wasn't worth it anyway. Who would notice? Yeah, probably nobody. She didn't mind, but it made a good excuse.

She was busy looking at the gym entrance when she noticed a guy entering and soon recognized him as Trent. She bit down on her bottom lip lightly and unknowingly kept following him with her eyes, focusing on thinking that it was typical of him to show up to a semi-formal event wearing jeans... which in looked really good in. She was confused as to why he was even here... but God he looked hot. When she saw him turning his head to look at her, she swiftly looked away, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she cursed herself mentally. She had to get a brain check because there was something wrong with it right now. She really couldn't understand why she was so attracted to the damn guy. He was so aggravating... and handsome.

[Roxanne Emerson]

Roxanne wasn't really sure of how to feel at this point about the whole evening, and Elijah. She wasn't sure how to act, how to talk, what to say, it was all so confusing to her, much more than dating back in middle school. Then, it wasn't really a problem, you just asked someone out and that merely involved bragging to other people that you had a boyfriend or a girlfriend, and holding hands. At least, that's how it'd been for her, because her parents forbid her to kiss someone on the mouth until she turned sixteen. Not that she'd ever wanted to anyway, she'd really never thought of a good enough reason to press her lips to someone else's. Plus, boys tended to be yucky in her point of view when she was younger and just holding their hands sometimes wasn't all that pleasant to her because they were often sweaty, and there was nothing worse than sweaty palms. Well... at least back then there wasn't. However, when she'd seen Elijah tonight, and the way he looked at her, for the first time she'd actually wanted to do disobey her parents. After all, fifteen wasn't all that far from sixteen... though she'd only just turned fifteen, but that didn't really matter, did it? Surely it didn't...

As he answered her question, saying he was glad he'd asked her, she couldn't help but bite down on her bottom lip, no longer caring about her lipstick - anyway she had a small purse and it was in there so if there was any retouching to be done, it wouldn't be a problem - when she heard the tone of his voice, shivering slightly. There was definitely something not quite innocent about the way he'd just spoken, and it sounded strangely... attractive. Alluring, even. She couldn't help but wonder at this point what he must have been thinking of, because there was definitely no reason for his voice to sound that way if it only concerned the small bits of conversation they were having right now. After all, he was a boy, and his thoughts were surely not always so pure... she forced herself not to blush as she thought of that, figuring it would be a bit awkward to blush without a valuable reason to do so, but the mere thought that he could be having not so innocent thoughts about her through his mind was... strangely not offending. She couldn't quite say why, but it didn't even bother her, if not from the fact that she was slightly embarrassed by it, but she was doing a good enough job at hiding it.

The blush did come later on though as he asked how long it'd taken her to get ready just after she'd taken the offered arm - after a short hesitation, then figured it would look silly if he just held out his arm and she ignored it. She'd pretty much hoped that question wouldn't get asked, because she was sure he'd think her crazy for having taken so much time on getting ready. So she'd spent a lot of time soaking in a bubble-filled bathtub - she figured that was a more effective way of smelling good than perfume, and it was also her best ways of relaxing, which she'd been in great need of after waking up. The thought of going to a dance with Elijah had made her strangely nervous from the moment she'd woken up, and it was surely the best way to calm her nerves. "Well... I don't know how long exactly," she said, looking down at her feet with a light blush. "Pretty much the whole day," she sighed. She wished she was better at lying, but she prefered honesty anyway. Besides, she figured that if he liked the result of her long day of getting ready, he wouldn't really comment much on the length of time that'd been used for the whole process, would he?

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[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina looked at the clock on her computer and almost died. She was going to be really late for the dance. She had gone to most of the dances for the Academy because she just loved to dance. Not to mention she kind of did like dressing up. Most of the time though she sadly ended up dancing by herself by some vacant wall while everyone else had fun with their friends. Kristina was kind of a loner. She absolutely hated it. She was trying to up her status, but it wasn't going all that well. She sighed as she stepped into her dress. She had made sure it was a step in before she did her hair. If felt nice to be all dressed up. Even if it did always end up in vain because no one ever noticed her. It still made her feel pretty. Like she was something special. Like she would actually make some heads turn. Although it more then likely never happened, she liked to think it did.

Kristina walked into the dance. She was feeling a bit shy, because she was so late. She sighed as she searched for a friendly face. Her search came up empty. She walked over to a space by the wall. She knew this was were she was going to be spending most of her time here anyways. She sighed lightly as she could feel the depression of no one noticing her sink in. She didn't know why she bothered. Yet she still did. She didn't have that many friends at the Academy anyways. She knew this was going to happen and yet she did it anyways. She shook her head. She should be more optimistic. She had after all just gotten there. If no one noticed her, she still made the effort to put herself out there. If people didn't want to talk to her that was their problem. OK yeah it hurt her a little bit, but it wasn't like she wasn't used to it.

[Marley Crane]

Marley felt herself slowly calming down as Andrew said that it was alright and in a way comfort her by stroking her cheek and telling her what she already knew - it wasn't a piece of cake. She bit her lip and walked back to him, ready to dance once more when she felt him move her arms so that they were behind his neck. Being pulled closer to him made her blush slightly. Why was she blushing so much tonight? Good God! His arms wrapped around her waste and a shock went through her - not that different from that night at the theater. She smiled lightly and closed her eyes as she felt his forehead against hers. It was his teasing comment that made her stick out her tongue playfully at him once more. It was odd how he calmed her down that fast. Normally when she thought about her family, she wasn't able to calm down for a while, but she was fine so fast. That was really strange to her. She danced slowly with him, noticing that dancing this way was much easier considering she'd never really danced before at all.

Just as she was completely calm, she heard a voice and she opened her eyes to see Trent - of all people - patting Andrew on the back. She tilted her head to the side and then caught eyes with him. He was friends with Andrew? No.... really? That was odd. The one guy that she hated hardcore and he was friends with the one that she was falling for fast. She scowled at Trent's next comment and resisted the urge to flip him off. He really could get her blood boiling. She'd gotten into fights with him before and it hadn't ended pretty. She wasn't going to do that - not tonight. Shaking her head, she looked back at Andrew when Trent walked off, and smiled. "So," she started, pushing her body even closer to his. "Is your heart set on this dance or would you like to go do something a little more," she raised her eyebrows up and down, "fun?" She leaned up and caught his lips with her own, kissing him soft yet deep for a second or two and then pulled away, looking him in the eyes and waiting for his reaction.

[Mandy Steele]

She smiled slightly as he took her hand and lead her out toward the dance floor, the weird tingling feeling was back again. She really hoped it wasn't going to become a common occurrence, it made her feel a bit awkward - well actually everything was making her feel awkward. at this point in time. Though she couldn't help but wonder if he was getting the same tingly feeling that she was from their contact. Though right now she was becoming increasingly more nervous about the slow song that was playing. Mostly because she realized that she was going to have to be close to him, how in the world were these tingles going to affect he being close to him. And if she was going to be even closer to him, wouldn't it stand to reason that the tingles were just going to get worse if she got closer to him. And how was she suppose to focus if she had all the little tingles running along her body making it hard to think? Maybe if she was very lucky than the tingles would just disappear as she got a bit closer to him, even though there'd still be contact between the two of them.

She managed to give a small smile once they were had reached the spot on the dance floor on which they were apparently going to dance. She put the hand that wasn't in his own on his shoulder, her hopes about the tingles weren't coming true, they were worse than ever on every place that her body was touching his. She liked the way that her hand felt in his though, once she got past the tingles. Actually, she liked the amount of closeness that they had, even though they weren't really standing all that close to one another, it was still closer than before and she liked it. She tried to follow the lead that he was setting and found that she wasn't doing horribly, luckily her feet seemed to be behaving tonight at the very least. She danced with him in silence for a few minutes before she looked up at him curiously. She'd wanted to ask him something, she just hadn't gotten around to it yet. "Aidan?" she asked, tilting her head slightly as she looked up at him. "What'd you wanna bring me here tonight?" she asked, there wasn't any hidden self esteem issues or anything behind the question, but just honest curiosity of why he'd picked her.

[Trent Montgomery]

As Trent looked all around the dance, he couldn't help but keep coming back to gaze over Abigail. She looked stunning in that dress. The pink color looked great against her skin and the dress fit her just right - not like the dress in the park that one day. He smiled as he saw her blush. He half wondered if she was blushing because of him, but then he shook that thought away, knowing that wouldn't be even close to possible for her to be thinking of him in that way. He annoyed her too much. But, why not give it a try, right? He made his way through the crowd, heading towards her. He thought he saw her look his way, but he wasn't so sure. He was on a mission. Maybe there was a reason he came to this dance after all. He smirked as he appeared right in front of her. "Well, you look amazing tonight, Abigail."

His smile widened. Seriously, what was wrong with him? He never smiled. What was she doing to him? Coughing slightly, he grabbed her hand, lightly leading her to the dance floor. He knew she would probably get all up in his face for doing that, but he wanted to dance with her - so a dance he would get. Selfish maybe, but who was he to care? As they made it to a spot where no one was dancing, he put her arms behind his neck and began dancing, "Sorry, I just wanted to steal a dance." He leaned down, "If that's okay with you." Not like she had a choice. She was already there with him. He blinked slightly as he felt her waist. That was an odd feeling. He was pretty sure a blush went to his cheeks, but he'd never admit it. He gazed over her face. She looked amazing tonight. Maybe this dance was worth it after all.

[Elijah Emerson]

So maybe, asking her to homecoming had its downfall. He was really having trouble not stealing obvious glances at her. Backside and all. Wasn’t he supposed to be a courteous guy? One of the once in a lifetimes, that you snag through long waiting and arduous looking. Yes, he was one of those guys, the ones who didn’t pressure. One of the ones who just wanted to make everything as perfectly comfortable for the girl as possible. Don’t get him wrong, he loved sex, and actually did need it. Just not as often as a lot of guys claimed that it was necessary. That was part of the reason why he couldn’t help but stare at her ass, and the way she walked. That dress, and how it fit her so perfectly. And actually showed some of the curves he knew existed, even if she hadn’t intended them to. Every small detail about her. The way she bit her lip when he said something that made her think/ Hopefully about things she probably would scold herself for thinking. Things that her religious mindset couldn’t handle. Her blush, that crept so slowly into her face when he said something that flattered her or embarrassed her. And yet, though he knew it probably made her a bit uncomfortable, he couldn’t help himself. It was one of the most amazing sights he’d ever seen on a girl. Not many girls were as true as her nowadays. So innocent…so delicate and fragile. It excited him…in more ways than one.

His thoughts wandered off of her body and he thought about how it would be to dance with her. She probably wouldn’t be all for the grinding thing, which was fine, but how awkward would it be for them to be the only ones standing around doing the traditional dancing while all their peers would be in the middle of the floor, having sex through their clothes. Did he want to do that with Roxanne? Hell yes. Would he force her? No. Though maybe try to break her out of the shell she lived in for at least the night. A lot of guys talked about her in the locker room, at lunch. Torn between how they wanted to be the ones to take her innocence -which Elijah usually avoided or spoke to make them change the subject- and how much of a bore she must have been. Only Elijah saw it differently. He knew people were shocked about him asking her, a lot of girls jealous, but he’d asked her to the dance because she caught and held his eye and attention. Yes there were many other girls he could have asked, but really, he was a bit tired of the typical girl. Ask her out, make-out with her, fuck her, and then forget and be forgotten. He knew that Roxanne wasn’t like that and would actually give him some sort of a challenge, and he found that more alluring than any girl he’d encountered in the last few months.

His thoughts were cut short when he felt her arm link with his, and he subtly pushed himself closer to her, getting a whiff of whatever it was that she was wearing. His teeth grazed his lips as he took in her aroma, closing his eyes for a second as he awaited her answer. What he wouldn’t give to smell that all the time. It was just enough perfume to buzz his senses, not too much like a lot of the girls. It was great. She began answering his question, his gaze turned abruptly to her, and a smirk formed on his perfect face when he noted the blush. He was shocked to know how long it’d taken her to prepare herself for the dance. It was a bit flattering that she’d taken so much time to get ready for him. Or tease me, I just haven’t figure it out yet he though, nodding his head with a smile. It was worth it though, for him at least, he couldn’t imagine how tiring that would be. The way she looked tonight was enough to stop any crowd, and he half wished that she’d only dressed for him, Selfish really. He wished that this was a date, rather than a homecoming date. But hopefully after the night was done, she’d want to see more of him and therefore they could schedule an actual date.

“You look beautiful though.” He told her, almost breathless. Though he’d said it mainly for the blush he knew would arrive soon after. He could probably count down the seconds until her face was red with said blush. It amused him, and only made her look more gorgeous than she did already. He’d been so engulfed in his own thoughts that he hadn’t noticed the entrance to the dance stood before them, and he reached out for the handle and pulled the door open. Holding it open, he used his other hand to guide her, by resting it on her back. “After you.” He said grinning as he resisted dipping his hand a little lower. Well hey, he was only human, and of the male species. The music was blasting the latest tune, and the light were dimmed almost completely as scattered dots of light reflected from the hip disco ball above. Coloring their faces and the fronts of their clothes in brightly colored speckles of light, and he grinned as he leaned over to whisper in her ear. The loudly bumping music his excuse for the gesture. “Do you need or want anything?” he asked her, rubbing her back subconsciously.

[Andrew Preston]

He smiled lightly when he saw her blush, keeping himself from kissing her just now, though it wouldn't probably happen sooner or later because neither of them seemed to be able to keep one another off the other one... especially her, apparently, or so it'd been that way the other night. He chucked slightly when she stuck out her tongue at him, rolling his eyes. "Well, aren't you a grown woman," he teased, grinning slightly as his eyes travelled down along her body, having a pretty good view of her cleavage from this point and well... that was definitely a nice view. About that, he definitely couldn't tease regarding the grown woman bit. He couldn't help but wonder when he'd be able to see a bit more of her, and somehow he'd been hoping tonight could possibly happen. It was strange though, and he was a bit confused by the way he felt about it. Usually, the sex meant an end for him - it was probably a bad thing, but he tended to get a bit more distant after that, until he just plainly broke it off. But with Marley, it wasn't even an option in his mind, and it wasn't just because he wanted to screw her repetitively. Well, he did, but not just that. He actually wanted to... be with her. Scary.

He was awoken from his train of thoughts when he felt a hand on his back and turned to see Trent, grinning slightly at him with a nod, though the grin faded from his face and turned into a frown after what the other guy said and then looked back at Marley with a raised eyebrow - he wasn't aware of what'd happened between the two of them, but it was easy to see neither had seemed happy to see the other. He then decided to simply shrug it off, figuring it was probably not so important and, if anything, he guessed she probably had the same views on it as he when he'd seen Addie. He didn't want to ruin the evening, and she probably didn't either. As she pressed her body closer to his, he listened to her and his stomach tightened slightly as he heard her words, figuring he was getting the right meaning or at least hoping he was. Before he could answer, he felt her lips on his and answered to the kiss just as deeply, pressing her slightly closer to him with a light groan when she pulled away. "I think the second option definitely sounds more appealing," he said, looking into her eyes intently.