Sound of Madness

Paris went to her room, pulling out the very diary they never talked about anymore, and opening to a blank page.

I got the strangest feeling about Julian today....

"So does it bother you that someone's all over you?" Blake asked, eyes twinkling.

"K-kinda." Remy admitted soflty. She pulled her book to her chest along with her knees. "W-why?"

"Then I'll stop," Blake said, sitting back. He hadn't expected her to say that.

"Really? Wasnt expecting you to say that." Remy admitted. It actually made her sad that he would stop. Part of her enjoyed the attention he gave her.

Blake tried to keep from laughing at her. He wasn't going to actually stop, he had to act like he actually cared about her feelings at sometime, though. "mmhmm."

Remy smiled again and went back to her book, relaxing a bit.

Bump?

(uhhh, not sure what to do xP)

(Lol...hmmm...you could have Paris sneak into Juliana room and see the sketch?)

(Haha alright > He should catch her and grab her diary!!)

Paris finished writing and stupidly left her diary laying open on her bed. She snuck into Julian's room and flipped through the pages, stumbling on the sketch of her. Her jaw dropped slightly, the pencil was still fresh...he hadn't been doodling /her/ had he?

julian rolled over and woke up to see Paris fawning over his sketch pad. Shit. He kept his eyes closed and pretened to still be asleep.

Paris smirked. "I know you're awake," Paris said in a singsong voice.

"No I'm not." Julian mumbled, a small smirk forming on his lips.

"Sleeping people can't talk," Paris singsonged again, jumping on the bed with the sketchpad open. "I found your "doodles"!"

"Greaat." Julian sighed, rolling over and putting his pillow on his head.

Paris pulled up a corner of the pillow up and peered in at him. "It's actually a very good drawing, but maybe I'm biased."

"You always say that about my work." Julian muttered softly.

"That's because all your work /is/ good," Paris said with a smile.

"YOu always say that." julian sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes. "You do know that I'll have to get back at you for this." he smirked evily to her.

Paris' eyes widened and she dropped the sketch pad, shooting out of the room to try and beat Julian to her diary.

Julian laughed as she went off running and tore off after her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back out of her room before closing he door and locking her out. He wandered around her room until he found her diary.

"Don't you dare," Paris said, pounding on the door, though she was grinning.

"Dear diary..." Julian smirked through the door as he read. His smile faltered when he continued reading. "Paris...?" she had feelings for him?

"Julian's a character...in my book...and I was...writing...from her perspective, yeah," Paris made up. "I just loved your name so much I had to use it, darling."

"Mhh. Sure." Julian closed the diary and opened the door. He held he journal above her head.