Prom Week discussion

Reapplying her lip gloss Aeryon snapped her compact mirror shut and put it back into her bag. She had some fun in the morning and needed to assemble herself again. Stretching out her legs she sighed, no longer feeling the soreness in them. After all after years of dancing, cheer leading, and sex they wouldn't be affected much anymore.

Mason walked into the auditorium, instead of his study hall. Mason hated study hall with a passion. It was just the place they put everyone in one room because there was no other class for them to be in. Instead, he skipped and went to the auditorium and hanged out there for the period.

Victoria sat carefully positioned on the edge of the rotted wooden stage, her lengthy legs stretched out in front of her and dangling down towards the floor that lay a feet feet below. She swung her legs aimlessly, the back of her heels making a thump thump sound whenever they banged against they banged against the hollow stage. Her arms were stretched behind her and she was leaning back slightly, her face angled so that she was staring up at the rafters of the theater. Victoria absentmindedly ran a slender hand through her dark chocolate main, throwing the soft curls over her shoulder. Beside her sat a half eaten nutella sandwich resting on a crinkled paper bag, the sad remains of her lunch. She had snuck away from the busy cafeteria and had somehow found herself here, the perfect safe place for a girl who just wanted to blend into the shadows.

Dalia walked into the auditorium, footsteps nearly silent. She was humming a light melody though, a song she knew by heart. It was one of her favorites, but she couldn't get it out of her head. She didn't notice anyone else at first, since most people didn't hang out around here unless there was a play or something to practice for. She ran a hand through her long light-blond-sometimes-looked-white hair and jogged up the stairs a bit carelessly untill she was on the stage. There was a crinkling sound, and she turned to see Victoria sitting on the edge. She stopped humming and took in a sharp breath. "Heya."

Sadiya wrote: "Mason walked into the auditorium, instead of his study hall. Mason hated study hall with a passion. It was just the place they put everyone in one room because there was no other class for them to ..."

Rolling her eyes when she saw the two girls making noise, Aeryon turned to leave when she spotted Mason. She liked talking to him, because she sensed something different about him but she didn't know what it was. Yet she was always interested in challenges,"Hey Mason."

Mason looked up from his seat when he heard people talking. He noticed that it was Dahlia and Vicky maybe? He wasn't sure as he didn't have classes with them. Either way they were being a nuisance to him. People no longer had respect for those who were working hard and trying to actually be productive. Mason had a very important Pokemon battle to win on his game boy. When he heard his name, he paused the game and looked up. "Hey, Aer." He said.

Aeryon sat next to him and peered into his game boy. "Pokemon? I'm so good at those games,"Her eyes sparkled with amusement. "I'm sure I can hold my own in a round against you." Running her hand through her hair she smiled,"So what brings you here?"

"You know that I would pulverize you in any round." He said with a smile, as he shut his game boy and stuffed it into his pocket. He was in one of his good moods that day so he wasn't bothered too much that she had uninterrupted his game, especially since they were friends. "What brings you here? It's normally empty. Was there supposed to be a surprise party for me?"

An amused laugh came from Aeryon. "Oh Mason, we shall see. Because that is a challenge I'll be willing to take." Especially since he said it with a smile. He doesn't believe she could beat him at all. "Oh well I didn't want to go and see what was up today because something would eventually get me annoyed." She shrugged,"What about you?"

((Want to just end this and RP with Nathan?))

((What do you mean? Like with Aeryon or with Annabel?))

((Annabel. We have yet to RP the class couple. :P ))

((She's being rp'ed right now. But keep Nathan free so we can rp them when she's free))

((Blargh. How long?))

((MMmmmmm soon if Emily's on))

CrushingonGuysFromBooks wrote: "((MMmmmmm soon if Emily's on))"

((Which i am now.=) ))

((Question: Would this be considered "empty" by now, seeing as no one's posted in almost a week? Or should I not?))

((Mmm, nevermind.))

Miranda frowned as she stalked over towards the cd player. It was old yes, and most people just used i homes and stuff like that. But not her. She liked the old CD players and right now? When the auditorium was empty? She liked to get her practice in. Which was why she was dressed in black spandex leggings, a form fitting black leotard, and a loose hanging off one shoulder white t-shirt. None of these things were clothes her mother sent to her, these were clothes her mother would never want Miranda to be caught dead in, but right now? With her chest rising and falling quickly, the music skipping as the CD had been played far too many times, Miranda was thankful for the old clothes. They gave her the room she needed to breath and sitting down on the floor of the stage she started pushing random buttons of the CD player.

Romeo had found his way into the auditorium. What had possessed him to come here? He really had no idea. But it was better than trying to force himself on yet another lecture in AP Bio from Mr. Tymez about DNA and how it was so important and all the little tiny details they needed to know from finals, although Romeo would be exempted because he was a senior and had a A average in the class. So he decided that skipping one class really wouldn't be too bad. There was only so much one could take of Biology. And then there was only so much one could take of Mr. Tymez, with his high pitched old man voice and constant pausing because he couldn't remember what he had been talking about only thirty seconds ago. Romeo had no idea how old Mr. Tymez was, but he was sure that the man was far over the recommended retirement age. However old he was, he hoped the guy would take mercy on future students and retire soon.

Romeo heard the sound of a skipping CD and frustrated button pushing. The only reason he recognized the sound was because Ben's dad was one of the only people who still used a CD player, among other things. When he looked ahead near the stage he found himself staring at Miranda. He raised an eyebrow at her methods of fixing the player and approached. "Mind if I try?" He asked, looking at the player, indicating that he might be able to fix it.

Blowing air out of her mouth and causing her bangs to flop away from her eyes in a huff she looked up irritation clear on her face. Mostly she was irritated she hadn't realized that someone else was in the room, the doors to the auditorium weren't exactly quiet but turning now and seeing the male before her it took a few moments before his name bubbled to the surface of her thoughts. Romeo.....As in Shakespeare's Romeo.... With a roll of her eyes she turned the CD player towards the guy. "Have at it, lover boy."

Now most girls when they gave a guy a nickname, especially a guy with looks like Romeo, they said it with a smile, with a light tone bordering on flirtatious, maybe even a slight flutter of their eyelashes. When Miranda said it? It was practically cold enough to lower the temperature in the room a few degrees. Miranda did not like having to get help from others, she didn't like looking like she needed assistance, and she certainly didn't like getting assistance from guys like Romeo who probably avoided libraries like they would get leprosy from entering one. Needless to say that with the CD player left to Romeo, Miranda quickly rose to her feet, brushing out her bangs with her fingertips before retying her hair, needing it to be that perfectly tight pony tail. A sloppy ponytail would hinder her performance. Honestly, she didn't expect Romeo to be able to do anything. Hell she figured he was just bored, what class was he ditching? Hell if she knew, she didn't really talk to any of the seniors unless they were one of those User Populars, or in her theater classes.

Romeo did not even bother to roll his eyes at Miranda, knowing it would only add fuel to the fire. Not that he really cared for her attitude. And it didn't seem like she cared either. She seemed to be one of those "I'm in it for myself, Bitches" type of girls and to some degree he could respect that because for some that was the only world they knew. How they lived it? Romeo had no idea. Romeo only knew that his life had been a complete mess until he made some real friends who sort of helped him get on track and focus on his life. He was pretty sure if it weren't for them, he'd be getting high off some pills in the janitor's closet.

As she stepped away from the CD player he took it and tried to see what was wrong. It seemed to be fine, so he assumed it was really the CD that wasn't working. He hit a few buttons, holding the play/pause button for a few minutes, then he turned over the player and took out the batteries, and placed it back in. Then he messed around with a bit more. It may have seemed as though he had no idea what he was doing. But Romeo had done this enough times that it was practically a routine for him. He pressed play finally and her music came from the speakers sounding as beautiful as ever.

With her back turned towards Romeo, Miranda honestly didn't expect anything remarkable to happen. She knew she needed to upgrade and get with the times, but for now? She liked using her CD Player. It was classy and almost as cool as Vinyl records. Almost. Crossing her arms over her chest she was already mentally preparing to tell him to just forget about it and to stop messing with the player, when the sound of one of Jean Mouton's classic Renaissance pieces suddenly started to pour through the Auditorium.

Needless to say that when Miranda spun on her heel there was a fraction of a second where her eyes had widened in surprise. A fraction of a second. Looking Romeo up and down as if assessing him she nodded, "Huh." Was all she said. No 'Thank you', nothing of the sort. Not even a nod of thanks. Instead it was just a 'huh' before she turned her cold eyes on him. "What are you doing here in my auditorium, lover boy?" she asked sharply as if he had no right to be here. As if this really was her auditorium. She wished. But for all intensive purposes, it was hers. After all she was the final voice on everything. Not even the drama teacher got in her way when it came to these things.

Romeo rose his eyebrows at her version, if it was even that, of a thank you. Although, he didn't know Miranda personally, he had heard enough of her to know that if she were to use words like 'please' and 'thank you' it meant that the world was about to experience its apocalypse, if it hadn't come to an end already. It was nice to know that the world was still in balance.

"Your auditorium? I didn't realize that the auditorium had been sold off yet? I was looking forward to the bidding. Congratulations on the big win." Romeo said with a big grin, that would have made most girls melt. But he knew that it would not work on Miranda and he could care less as there was only one girl in his mind that he wanted to melt from that smile and that was Erin. Though, Romeo had to admit that Miranda was actually attractive. But her attitude and personality pulled her from being a ten to a zero within a span of thirty seconds if she was lucky.

Scoffing Miranda bent down and stopped the music. Looking up over at him she raised a brow, "you have got to be kidding me." This is the type of guy that girls rave about in the hallway? That girls giggle about and try to drop their books just before he passes by so they'll be graced with his help? Pitiful. Sarcastic little jabs like that? So not attractive in Miranda's point of view. It was obvious to anyone with half a brain cell that she meant it metaphorically. Obviously Romeo lacked that half a brain cell, suitable, she supposed. After all the Romeo in Shakespeare's play had only half a brain cell as well.

Personally she liked Shakespeare, I mean the guy was a genius, writing the way he did. Crafting words in such a way that it revolutionized theater. Still.....the story of two star crossed lovers who committed suicide due to lack of communication? Honestly....it was ridiculous. To believe they were that much in love with another? It was a fools romance and it was folly to believe in that. Smirking over at Romeo, it wasn't the nice kind of smirk. It was the kind of sarcastic smirk that people made when they didn't think things were funny at all. That 'oh haha you're so cool' smirk, "Gee Thanks. It's a real big accomplishment." She shot off with a roll of her blue eyes.

"Are you expecting me to take you seriously? Normally, the roll of the eyes is a big turn off and just makes you look less serious about whatever it is that you are attempting to accomplish. It almost makes you look... cute. For attempting, y'know?" He said it in a tone that was serious, but to some degree curious. What was she trying to accomplish with her I'm the biggest, baddest bitch there is. Don't question it or I'll rip out your heart attitude. He was sure that he was asking for the death penalty with the remark he had just said to her. But he had thought it would do her good to experience a little honesty. And the fact that she seemed to think that she could just get her way and tear everyone down. Well, everyone but him. Romeo cared for the opinion of a few people. But girls like her? They're opinions were worth less than crap to him and he was sure the feeling was mutual.

[this was like her smirk btw xD - http://images.wikia.com/icarly/images... (view spoiler)[ Miranda's response to being called cute: (hide spoiler)] ]

Blinking a few times rather slowly it took her mind a moment to get off the fast track towards Rage Fit Miranda, her thoughts racing at his words. Cute? Cute?! CUTE! I would rather be a a freaking damned goldfish lying on it's death bed with some freak disease than be cute! CUTE?! Needless to say that there was a slight flash in her eyes, and if she hadn't been skilled with acting she probably would've death glared at him right then and there. Probably would've flinched or twitched or something equally dramatic.

As it was she merely walked over to the edge of the stage, hopped off onto the floor and headed to one of the seats where her bag was. Taking out a bottle of water she took a drink before turning to him, "One would think you're avoiding the question I asked." she remarked simply, her eyes an impassive unreadable icy blue as she stared at him. Miranda was always the type of girl to do eye contact, mostly because she'd never had to look away first. Others always seemed to fold under the harsh glare that she gave off.

((Haha, that's perfect. xD ))

Romeo smiled as she gave him a glare. "Well, it seems that I forgot the question you were asking. Mind asking it again?" He asked, with a raised eyebrow. When he looked away, it wasn't because of her glare. Romeo leaned laid back down, next to the CD player, putting his arm behind his head as a sort of pillow while his legs dangled off the stage. Romeo had no intention of leaving just yet and was only just getting comfortable. Surprisingly, he enjoyed talking to Miranda. Or maybe he enjoyed giving her a challenge of sorts. She seemed as though she were used to getting her way all the time. Not very shocking, considering she was a popular and it was a stereotype true with most associated with that group.

[haha I know right? glee...all the expressions xD]

At this moment, Miranda was trying very hard not to pinch the bridge of her nose, and also trying to resist the urge to walk up to him and push him off the stage. Not because he was ann- oh wait, yes, it was because he was annoying. Instead she turned her back on him, taking the moment to inhale a deep breath, her eyes rolling back as she shut them and tried to calm herself. This is your last year Miranda.... and you're doing good. You haven't even gotten threatened with expulsion! Don't ruin this streak now. Don't let lover boy get to you. You are in control. Control. I am control.

Turning back towards Romeo she frowned seeing that he had shifted his position and now was lounging out on the stage. Lounging! Laying about as if he was in a field of daisies cloud watching! The disrespect! Pursing her lips slightly she tried her best to keep an even tone but there was a hint of that rage that was slipping into her voice, "I asked you," a pause as she tried not to growl out her words or snap them, "What you were doing here," another pause, this time she was finding it easier to keep talking, so long as she didn't look at him. Look to the side of him and she could control it, "I mean it's obvious you're not a theater kid. I've never seen you in the theater or in one of my productions. So why are you here?" The crossing of her arms was so natural to her snappy tone that the moment she looked down and realized she was doing it she frowned and quickly uncrossed them, keeping her arms at her sides. Crossing one's arms was like stomping one's foot. It was childish.

((irrelevant to the RP but related to glee. I imagine Felicity's signature glare to be like this (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)] It fits so well. :P ))

What am I doing here? Romeo thought to himself, as he stared up into the ceiling where the lights would have been. Fortunately, they were off and only the stage lights were one. Otherwise, he'd probably have been blinding by now. "Well. I've been to every other place in this building. I decided why not check out the auditorium and stay there for a while. Plus, the chairs are comfortable for reading." He said, even though there appeared to be no book on his person.

[haha it does xD Gosh...Glee is just so perfectly angsty xD]

"And yet.....here you lounge on the stage, while chairs are over there," Of course Miranda was the type of person to point to the chairs, even though he was staring up at the ceiling and not looking at her. "And then there is the fact that you do not appear to be accompanied by any sort of book." This time Miranda couldn't help it. No matter how foolish it looked, she put her hands on her hips as she looked over at him, her weight was on her left leg and she looked for all the world like she was scolding him. Which in a way....she was.

"And you haven't been to every other place. If you haven't been in the theater, it means you haven't been in the tech room. You haven't been in the dressing rooms. You haven't been in the prop area, and you most likely haven't been in the girl's bathroom. Unless you're a tranny, not that i hold offense against transgender people, but I would like to know so I don't accidentally end up killing you the next time I walk into the girl's lavatory." Her lips were still pursed and while she was no longer hard core raging, she was obviously still annoyed.

"You know, you would make a perfect comedian." He said, to her little jab about not visiting whatever rooms she had mentioned and the girls' room thing. "My death is near anyway, so I end up murdered in the girls' bathroom, please make sure my eyes are closes and there is a smile on my face." He said, casually, not even pretending to be amused. Though, he did smile at her little book comment from before. "It's funny that you mention a book. Well, if you turn around and look at the seat all the way by the aisle on the right, there's a book there that I tossed when I walked up to help with your CD player." He said. And if she did care to look, she would be met with the title of Catcher in the Rye.

"Explains a lot." Miranda mused, thinking out loud without realizing it, she was far too used to spending her time alone. That half the time her thoughts escaped her lips without her realizing it and it did explain things. If he thought his death was near it explained why he was talking to the popular that everyone rumored was on the verge of going on a murdering spree. She didn't bother rising to his bait of turning to see the book though. After all she didn't want to turn around and face that she had missed the observation. Instead she scoffed and huffed out a breath of air, her bangs flopping out of her face once more.

"So what's your deal, lover boy? People don't come to the auditorium unless they literally have no where else to go." Everyone knew that Miranda practically lived in the theater. And that she was the least friendly of the populars, even less friendly than Alexis. Not as bitch as Alexis, but not as friendly either. "You fall for a girl and are planning on committing suicide together because you're families don't approve?" she scoffed a slight smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Actually, I was planning on accepting the exile and moving on with that. But, I appreciate your concern. I'm really touched." He said, putting a hand to his heart and giving her a smile with a dramatic look in his eyes. Romeo had to say, he really was enjoying this conversation. Sure, Miranda was a bitch to the core, but she was amusing all the same. Though he didn't dare say so aloud, as he was absolutely positive that she would throw some sort of tantrum about it. After seeing her reaction to when he called her 'cute', yeah, he wasn't going to bargain with his life anytime soon.

Shaking her head Miranda almost scoffed at him, instead she merely responded in an overly sarcastic sing songed voice, "Still didn't answer myyyy question...." Turning towards her bag she took out her phone before snapping a picture of Romeo and saving it to her phone. Oddly enough he did have that dramatic light to his eyes, he had the potential to be in one of her productions. Of course she really didn't think that he would be able to handle listening to her. Still, it was always good to have some back ups every now and then.

"I'm pretty sure I answered your question. I was here to read. That was until your CD player needed help. Your conversational skills are poor." Romeo said. "I really hope you got my good side with that picture." He said flashing her a toothy grin. "Well, it was nice talking with you. See you around, Pop." He said, giving her another grin, before jumping off of the stage. Grabbing his book, he started walking out towards, the door. Pausing briefly, "Oh, your hair's mess up from the back." he yelled back before running out of auditorium.

Miranda shook her head frowning, "Not a good answer." Who came to an auditorium to read? That is what libraries were for. Or empty classrooms. Not auditoriums. At his comment about her conversational skills she rolled her eyes. I don't need good conversational skills. I need to just have directional skills At his last comment she frowned and practically stormed over to the back stage mirror. Fixing her hair she sighed and then grabbed her bag before storming off to leave.

The day had been an interesting day, definitely interesting. There were a million things on Lucious's mind, and he wasn't sure which ones to focus on. All the thoughts seemed to swim around his head in incoherent clumps, storm clouds swirling across the sky of Lucious's mind. There was a bit of stress on his shoulders, one could say, which was exactly why he came to the auditorium of all places. It was highly unlikely to be occupied at the moment, plus it provided a large open space; both qualities making it a desirable locations to think about things.

The first thing that came to mind as he sat on the edge of stage was a single word, or name I should say. Damien. Smiling, friendly, sweet, and not to mention gorgeous, Damien. This was quickly followed by the words 'unreachable' and 'impossible', for that's all Damien was and ever will be for Lucious, and therefore thinking about the guy would get him nowhere. It doesn't matter how much Lucious's heart yearned for a romantic relationship, because his mind wouldn't let it happen. Damien was one of his more simple issues.

It was what on his mind when he had bumped into Damien that was truly vexing Luc, but at least here in the auditorium he couldn't get distracted and end up tripping on air. It was about his parents, the ones who always looked at him with skeptical uncaring eyes. Even when Lucious was a kid, they weren't very into the idea of showing love and affection to him, not even close. Though they never said it out loud to him, he knew that he was both unwanted and a disappointment to them. That was why they sent him away to live with his aunt. Now they were coming for a 'visit', which you might guess Lucious was pretty thrilled about. "Joyful" he said out loud to the invisible audience.

Beyond these, there was also the slight issue at hand having to do with rumors and the whole popularity thing. Because of his little mistake earlier, when he logged on Twitter he found himself with a bucket load of rumors and 'eye-witnessed' accounts. They weren't very big, and not even the most troublesome rumors he had ever seen, but it was the fact that he had let his guard down so easily that annoyed him. And just for a cute guy, Luc scowled at himself. Then because of his lack of attention to what was happening around him, it wasn't until Lucious once again connected himself to the world of wi-fi that he found at all that had happened today. And apparently a lot of drama had happened, it was all so very much that he would have to deal with. Later, Lucious planned on giving Alexis a visit.

Lucious let out a loud groan of discontent. There was just so many things to think about, and so many issues that Lucious just didn't have the energy to deal with them all let alone think about them. This was the real reason why he had come to the auditorium, because Luc has found that when he was the most stressed the best medicine for him to relieve himself was quite simple. Dancing. So really, the auditorium was the only possible location for Lucious to go to at the moment.

Standing up, Lucious put earplugs in his ears and turned his music up to full volume and closed his eyes. To block out his thoughts, to block out his worries, to overwhelm his mind. Lucious stood there feeling the music flow through him until everything else seemed distant...

And then he began to dance.

( I don't know how good that is... or if it's good at all... x.x
But I am going to bed now. z_Z )

(That was really good! ^-^
G'night :))

(Mine is going to be crap and I apologize for that x.x)


Gareth was thinking about Ricardo as he headed to the auditorium, a smile playing around on his wide lips simply by recounting what happened that day. It was nice and easy going being around a guy like Ric, which made him happy that he decided to finally make the move and talk to him today. After all, he got a nice portrait of himself out of it, which he was sure he was going to treasure always. It was currently safely tucked away in his backpack, once he got home he would hang it somewhere in his room, probably among the collage he already has on the wall above his bed. It would be a nice addition, though perhaps he should have it framed instead so it wouldn't be destroyed? Since Gareth has a way of ruining all the good things he has in life, well all his nice possessions at least, in the literal sense--not being figurative here. Not that he is all that clumsy but he isn't always careful with his things, but his collage was actually unharmed thus far.

The collage in his bedroom consisted of pictures, letters, little sketches, postcards, and many other things that can be stuck on the wall that Gareth has collected from his travels all over the world. Living in Salem though, he hasn't been able to add many things to it lately, but he only ever added things that actually meant something to him. Things that actually meant something to him or held a fond memory, or even some fantastic story behind it; it was growing but gradually that he may have to put his bed elsewhere so he would more room to add things to it.

Entering the auditorium rather quietly, Gareth came to a stop when he noticed someone already there dancing away as if without a care in the world. It made him smile a little, watching this person but not quite recognizing him yet since his eyesight was poor and he was still by the door. Letting the door close quietly behind him, Gareth leaned against the door, his backpack hanging off one shoulder as he simply watched. It was possibly a little strange just standing there and watching this guy dance, but the tall shaggy haired boy didn't think anything was wrong with it, and he didn't want to interrupt this other guy's moment of peace.

The only reason Gareth was there was because he was supposed to figure out a set design for a play the drama club was going to put on in the near future. He was supposed to figure out where everything went, and it helped to actually see the stage for him to plan that sort of thing, which was what he had been working on in art class earlier that day when Ricardo had been drawing that portrait for him. Though, he wasn't sure what he should do now since it was obviously preoccupied now, unless the guy didn't mind Gareth being there to do what he needed to do--Gareth wouldn't mind if this guy continued on dancing while he worked.

( What you talking about? There was nothing wrong with that post. *rolls eyes* )

Lucious has been taking dance classes every since he was a little toddler, it was one of the few things he could convince his parents to do for him. Plus it kept him busy and out of their way. He didn't quite care though what their reasons were to put him into dance classes, he loved to dance and that was that. Up on the stage Lucious danced with his eyes closed and ears filled with the music from his ipod, everything else had become irrelevant to him. The whole school could suddenly barge into the auditorium and he wouldn't notice, unless of course he opened his eyes, but other then that Luc was in his own little world at the moment.

If someone did, by chance, wander into the auditorium and watch him dance- however completely unlikely that was- they could easily see the peace and joy on his face and in every movement. It was quite obvious to one that this was a person who was danced as if it was mere breathing to him, each movement of Lucious's was graceful and practically flawless to all but the most of discerning of eyes. And on this empty stage in front of a invisible audience, Lucious danced his heart out.

People may not realize it, but dancing is a very difficult sport that requires a great deal of skill and endurance. Yes, dancing around does make someone tired rather quickly. Some professional football players are even required to take dance to help their plays, food for thought. Whatever people thought or said about dance to Lucious, he didn't care, because they were obviously ignorant. This was what Lucious loved doing, this was his passion, and anyone who dared challenge his passion in life, they best be ready to get burned.

Luc collapsed to the ground, arms wide with a hint of a grin on his face. Feeling a bit sweaty now, after dancing for a while, Lucious was a little tired. On the bright side, all the stress was gone from his mind, and now he was more level headed and calmed. Ready to deal with life and high school, and hopefully ready to take on annoyingly cute guys. With a deep breath and smile on his face Lucious sat up, it was only then that he noticed he had a visitor.

The smile instantly vanished, replaced with a well-placed mask and uncertain eyes. Who was this guy? It was difficult to tell since the auditorium was still mostly dark and the guy was standing if front of the doorway, so what Lucious saw was mostly just the dude's silhouette. How long has the guy been standing there? The whole time? Or did he just arrive? Then finally, why was he here? No one came here at this time of the day... well... not usually at least.

Lucious stood up, instantly masking any sort of unwanted expression; such as embarrassment, doubt, or any other form of insecurity. He wouldn't be making that mistake again, instead the only thing displayed on Lucious face was his aloof sense of confidence, and that charming expression that he was never seen without. Why should Lucious care who this person was?

Once the other boy was done dancing, Gareth resisted the urge to clap. He smiled, thinking it had been quite a nice to watch, though he wished he knew how to dance so that he could do something like that. Gareth wasn't really good for anything, which was actually pretty true, but he never tried to dwell on it. And he really couldn't dwell on it now seeing how this other boy was looking right at him, which made him smile nervously because he was sure this other guy thought he was a creeper for watching without having said a thing. Then again, he had kept quiet because he hadn't wanted to ruin this guys concentration as he danced. Maybe he should have just left and come back another day, but at this point it was a little too late for that. Oh well, he would just have to be friendly and act like nothing was wrong.

"Oh uh hi, sorry," he said, stepping out of the shadows. "I came in here to um do something but I didn't think anyone else was in here. I'm really sorry." Gareth smiled sheepishly, though he froze for a second when he recognized the dancing boy as Lucious, a popular he has seen around the school, and has heard plenty about especially lately. However, he pulled on another smile, and walked right up to the stage in front of the auditorium. Gareth wasn't a shy person, he was awkward, but far from shy. He was outgoing, and not matter the social status, he will smile and act like all is well. "I'm not a creeper, I just didn't want to interrupt you while you were dancing and so I just um yea..." He trailed off, not sure what he was doing, or why he was saying anything really. He should just shut up and stop being so strange. He should go before somehow scarring this guy, who didn't look very amused by his presence. "I'll just...go... It was really nice seeing you dance, by the way. You're really good at it, I wish I had some sort of dancing skill. But I'm not much of a dancer, and I fall...a lot."

Lucious recognized the guy as he stepped out of the shadows. His name was Gareth, not anyone very outstanding in any areas, in fact the only thing Luc knew about him was that he had a reputation for being a bit odd and 'swung both ways'. It was too bad that he wasn't necessarily noticeably attractive, definitely not Lucious's definition of gorgeous. More like just slightly cute in his opinion, but not anything to drool over. The universe just didn't like Lucious, because all the guys he liked weren't available, and the guys who did swing his... well, Lucious wasn't exactly very keen on opening himself to anyone. Perhaps, really he just made himself fall for the guys he knew he couldn't be with on purpose. Did that make any sense? What a tricky little thing the heart was. Lucious stood there for a moment scrutinizing the Gareth.

"To do something?" Lucious stepped forward with a slightly raised eyebrow, his lips curled in a smile that was both soothingly friendly and yet slightly on the edge. He didn't bother to acknowledge that Gareth had seen him dance, nor the fact that he had complimented him on dancing. Instead Lucious simply ignored that little event, and as far as he was concerned, it never happened. If the person was just a tad bit smart, maybe he would catch Lucious's drift. He didn't know how much Gareth saw or how long he had been standing here. As far as he knew, Gareth had been there the whole time and had seen it all. Every emotion.

It didn't matter though, it didn't matter what he saw or who this person was, because this person wasn't important. Lucious wasn't gonna be that shy and meek person he was earlier, now that his head was cleared all his carefully crafted masks were perfectly in place. He was Lucious, one of the most popular students at this school! He was at the top of the food chain! One of his closet friends was Alexis the Queen Bee herself! No, Lucious was far from that loved stuck boy who knew not what to do with himself, this Lucious was a creature of power. That's exactly what he would be, and that's exactly what he would look like as he stood before this Gareth.

By no means was Gareth attracted to Lucious. There was already a guy preoccupying his mind, and Luc wasn't really his type. Despite that fact that his father worked very closely with the mayor, and he was quite rich because of it, Gareth generally stayed away from the popular kids. He didn't hate them, he just normally didn't have a lot to do with them unless he was throwing some sort of party at his house when his parents were away. Though, those weren't very common because he hated cleaning up after a party. Moreover, he enjoyed playing pranks on them, so it was better to stay away in case they were to ever figure out he was the one behind them.

"Yeah, I'm part of the drama club, sort of, and I'm in charge of the set design. I can't draw but apparently I'm good enough to figure out what to put where and stuff like that," he replied, smiling brightly at Luc. When Lucious didn't comment on the dancing, he decided it was better to just drop it because there was no point in pursuing that topic especially if Luc wasn't interested in continuing it. "But um I should get going anyways. I can always come back another time you're not doing your thing." He thought maybe Luc didn't want to acknowledge the fact he had seen him dancing, so he just referred to it as 'thing'.