Wishing stars

Naima's eyebrow went up even further and she chuckled. "Of course," she said as Callum started off toward what she imagined was his car. The piled into a taxi and she told the driver the address. The seating was a bit close, at least on her side, but she didn't mind all that much.

(what order do you want them seated in? I don't care, I just want to know what it is especially since Wayne's gonna be, well, Wayne.)

I don't care either :3

(Melly on the left, Naima in the middle, Wayne on the right?)

Sure.

(kay.)

Wayne: As the cab started moving, I glanced over at the girl next to me. Might as well start talking to her now. "Hey," I said. "So, what's your name?"

Melly: I continued staring out the window. These were probably my last few moments where I could just listen to myself. I also happened to be exhausted, but the taxi was a little bumpy, so there wouldn't be any sleeping in here.

Avery wrote:Lucia smiled widely and then thought for a second. "Tomorrow," She said with a heavy sigh. She looked back to him and then her lips started to twitch into a smile again. "Do I have to go?" She asked, though her question was rhetorical. She knew she'd have to eventually.

Callum: indifferent

Naima smiled and figured that this was the group. "So, I'm going to assume that we're all here for the Psychology project," she started. "I'm Naima," she said. A boy behind her spoke quietly. "I'm Callum," he said.

They already know each others names...

(WHOOPS )
(Let's pretend Wayne forgot because he's an idiot?)

Okies :]

"Um... I thought we already covered thius," Naima said, genuinely confused. "I'm Naima, for the record, she said. She chuckled quietly and ran her hands over the tops of her thighs, her nails raking against the jean material. She watched him carefully, her lips still in a small smile.

Wayne: Oh yeah, we'd introduced ourselves earlier. I smirked at her. "I just wanted to hear you say it again," I said. "Do you remember my name?" The way she ran her hands over her jeans made me wonder if she was nervous. Hm. Cool.

"Wayne, right?" Naima asked, raising her eyebrow. She was pretty sure that it was his name but she didn't want to sound creepy, like she knew it all. She smiled a little. She really studied his face, deciding that she liked his hair and his eyes a lot.

Discard this post.

(Are you gonna redo it then? Just so I'm not confused.)

Redo what?

You said to discard that post...

No, the post that says to discard. Not the one above it...

OH OKAY.

Wayne: I grinned. "So the angel remembers my name." I winked at her. "You must be as smart as you look. So, why are you taking his class?" Wow, she had a sexy voice. That just made this even better.

Naima looked away when he called her an angel. She had realized they were flrirting, but he was kinda... Corny. It was cute and all, but old. She was certainly more subtle and slow when it came to getting a guy. "I dunno... It just seemed like it'd be a fun class to take. And it's my major."

Wayne: So she wanted to be a psychologist? "I see," I said. "What made you decide to go into psychology, if you don't mind me asking?" I wondered what she was thinking of me right now. Was I trying too hard? Probably. Maybe I should tone it down a little.

"I took some psychology classes in high school for extra credit and thought it was really fun. I guess all of the mental illnesses struck me as cool... Well, not cool, but interesting," Naima said. She realized she was talking quickly, nearly rambling and pressed her lips together.

Callum got to the house far before the others and saw a letter saying that they would be staying here for a while, that there bags were already there in the rooms, and that they were sleeping on seperate sides of the house. What they did there was up to them. Callum quickly went into his room, unpacking.

Wayne: I nodded. "I get what you mean. I'm more interested in what people think and why." Wow, I sounded like a girl. But it was true. That was why I took the class.

Naima's eyes widened slightly and she nodded. "I suppose that plays a major factor in my desicion, too," she said, having completely forgotten about it. She chuckled and looked down at her lap, pushing on hand through her dark black hair, which was silky to the touch.

Wayne: I leaned forward a little, resting my elbows on my knees. "Sometimes I just wish I could read people's minds, you know?" I sighed. "Know what they're thinking, especially of me. My mom says it's not my business what people think of me, but I'm still curious."

Jean bit her lip and shook her head. "I was just going to walk....my parents work...alot..."She gave a small shrug and forced a smile. "You don't have to if you don't want to, it's ok. I understand." Hopefully she didn't pass out again on the way there. That would....not be so great.

Jaxon: I shrugged. "Nah, I'll come. And walking's probably not a great idea for you. If you'd like, we can walk to my house. It's probably closer than walking to the doctor's. Then I can drive you over there and wait for you to finish up."