The Academy of Mystical Beings discussion

Alex looked around. "Cool bedroom," she said lazily while climbing under the covers.

Alex hugged her pillow, looking at him. "Thank you." She closed her eyes, sighing. She waited a few more seconds before asking. "What's wrong?"

((Oh. I gave her a picture if you wanted to see.))

Alex opened her eyes slightly. "What happened?" She asked, wantjng ti help.

Alex raised an eyebrow. "How dangerous? Adam-dangerous? Or psychotic rampage dangerous?"

((Hey, I didn't know...))

Alex nodded, twirling a peice of her bangs. "What time is it?"

Alex nodded, closing her eyes again. "Night," She mumbled before going to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Alex started to cry and shake in her dreams. She clutched her pillow to herself, still asleep.

Alex awoke, startled. "Sorry," She said though her tears. She didn't remember the dream. Like always.

Alex nodded. "I would, but I don't remember it." She frowned, pulling her knees up to her chest.

Alex relaxed in his embrace. "Thanks," she murmured quietly, her tears drying up.

Alex bit her lip,kissing him on the cheek and crawling back under the covers. She felt stupid for her nightmares. Idiotic.

((Lol... Jahlia))

Alex shrugged, hidden under the covers. She pulled the blankets over head, shying away.

Alex smiled. "No," she mumbled, pulling back the covers a little so she could breathe.

Alex grinned, sitting up. "Fine. What do you want me to say?"

Alex chuckled. "Phantom of The Opera, of course."

Alex looked up at him. "It's an awesome movie. Gerard Butler and Emmy Rossum are the best choices for the Phatom and Christine."

Alex chuckled. "It is a great movie though. One of my favorites. How about you?"

Alex nudged him in the ribs. "Just pick."

Alex shook her head. "I wont laugh. I even pinkie promise." She held up her pinkie in the dark, grinning.

Alex nodded, grinning. "I love that movie! Especially Rhino"

Alex nudged Casey's shoulder in the dark, clearing her through. "Rhino is the hamster."

Alex laughed softly. "Favorite actor?" she asked him, already knowing her own answer.

Alex nodded. "Good choice. For me, its hard to choose. Its either Gerard Butler or Mark Wahlberg."

Alex poked him in the ribs. "Gerard was but Mark wasn't."

Alex started laughing. "Stop...tickling...me," she choked between laughs.

Alex squirmed. "Stop! It tickles." She fell back onto the bed, laughing hard and trying to slap his hands away.

Alex felt her face heat up. "I'm very ticklish!" She hrabbed his hands, trying to hold them away from her.

Alex sat up, smacking his arm playfully. "Jackass," she muttered, still laughing, but softly.

Alex gave him a look. "You deserve it. You are the one that tickle tortured me." She poked him in the ribs.

"Nuh, uh. I hate tickling." Alex poked him with her other hand, grinning.

Alex stuck her tongue out at him. "That's because you were tickling me. Tickling equals laughter and squirming." She rolled her eyes and pulled up her leg, poking his foor with hers "Ha!" She bit her lip, highly aware of how close they were and how he held her wrists in her hands.

Alex pulled her knees up and rested her chin on them, looking at his hands. Her grin was still intact as she bit her lip, looking up at him. "What?"

Elitrix post in the Valley))

Alex nodded, wrapping her arms around her knees. "Mmkay." She blinked at him, blushing softly. "Maybe we should go back to bed. Its still pretty late," she suggested, yawning softly

Alex rose a brow. "How are you supposed to watch over me when the room is completely dark?" She grinned. "Fine, though. I'm still tired." She crawled under the covers, resting her head on the pillow.

Alex rolled her eyes. "Well, I didn't know that," she muttered, closing her eyes. She sighed softly, hugging her pillow.

She raised a hand, one finger up-her middle one. "How many fingers am I holding up then?" She tried hard not to grin.

Alex laughed softly. "Compliment or insult?"