Vampire Academy

Dante waves and then gets up, heading towards his dorm.

Jace thinks. "Me? Laugh? It takes a lot." He shakes his head. "You'll just have to try really hard. Maybe you'll get something tonight at the party. You're officially invited."

Quincy: "Oh, I have art next," I smiled. "It's right by the gym."

Nicole started towards her dorm and found it surprisingly quick. "Figures," she muttered. Without Natalie, finding her way around was easy. Sighing, she unlocked the door and walked inside, clutching the necklace around her neck.

Natalie smiled and laughed as she stuffed her phone back in her pocket. "Whose party?"

Mick smiled down at him. "Lead the way."

Quincy: I nodded, looking down, savoring the quiet moments in the hall that we had. We got to the gym and I smiled a little. "Well, here's your stop," I said before waving and walking to art, the next room over.

Mick stopped at the gym's doors and watch Quincy walk away. He smiled softly to himself before moving again. Maybe this move wouldn't be too bad after all....

Quincy: I got into the art room and we immediately started to work on our paintings. Deep in thought, I wiped the back of my hand across my cheek, making an indigo smear that I didn't notice. I bit my tongue and finished up, smiling.

Mick changed in PE before hurrying back into the gym. They started a game of woffle(sp?) ball, his joy jumping up even further. He always did love baseball.

Quincy: I jumped up when the bell ran agnd walked out of the class, sitting on a bench, silently waiting for Mick and looking out the window. I had to make it casual, nonchalant.

Mick walked out of the gym, running his fingers through his hair. He was sweaty, his breathing still coming a little bit harder than normal. He saw Quincy sitting on a bench and smiled softly to himself. Had he waited for him...? "Hey," he said, walking up to him.

Quincy: I looked up, pretending to be surprised. "Hey," I said, standing up, my hand wiping my cheek a little.

Mick's smiled instantly widened. "Were you painting today? With blue perhaps?"

Quincy: I raised an eyebrow. "How did you know?" I asked, glancing at my blue fingers.

Mick supressed a wider smile as he reached over and brushed the blue paint smuge on Quincy's cheek lightly. "Just a random guess," he said, his eyes dancing with laughter. But he wasn't laughing at Quincy. He was laughing because it was cute...because it was unexpected. Because Quincy just...made him want to laugh.

Quincy: I blushed a little. "Oh," I said softly and then smiled. "You're a good guesser." I rubbed my cheek for a second, not sure if it did anything to remove the paint, but I decided it didn't matter. It was nearly lunch. "Do you want to sit with me at lunch?" I asked

Mick shrugged and nodded. "Sounds good to me."

Quincy: "Cool," I said, heading into the cafeteria. I saw a small table near the windows and walked over, sitting. I brought a lunch, which was an apple and a water. Not like I was manorexic, I just didn't eat during the day.

isn't he a gaypire, why is he eating at all? *creeps in*

Mick bought himself a turkey sandwhich and some chips before going over to sit across from Quincy. He eyed his lunch with a raised eyebrow. "That's all you're eating for lunch?"

didn't you notice? he doesn't eat durning the day...

Quincy: "Yeah, that's all I'm going to eat," i smirked. "Why?"

OH NVM.

Mick shrugged and grinned. "No reason. Just doesn't seem like much, that's all," he said, taking a bite out of his sandwhich.

Kara_17.02 wrote:Nicole started towards her dorm and found it surprisingly quick. "Figures," she muttered. Without Natalie, finding her way around was easy. Sighing, she unlocked the door and walked inside, clutching the necklace around her neck.

Natalie smiled and laughed as she stuffed her phone back in her pocket. "Whose party?"

Dante sighed and opened his door, going straight to the bathroom and running the water. Not again. Not so soon...

Jace laughed. "I don't know. There's always a party, though."

Quincy: "It's not," I smirked. I would tell him why, but then I'd never see him again, never have a chance to tell him he's cute, that I had started to form a crush on him. But later, I'd need to feed for real, find a person and rip out their throat. God knew I didn't have any self control. Hell, there was no god. God wouldn't create a creature like me, a killer. Whoever made me is cruel, sadistic, loved pain and blood, and suffering. I sighed, opening my bottle of water and taking a small drink, ringing as I swallowed.

Mick studied him, sencing that there was seomthing else that he wasn't saying. "What are you thinking?" he muttered a loud.