002 - April 6, 2006...Later
Amy leaves the elevator rubbing her right eye with the ball of her palm. She is wearing a brown string tank top and purple kitty print pajama pants. She is wearing a black school printed hoodie over it, but her thin top and bra straps are still visible. Shes actualy wearing purple fuzzy slippers and her hair, messy, uncombed, is half pulled up with a banana clip but tendrils fall down at either side. She yawns as she walks into the main lobby of the dorm bulding where it houses one of many cafeterias.
Davey ends up leaving the other elevator before Amy gets downstairs, pulling his long hair back into a messy ponytail as he heads towards the main cafeteria, feeling rather self-conscious wearing the now-too-short blue and green plaid flannel pajama pants his foster parents had bought him last year (before his growth spurt). A little less conspicuous is the plain black t-shirt he often wears to bed. Glancing around to all the familiar faces, Davey doesn't see Amy's, and resolves to act like there's nothing out of the ordinary as he moves towards the breakfast bar - besides the fact he's showed up in his pajamas for the first time since his first year here.
She yawned again and moved by the oversized fake plant that marked the center of the atrium. From the left of the elevators was the entrance to the cafe (cafeterium). Too the right, study rooms and a computer room (where the printer was out of ink.) Frontwize the two main doors of the building, glass, with a security desk. She rubbed her hand in her eye again and stretched her arms up. Being a dancer (ONCE when she was 7), she arched her back in a curve as she pulled on her shoulder muslces. When she felt the pop and pressure give way did she feel more awake. The eyeliner and her crying had resulted in dark circles and 'racoon' eyes, which contrasted her pale face. On the whole, she was extremly petite and thin, but was lost to the curves many other girls had. She had the body of a 12 year old still in puberty with small perky breasts and a child's face.
Ignoring some of the laughs and mocking whistles that accompanied his progress towards where the food was laid out (he thought they were directed his way, anyway) Davey picked up a plate as he reached the breakfast bar, looking down the table at the array of food before glancing around again. Only then did he notice Amy over in the center of the lobby, stretching. As always when he saw her, he felt that now very familiar swooping feeling in his stomach, followed by a feeling not unlike butterflies, and he couldn't quite stop the sloppy grin from stretching across his face as he watched her. Oh yeah. Totally cute as hell. Abruptly, he remembered his promise to 'say hi' to her, and started to make his way back over to her, plate still in hand without him realizing it. "Hey, uh... Amy? Amy, hi!" he called out, waving with his free hand as he got closer, trying and failing to suppress a self-conscious blush.
She was looking towards the street and sunshine when she heard her name in an unfamiliar voice. She looked over quickly and her large green eyes fell onto the only other person in pajamas in the area. There he was, only instead of his hair drapping like a curtain in front of his face, it was pulled up in a knot with only whisps pulling out and floating. He was..was he holding a tray? And waving?? She arched her eyebrows up at that, and silently felt a small laugh want to jerk out of her. Not anything against him, it was just...interesting. Hugging the ends of her hoodie around her small form, she shuffled over to where he stood and stood up on her tip toes to sniff the air over the tray. "mmm..waffles." She said, and nodded to him. "Hi." she said in the absolute Softest of voices. Before he could reply she was shuffling past him, around some chairs, to the buffet style table.
He swallowed hard at that, finding that his gaze unfocused for a moment when she spoke to him - actually SPOKE to him - and he turned to watch her, glancing down to realize that he HAD grabbed waffles. Must have been an unconscious thing. Davey followed her back to the table to grab a little something else and something to drink, and hovered uncertainly for a moment before saying in a faint voice meant for only her to hear, "You probably want to sit with your friends, right?"
She dropped the tray empty on the table near by, empty and perfectly round. "No," she said as she slid down to sit, actually able to draw her legs up indian style on the chair. She was already stabbing her fork into the strawberries. She looked over at him and aved her arm over and patted the chair next to her. "Sit. sit, eat."
For a moment, Davey stood rooted to the spot, trying to decide if this was actually happening, or if he had maybe fallen asleep after all. A moment later, though, he managed a weak, "Okay," as he set his breakfast tray down and sat down next to her, giving her a slightly nervous, awed look before popping an orange slice into his mouth. Saved him having to think of something to say, anyway, he was so tongue tied now he'd probably stutter over everything now.
She actually slumped over her tray a little as she poked and ate some. Those tendrils of her hair fell in front of her face, and she seemed to ignore them. She side glanced at him, just out of curiosity, as she went to drink some water.
At that moment, Davey was glancing around at the other students in the room as he started on the waffles, feeling very self-conscious - like everyone was watching them or something. Maybe he was just being paranoid. Think of something to say, kid, it's just like improv in theater.
Amy was about to say something when she heard someone call out her name. She looked up quickly and over as two girls (fully dressed and primped) walked over looking mildly confused and concerned.
"Amy!" Cheryl Lynn called and then attempted to tap Amy on the shoulder, completly ignoring the boy.
Rachel spared one quick glance for the boy, dismissing him with a toss of her hair as she stood a bit behind Cherril. "Amy, what are you doing?" she asked, giving her friend a strange look. It wasn't like Amy to go anywhere like this - smudged makeup and pajamas?
Amy stood up slowly, chewing something and then swallowing. "rachel..Cheryl Lynn...Good morning." She replied in her thick New Yorkan accent. "Cawfee?"
"Will you please...excuse us?" Cheryl announced and hooked her arm around Amy's to guide h er away.
Looking up, Davey gave a start at seeing Amy's friends standing RIGHT THERE. Great, now he felt like the biggest dork ever. "Oh, um... alright," he said lamely, half standing from his chair as he looked back at Amy, at a loss for what to say.
Rachel stepped forward to hook her arm around Amy's free arm and, with Cheryl Lynn, started to guide her away as she leaned in to whisper (purposely loudly enough for HIM to hear) to her friend, "What are you doing with HIM? Oh my *gawd*, Amy, he's so weird!"
"What are you doing dressed LIKE that?" Cherryl replied at the same time as Rachel. "In your pajamas!?" She was combing her hair through Amy's hair in the pony tail.
Amy looked from one to the other, and made a rather pathetic expression. "What...what?" She said to the both of them.
"I'm just having breakfast.."
"And with your makeup from *last night* all smudged, too," Rachel added, reaching up in an attempt to wipe away some of the smudged eyeliner under Amy's eyes. "Breakfast or no, it's not like you to go out in public like this."
"But I was hung-"
"Oh PLEASE, there is always TIME for makeup and a blow dryer," Cheryl cut her off as she undid her pony tail and began raking her fingers in her curls. "Rachel!" She called out, addressing her friend.
Oh fuck. Obviously he had been meant to hear Rachel's remark - it wasn't like he hadn't expected something like this, really. After all, this was Amy VANDERBILT, one of the more popular girls at school. And he was just the quiet artsy geek in the corner. But that didn't stop him from feeling hurt at the two girls' attitudes towards him. Keeping his head down, he didn't even call out to Amy, just sat back down slowly and slumped over his breakfast tray, starting to poke half heartedly at his food.
"Yes, Cheryl?" Rachel said, picking at an imaginary piece of lint on Amy's hoodie.
"Give AMY your SWEATER," Cheryl ordered. Cheryl then grinned at Amy. "And your banana clip."
Amy arched her eyebrows up and grinned sweetly. "You guuuuys......you're too good to me." She rolled her eyes as she smiled, thinking they were the BEST.
"Well, that's what best friends are FOR, girlfriend!" Rachel said in a laughing tone, taking a quick glance back just to make sure that guy wasn't trying to follow them or anything. Apparently satisfied by his reaction, she removed the sweater she was wearing over top the uniform, and pushed it into Amy's hands before reaching into her purse to pull a spare clip out. "Here you go, girl. Now let's fix that makeup."
"And lets get you to the bathroom." Cheryl added.
"But breakfast-" Amy started to say.
"NOW Amy. Rachel, her other arm PLEASE." Cheryl grabbed her arm and started to drag Amy off.
"Breakfast can wait, Amy," Rachel agreed, grabbing her friend's other arm as she grinned across at Cheryl. Without another word to anyone else, she and Cheryl made a beeline straight for the bathroom. After all, this was an emergency of MAJOR proportions!
"Okay..okay...Just..be gentle." Amy cooed. "I have a hangover."
"Oh...why?" Cheryl asked as she pushed the bathroom door open.
"Please tell me you were NOT with that guy last night, Amy, PLEASE?" Rachel asked, looking at her friend with wide eyes.
"What..guy?" Amy asked quietly as she clenched her eeys closed as Cheryl practically scrubbed her skin off with a paper towel.
"It was a party!" She added and then turned her head to get away from the scrubbing.
"Oh." She was quiet for a moment, rummaging in her purse for her makeup case, then added, "Well, so long as it wasn't anything to do with that... Gawd, I don't even know his name. That weird boy you were sitting with just now."
"Dav...Davey." Amy said as she hoped up to sit on the sink counter.
"Were you with Bllllaaaaine?" Cheryl cooed, grinning like an idiot.
"He is SO perfect...his eyes...his MONEY."
"Yes! What is UP with you and him?" Grinning, Rachel tilted her head as she leaned against the countertop beside Amy. "He ask you out at all yet?"
Amy had been yawning a few times, the tiredness of the all-nighter getting to her. "noo--aaaah." She tapped her hand on her mouth.
"You KNOW he was staring at you. All the time." Cheryl said, not even sure if she was right or not. She exchanged a glance with Rachel.
"He must have been! I mean, it's so obvious he likes you," Rachel declared, looking back at Cheryl curiously.
"No..he doesn't!" Amy said, smirking. She wasn't blushing, she was wiggling to get off the sink and stand.
"Talk to him. You'll see." cheryl told her as she side stepped to let Amy down.
"And we have class! Shit."
"Exactly!" Rachel said, inspecting Amy critically. Then she looked at Cheryl and moaned, "Oh no, I almost forgot! Amy are you coming?"
"Nooooo..you guys go. I'm going to bed." She said, giving them a honest grin."Hung over you know."
"Hmmm....." Cheryl said.
"Well, alright, then, you get some sleep, we'll cover for you... Right?" Rachel said, voice faltering a bit as she looked over at Cheryl for confirmation.
Cheryl shrugged. "I don't know, you should go.."
"But I might throw up..on your shoes.." Amy said, faking a gaging look.
"Oh. Ew. No." cheryl said stiffly and stepped back as if Amy was contageous.
"We'll cover for you," Rachel said hastily, a horrified look on her face at the thought of having anyone throw up on her. "Don't want you sick in class!" She looked at Cheryl and reached for the other girl's arm, as if to remind her that they needed to get going.
"Take lots of Tylenol. And Baking-I mean..Club soda-eeep" Cheryl was saying as Rachel grabed for her. "I'll get your Homework!"
Amy gave them both a pouty look as they moved and nodded. "You guys..I love you guys.." she told them.
"We love you too, Amy, just get better! Sorry, class calls!" She nodded and waited for Cheryl's lead.
Cheryl dragged Rachel out of the bathroom and both took off into the lobby. As they passed the table Davey was at, Cheryl made a comment about Blaine, and how sexy he was. "He has the BEST haircut."
"Amy's sooo lucky to have his interest," Rachel commented pointedly, sighing a bit. "I wish he were interested in me, there are so few guys WORTH our time in this school."
Cheryl lead her away, and they turned the corner going elsewhere.
Amy was still in the bathroom, and was staring at herself in the mirror. She sucked in her cheeks a few times, trying a model pose for fun.
"eeeeh...." She said to herself, not wanting to loose THAT much weight.
At that, Davey shook his head, having completely lost his appetite, and then slowly stood, taking his nearly untouched plate to one of the many garbage cans and chucking the food. As he set the tray and plate over at the counter, he glanced up at the clock, noting that he was probably going to be late for math. Oh well, he still hadn't finished his homework, he could just fake being sick if they asked. Not like his roommate would rat him out, being in a different grade. *Maybe I'll just go finish that drawing and get some sleep,* he thought, head down as he started back towards the elevators.
"Hold the elevator!" a females voice cried.
Startled, Davey stuck his foot in the door before it had closed completely, and stuck his head out the door with a bewildered look on his face. "Okay," he said, focusing on the person.
Amy zipped in and nearly hit the wall before stopping herself. "T..thanks," she breathed and glanced up atthe elevator buttons and pressed her floor number. She hadn't even noticedhim yet.
Staring, Davey quickly pushed his own floor number and then said in a quiet voice, "I'm sorry, I couldn't really ignore what your friends were saying..." He was, of course, referring to what she had said at some point during their IM conversation, but with how long the both of them had been up apparently, he wasn't sure how much she'd remember of it.
"hmm?" she said, half aware as she turned to look at him.
"Ohh. Hi." She said, a little surprised to see him. "Oh...them. Heh."
Wow, this was awkward now. "Yeah... Are you still not feeling well?" he asked as the elevator stopped on his floor. He let the doors open and then close, not wanting to leave just yet.
She shrugged. "Just don't want to go to class." She glanced at the hallway, which disappeared as the doors slid shut again and the elevator whirled its gears as it sped upwards.
"Me neither. I'm going to die if I have to try and process math work after having three hours sleep in two days..." Davey kept his eyes averted, glancing over at her only briefly, mainly because he could never be around her and NOT look at least once. Damn crushes.
"What..why?" She asked, and looked back at the door of the elevator. The room stopped and the doors opened. She stepped out slowly, and went back to looking at him, waiting for an answer.
Moving so he was leaning in the door of the elevator, Davey finally met her eyes and said, "I just stay up late a lot to get everything done. Last night was homework and then talking to you, so I'm glad I got something worthwhile out of staying up late this time." He gave her a hesitant smile before starting to pull back, saying, "You should get some sleep, that's what I'm going to do."
"I'm going to go watch a movie, actually." She told him and took a step back from the elevator, not watching where she was going."You should come by later." She said as she took another step back. "Okay?"
"Really?" Sticking his hand back in the door as they started to close, Davey's smile became a little more genuine, a bit hopeful as he said, "Like when?"
She shrugged. "Whenever." And she turned to start down the halway, slowly. She shoved her hands into the pockets of the sweater and watched the wall.
"What room number are you, or where do I find you?" he called out after her, finding that that nervous fluttery feeling in his stomach was back again, and stronger.
"Why don't you follow me and find out?" She called up and back to him, finding this funny. Like laughing out loud funny. She continued down the hall, getting her roomkey out for her single room.
He blinked at that, and resisted the urge to slap his palm to his face. Wow. This was why he needed sleep. Stepping out of the elevator quickly, Davey hurried down the hall after her with a sheepish look on his face. "I, uh... didn't think of that," he explained, feeling like an idiot.
"Besides, I thought you were going to watch a movie?" Which in his mind had been 'go out to' watch a movie.
"I am." She told him. She stopped at her room and unlocked the door. "I just have to decide between two." She then pushed the door open and stepped in, leaving him to his own devices. The single room was richly decorated with things he didn't probably have, i ncluding a large tv, dvd player, and a large $5,000 suped up G5 desk top computer with a scanner and a webcam.S he also had one bookshelf enitrely devoted to crystal knick knacks, liek unicorns and butterflies and roses. All from NY jewlerly stores.
Davey hesitated in the doorway and looked in, jaw dropping at all of the things she had. Wooow. He couldn't even imagine owning any of these things. "I don't... oh wow," he breathed, taking only a small step into the room, just in case.
Amy had taken two dvd's that were sitting on the desk and then flopped down on her bed, reading the covers. "Okay...The Crow, Or Nightmare before Christmas?" She said boredly.
His eyes widened at that, and he quickly shut the door behind him, going over to look at the covers to make sure he had heard right. "I didn't know you - awesome!" Davey exclaimed, a pleased half smile splitting his face at that. Realizing he hadn't answered her, he pulled back so he wasn't hovering over her shoulder and said, "The Crow, I haven't seen that one for a long time."
"Kay, put it in?" She said, handing him the case. She meant for him to put the DVD in. She grabbed a pillow and curled up on half of the bed on the opposite end that she slept on and watched the turned off tv. She laied on her stmach and put her chin on the pillow."You know...in the player?"
"Oh, um..." Now this was embarrassing... "Would you believe I've never, uh... used a DVD player before?" Davey said, going over to look at the DVD player, feeling utterly stupid. Finding the button to open it, he opened the case, thinking to himself, *Well, how hard can it be? It better be just like the computer CD drive...* as he pushed on the open/close button on the DVD player.
"You're funny," she said, making a tired laugh and ran her fingers in her hair.
"Well, if you say so... Hey, where can I sit?" he asked as he pulled a disc out of the player and set it carefully on top of the player, loading the disc for 'The Crow' and pushing the drive closed. That hadn't been hard at all, thank god. A little trickier was finding the power button on the tv, what with the many buttons. He'd found it by the time he turned to look at her, eyeing the bed, secretly hoping that that would be okay.
She had already turned the tv on thanks to a remote control. Suddenly the harry Potter Chamber of Secrets movie came on, in the middle of some action. It was HBO. "Anywhere you want. Floor, desk, bed. Whatever." she said lazily.
Davey eyed the tv in surprise for a moment at seeing one of his favourite series on the screen, and then was up on the bed beside her in a flash, settling onto his stomach beside her (though he was careful to keep his distance a bit - nervous as he was, if he tried to flirt or anything, he'd probably botch it all up). "Do you like Harry Potter?" he asked curiously, in an effort to relax a bit.
"Nope," she stated flatly and turned the DVD player. Ron Weasley disappeared and the FBI warning came on for the DVD.
She hadn't even looked at him yet and just now did she glance over at him.
"Oh, alright," Davey said, trying for a casual tone as he folded his arms in front of him on the bed, a slight flush on his cheeks now as she looked over at him. Oops. No talking about that, then.
The menu came on for the movie and she pressed play. She shrugged and settled back with her cheek on her pillow, half facing the tv and half facing Davey. She yawned a little, in a cute way, and didn't say much of anything as she watched the tv.
Settling down with his head on his arms, Davey found himself unable to completely hide a small smile at her expression, finding it incredibly cute. As the movie played, he found that (unsurprisingly) his gaze rested more on Amy than it did on the movie, even if he didn't say much either.
Her blinking became slower and her eyelids started to grow heavy as she stared at the tv. She wasn't exactly watching it, and as the screen became blurred, she moved her hand and rubbed her eyes.
By that point, Davey had been starting to nod off slightly as well, only finding himself blinking completely awake when she moved, his breath catching as he turned his eyes to the screen, heart pounding. For a moment, he was worried she'd caught him staring.
She glanced at him as he looked at the tv and then turned so she was laying on her side (facing him). Curling her hands up under her chin, she let herself close her eyes.
Well, apparently, she either hadn't caught him, or she didn't mind, because when she didn't say anything, Davey let himself relax, shifting slightly onto his side as well as he laid his cheek against his arms so that he could see both her and the screen. His sleep deprived brain didn't register the movie at all now, though, as he watched her through heavy lidded eyes. Why did she have to be so... adorable?
Shortly after, her heavy breathing could be heard as she had slipped into sleep.She stirred and her eyes fluttered open partially. "Huh?" She mumbled, groggily.
That brought him out of his daze for a moment, and Davey stared for a moment before asking in a sleepy voice, "Did I... say something?"
"Thought so...." she said and trailed off as she nuzzled into the pillow and settled back into half-sleep.
"Didn't realize I'd said it out loud," he said with a yawn. "I don't know, sorry..." He had an idea what he'd said, though, and there was no way he could say it without blushing like a little kid.
"..its okay.." she mumbled and yawned.
"Um, Amy?" His tone came out thick with sleep, and much warmer than he usually spoke to anyone. "I'm..." Pausing for a yawn that he tried to hide a bit, Davey continued, barely able to keep his eyes open as he slid one hand towards her arm, fingers bumping clumsily into her elbow, "I'm gonna fall asleep soon.... did you want me to... go?"
"If...you want..to.." She mumbled after a good solid minutes. It took her that long to register he had spoken. Her arm remained where it was, and hardly moved at all, only her sides rose as she breathed in and out. She then sighed out and pushed her self up on her knees some to takeo ff the heavy sweater (it was too warm) and let ti drape down the side of the bed. She then laid back as she was and closed her eyes. Her arm sort of stuck out a little towards him unintentionally.
Yawning again, Davey shifted again so that he was lying facing her, a little closer to her with one arm tucked up beneath his head for a makeshift pillow as his other arm rested on the bed between them. Were he a little more awake, he probably would be freaking out inside at the whole thing, but for now, he only had a warm fuzzy feeling at the thought of falling asleep beside this girl he'd had a crush on for the last year.
There was no telling what time it was, but several hours later, as dusk was starting to fall, the light coming through the closed blinds changed. The birds had stopped singing, and there was heavy foot traffic in the hallway outside the smalle darkened room. The dvd had long played the dvd menu over and over, as no one had shut it off. The volume was low, though. Amy had rolled onto her back, and laid with her head turned towards Davey as she breathed gently. Her tank top covered chest rose and fell with every breath, and somehow the gap between them had lessened significantly with out either realizing it. One hand was draped on her stomach while theother was at her side bent upwards at the elbow. The side of her hand was touching his.
Somehow during their sleep, probably from Davey's normal habit of moving around in his sleep, aside from the gap between them lessening so much, the elastic Davey had used to pull his hair back earlier had disappeared, and the long dark strands lay messily in his face, over his shoulders, even slightly across Amy's pillow as he had shifted enough to be laying with his head almost on the edge of it. By this point, he was already slowly starting to wake up, but it was the loud knock on the door followed by that high pitched voice that could only belong to Amy's friend Rachel that woke him up.
Amy hadn't woken up yet, and was still somewhere in a dream. She had found a piece of his black hair and begun unknowingly curl it around her fingers.
"Amy, are you awake yet? Cheryl said to bring you your homework from classes, so if you don't answer, I'm just going to come in, okay?" Rachel called out, tapping her foot impatiently.
Davey stared at Amy's face, laying so close to his, eyes dropping in a daze to watch her play with his hair before he had registered what, exactly, Rachel had said. Shit. Pushing himself up a bit, Davey found himself yawning widely as he reached to wrap his fingers around her hand (the one that was pressed against his) and reached out his free hand to shake her gently, saying in a hushed whisper, "Amy? Amy, wake up!"
"Mmmm...mm.huh?" She mumbled until her eyes opened slowly. "Huh..what?"
"Hi," he said quietly, pulling his hand away quickly and starting to pull his fingers from around her hand, feeling very self-conscious. "One of your friends is outside the do-"
Just at that moment, Rachel knocked again and said loudly, "Okay, well, I'm coming in, okay? I was going to see if you wanted to go to the club with me and Cheryl, so if you can hear me, that's where we'll be!" With that, she turned the doorknob, hoping it would be unlocked.
Amy was sitting up now and yawning as she stretched her arms up. She then turned her head towards the door and stared at it for 30 seconds. "Coming..in?" She then rolled off the bed and walked over to the door, glancing back at him a little. She got to the door when rachel got it about five inches open. She pulled the door open enough to just reveal herself. "Hi.." she said, leaning against the doorpost, squinting at the bright light of the hallway.
"Oh, you're awake! Cheryl told me to bring you your homework," Rachel said with a smile, holding out the folder of assignments that had been handed out in classes that day. "You feel up to going out tonight?"
Amy took the folder and squinted at it, and then back at her. She leaned her cheek on the doorframe and shrugged. "What time is it?"
Davey, in the meantime, curled up in the corner of the bed, finding that, though he'd had enough sleep most likely, he wanted to fall right back asleep at the moment.
Rachel laughed and said, "It's about 8 15 or something. You missed ALL of your classes, you know, I didn't think the hangover was that bad. Are you feeling better?"
"I think I'm getting there." She said with a sheepish smile. "Awww you got all my work. You guys are great!" She said, attempting to sound cheerfull. Her head was swimming and she wanted to lay back down."I'm going to go back to bed now, okies?" She said to Rachel. "You go. I'll go with you tommorow. Weekend you know."
"Alright!" Rachel leaned forward to give her friend a quick hug and said, "Get better, girly, we can't party the same without you." With a slight smile, Rachel nodded and turned to head back down the hall, a confident sway in her walk from the high heeled boots she had put on for the night.
Amy had returend the hug and promised tommorow again before turning to close the door. She pressed her back to the door, clenching the file to her chest and let out a sigh. She then glanced over at the bed, the room still darkened.
"Davey" She said in a low voice.
Heart pounding from almost being caught by her friend (who obviously didn't like him, as he'd found out for sure that morning), Davey was quiet for a long moment before looking towards the door, barely able to see anything in the dark room. That heart pounding feeling now came from a different source when he heard her say his name, and he had to swallow hard before saying in a slightly hoarse voice, "Yeah?"
"Its 8:15. at night." She said, and moved away from the door. She dropped the folder on the floor and laid back down on the bed, onto her back a small distance from him. She stared up at the ceiling, where the light reflecting of her crytal animals danced on the ceiling thanks to street lights outside. "We slept all day," she said softly.
"I heard," he said quietly, staring at her figure in the darkness. He could make out very little detail right now, even with the light from the street lamps outside (possibly due to the angle he was looking at her from). "I can't believe we slept all day... DO you feel better?"
"I think so. I'm sorta wide awake now." She said and let out a somewhat content shigh. She looked over at him, whisps of her hair falling against her cheek. "You?"
"Now I am," he said, propping himself up on one elbow. Now he could see her better. He found himself chewing on his lip slightly before asking in a very quiet voice, "You didn't want to go out tonight, why?"
She shrugged, the same response she gave Rachel. "You going out?" She asked, still watching him.
"I never go out, unless it's to the movies," he said softly, looking up at the lights reflecting on the ceiling. Anything to avoid feeling like a total boring loser.
"That's cool." She said, affirming him. She then turned onto her side and tucked her arm under head like he had done for himself earlier. She watched him look up, her lips pressing into a small grin. She then looked upwards again at the ceiling.
"Kinda boring, actually..." he murmured, face heating up as he looked down at his hands, sneaking a glance at her. Thank goodness it was dark.
"No...going to a club I can't stand is." She told him as she reached her hand up and scratched the back of her head. "They always go to the same one, and I'm tired of it." She looked back at him again, and wondered why he didn't make much eye contact.
"You don't look at me," she said, voicing her thoughts. She then sat up and shifted to sit indian style. "Why?"
"I do, I like looking at you," Davey replied without thinking. Oh fuck. Ducking his head a bit, his hair fell to shield his face from view as he said sheepishly, "You just don't usually notice, or I don't... um... make it obvious."
"You must think I'm a ditz, huh." She said, moving her legs so she hugged her knees to her chest."Only thinking about parties and stuff."
"And your horseback riding and taking pictures, and... that doesn't seem that ditzy to me," he countered softly. In an even softer voice, he added, "And your poetry..."
"My..poetry?!" She said, sounding alarmed. "What do you know about it?" She said, in a low voice as she furrowed her eyebrows.
"I know that I like the little bit I heard about... Merill said that there was some written on your math homework last night," he admitted, looking over at her.
She stared at him, her mouth dropping open a little."Ooooh God," she groaned a little and let out a saddened sigh. "I forgot about that! I can't-No-I belive he would show it off. The jerk."
"He only actualy told me because I asked, he said he erased all of it, actually," Davey said hesitantly, unsure if it would bother her or not.
"On...my homework paper?" She asked, arching an eyebrow.
He nodded, then said, "I'm only saying what he told me, I don't know for sure what he did with it."
"No its fine he erased it..I mean, I dont wanna have the teacher reading it," she laughed a little, a soft chuckle with a little snort."Its shit anyways, my poetry."
"If it makes any difference, I really did like it," Davey said persistently. "Especially the one about the dream."
She mouthed "dream?" and then tilted her head as she continued to hug her legs to her chest. She then recited a bit of it, and asked for clairifcation if thats the one. "You like that?" She couldn't help but slowly smile at that. "Thanks."
"I really do. It... reminded me of something," he said, smiling a bit back at her. His gaze strayed a bit, and then as it fell on the tv screen and the DVD menu started to replay, Davey tilted his head slightly, and said, "It kind of reminded me of a... story I'm... working on, actually."
"A story for class?" She asked, leaning towards him a little, her interest peaked.
"No, not for class," he said with a smile. "Though if I ever get it finished, I may ask if I can substitute it for one of my projects or for extra credit. It's more..." Davey hesitated, not wanting to take full credit for it, but not wanting to tell her that it was a roleplay thing for a series she didn't like, either. "It's a personal interest thing," he said.
"Its more....oh." She asked, her eyebrows arching up as she started to ask and then relaxed her forehead when he answered.
"What does...your girlfriend think of your writing?"
Ducking his head a bit, he hid a pleased smile at the fact she thought he would be cool enough or whatever to HAVE a girlfriend. "I, um..." Pausing, Davey shifted to lean in a bit closer to her, sort of half looking up at her through his eyelashes, feeling incredibly shy now as he admitted, "I don't actually.... HAVE a girlfriend. I'd hope that if I did, she'd like it... Or even if it didn't interest her, that she'd support it, anyway."
She arched her eyebrows, trying not to look too surprised, even though she was. "You don't? I'm sorry." Was all she said. 'Good thing I didn't ask if he was gay,' she thought to herself.
"Don't be sorry, it's not like I need to be with someone," he said with a small, tight lipped grin. "I mean, there IS someone I'm interested in, but I don't know how it would... work out... if I were to ask her out or anything..." Wow, that was subtle, Davey.
She nodded, showing she was listening and then let out a small "ohhhhh."
"Well....I don't know there. Talk to her I guess." She said as she stared down at her perfectly painted toes in deep purple. She wiggled them as she looked at them, then some hair fell down in front of her eyes.
"I have, a bit," he said softly, going back to his habit of sneaking glances at her. "I just wouldn't know how to tell her." Seeing her hair falling into her eyes, he tried hard to suppress the urge to reach out and brush it back from her face, but a moment later, he was leaning towards her slightly again, reaching one hand towards her to run through those strands of hair as he tucked them back behind her ear.
She moved her hand just then as she stared down and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Are you asking for advice, or somethin'?" She asked, looking up and over at him finally, side glanced at his hand, hovering there.
Swallowing hard at the near miss, Davey pulled his hand back quickly and said in a somewhat nervous voice, "Yeah... would that be okay?"
She gave him a somewhat 'are you serious' look but then shrugged. "Okies."
Of course, that's not what he had been doing, but it was the only thing he had been able to think of to say to cover up what had happened, and he gave her a slight smile.
She returned it with a grin and then stretched her legs out to the side of him and leaned back on her hands. She tossed her shoulder length hair a little back, and then blew up to puff her tendrils out of her eyes. "So what specifically can I tell you?"
"How do I tell her without sounding like a complete retard?" he asked quietly, watching her lean back with heart pounding. "And how do I get up the courage to actually TELL her?" And is it okay to just kiss her to let her know, because she's making me want to kiss her right now just by what she's doing, Davey thought to himself, mouth feeling very dry as he shifted his position so he was kneeling beside her now.
"Hmmm..tough one. Indeed." She said, staring upwards at the ceiling. "Well, you could write it...and then read it. Like a script for theater, right?" She then looked over at him. "Does that help?"
"I thought of that, but then I'd be worried she'd think it was just an act, you know?" he said softly, clenching his hands on his knees. "I mean, that's the only way most people seem to know me, as the theater geek."
"Or as someone who is better pretending to be someone else than himself. Think about it." She said and shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, stretching her arms up and back. "I'm going to take a shower. You can stay if you want, watch tv or something."
Damn it. And here he was, trying to get up the courage to tell her now. Letting out a slow breath, Davey looked over at her and said in a quiet voice, "Oh... alright, thanks."
She looked over at him and grinned a little. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just... I..." Hesitating, Davey tried to make himself say it - 'I really like you, and have for the last year, hope you don't think that's weird or bad or anything' - but instead found himself saying, "I think I'm still a little bit tired, or haven't completely woken up yet."
"You're welcome to sleep here if you want. No roomates here." She said, waving her hand at the bed. "I'll only be 10 minutes. Have to wash my hair. Or it gets greasy." And with that she stood up and walked to the closet to grab her towel.
"Alright.. Thank you," he said again, smiling at her back as he took in what she'd said. Her too? Speaking of which, he needed a shower still. His hair was already kind of gross from forgetting to wash it this morning.
"And if you need to go in, just grab a towel, kay?" She said as she walked across the room to the small bathroom every dormroom had. She couldn't close the door all the way due to some sort of metal hanger on the inside that prevented it. The next sound was water running, then the shower.
"I can do that..." he said to himself as he listened to the sounds of the shower running, staring at the partially open door with slightly wide eyes. He didn't quite understand what she had meant, and he supposed she could have meant anything by it... It would probably be best if he just occupied himself with something else instead of obsessing over the fact she was IN THE SHOWER and he was sitting right there. So he left the room and RAN to his dorm room on the other floor, grabbing the drawing and a couple pens before running back to her dorm and turning on the overhead light so he could start finishing the rose for her.
About five minutes later the water cut off and there was some movement in the bathroom and then silence.
She finally emerged from the bathrom wearing the same spaghetti strap tank top and pajama pants. She was toweling her even curlier wet hair and slid into a bucket chair near the bed. "Oh, you turned the light on." She said as she squinted up at it.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, I went to grab that drawing, I'm not a big fan of..." Davey trailed off as he looked up at her from the bed. She was so pretty, it was distracting. "... tv."
She was rubbing the towel on the back of her head as she followed his words to the tv. "Oops." She said, meaning the repeating menu. She got up and walked over to the tv to turn the dvd player off. HBO came on again, this time showing the The Grudge, and it was the scene of the little boy holding his kitty in the closet."Oh god, this movie SCARES me!" She exclaimed.
Following her gaze to the screen, Davey shifted uncomfortably and said nervously, "Yeah.... Can we, uh.. turn that off? That movie gave me nightmares."
"You too?" She said, looking over at him. She then walked over to the bed, staring down at it and him. "hmm...the changer is here somewhere." She said, dropping the towel to look for it ont he bed. It was now obvious she had forgotten her bra after her shower.
"It is?" Despite his admittance of nightmares from the movie, Davey had still been watching it until she came over. Now it was all he could do not to stare at her, face flushing when he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Um... Do you have an extra towel I can use? I forgot to grab mine from my room," he said, voice pitched just slightly higher than normal as he resolutely looked away for now (at least until he could figure out a way to not be obvious about staring...).
"yeah I told you, in the closet." She said as she turned the pillow over and then moved the sheets about. She found it finally, on the floor. She turned and switched it to VH1.
"Ah music videos. Cool." She mumbled as she slinked down onto the bed.
Heaving a sigh of relief, he hurriedly stood, leaving the drawing at the head of the bed on the binder he had grabbed from her desk and hurrying to the closet to grab a towel before she could realize his, um... condition. Damn it for forgetting a change of clothes, and for not being able to hide certain things like girls could. That done, he hurried into the bathroom to start the shower up again.
She was watching a Pink video when he had gone into the bathroom. She sat onthe bed and glanced over, seeing something on the paper. She reached over and picked it up and her eyes widened slightly. It was that rose drawing Merrill had showed her. So it DID exist, and it was His. Interesting. She grined alittle, seeing now it included a leaf or two.
It was between ten and fifteen minutes before the shower turned off, and then another couple before he came back out, still trying to towel dry his hair. It was so long now that it didn't seem to want to get dry very quickly at all. "Well, I feel a little better now," he announced quietly, dropping to sit beside her on the bed. "Who's on?" he asked after a moment, not recognizing anything about the current video - if it was an actual video and not a commercial...
She shoved the drawing back onto the binder and shoved it to the edge of the bed where it was right before he came out. She sat on the opposite side of th ebed, her arms curled around the pillow as she feigned watching VH1. "Oh.....uh Pink." She said randomly.
"Oh, awesome. I actually kind of like some of her songs," he said, hiding a smile as he glanced back at her. He really DID feel better.
"Yeah. She's cool." Amy replied, and offered no other commentary.
She flipped the channels, moving through all the music ones and then through the news stations, as if bored by it.
Davey watched this for a few minutes, and then, as they half watched a segment on the news about the latest incidents in Iraq, he suggested tentatively, "You know, maybe we could always just go.... check out a movie or something, if there's anything you're interested
in seeing?"
She continued to flip through and stopped on an episode of Star Trek and looked over at him.
"Right now?"
"Well, there's no way I can fall asleep again right now, and you look like you're bored out of your fucking skull," he explained, the swearing coming out just out of his habits he'd picked
up from theater friends and... well, other people..
She arched her eyebrows at him just then, probably when her cursed
"But I'm..not. You're here." She then turned the tv off and turned to look at him fully.
"But we weren't talking or anything, just staring at a tv screen," Davey pointed out, giving her a small smile.
"And yeah... I realize I suggested going to stare at an even bigger tv screen..." He stuck his tongue out at her before he'd even realized the urge had struck him.
She let out a breath and rolled her eyes before sticking her tongue out at him while crossing her eyes.
"Idiot." She teased and pointed to his drawing. "What about that?"
He looked over to where she was pointing, and found himself blushing a bit now. "What about it?" he asked softly, looking back at her after he had pulled the drawing over to sit on his leg.
"Well you didn't bring it here to see a movie with. Besides, I don't feel like going out. I just want to stay here." With you, but she didn't say it.
"No, I brought it so I could finish it," Davey said, smiling almost shyly as he ducked his head. "You know, I actually wasn't going to finish it past that first quick sketch you saw."
"Oh. Well I can still buy it right?" She said, and moved the pillow so it was back against the head board. She then laid back, half sitting up on the pillow as her hands folded on her flat stomach.
"And if I refused to let you pay me for the drawing, you would do what?" he asked, scooting down a bit to lay back on the bed, propping his feet up near her hip and stretching his arms up beneath his head. The slight smirk on his face was half teasing.
She glanced over at him, and then arched her eyebrows. She then glanced at his bare feet.
"Say what?"
"What if I don't want you to pay me for it?" he repeated stubbornly, not quite understanding what exactly that expression on her face meant.
"Are you ticklish?" She asked him quietly.
"Say what? What does that have to do with anything?"
He gave her a bewildered look at that, then snorted. "I don't tell people secrets like that, too easy to exploit."
"Oh, so you do have secrets now?" She said, sitting up more as she brought her knees to her chest.
"Yeah, big dark secrets like where my ticklish spots are, IF I have any," he said jokingly, face heating up a bit at the remembrance of the only real lie he'd told her before. That was definitely a secret he wasn't happy with, one that DESERVED the name of 'secret'.
"Want to play a game?" She asked, as if satisfied with his answer. "While you draw."
"Sure, I suppose," Davey said, a little surprised that she didn't mind him drawing while she was there. A lot of people he knew didn't like trying to hold a conversation with him while he drew.
"Okay. How about I ask you a question, you asnwer. Then ask me a question and I answer."
"Sounds cool, then," Davey replied, shifting onto his side and propping himself up as he reached for the pen he always drew with.
"Alright....Whats your favorite color?" she asked as she twirled hair around her finger.
"Tie between dark red and green," he said automatically, studying the drawing as he tried to figure out what else it needed, aside from he obvious.
"cool," she said and watched him, waiting for him.
".... What was your favourite pet as a kid?" he finally asked, glancing up at her for a moment before looking back down at the drawing and starting to lightly scratch the pen on the paper, being careful about how much ink to let onto the paper.
"I had a kitten once. And a hampster." She told him.
"You had a kitten?" Davey said, looking up with a grin. "I love kittens."
"Yeah? Me too." She said, giving him a small smile.
"What was your first word as a baby?"
"Oh, god, I don't even remember!" Laughing, he shook his head and thought about it, trying to remember the stories his mother had told him when he was younger and she was still around. "I think my mum told me it was something.... something about music, though the
word itself had nothing to do with anything musical, apparently. But that we were listening to a song I liked, and I just randomly came out with some word. I don't remember what she said it was though."
She made a soft laugh. "Did you just say MUM? Not Mom?"
"Yeah. I like Britishisms," Davey said, laughing a bit.
She forced a grin but arched her eyebrows, somewhat curious. "Thats cool I guess."
elizadolohov: "Ever been there?"
"Nope. My mom always promised me she'd take me there someday, since I was always so awestruck by England," he said softly, smile fading slightly.
"I've been there. I think three times." She told him
causally as she watched him.
"I have cousins there, and we always stay at their estate."
"Really?" That kind of brought it back to him just who she was, a fact which had managed to slip his mind over the last 24 hours. "Must be... nice. I'd still like to go at some point, though I won't be able to go with my mum."
That statement seemed to sadden him a bit, but he tried to cover it up with a small smile at her, managing to make it steady enough.
She returend the small smile with one similar. "You
should try the exchange program next year then." She said, offering
advice rather than questioning him about his mother.
Thank god for small favours. "Yeah, that's what Merill said," Davey replied, the small smile widening into a grateful one. "I really want to do it, too, I just don't know if I'll have the money
for it by the time the application cut off date."
"Ah... comes. That is."
"Its the same as a semester term. Only thing you need is food money and for clubbing...Oh and Merrill is right." She told him as she twirled a complete finger in her hair and pulled it out. The tight curle bounced back to how it was before.
Davey ends up leaving the other elevator before Amy gets downstairs, pulling his long hair back into a messy ponytail as he heads towards the main cafeteria, feeling rather self-conscious wearing the now-too-short blue and green plaid flannel pajama pants his foster parents had bought him last year (before his growth spurt). A little less conspicuous is the plain black t-shirt he often wears to bed. Glancing around to all the familiar faces, Davey doesn't see Amy's, and resolves to act like there's nothing out of the ordinary as he moves towards the breakfast bar - besides the fact he's showed up in his pajamas for the first time since his first year here.
She yawned again and moved by the oversized fake plant that marked the center of the atrium. From the left of the elevators was the entrance to the cafe (cafeterium). Too the right, study rooms and a computer room (where the printer was out of ink.) Frontwize the two main doors of the building, glass, with a security desk. She rubbed her hand in her eye again and stretched her arms up. Being a dancer (ONCE when she was 7), she arched her back in a curve as she pulled on her shoulder muslces. When she felt the pop and pressure give way did she feel more awake. The eyeliner and her crying had resulted in dark circles and 'racoon' eyes, which contrasted her pale face. On the whole, she was extremly petite and thin, but was lost to the curves many other girls had. She had the body of a 12 year old still in puberty with small perky breasts and a child's face.
Ignoring some of the laughs and mocking whistles that accompanied his progress towards where the food was laid out (he thought they were directed his way, anyway) Davey picked up a plate as he reached the breakfast bar, looking down the table at the array of food before glancing around again. Only then did he notice Amy over in the center of the lobby, stretching. As always when he saw her, he felt that now very familiar swooping feeling in his stomach, followed by a feeling not unlike butterflies, and he couldn't quite stop the sloppy grin from stretching across his face as he watched her. Oh yeah. Totally cute as hell. Abruptly, he remembered his promise to 'say hi' to her, and started to make his way back over to her, plate still in hand without him realizing it. "Hey, uh... Amy? Amy, hi!" he called out, waving with his free hand as he got closer, trying and failing to suppress a self-conscious blush.
She was looking towards the street and sunshine when she heard her name in an unfamiliar voice. She looked over quickly and her large green eyes fell onto the only other person in pajamas in the area. There he was, only instead of his hair drapping like a curtain in front of his face, it was pulled up in a knot with only whisps pulling out and floating. He was..was he holding a tray? And waving?? She arched her eyebrows up at that, and silently felt a small laugh want to jerk out of her. Not anything against him, it was just...interesting. Hugging the ends of her hoodie around her small form, she shuffled over to where he stood and stood up on her tip toes to sniff the air over the tray. "mmm..waffles." She said, and nodded to him. "Hi." she said in the absolute Softest of voices. Before he could reply she was shuffling past him, around some chairs, to the buffet style table.
He swallowed hard at that, finding that his gaze unfocused for a moment when she spoke to him - actually SPOKE to him - and he turned to watch her, glancing down to realize that he HAD grabbed waffles. Must have been an unconscious thing. Davey followed her back to the table to grab a little something else and something to drink, and hovered uncertainly for a moment before saying in a faint voice meant for only her to hear, "You probably want to sit with your friends, right?"
She dropped the tray empty on the table near by, empty and perfectly round. "No," she said as she slid down to sit, actually able to draw her legs up indian style on the chair. She was already stabbing her fork into the strawberries. She looked over at him and aved her arm over and patted the chair next to her. "Sit. sit, eat."
For a moment, Davey stood rooted to the spot, trying to decide if this was actually happening, or if he had maybe fallen asleep after all. A moment later, though, he managed a weak, "Okay," as he set his breakfast tray down and sat down next to her, giving her a slightly nervous, awed look before popping an orange slice into his mouth. Saved him having to think of something to say, anyway, he was so tongue tied now he'd probably stutter over everything now.
She actually slumped over her tray a little as she poked and ate some. Those tendrils of her hair fell in front of her face, and she seemed to ignore them. She side glanced at him, just out of curiosity, as she went to drink some water.
At that moment, Davey was glancing around at the other students in the room as he started on the waffles, feeling very self-conscious - like everyone was watching them or something. Maybe he was just being paranoid. Think of something to say, kid, it's just like improv in theater.
Amy was about to say something when she heard someone call out her name. She looked up quickly and over as two girls (fully dressed and primped) walked over looking mildly confused and concerned.
"Amy!" Cheryl Lynn called and then attempted to tap Amy on the shoulder, completly ignoring the boy.
Rachel spared one quick glance for the boy, dismissing him with a toss of her hair as she stood a bit behind Cherril. "Amy, what are you doing?" she asked, giving her friend a strange look. It wasn't like Amy to go anywhere like this - smudged makeup and pajamas?
Amy stood up slowly, chewing something and then swallowing. "rachel..Cheryl Lynn...Good morning." She replied in her thick New Yorkan accent. "Cawfee?"
"Will you please...excuse us?" Cheryl announced and hooked her arm around Amy's to guide h er away.
Looking up, Davey gave a start at seeing Amy's friends standing RIGHT THERE. Great, now he felt like the biggest dork ever. "Oh, um... alright," he said lamely, half standing from his chair as he looked back at Amy, at a loss for what to say.
Rachel stepped forward to hook her arm around Amy's free arm and, with Cheryl Lynn, started to guide her away as she leaned in to whisper (purposely loudly enough for HIM to hear) to her friend, "What are you doing with HIM? Oh my *gawd*, Amy, he's so weird!"
"What are you doing dressed LIKE that?" Cherryl replied at the same time as Rachel. "In your pajamas!?" She was combing her hair through Amy's hair in the pony tail.
Amy looked from one to the other, and made a rather pathetic expression. "What...what?" She said to the both of them.
"I'm just having breakfast.."
"And with your makeup from *last night* all smudged, too," Rachel added, reaching up in an attempt to wipe away some of the smudged eyeliner under Amy's eyes. "Breakfast or no, it's not like you to go out in public like this."
"But I was hung-"
"Oh PLEASE, there is always TIME for makeup and a blow dryer," Cheryl cut her off as she undid her pony tail and began raking her fingers in her curls. "Rachel!" She called out, addressing her friend.
Oh fuck. Obviously he had been meant to hear Rachel's remark - it wasn't like he hadn't expected something like this, really. After all, this was Amy VANDERBILT, one of the more popular girls at school. And he was just the quiet artsy geek in the corner. But that didn't stop him from feeling hurt at the two girls' attitudes towards him. Keeping his head down, he didn't even call out to Amy, just sat back down slowly and slumped over his breakfast tray, starting to poke half heartedly at his food.
"Yes, Cheryl?" Rachel said, picking at an imaginary piece of lint on Amy's hoodie.
"Give AMY your SWEATER," Cheryl ordered. Cheryl then grinned at Amy. "And your banana clip."
Amy arched her eyebrows up and grinned sweetly. "You guuuuys......you're too good to me." She rolled her eyes as she smiled, thinking they were the BEST.
"Well, that's what best friends are FOR, girlfriend!" Rachel said in a laughing tone, taking a quick glance back just to make sure that guy wasn't trying to follow them or anything. Apparently satisfied by his reaction, she removed the sweater she was wearing over top the uniform, and pushed it into Amy's hands before reaching into her purse to pull a spare clip out. "Here you go, girl. Now let's fix that makeup."
"And lets get you to the bathroom." Cheryl added.
"But breakfast-" Amy started to say.
"NOW Amy. Rachel, her other arm PLEASE." Cheryl grabbed her arm and started to drag Amy off.
"Breakfast can wait, Amy," Rachel agreed, grabbing her friend's other arm as she grinned across at Cheryl. Without another word to anyone else, she and Cheryl made a beeline straight for the bathroom. After all, this was an emergency of MAJOR proportions!
"Okay..okay...Just..be gentle." Amy cooed. "I have a hangover."
"Oh...why?" Cheryl asked as she pushed the bathroom door open.
"Please tell me you were NOT with that guy last night, Amy, PLEASE?" Rachel asked, looking at her friend with wide eyes.
"What..guy?" Amy asked quietly as she clenched her eeys closed as Cheryl practically scrubbed her skin off with a paper towel.
"It was a party!" She added and then turned her head to get away from the scrubbing.
"Oh." She was quiet for a moment, rummaging in her purse for her makeup case, then added, "Well, so long as it wasn't anything to do with that... Gawd, I don't even know his name. That weird boy you were sitting with just now."
"Dav...Davey." Amy said as she hoped up to sit on the sink counter.
"Were you with Bllllaaaaine?" Cheryl cooed, grinning like an idiot.
"He is SO perfect...his eyes...his MONEY."
"Yes! What is UP with you and him?" Grinning, Rachel tilted her head as she leaned against the countertop beside Amy. "He ask you out at all yet?"
Amy had been yawning a few times, the tiredness of the all-nighter getting to her. "noo--aaaah." She tapped her hand on her mouth.
"You KNOW he was staring at you. All the time." Cheryl said, not even sure if she was right or not. She exchanged a glance with Rachel.
"He must have been! I mean, it's so obvious he likes you," Rachel declared, looking back at Cheryl curiously.
"No..he doesn't!" Amy said, smirking. She wasn't blushing, she was wiggling to get off the sink and stand.
"Talk to him. You'll see." cheryl told her as she side stepped to let Amy down.
"And we have class! Shit."
"Exactly!" Rachel said, inspecting Amy critically. Then she looked at Cheryl and moaned, "Oh no, I almost forgot! Amy are you coming?"
"Nooooo..you guys go. I'm going to bed." She said, giving them a honest grin."Hung over you know."
"Hmmm....." Cheryl said.
"Well, alright, then, you get some sleep, we'll cover for you... Right?" Rachel said, voice faltering a bit as she looked over at Cheryl for confirmation.
Cheryl shrugged. "I don't know, you should go.."
"But I might throw up..on your shoes.." Amy said, faking a gaging look.
"Oh. Ew. No." cheryl said stiffly and stepped back as if Amy was contageous.
"We'll cover for you," Rachel said hastily, a horrified look on her face at the thought of having anyone throw up on her. "Don't want you sick in class!" She looked at Cheryl and reached for the other girl's arm, as if to remind her that they needed to get going.
"Take lots of Tylenol. And Baking-I mean..Club soda-eeep" Cheryl was saying as Rachel grabed for her. "I'll get your Homework!"
Amy gave them both a pouty look as they moved and nodded. "You guys..I love you guys.." she told them.
"We love you too, Amy, just get better! Sorry, class calls!" She nodded and waited for Cheryl's lead.
Cheryl dragged Rachel out of the bathroom and both took off into the lobby. As they passed the table Davey was at, Cheryl made a comment about Blaine, and how sexy he was. "He has the BEST haircut."
"Amy's sooo lucky to have his interest," Rachel commented pointedly, sighing a bit. "I wish he were interested in me, there are so few guys WORTH our time in this school."
Cheryl lead her away, and they turned the corner going elsewhere.
Amy was still in the bathroom, and was staring at herself in the mirror. She sucked in her cheeks a few times, trying a model pose for fun.
"eeeeh...." She said to herself, not wanting to loose THAT much weight.
At that, Davey shook his head, having completely lost his appetite, and then slowly stood, taking his nearly untouched plate to one of the many garbage cans and chucking the food. As he set the tray and plate over at the counter, he glanced up at the clock, noting that he was probably going to be late for math. Oh well, he still hadn't finished his homework, he could just fake being sick if they asked. Not like his roommate would rat him out, being in a different grade. *Maybe I'll just go finish that drawing and get some sleep,* he thought, head down as he started back towards the elevators.
"Hold the elevator!" a females voice cried.
Startled, Davey stuck his foot in the door before it had closed completely, and stuck his head out the door with a bewildered look on his face. "Okay," he said, focusing on the person.
Amy zipped in and nearly hit the wall before stopping herself. "T..thanks," she breathed and glanced up atthe elevator buttons and pressed her floor number. She hadn't even noticedhim yet.
Staring, Davey quickly pushed his own floor number and then said in a quiet voice, "I'm sorry, I couldn't really ignore what your friends were saying..." He was, of course, referring to what she had said at some point during their IM conversation, but with how long the both of them had been up apparently, he wasn't sure how much she'd remember of it.
"hmm?" she said, half aware as she turned to look at him.
"Ohh. Hi." She said, a little surprised to see him. "Oh...them. Heh."
Wow, this was awkward now. "Yeah... Are you still not feeling well?" he asked as the elevator stopped on his floor. He let the doors open and then close, not wanting to leave just yet.
She shrugged. "Just don't want to go to class." She glanced at the hallway, which disappeared as the doors slid shut again and the elevator whirled its gears as it sped upwards.
"Me neither. I'm going to die if I have to try and process math work after having three hours sleep in two days..." Davey kept his eyes averted, glancing over at her only briefly, mainly because he could never be around her and NOT look at least once. Damn crushes.
"What..why?" She asked, and looked back at the door of the elevator. The room stopped and the doors opened. She stepped out slowly, and went back to looking at him, waiting for an answer.
Moving so he was leaning in the door of the elevator, Davey finally met her eyes and said, "I just stay up late a lot to get everything done. Last night was homework and then talking to you, so I'm glad I got something worthwhile out of staying up late this time." He gave her a hesitant smile before starting to pull back, saying, "You should get some sleep, that's what I'm going to do."
"I'm going to go watch a movie, actually." She told him and took a step back from the elevator, not watching where she was going."You should come by later." She said as she took another step back. "Okay?"
"Really?" Sticking his hand back in the door as they started to close, Davey's smile became a little more genuine, a bit hopeful as he said, "Like when?"
She shrugged. "Whenever." And she turned to start down the halway, slowly. She shoved her hands into the pockets of the sweater and watched the wall.
"What room number are you, or where do I find you?" he called out after her, finding that that nervous fluttery feeling in his stomach was back again, and stronger.
"Why don't you follow me and find out?" She called up and back to him, finding this funny. Like laughing out loud funny. She continued down the hall, getting her roomkey out for her single room.
He blinked at that, and resisted the urge to slap his palm to his face. Wow. This was why he needed sleep. Stepping out of the elevator quickly, Davey hurried down the hall after her with a sheepish look on his face. "I, uh... didn't think of that," he explained, feeling like an idiot.
"Besides, I thought you were going to watch a movie?" Which in his mind had been 'go out to' watch a movie.
"I am." She told him. She stopped at her room and unlocked the door. "I just have to decide between two." She then pushed the door open and stepped in, leaving him to his own devices. The single room was richly decorated with things he didn't probably have, i ncluding a large tv, dvd player, and a large $5,000 suped up G5 desk top computer with a scanner and a webcam.S he also had one bookshelf enitrely devoted to crystal knick knacks, liek unicorns and butterflies and roses. All from NY jewlerly stores.
Davey hesitated in the doorway and looked in, jaw dropping at all of the things she had. Wooow. He couldn't even imagine owning any of these things. "I don't... oh wow," he breathed, taking only a small step into the room, just in case.
Amy had taken two dvd's that were sitting on the desk and then flopped down on her bed, reading the covers. "Okay...The Crow, Or Nightmare before Christmas?" She said boredly.
His eyes widened at that, and he quickly shut the door behind him, going over to look at the covers to make sure he had heard right. "I didn't know you - awesome!" Davey exclaimed, a pleased half smile splitting his face at that. Realizing he hadn't answered her, he pulled back so he wasn't hovering over her shoulder and said, "The Crow, I haven't seen that one for a long time."
"Kay, put it in?" She said, handing him the case. She meant for him to put the DVD in. She grabbed a pillow and curled up on half of the bed on the opposite end that she slept on and watched the turned off tv. She laied on her stmach and put her chin on the pillow."You know...in the player?"
"Oh, um..." Now this was embarrassing... "Would you believe I've never, uh... used a DVD player before?" Davey said, going over to look at the DVD player, feeling utterly stupid. Finding the button to open it, he opened the case, thinking to himself, *Well, how hard can it be? It better be just like the computer CD drive...* as he pushed on the open/close button on the DVD player.
"You're funny," she said, making a tired laugh and ran her fingers in her hair.
"Well, if you say so... Hey, where can I sit?" he asked as he pulled a disc out of the player and set it carefully on top of the player, loading the disc for 'The Crow' and pushing the drive closed. That hadn't been hard at all, thank god. A little trickier was finding the power button on the tv, what with the many buttons. He'd found it by the time he turned to look at her, eyeing the bed, secretly hoping that that would be okay.
She had already turned the tv on thanks to a remote control. Suddenly the harry Potter Chamber of Secrets movie came on, in the middle of some action. It was HBO. "Anywhere you want. Floor, desk, bed. Whatever." she said lazily.
Davey eyed the tv in surprise for a moment at seeing one of his favourite series on the screen, and then was up on the bed beside her in a flash, settling onto his stomach beside her (though he was careful to keep his distance a bit - nervous as he was, if he tried to flirt or anything, he'd probably botch it all up). "Do you like Harry Potter?" he asked curiously, in an effort to relax a bit.
"Nope," she stated flatly and turned the DVD player. Ron Weasley disappeared and the FBI warning came on for the DVD.
She hadn't even looked at him yet and just now did she glance over at him.
"Oh, alright," Davey said, trying for a casual tone as he folded his arms in front of him on the bed, a slight flush on his cheeks now as she looked over at him. Oops. No talking about that, then.
The menu came on for the movie and she pressed play. She shrugged and settled back with her cheek on her pillow, half facing the tv and half facing Davey. She yawned a little, in a cute way, and didn't say much of anything as she watched the tv.
Settling down with his head on his arms, Davey found himself unable to completely hide a small smile at her expression, finding it incredibly cute. As the movie played, he found that (unsurprisingly) his gaze rested more on Amy than it did on the movie, even if he didn't say much either.
Her blinking became slower and her eyelids started to grow heavy as she stared at the tv. She wasn't exactly watching it, and as the screen became blurred, she moved her hand and rubbed her eyes.
By that point, Davey had been starting to nod off slightly as well, only finding himself blinking completely awake when she moved, his breath catching as he turned his eyes to the screen, heart pounding. For a moment, he was worried she'd caught him staring.
She glanced at him as he looked at the tv and then turned so she was laying on her side (facing him). Curling her hands up under her chin, she let herself close her eyes.
Well, apparently, she either hadn't caught him, or she didn't mind, because when she didn't say anything, Davey let himself relax, shifting slightly onto his side as well as he laid his cheek against his arms so that he could see both her and the screen. His sleep deprived brain didn't register the movie at all now, though, as he watched her through heavy lidded eyes. Why did she have to be so... adorable?
Shortly after, her heavy breathing could be heard as she had slipped into sleep.She stirred and her eyes fluttered open partially. "Huh?" She mumbled, groggily.
That brought him out of his daze for a moment, and Davey stared for a moment before asking in a sleepy voice, "Did I... say something?"
"Thought so...." she said and trailed off as she nuzzled into the pillow and settled back into half-sleep.
"Didn't realize I'd said it out loud," he said with a yawn. "I don't know, sorry..." He had an idea what he'd said, though, and there was no way he could say it without blushing like a little kid.
"..its okay.." she mumbled and yawned.
"Um, Amy?" His tone came out thick with sleep, and much warmer than he usually spoke to anyone. "I'm..." Pausing for a yawn that he tried to hide a bit, Davey continued, barely able to keep his eyes open as he slid one hand towards her arm, fingers bumping clumsily into her elbow, "I'm gonna fall asleep soon.... did you want me to... go?"
"If...you want..to.." She mumbled after a good solid minutes. It took her that long to register he had spoken. Her arm remained where it was, and hardly moved at all, only her sides rose as she breathed in and out. She then sighed out and pushed her self up on her knees some to takeo ff the heavy sweater (it was too warm) and let ti drape down the side of the bed. She then laid back as she was and closed her eyes. Her arm sort of stuck out a little towards him unintentionally.
Yawning again, Davey shifted again so that he was lying facing her, a little closer to her with one arm tucked up beneath his head for a makeshift pillow as his other arm rested on the bed between them. Were he a little more awake, he probably would be freaking out inside at the whole thing, but for now, he only had a warm fuzzy feeling at the thought of falling asleep beside this girl he'd had a crush on for the last year.
There was no telling what time it was, but several hours later, as dusk was starting to fall, the light coming through the closed blinds changed. The birds had stopped singing, and there was heavy foot traffic in the hallway outside the smalle darkened room. The dvd had long played the dvd menu over and over, as no one had shut it off. The volume was low, though. Amy had rolled onto her back, and laid with her head turned towards Davey as she breathed gently. Her tank top covered chest rose and fell with every breath, and somehow the gap between them had lessened significantly with out either realizing it. One hand was draped on her stomach while theother was at her side bent upwards at the elbow. The side of her hand was touching his.
Somehow during their sleep, probably from Davey's normal habit of moving around in his sleep, aside from the gap between them lessening so much, the elastic Davey had used to pull his hair back earlier had disappeared, and the long dark strands lay messily in his face, over his shoulders, even slightly across Amy's pillow as he had shifted enough to be laying with his head almost on the edge of it. By this point, he was already slowly starting to wake up, but it was the loud knock on the door followed by that high pitched voice that could only belong to Amy's friend Rachel that woke him up.
Amy hadn't woken up yet, and was still somewhere in a dream. She had found a piece of his black hair and begun unknowingly curl it around her fingers.
"Amy, are you awake yet? Cheryl said to bring you your homework from classes, so if you don't answer, I'm just going to come in, okay?" Rachel called out, tapping her foot impatiently.
Davey stared at Amy's face, laying so close to his, eyes dropping in a daze to watch her play with his hair before he had registered what, exactly, Rachel had said. Shit. Pushing himself up a bit, Davey found himself yawning widely as he reached to wrap his fingers around her hand (the one that was pressed against his) and reached out his free hand to shake her gently, saying in a hushed whisper, "Amy? Amy, wake up!"
"Mmmm...mm.huh?" She mumbled until her eyes opened slowly. "Huh..what?"
"Hi," he said quietly, pulling his hand away quickly and starting to pull his fingers from around her hand, feeling very self-conscious. "One of your friends is outside the do-"
Just at that moment, Rachel knocked again and said loudly, "Okay, well, I'm coming in, okay? I was going to see if you wanted to go to the club with me and Cheryl, so if you can hear me, that's where we'll be!" With that, she turned the doorknob, hoping it would be unlocked.
Amy was sitting up now and yawning as she stretched her arms up. She then turned her head towards the door and stared at it for 30 seconds. "Coming..in?" She then rolled off the bed and walked over to the door, glancing back at him a little. She got to the door when rachel got it about five inches open. She pulled the door open enough to just reveal herself. "Hi.." she said, leaning against the doorpost, squinting at the bright light of the hallway.
"Oh, you're awake! Cheryl told me to bring you your homework," Rachel said with a smile, holding out the folder of assignments that had been handed out in classes that day. "You feel up to going out tonight?"
Amy took the folder and squinted at it, and then back at her. She leaned her cheek on the doorframe and shrugged. "What time is it?"
Davey, in the meantime, curled up in the corner of the bed, finding that, though he'd had enough sleep most likely, he wanted to fall right back asleep at the moment.
Rachel laughed and said, "It's about 8 15 or something. You missed ALL of your classes, you know, I didn't think the hangover was that bad. Are you feeling better?"
"I think I'm getting there." She said with a sheepish smile. "Awww you got all my work. You guys are great!" She said, attempting to sound cheerfull. Her head was swimming and she wanted to lay back down."I'm going to go back to bed now, okies?" She said to Rachel. "You go. I'll go with you tommorow. Weekend you know."
"Alright!" Rachel leaned forward to give her friend a quick hug and said, "Get better, girly, we can't party the same without you." With a slight smile, Rachel nodded and turned to head back down the hall, a confident sway in her walk from the high heeled boots she had put on for the night.
Amy had returend the hug and promised tommorow again before turning to close the door. She pressed her back to the door, clenching the file to her chest and let out a sigh. She then glanced over at the bed, the room still darkened.
"Davey" She said in a low voice.
Heart pounding from almost being caught by her friend (who obviously didn't like him, as he'd found out for sure that morning), Davey was quiet for a long moment before looking towards the door, barely able to see anything in the dark room. That heart pounding feeling now came from a different source when he heard her say his name, and he had to swallow hard before saying in a slightly hoarse voice, "Yeah?"
"Its 8:15. at night." She said, and moved away from the door. She dropped the folder on the floor and laid back down on the bed, onto her back a small distance from him. She stared up at the ceiling, where the light reflecting of her crytal animals danced on the ceiling thanks to street lights outside. "We slept all day," she said softly.
"I heard," he said quietly, staring at her figure in the darkness. He could make out very little detail right now, even with the light from the street lamps outside (possibly due to the angle he was looking at her from). "I can't believe we slept all day... DO you feel better?"
"I think so. I'm sorta wide awake now." She said and let out a somewhat content shigh. She looked over at him, whisps of her hair falling against her cheek. "You?"
"Now I am," he said, propping himself up on one elbow. Now he could see her better. He found himself chewing on his lip slightly before asking in a very quiet voice, "You didn't want to go out tonight, why?"
She shrugged, the same response she gave Rachel. "You going out?" She asked, still watching him.
"I never go out, unless it's to the movies," he said softly, looking up at the lights reflecting on the ceiling. Anything to avoid feeling like a total boring loser.
"That's cool." She said, affirming him. She then turned onto her side and tucked her arm under head like he had done for himself earlier. She watched him look up, her lips pressing into a small grin. She then looked upwards again at the ceiling.
"Kinda boring, actually..." he murmured, face heating up as he looked down at his hands, sneaking a glance at her. Thank goodness it was dark.
"No...going to a club I can't stand is." She told him as she reached her hand up and scratched the back of her head. "They always go to the same one, and I'm tired of it." She looked back at him again, and wondered why he didn't make much eye contact.
"You don't look at me," she said, voicing her thoughts. She then sat up and shifted to sit indian style. "Why?"
"I do, I like looking at you," Davey replied without thinking. Oh fuck. Ducking his head a bit, his hair fell to shield his face from view as he said sheepishly, "You just don't usually notice, or I don't... um... make it obvious."
"You must think I'm a ditz, huh." She said, moving her legs so she hugged her knees to her chest."Only thinking about parties and stuff."
"And your horseback riding and taking pictures, and... that doesn't seem that ditzy to me," he countered softly. In an even softer voice, he added, "And your poetry..."
"My..poetry?!" She said, sounding alarmed. "What do you know about it?" She said, in a low voice as she furrowed her eyebrows.
"I know that I like the little bit I heard about... Merill said that there was some written on your math homework last night," he admitted, looking over at her.
She stared at him, her mouth dropping open a little."Ooooh God," she groaned a little and let out a saddened sigh. "I forgot about that! I can't-No-I belive he would show it off. The jerk."
"He only actualy told me because I asked, he said he erased all of it, actually," Davey said hesitantly, unsure if it would bother her or not.
"On...my homework paper?" She asked, arching an eyebrow.
He nodded, then said, "I'm only saying what he told me, I don't know for sure what he did with it."
"No its fine he erased it..I mean, I dont wanna have the teacher reading it," she laughed a little, a soft chuckle with a little snort."Its shit anyways, my poetry."
"If it makes any difference, I really did like it," Davey said persistently. "Especially the one about the dream."
She mouthed "dream?" and then tilted her head as she continued to hug her legs to her chest. She then recited a bit of it, and asked for clairifcation if thats the one. "You like that?" She couldn't help but slowly smile at that. "Thanks."
"I really do. It... reminded me of something," he said, smiling a bit back at her. His gaze strayed a bit, and then as it fell on the tv screen and the DVD menu started to replay, Davey tilted his head slightly, and said, "It kind of reminded me of a... story I'm... working on, actually."
"A story for class?" She asked, leaning towards him a little, her interest peaked.
"No, not for class," he said with a smile. "Though if I ever get it finished, I may ask if I can substitute it for one of my projects or for extra credit. It's more..." Davey hesitated, not wanting to take full credit for it, but not wanting to tell her that it was a roleplay thing for a series she didn't like, either. "It's a personal interest thing," he said.
"Its more....oh." She asked, her eyebrows arching up as she started to ask and then relaxed her forehead when he answered.
"What does...your girlfriend think of your writing?"
Ducking his head a bit, he hid a pleased smile at the fact she thought he would be cool enough or whatever to HAVE a girlfriend. "I, um..." Pausing, Davey shifted to lean in a bit closer to her, sort of half looking up at her through his eyelashes, feeling incredibly shy now as he admitted, "I don't actually.... HAVE a girlfriend. I'd hope that if I did, she'd like it... Or even if it didn't interest her, that she'd support it, anyway."
She arched her eyebrows, trying not to look too surprised, even though she was. "You don't? I'm sorry." Was all she said. 'Good thing I didn't ask if he was gay,' she thought to herself.
"Don't be sorry, it's not like I need to be with someone," he said with a small, tight lipped grin. "I mean, there IS someone I'm interested in, but I don't know how it would... work out... if I were to ask her out or anything..." Wow, that was subtle, Davey.
She nodded, showing she was listening and then let out a small "ohhhhh."
"Well....I don't know there. Talk to her I guess." She said as she stared down at her perfectly painted toes in deep purple. She wiggled them as she looked at them, then some hair fell down in front of her eyes.
"I have, a bit," he said softly, going back to his habit of sneaking glances at her. "I just wouldn't know how to tell her." Seeing her hair falling into her eyes, he tried hard to suppress the urge to reach out and brush it back from her face, but a moment later, he was leaning towards her slightly again, reaching one hand towards her to run through those strands of hair as he tucked them back behind her ear.
She moved her hand just then as she stared down and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Are you asking for advice, or somethin'?" She asked, looking up and over at him finally, side glanced at his hand, hovering there.
Swallowing hard at the near miss, Davey pulled his hand back quickly and said in a somewhat nervous voice, "Yeah... would that be okay?"
She gave him a somewhat 'are you serious' look but then shrugged. "Okies."
Of course, that's not what he had been doing, but it was the only thing he had been able to think of to say to cover up what had happened, and he gave her a slight smile.
She returned it with a grin and then stretched her legs out to the side of him and leaned back on her hands. She tossed her shoulder length hair a little back, and then blew up to puff her tendrils out of her eyes. "So what specifically can I tell you?"
"How do I tell her without sounding like a complete retard?" he asked quietly, watching her lean back with heart pounding. "And how do I get up the courage to actually TELL her?" And is it okay to just kiss her to let her know, because she's making me want to kiss her right now just by what she's doing, Davey thought to himself, mouth feeling very dry as he shifted his position so he was kneeling beside her now.
"Hmmm..tough one. Indeed." She said, staring upwards at the ceiling. "Well, you could write it...and then read it. Like a script for theater, right?" She then looked over at him. "Does that help?"
"I thought of that, but then I'd be worried she'd think it was just an act, you know?" he said softly, clenching his hands on his knees. "I mean, that's the only way most people seem to know me, as the theater geek."
"Or as someone who is better pretending to be someone else than himself. Think about it." She said and shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, stretching her arms up and back. "I'm going to take a shower. You can stay if you want, watch tv or something."
Damn it. And here he was, trying to get up the courage to tell her now. Letting out a slow breath, Davey looked over at her and said in a quiet voice, "Oh... alright, thanks."
She looked over at him and grinned a little. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just... I..." Hesitating, Davey tried to make himself say it - 'I really like you, and have for the last year, hope you don't think that's weird or bad or anything' - but instead found himself saying, "I think I'm still a little bit tired, or haven't completely woken up yet."
"You're welcome to sleep here if you want. No roomates here." She said, waving her hand at the bed. "I'll only be 10 minutes. Have to wash my hair. Or it gets greasy." And with that she stood up and walked to the closet to grab her towel.
"Alright.. Thank you," he said again, smiling at her back as he took in what she'd said. Her too? Speaking of which, he needed a shower still. His hair was already kind of gross from forgetting to wash it this morning.
"And if you need to go in, just grab a towel, kay?" She said as she walked across the room to the small bathroom every dormroom had. She couldn't close the door all the way due to some sort of metal hanger on the inside that prevented it. The next sound was water running, then the shower.
"I can do that..." he said to himself as he listened to the sounds of the shower running, staring at the partially open door with slightly wide eyes. He didn't quite understand what she had meant, and he supposed she could have meant anything by it... It would probably be best if he just occupied himself with something else instead of obsessing over the fact she was IN THE SHOWER and he was sitting right there. So he left the room and RAN to his dorm room on the other floor, grabbing the drawing and a couple pens before running back to her dorm and turning on the overhead light so he could start finishing the rose for her.
About five minutes later the water cut off and there was some movement in the bathroom and then silence.
She finally emerged from the bathrom wearing the same spaghetti strap tank top and pajama pants. She was toweling her even curlier wet hair and slid into a bucket chair near the bed. "Oh, you turned the light on." She said as she squinted up at it.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, I went to grab that drawing, I'm not a big fan of..." Davey trailed off as he looked up at her from the bed. She was so pretty, it was distracting. "... tv."
She was rubbing the towel on the back of her head as she followed his words to the tv. "Oops." She said, meaning the repeating menu. She got up and walked over to the tv to turn the dvd player off. HBO came on again, this time showing the The Grudge, and it was the scene of the little boy holding his kitty in the closet."Oh god, this movie SCARES me!" She exclaimed.
Following her gaze to the screen, Davey shifted uncomfortably and said nervously, "Yeah.... Can we, uh.. turn that off? That movie gave me nightmares."
"You too?" She said, looking over at him. She then walked over to the bed, staring down at it and him. "hmm...the changer is here somewhere." She said, dropping the towel to look for it ont he bed. It was now obvious she had forgotten her bra after her shower.
"It is?" Despite his admittance of nightmares from the movie, Davey had still been watching it until she came over. Now it was all he could do not to stare at her, face flushing when he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Um... Do you have an extra towel I can use? I forgot to grab mine from my room," he said, voice pitched just slightly higher than normal as he resolutely looked away for now (at least until he could figure out a way to not be obvious about staring...).
"yeah I told you, in the closet." She said as she turned the pillow over and then moved the sheets about. She found it finally, on the floor. She turned and switched it to VH1.
"Ah music videos. Cool." She mumbled as she slinked down onto the bed.
Heaving a sigh of relief, he hurriedly stood, leaving the drawing at the head of the bed on the binder he had grabbed from her desk and hurrying to the closet to grab a towel before she could realize his, um... condition. Damn it for forgetting a change of clothes, and for not being able to hide certain things like girls could. That done, he hurried into the bathroom to start the shower up again.
She was watching a Pink video when he had gone into the bathroom. She sat onthe bed and glanced over, seeing something on the paper. She reached over and picked it up and her eyes widened slightly. It was that rose drawing Merrill had showed her. So it DID exist, and it was His. Interesting. She grined alittle, seeing now it included a leaf or two.
It was between ten and fifteen minutes before the shower turned off, and then another couple before he came back out, still trying to towel dry his hair. It was so long now that it didn't seem to want to get dry very quickly at all. "Well, I feel a little better now," he announced quietly, dropping to sit beside her on the bed. "Who's on?" he asked after a moment, not recognizing anything about the current video - if it was an actual video and not a commercial...
She shoved the drawing back onto the binder and shoved it to the edge of the bed where it was right before he came out. She sat on the opposite side of th ebed, her arms curled around the pillow as she feigned watching VH1. "Oh.....uh Pink." She said randomly.
"Oh, awesome. I actually kind of like some of her songs," he said, hiding a smile as he glanced back at her. He really DID feel better.
"Yeah. She's cool." Amy replied, and offered no other commentary.
She flipped the channels, moving through all the music ones and then through the news stations, as if bored by it.
Davey watched this for a few minutes, and then, as they half watched a segment on the news about the latest incidents in Iraq, he suggested tentatively, "You know, maybe we could always just go.... check out a movie or something, if there's anything you're interested
in seeing?"
She continued to flip through and stopped on an episode of Star Trek and looked over at him.
"Right now?"
"Well, there's no way I can fall asleep again right now, and you look like you're bored out of your fucking skull," he explained, the swearing coming out just out of his habits he'd picked
up from theater friends and... well, other people..
She arched her eyebrows at him just then, probably when her cursed
"But I'm..not. You're here." She then turned the tv off and turned to look at him fully.
"But we weren't talking or anything, just staring at a tv screen," Davey pointed out, giving her a small smile.
"And yeah... I realize I suggested going to stare at an even bigger tv screen..." He stuck his tongue out at her before he'd even realized the urge had struck him.
She let out a breath and rolled her eyes before sticking her tongue out at him while crossing her eyes.
"Idiot." She teased and pointed to his drawing. "What about that?"
He looked over to where she was pointing, and found himself blushing a bit now. "What about it?" he asked softly, looking back at her after he had pulled the drawing over to sit on his leg.
"Well you didn't bring it here to see a movie with. Besides, I don't feel like going out. I just want to stay here." With you, but she didn't say it.
"No, I brought it so I could finish it," Davey said, smiling almost shyly as he ducked his head. "You know, I actually wasn't going to finish it past that first quick sketch you saw."
"Oh. Well I can still buy it right?" She said, and moved the pillow so it was back against the head board. She then laid back, half sitting up on the pillow as her hands folded on her flat stomach.
"And if I refused to let you pay me for the drawing, you would do what?" he asked, scooting down a bit to lay back on the bed, propping his feet up near her hip and stretching his arms up beneath his head. The slight smirk on his face was half teasing.
She glanced over at him, and then arched her eyebrows. She then glanced at his bare feet.
"Say what?"
"What if I don't want you to pay me for it?" he repeated stubbornly, not quite understanding what exactly that expression on her face meant.
"Are you ticklish?" She asked him quietly.
"Say what? What does that have to do with anything?"
He gave her a bewildered look at that, then snorted. "I don't tell people secrets like that, too easy to exploit."
"Oh, so you do have secrets now?" She said, sitting up more as she brought her knees to her chest.
"Yeah, big dark secrets like where my ticklish spots are, IF I have any," he said jokingly, face heating up a bit at the remembrance of the only real lie he'd told her before. That was definitely a secret he wasn't happy with, one that DESERVED the name of 'secret'.
"Want to play a game?" She asked, as if satisfied with his answer. "While you draw."
"Sure, I suppose," Davey said, a little surprised that she didn't mind him drawing while she was there. A lot of people he knew didn't like trying to hold a conversation with him while he drew.
"Okay. How about I ask you a question, you asnwer. Then ask me a question and I answer."
"Sounds cool, then," Davey replied, shifting onto his side and propping himself up as he reached for the pen he always drew with.
"Alright....Whats your favorite color?" she asked as she twirled hair around her finger.
"Tie between dark red and green," he said automatically, studying the drawing as he tried to figure out what else it needed, aside from he obvious.
"cool," she said and watched him, waiting for him.
".... What was your favourite pet as a kid?" he finally asked, glancing up at her for a moment before looking back down at the drawing and starting to lightly scratch the pen on the paper, being careful about how much ink to let onto the paper.
"I had a kitten once. And a hampster." She told him.
"You had a kitten?" Davey said, looking up with a grin. "I love kittens."
"Yeah? Me too." She said, giving him a small smile.
"What was your first word as a baby?"
"Oh, god, I don't even remember!" Laughing, he shook his head and thought about it, trying to remember the stories his mother had told him when he was younger and she was still around. "I think my mum told me it was something.... something about music, though the
word itself had nothing to do with anything musical, apparently. But that we were listening to a song I liked, and I just randomly came out with some word. I don't remember what she said it was though."
She made a soft laugh. "Did you just say MUM? Not Mom?"
"Yeah. I like Britishisms," Davey said, laughing a bit.
She forced a grin but arched her eyebrows, somewhat curious. "Thats cool I guess."
elizadolohov: "Ever been there?"
"Nope. My mom always promised me she'd take me there someday, since I was always so awestruck by England," he said softly, smile fading slightly.
"I've been there. I think three times." She told him
causally as she watched him.
"I have cousins there, and we always stay at their estate."
"Really?" That kind of brought it back to him just who she was, a fact which had managed to slip his mind over the last 24 hours. "Must be... nice. I'd still like to go at some point, though I won't be able to go with my mum."
That statement seemed to sadden him a bit, but he tried to cover it up with a small smile at her, managing to make it steady enough.
She returend the small smile with one similar. "You
should try the exchange program next year then." She said, offering
advice rather than questioning him about his mother.
Thank god for small favours. "Yeah, that's what Merill said," Davey replied, the small smile widening into a grateful one. "I really want to do it, too, I just don't know if I'll have the money
for it by the time the application cut off date."
"Ah... comes. That is."
"Its the same as a semester term. Only thing you need is food money and for clubbing...Oh and Merrill is right." She told him as she twirled a complete finger in her hair and pulled it out. The tight curle bounced back to how it was before.