Prom Week discussion

Perry walked out to the eating area and sat down. Mostly because well he didn't feel like going to class right now. He didn't want to be around the other populars, and most importantly he just wanted to eat his Cheetos. Pulling open the bag he picked one up and put it in his mouth, chewing purposefully and savoring the artificial cheese flavor. Curiously he found his thoughts turning over to the biology homework he didn't do. He really should've done that, but with that game of basketball at the park with the guys, and then with the chaos of Alexis and Lydia this morning? Yeah he just hadn't felt like it. And now? Now he just wanted to eat some fattening junk food in peace.

Felicity walked out into the out door eating are, more like stormed. It was obvious from the glare on her face and the way she was walking that she was not in a good mood. And above that, she had bumped into Mason in the hallways. The only good thing that came from that was she had gotten some money for food. The bad thing, well she bumped into Mason and apparently she was not to come home till three in the morning. An extra three hours in the park, joy. At least she had her sweatshirt with her this time. Last time she almost froze to death. She saw Perry sitting at a picnic table, but ignored him and walked past. She went and sat under 'her' tree, practically hidden from view. She opened her journal to the middle which was filled with some of the few pictures she had of her parents and the time they had spent together as a family.

Perry looked up curiously, as Felicity stormed past looking like a hurricane. Smirking he stood and walked over before sitting down right next to her, "You know, last I heard, we weren't quite up to Hurricane Felicity, yet." He smirked and popped another Cheeto in his mouth before holding out the bag to her offering her one. Usually he didn't hang out with Felicity. She constantly seemed to be PMS'ing and it just wasn't his type of crowd. At least with Alexis her witchitude was manageable. With Felicity it seemed to be constant and never yielding.

Felicity heard Perry's voice behind her and quickly shut her journal. It was something she carried around all the time, but let no one see the contents of it's inside. Her face was calmer now than it had been a minute ago. Just looking at those pictures did that sometimes. She shook her head at Perry's offer, but didn't say anything in reply to his comment. She knew that he wouldn't be leaving any time soon, so she opened up her English notebook, nothing too important. She flipped through it till she found an empty page and tried to think of something to put down in it.

Looking at the journal Perry nodded towards it, "What's the point of that thing, anyway? I mean you carry it around like you're writing your own personal burn book or something." He smirked and then popped another Cheeto in his mouth. Eating it before continuing. "So what got you so steamed up anyway? Did you get rejected by some guy? Find out you have AIDS? Do you have an STD?" Perry asked wondering what could've gotten her so pissed off and yet to flip open that little book she seemed to have calmed down....huh.

"It's the only thing keeping me sane." She said simply as she took off her turtle locket. Felicity figured it was safe to just say that. It was the truth and didn't reveal anything that was in the journal. She polished her locket with her shirt and set it down on the grass in front of her. She had a habit of doing that. Polishing this locket and her octopus pocket watch. They were one of the few things she had left of her parents, her real. By that she meant her mother who loved and cared for her. Not the druggie-alcoholic she had become and died as. In her mind, her mother and father were perfect and they were a perfect family. "None of the above." She added to his other questions. Felicity picked up her pencil and started to lightly sketch a rectangle. She decided that she would draw her locker. She had tried before, but she had never been able to get it right. Maybe it would work this time. Or so she hoped.

"Oh, look at you." Darlene said when she walked and sit in front of Lydia. "From popular to a loner now?"
And when she saw the serious look on Lydia's face, she hold up both of her hand in front of her and fake a frown. "And don't snapping at me and saying 'mind your own business' again. It freaks me out."

Perry looked up, wow the outside area certainly had gotten popular with...well Populars rather quickly. "Hmmm well that's good then. You're not pregnant right? Because no offense, Felicity, but you wouldn't be a very good mom. At least not at this age. You're too......aggressive." He shrugged not meaning it in an insulting way, just that she shouldn't be a mom right now. Reaching over he touched the locket, invading her personal space, but hey that was Perry for you. "Cute." He said after a moment of inspecting it and then letting her have it once more. "So whats the story behind the necklace? You got a picture of your first pet in there?" He asked trying to make conversation with the girl who thought drawing a rectangle with a bunch of little rectangles (books) inside, was more fun than talking to him. Damn....either Perry was far less interesting than he thought or Felicity wasn't interested in guys.

Darlene smiled. "Hey." She said, with naughty gleamed in her eyes. "Do want to do something great?" She asked.

"If I was pregnant, I wouldn't be doing this. I would probably be sobbing that I had just destroyed the life my unborn child. So no. I'm not pregnant." Felicity said calmly. She reached for her locket which Perry had taken, not caring that he was in her space, but he had a pretty good grip on it. When he finally gave it back to her, she polished it with her shirt again. "Daddy gave it to me." She said, opening her the locket to reveal the picture of her parents and the mirror on the other side with the tiny engraving of where ever we are we'll always be with you. She closed the locket quickly and placed it back on the notebook where she resumed sketching it. She didn't say anything else, but sketched quietly. It was common knowledge that she was an orphan, so hopefully Perry wouldn't make a snarky comment about her saying "Daddy".

((Can i cut in? =3))

((Felicity will probably murder anyone else who comes in her way. She just got into a good place, sort of. lol))

((So should i take that as a yes or a no?))

((I hate saying no..... but yeah, that..... I feel so bad. I'm sorry. Want to RP with someone else?))

"Huh.....Daddy." Perry said simply and then nodded, "Well then, not sure what to say so that I won't sound like a naive ass, because to be honest I can't say I know how you feel, and I can't say that it will get better because it will always suck for you to live without them." He shrugged and leaned back against the trunk of the tree, running a hand through his hair and then sighing before adding some more Cheetos in his mouth and chewing them thoughtfully. He really didn't want to say something asshole-ish. Biting his lip curiously he sighed slightly and then frowned, "Got any water with you, Felicity?"

Sadiya wrote: "((I hate saying no..... but yeah, that..... I feel so bad. I'm sorry. Want to RP with someone else?))"

((Sure,I could use Vivienne and anywhere and anyone else =) .I'm fine with it.Really.Her and Jonquil already had an incident.Margarete will be fine with me.))

She shrugged at his words, not really feeling like replying to those comments because it wouldn't really matter at all. Felicity looked in her bag and pulled out a water bottle. It was already half empty, but she handed it to him anyway. For the past two days, save that bun from Everett, water had been the only thing entering her system. She gave up on her sketch and shut the notebook after placing her locket back around her neck. She put her English notebook and journal back into her bag and pulled out her phone to check for any texts.

Emily*-~All That Jazz & More~-* wrote: "Sadiya wrote: "((I hate saying no..... but yeah, that..... I feel so bad. I'm sorry. Want to RP with someone else?))"

((Sure,I could use Vivienne and anywhere and anyone else =) .I'm fine with it...."

((Alrighty, where to?))

((Anywhere really. Post somewhere and i'll follow.=) ))

Perry paused and then frowned, "Fel? do you hate me or something? I mean honestly I know we've never been the best of friends but I get along pretty well with all the pops and yet you....you treat me like I'm sort of leper." He shook his head and then sighed and didn't take the water. He didn't want to deal with her and her water if she didn't even think of him as a friend. Standing up he dusted off the back of his pants. "Forget about it, Felicity." He muttered frowning, just when his bad mood had been gone Felicity had to go and flick the switch.

"Perry, wait. I'm sorry okay. I just haven't been having the best of weeks, okay. I'm trying not to blow up on you, like I blew up on Darlene and Court." She said simply, turning around to face him properly. He didn't have to believe her if he didn't want to. She doubted that he would believe her. If anything, he'd probably start to consider her a bit bipolar because of her sudden mood swings, which was sort of ironic in the sense that his moods changed at the flick of a switch.

((Not to be interupting,but did you post somewhere yet? Just sayin'.Because i want to reply before i go to bed.))

Perry rolled his eyes, "Don't worry about it. No need to try to like pity befriend me." He said simply with a wave of his hand over his shoulder. "Next time you don't feel like dealing with people you should just ditch school instead of spreading the Salem Witch disease. Alexis does a fine job of spreading that without the rest of the pop girls doing it too." He shook his head and walked off, his bag of Cheetos still under the tree. God I swear all these girls act like they hate eachother but they must all be best friends seeing as they all seem to be on their periods at the same time....geeesh guys should get a warning or something.

((shoot, sorry.))

((it's ok.=) ))

JayLa~♪ wrote: "Perry rolled his eyes, "Don't worry about it. No need to try to like pity befriend me." He said simply with a wave of his hand over his shoulder. "Next time you don't feel like dealing with people..."

Felicity clenched her hands into fists and pressed them against her head, as he left. "You know nothing. Nothing at all." She whispered angrily. She sat there, like that in a criss cross position with her elbows on her knees, head bent and pressed against her fists. Her mind was an empty void of any thoughts. All she really wanted to do was crawl into a bed and let sleep take over her for one night and nothing else.

She laughed. "Don't worry. Nothing dangerous today. Well, what if..." She looked around and saw Perry talking to Felicity and ignored the jealousy that creeping in before she lower her voice and look straight at Lydia's pretty face. "What if we just skip school and go to this place I know. I want to introduce you to something." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully.

(( Js, neither of them are there now))

She stood up and winked. "Come on then."
Darlene was about to walked when she turned back to Lydia, tilted her head a little to the side and frowned. "By the way, your eyeliner is smeared all over the place." She lied.

Darlene grinned. "Yeah, we both don't have all day."
She walked to the parking lot with Lydia and humming her favorite song. Her step is confident with playful swagger and her eyes, sparkled with mischief. She looked around and thinking for the place she want to show to Lydia. The girl will freak out!

((Yeah, lets change.))

"You'll see. It's a surprise." She looked at Lydia and grinned.

It was finally lunch time and Romeo was starving. Normally, Romeo would eat inside with Ben but Ben was off somewhere and it was a beautiful day. The weather wasn't too hot or cold and the sun was out. Romeo's favorite kind of day. He took his tray and walked down to the green grass, finding a tree that gave off a decent amount of shade. He set down his tray of food and opened his book and started to read. Contrary to popular belief, Romeo enjoyed reading for pleasure and on days like these it was even more enjoyable.

Erin was having similar thoughts. She hadn't brought a book, but instead a very sleepy demeanor. A couple of times she had nearly nodded off, but someone would kick her foot as they walked past, or she would be woken up by an incredibly loud conversation. She was sitting at one of the many picnic tables, resting her head down on it's tabletop. After a while she gave up on her nap, deciding eating her lunch was a better idea--instead of sleeping now and skipping class later to eat.

But skipping class was always more pleasant... it wasn't like she ever learnt anything new. Erin let her eyes wander around the courtyard, and eventually her gaze settled on Romeo. Oh, Romeo. After a slight hesitation, she gathered her things and made her way over to him. She wasn't sure what led her over to him, but she didn't stop to think about her action--knowing she'd chicken out.

"Hey, hot stuff." she teased, dropping to the ground next to him.

Romeo was eating and reading, his book wasn't too bad. It was the Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald and despite the claims of many on how the book was a bore and had no purpose, he actually enjoyed it. He decided that for people to fully understand and like that book they would need to have some sort of intelligence to depict its whole purpose and what little things symbolized.

And then there was Gatsby's whole thing of wanting to get back together with Daisy and have things be just like they were in the past only the past couldn't be repeated. That whole idea somehow reminded him of Erin. Gosh, that girl never got out of his head. But somehow, he found himself understanding Gatsby and that want to recreate the past. But it wasn't possible. The past was past and this was the present. But maybe a second chance could be given.

And it was strange, because at that moment Erin appeared beside him with one of her many greetings. He gave her a smile and set down his book, after marking his page. "Hey, Beautiful. What's up?" He replied with ease. Perhaps this was his second chance.

Erin's heart skipped a beat, even if the greeting was just teasing. It's how they were always interacting with each other, even when they weren't dating. She shrugged, looking through her lunch for something delectable. "I'm sitting here with some super hot guy, just chilling." she joked, not quite meeting his eyes as she said it.

Of course he knew she thought he was attractive, she wouldn't have dated him had she not. Erin had to sigh internally though... why had she let them grow apart? It had been just as much her fault as it had been his, if not more. Probably more... she never had been good with relationships. Especially with guys she really liked.

"Actually, I was trying to sleep, but people kept bothering me. So I abandoned my attempts in trade for a conversation with you." she added, biting into a strawberry as she met his eyes.

Romeo was about to respond to her first comment but she started to speak again so he didn't say anything. He watched her carefully as she spoke. Watched her lips form words that were so casual and umimportant yet sounded so beautiful coming from her. Words coming from those soft, lovely lips he had kissed so many times before. Lips he would love to kiss again in this moment. He looked back up at her face and into her eyes as she met his gaze when she was finished speaking. "Well, you could sleep here and I could make sure no one disturbs you." He said. "Unless, of course you really wanted to talk to me." He said.

Erin pursed her lips, both thoughts were incredibly appealing. She didn't want to fall asleep and drool or something though... but she didn't want to run out of things to talk about with Romeo and delve into awkward silence. It's not even that they ran out of things to talk about, they just didn't talk about the things they might want to. "How much do you want to talk to me?" she asked, raising a brow comically. "Enough to keep me awake?"

"With the things on my mind? I would probably bore you to sleep before you could think of responding to me." He said with a small smile on his face. "So as much as I would love too. I wouldn't be able to keep you awake." And it was true. He doubted that Erin would want to listen to him rant about the characters from the Great Gatsby. Before, when they dated he would do that and she would either make some comment or just not listen. Not only that, but he was sure that if he started to rant about the Great Gatsby his words would lead back to her and how he wished that they could recreate their own past. Or give it a second chance.

"I said how much do you want, I wasn't questioning the quality of our conversation topics." she pointed out, shifting closer to him. Erin made herself comfortable, brushing his shoulder with hers by accident. "Try me." she added, deciding she'd give him the benefit of the doubt before deciding just how tired she was.

Romeo felt himself tense in the slightest as Erin's shoulder brushed his own. The feeling of her shoulder against his, in that however brief moment, felt familiar yet so foreign. He wasn't sure if it made him feel uncomfortable and awkward or accustomed and comfortable with it. "Alright, well you should mentally prepare yourself for this. It's been on my mind all day." He said.

Erin was oblivious to the tension, more focused on the tired fog creeping through her mind. She did caught his expression though, he didn't seem very happy. Or... she wasn't sure. He looked thoughtful, but not in a good way. Was there something wrong? "Consider me fully prepared." she said lightly, trying to keep the apprehensiveness out of her tone.

"It's this book." Romeo said, picking up this copy of the Great Gatsby besides him. "It's this character, the main one actually or one of them, Gatsby. He's basically this poor boy who turned rich but it still hasn't been said exactly how. But that's not important. Basically he changed his identity because he wanted to be something else. I think the term for it was placen-something contraception. Which means he basically just recreated himself. But anyways, now he's in Long Island and he wants to get back together with this girl that he used to love. But the thing is she moved on. She's married and stuff but he refuses to believe that she ever loved her husband wants her to leave him so she can go to Gatsby and they can be happily ever after. He basically wants to recreate that past. And it's really annoying and sort of frustrating because all he wants to do is recreate this past with his ex girlfriend and you can't just remake something. I mean, you can give it a second chance and see where it goes from there but you just can't make something the way it was right away. You need to rework it from there again. And it got me thinking..." He stopped himself. "And that's what it got me thinking. So, yeah. I guess that made no sense to you?"

After a slight pause, Erin's eyebrows pulled together in confusion. She wasn't stupid, she understood with the book meant. "Yeah, I get it." she said slowly, but there was an edge to her voice. She still didn't understand the point of his statement... sure, he could be freaking out over how good the book was. But the was he had said it, it was like he was leading up to this big finish. But instead, he'd completely dropping it off a cliff and made it something. "Well, what did it get you thinking?" she asked. It couldn't be that shallow if he was freaking out so much.

Romeo was feeling more nervous and edgier as he sat there building up the courage of what he really wanted to say to her. But it was now or never. "Slap me if you wish, but what if we could give our past a second chance Erin?" He asked in the form of a statement. He looked at her waiting for her to react. Whether it be a slap or an embrace of joy, he was ready for it. Or so he hoped. One could only hope that Romeo's heart wouldn't shatter with the possible rejection to come.

Honestly surprised, Erin slapped him on the back of the head, Gibbs style. He had said she could; however, she really hadn't meant to, it was just a reflex. He just had to like... spring that on her? She wasn't sure what to say, not entirely trusting herself to words. There were so many doubts she had, mostly due to their past relationship. They had fallen away from each other before... what was so different this time? Was their some ulterior motive? Everyone at Salem had motives.

But no matter what, she couldn't deny the feelings she still had for him. She wasn't so keen to let this second chance slip through her fingers. Just because she had shocked her didn't mean she wasn't thoroughly thrilled. So, before he could get up and leave because she'd hit him, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, hoping a kiss would convey her feelings when words fell short.

Romeo was not surprised that Erin had decided to hit him in the head with one of her famous Gibbs styles slaps. Though the slap to the head did make his heart sink to the bottom of this stomach, slowly disintegrating and becoming ashes as it made its way down there. Whatever they just had, this almost friendship, was gone. He wasn't sure if he would be able to look her in the eye again. In fact he was staring at the grass and was about to get up and leave when she leaned over and kissed him.

That heart that melted to ashes? It had just been resurrected and was beating so hard that it seemed as though it were one some kind of steroids. Words could not describe how Romeo felt. The joy, the excitement, the nervousness, the fear. There were so many emotions that he couldn't keep track. He felt as if he was on fire. But it was that feeling of the mixture of all those emotions, that feeling of being on fire, which made him know this was right.

To avoid making out with him, which was sort of what she wanted to do, Erin pulled back and grabbed her stuff. She grinned as she collected her things, unable to keep the smile off of her face. "So you've told me you want to be my boyfriend again, yes? Now you'll have to prove it to me, or no deal." she clarified, standing up.

Erin didn't want to leave him there, and she certainly didn't want to give him the idea she was playing hard to get. She just... had some doubts about their second time around. Therefore, if he was willing to prove he really wanted to be in a relationship with her--she'd know he was willing to put effort into keeping the relationship once they had one.

Romeo had a genuine smile on his face that hadn't been around for a while. People who said that people can't find the person they love when they were young or those relationships couldn't last were full of bull shit. Here he was, back again with Erin and it wouldn't have been happening unless they both wanted this. And which that kiss it was obvious they both did and it wasn't just his wishful thinking that she wanted him back too. And that really just made Romeo's day. More like week. Perhaps even his month. However when he heard her say she wanted some sort of proof that he wanted to be with her he was a little lost. Romeo was an idiot with relationships which was probably why their previous one had ended. But that would need to change if they wanted this to work. "How about this. I'll take you out to Olive Garden, today or tomorrow or whenever you want and we could just talk about this? I don't know if this will make sense. But I think if we want this to really work then we need to work out our problems that led to our break up." He said, a tad bit serious. Then in a more light tone he added. "And if that's not enough, I'll show up at your locker with roses and flowers everyday. Though I'll draw the line if you want me to sing for you in front of the whole school."

Erin rose a brow, it sounded potentially interesting. She really did want to spend time with him though, the Olive Garden didn't seem like quite the place. "Alright. I propose we go out to eat, then we come back to my house and hang out." she suggested, taking small steps back as not to appease her feelings for him. She was still watching his lips. "No red roses." she remarked, turning on her heal.

Nathanial came here for his free period for no paticular reason. He just felt like it would be a place to think. Annabel was on his mind. What a difference a few minutes make. She was that nice to him,and he only wondered where she could be. Nathan took no food with him,just himself to a table. He just wanted to llok at the sky and think. About anything in general.

((sorryt it's all over the place. Kind of all over the place too.Xp ))