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Autumn walked around the mall, sipping out of a Starbucks through a straw. In all truthfulness, she had laced it with vodka, a combination she loved

Finn walked around the mall on her own. Her brother really pissed her off. He was always hovering over her like a helicopter. She really wanted to change schools but her dad didnt allow it. If only Stephan had something else on his mind he would leave her alone. As she was walking she saw a girl that looked familiar. Thats right! Thats Autumn the girl that goes to her school! Finn marched up to her. "Hey, whats up?"

Autumn looked up, a surprised 'o' forming on her perfectly painted red lips. She honestly hadn't expected to see anyone else from school here. "Hey" she replied with a coy smile, her french accent profound. "You're Finn, right?" she asked

"Yep thats me," she smiled. She had an idea. She knew Autumn was the girl that nearly every boy wanted and she had a plan. "Is that vodka in your drink," she said smiling cheekily.

Autumn grinned, "But of course, darling" she quipped back, "Would you like a sip? It's delish." She tucked one strand of flowing black hair behind a tiny ear. All of her features were very petite, aside from her large green eyes and large breasts. It was almost doll-like how tiny she was

"Wouldn't i?," she said smiling. Autumn was taller than Finn was she would often have to look up at her which felt awkward but she didn't care. "I smelt the sweet thing from here," she said smiling.

Autumn held out the drink in front of her, "Drink up. Vodka makes everything better, dear." she smiled brightly.

Finn took a sip and im within seconds the vodka made her feel all numb in a good way. It was perfect mixture with the Starbucks drink. "Tastes great," she said smiling. "Hey, i heard there was a party earlier, how did that go?" She asked casually trying to make conversation.

Autumn shrugged, "It was fun, lots of drinking which I always love. Weren't you there?" she asked, quirking up one of her thing brows

"Nope," she said leaning back on one of the stores window. "You know brother trouble. He needs to have more fun more often you know, i just feel so sorry for him," she lied

Autumn paused for a moment, searching through her memory for an image of Finn's brother. "Stephan, right? Is that his name? It's something with an 's' for sure, I know that much." she giggled

Finn was surprised she knew who he was. He'd get mixed in the crowd so much even she couldn't notice him. "Yeah correct," she said smiling. "If you don't mind me asking, how do you know him? I mean he is alway mixed in the crowd and unsocial"

Autumn smiledproudly, "i do my best to learn Everyone's name" shw felt as if she were to be on top of the school hierarchy, it was her duty to know everyones name

"Ha thats great," Finn said smiling. "Dont you think my brother is a loser?" She asked. She really wanted to get information about what she thought about her brother

Autumn shrugged, "I do not really know him that well, so I couldn't really say." She took another sip of her mixed drink

"Hmm," Finn thought. "Oh well," she just sighed. She would have loved it if she knew him it would have made her plans better. Put that all a side, Autumn was cool she was a bit like Finn anyways. "Is there anymore up coming parties?, he asked.she really wanted to know.parties were her thing.

Autumn shrugged, "probably. I'm sure theyll be a homecoming post party. If theres not, I'm organiIng one" she grinned

"That's great!" She said excited. "Loud music, drinking,dancing...boys," she added later on and laughed. There's nothing better than a party

Finn took out her phone and checked the time. "Hey I got to get home but nice meeting you," she said. "Oh and thanks for the vodka," she added and left

(sorry i endded the rp)

((don' worry about it!))

Damien wasn't too much of a mall person. He had his limits to being surrounded by vasts amounts of people, especially people he didn't know. It was okay for parties; it was okay for school dances; it was okay for band gigs. But anywhere else? Bothersome. However, after Caleb had given them the okay on their set list and put his focus more on squashing whatever nonexistent thing was going on between Aurora and Tyson-- they'd all been let go. Not wanting to go home and really seeing no other options, the boy had found himself wandering around the mall and doing his best to avoid other people at all cost.

Why had he read the new Gossip Girl post? Honestly, what did he even think would benefit from it? There was no real reason why Damien followed it much like everyone else did. Maybe it was for entertainment, he really didn't know. But today he didn't find the least bit humour in it. And it wasn't simply because it was about two of his best friends. No, he was in too much of a selfish mood for that.

His feelings were coming to the surface far too much for his liking. And it was leaving him confused. And far more jealous than he'd ever like to admit. And overall-- he was angry with himself. Wandering into the overly lavish food court, Damien took a seat at a random table and pulled out his iPod; placed his earbuds in his ears and put on the playlist of songs the band would be performing. "Now all I have to do is not think," he murmured to himself, hoping that he wouldn't be spotted by anyone he knew.

Colette had been quite pleased with herself. She always knew that if she read Jane Austen's Emma enough, her ability to make a wonderful match would soon flourish. The latest Gossip Girl post had just sealed the deal. She knew that the site posted all sorts of random accusations but even so, they did have always had some truth to them. Even if Aurora and Tyson weren't much of anything (yet), Colette took a little pride in knowing she had persuaded the redhead to act.

So in honor of her very small part in the making of a maybe couple, Colette went to the one place she knew she would always be welcomed: the mall. She loved the throes of people, and the sales assistants who were paid to tell her she looked great. She loved flirting across the room with a stranger just using her eyes and a smile with enough "je ne sais quoi", and of course, she loved being seen.

She decided that her victory celebration should begin with a Pressed Juice. Coconut Cinnamon to be exact. So she strolled toward the food court, paid for her drink, and spotted Damien Caine (whom she always found rather intriguing...).

She tilted her head to the side, curls swinging with her movements, and approached his table. "Well, well, well. Fancy seeing you here, Damien."

With heavy drum beats and an even heavier bass line pulsing through his ears, Damien actually found some shred of peace in the food court. Which was more than a bit unusual for him. His eyes would wander here and there, watching as various people passed by; catching the eye of more than a few girls here and there. It was all enough to keep his mind away from-- that for the time being. Though...he really couldn't help checking his phone every now and then. If she was texting him while with someone else, that would have to mean something-- right?

Now that that thought had invaded his mind, Damien felt as if he had slipped back to square one and groaned. He slouched down in his seat with a frown now etched in between his brows. This was proving to be much harder than it needed to be. His fingers tapped in sync with the drum beats, humming along just beneath his breath.

He had just made the decision to leave the food court and head towards the mall's music store-- Only to have his gaze land on a somewhat familiar face. Now, he wasn't all that familiar with Colette on a personal level but that didn't mean he didn't know her (or that he didn't find her worth more than just a few seconds of his time).

Removing both earbuds from his ears, Damien looked up at the girl with the faintest smile on his lips, a chuckle sounding in his throat. "Well then, if it isn't Miss Beaumont. Fancy seeing you as well."

"Cute," Colette said, sitting down. "Do you mind if I sit? I have a couple questions." She adjusted her red coat on the seat, smoothing it down and spreading it out to perfection.

She knew Damien was well acquainted with Aurora and she needed the inside scoop on her relationship with Tyson. "Okay. First question. Has Aurora always had a...thing for Tyson?"

The urge to make some cocky comment was strong. But seeing as Damien was currently in the middle of some emotional crisis, he let it slide this one time. "Do I mind having a gorgeous girl sit and talk with me? Not at all," he was able to respond with that at least. He slid his iPod back into his pocket, deciding to give the girl his full attention.

And then he practically choked on air when the question was finally thrown his way. Knitting his brows together with slight caution, Damien sat back in his seat and leveled Colette with a curious look. "Uh...As far as I know, she never even acknowledged his existence until his party. Why do you ask?"

Colette paused for a moment pondering whether or not she should tell him. She thought not.

"No reason," she said waving it off. "I guess the Gossip Girl post just made me wonder... and I though I saw her draw a sketch of him, but it could have been someone else." Then something popped into her pretty little head. She gave him a sly smile and leaned in a little. "Why? Did you have a thing for her?"

Damien wasn't exactly uncomfortable with the conversation seeing as he and Aurora were close but-- This whole Gossip Girl situation was getting far too out of hand. And he didn't even want to think about how Caleb would react if he heard about this.

"Wait wait," he jumped in before Colette could move on, the crease between his brows still in place. "What do you mean she was doing a sketch of him?" He knew Aurora too well. There had never been a time in their years of knowing each other where Aurora drew someone she barely even knew; someone that wasn't standing right in front of her during her art classes. But that didn't mean-- it couldn't mean. The next question, however, was enough to draw Damien's attention away from that thought. "Please, she's like a little sister to me. I just don't want her gettin' hurt."

Colette smiled. "That is sweet. I doubt my real brother would ever say that." She crossed her legs and looked at Damien for a minute. Aurora was lucky to have such good friends. People that truly care for her. It was nice to have her parents and sometimes Etienne, but she was lacking in the friends department.

"Do you think Tyson would hurt her? I know he has quite the reputation, but I've seen them talking at school. Briefly, of course, but he seemed genuinely kind to her. But if he is still who everyone says he is, then I can try to pull them apart."

With a slightly awkward expression now on his face, Damien rubbed at the back of his neck. It wasn't often he said things quite so affectionate and sentimental about other people. Just then his phone went off, drawing his full attention for as long as it took to read and reply to it. Setting it back off to the side, the boy really had to wonder why Colette was even asking him all of this. She was friends with Aurora too after all, right? But I guess it was nice to have differing opinions-- though the reason why she would need them escaped him.

Damien took several seconds to actually think of the question. Of course he wanted to say yes right off the bat; knowing Tyson's reputation well along with all tidbits about what he'd done to Reese. But in all honesty? "I don't know the guy that well. I know he's hurt a friend of mine in the past though, but no tellin' if he'd hurt Aurora. But that doesn't mean we're not all cautious about her bein' around him, ya know?"

((woah I am so sorry! I have been on vacation and I didn't have that much access to a computer!))


Colette nodded. "I understand," she said. So maybe her plan wouldn't work all that well... but she would still try. At the dance, she would see the match in motion and observe how things were going. If they were headed downhill, she decided she might tell Damien about her small hand in pushing them together. Which reminded her... "Oh, one more thing: Are you going to the dance?"

(view spoiler)[(No problem, hun! I saw you mention you had been on vacation in the on/off thread. I hope you had fun! :)) (hide spoiler)]

Now, Damien wasn't one to really be all that interested in other people. He made friends, of course, but initially it took a lot for him to be-- fascinated by others. Having known of Colette, and having various classes with her, he had to admit she was a rather intriguing girl. The boy could tell she had nothing but good intentions when it came to their mutual friend. Still...the whole idea of Aurora simply being within five-hundred feet of Tyson was bothersome to say the least. Damien was distracted by this idea, brows knitting together in obvious frustration when Colette's voice cut through his thoughts. Blinking several times, Damien stared at her for a few beats before answering, "Yeah, my bands playin' actually. Why do you ask?"

Deliberately ignoring the latter part of his response, Colette looked up at him, eyes sparkling. This pleasant surprise and change of subject still did not summon a smile from her, though. "You have a band? I never knew that! I knew you were always... musically inclined, but I never knew you were in a band!" she said, happy to direct the conversation away from her previous question. "What instrument do you play? What is the name of it?"

The ignoring of the second part of his reply was blatant. It caused Damien to quirk a brow, merely out of curiosity of course, but chose not to question it. He was sure Colette had her reasons-- and even more sure he didn't want to know what they were. However, the boy had to admit he was a bit taken aback by the girl's obvious interest in the topic. The lack of a matching facial expression going ignored. "Yeah, we've been together...two years now or somethin'. Haven't played that many places yet though," he answered with a bit of an awkward laugh. For one reason or another, Damien always got a bit self-conscious when the topic of his band came up. "I play guitar and do vocals actually. But...the name's a surprise. You'll find out at the dance I promise-- if you're goin' that is."

Now Colette smiled. "Of course I am going. I love masquerades!" She reminisced over the New Year's Ball back in Vienna that she had gone to a few months ago. "The handsome strangers... the dancing... the mystery of it all... I love it. After costume parties, masquerades are my favorite kind of celebration." Colette checked the time on her phone and saw a text message from Etienne telling her that a large package had arrived for her. It must be my dress, she thought. Then added, "And I cannot wait to hear your band play, Damien. I will see you there, that is if I can find you." She gave him one more sly smile, shouldered her purse, and walked off. She looked behind her once more at Damien thinking to herself that he was surprisingly pleasant.

Huh, that was a surprise. Damien couldn't really recall if he had ever seen the younger girl smile any time she had come into his line of sight. He had to admit-- the smile suited her far more than her usually cold demeanor. "It's like this dance was pretty much made for you then, huh?" He joked easily, a smile tugging up at the corners of his lips as well while releasing a chuckle. Though aware his friends were looking forward to the night as well, Damien could honestly say he didn't know of anyone else what was quite as excited as Colette. It was...oddly intriguing. He blinked a few times when she began preparing to leave, standing from his like the gentleman he tried to be and giving a nod. "No worries, just look for the guy up on the stage with the microphone, alright?" The boy decided it was probably best for him to leave as well. But he stood rooted in place, watching as Colette walked away, slowly shaking his head as a smile remained on his lips. "Well...she's an interestin' one."

Anthony let out a deep sigh. He was rushing around the mall, trying to get his last minute gift for his brother. And he honestly didn't know what to get him. They had a strange relationship, and in all honestly he didn't know him well anymore. He took a seat on one of the metal benches in the mall, placing his bags of already boughten gifts and decoration down beside him. He ran a hand through his dishevelled redish brown hair, as he pulled its phone out of its blue jeans. He found christmas annoying. At this point in his life, he hated it. He didn't always hate it though. When he was younger he loved it, but a lot had changed since then. He no longer had anyone except for Dean, and even he wasn't that close with him anymore. This holiday just reminded him about how much he missed the past.

If it was one thing Autumn loved, it was people watching. She could do it endlessly. Coupled with her love of shopping, she was seen rather frequently at the mall, and today was no exception. Hell, she would probably be here on Christmas. Ever since her sister, and moving from France, family holidays hadnt been very popular amongst the Capulet family. Her mother was always on a beach somewhere, her father locked in his office doing business. So, Autumn found herself at the mall, Coach clutch in hand, black thigh-high boots accenting her curvy legs. Despite the cold weather, the girl wore a pair of marroon shorts with the boots, and a white blouse, coupled with a string of pearls. She made her way slowly through the mall

Anthony eyes looked up from his phone and scanned the mall, his eyes fall upon a girl in maroon short, which he knew a little too well. Autumn. His hungrily gazed at her curvy legs, those boots did drawn attention to her perfectly sculpted legs. He cleared his throat awkwardly as she happened to be passing near him. He quested what he was doing, clearly he shouldn't of wanted to drag attention to himself. Considering their history and that his a teacher. But it seemed to be that he didn't think with his brain. He cocked his head to the side as he stated, "Well, don't we keep crossing paths. Must be a sign from God." Am I really doing this? He wanted to tell himself that that comment could be taken as not flirty, but it all honestly he knew it wasn't. So, he stopped himself from saying more.

Autumn looked up, surprised, and pivoted on her spikey heel. "Well, well. Nice tobsee you, Anthony," she said demurely, batting her eyes slowly. "Its unfortunate you havent used my fabulous teachers aid services lately. Truthfully, its rather hurt my feelings." she said, a soft pout slipping ovet her lips. Just seeing him brought back memories of that night together....god that night...

Anthony chuckled softly as he flashed her one of those charming side grins and he responded with, "There wasn't much to do," Because you distract me., "After the break I'll need you more." He crossed his arms across his chest, as he leaned his back against the bench, "Though, if it makes you feel any better, the office is lonely without you," he confessed, playfully. But in a way it was true, he hadn't really had someone interacting with him that often, well he had his brother, but not someone he actually wanted to talk to.

Autumn brushed a curl of her black hair behind her ear, "Well, that is good to hear. It would be so silly of you not to put my talents to good use, Anthony," she said flirtatiously, playing with her string of pearls. "Perhaps you need a reminder of just how good I am?" She knew her words were bold, daring even, but she let them fall out of her mouth

Anthony couldn't help but chuckled in a very low, almost hungry tone, with one side of his month curled up in a smile but defined smile, "I really do think I need a reminder," he replied, as crossed his arms over his chest, "The memory starting to fade, it needs to be re-experienced." Okay, he was taking it too far. She just made him not think clearly, not at all. He knew it was wrong, but it the moment it seemed right. He knew that neither of them were discussing her volunteering ability.

"No way" Scarlett said rolling her eyes and taking a lock of her ash black hair into her fingers and twirling, smiling recklessly. "If it isn't Mr.Pedophile"

Autumn laughed and opened up her clutch, looking at her phone. "So, what brings you to the mall on a day so close to Christmas?" there was plenty of reason for her to be, and she realized it was quite the contradiction to ask him for a reason, but she asked anyway, changing the subject to keep her fave from turning red

(view spoiler)[should be pretend she never happened? (hide spoiler)]

((sounds good to me))

Denver {The Ice Queen} wrote: "Autumn laughed and opened up her clutch, looking at her phone. "So, what brings you to the mall on a day so close to Christmas?" there was plenty of reason for her to be, and she realized it was qu..."

Anthony chuckled softly at her brush, he thought it made her even cuter. He leaned his back against the bench as he responded gesturing down to the bags, "Gifts and stuff, but I still don't know what the get for my brother." He sighed softly, as he ran a hand through his redish brown hair as he cocked his head to the side, "What about you, why are you here so close till Christmas?" Realizing, that the answer was probably similar to his, but he wanted to polite.

Autumn shrugged, "My family doesn't really do the whole "Celebrate the holidays" thing," she said, using air quotes to gesticulate. "So I usually come here. Watch other people get presents for their loved ones, buy something for myself, and then just sit around. Rather dull now that I think about it," she laughed to herself, rolling her eyes. "But I'm sure your Christmas will be wonderful, Anthony."

"To be honest," Anthony responded as he shrugged softly, "My brother....he is the only one I really got left, but I rather not see him. I just kinda leave a gift at his door, and that's pretty much it. My family doesn't really have a Christmas really, we didn't growing up once my mother left us." He cleared his throat awkwardly before changing the topic, "The other bag is the chocolate and stuff that teacher Christmas party that coming up." His eyes flickered up to meet hers as he tried give her a smile, "So, at least you know you aren't the alone with the whole Christmas thing."