-- which seat can i take? ' [ arya ]

[turner]

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turner paused outside of the apartment, taking his last moment alone to scrutinize his appearance. he wasn't normally conceited or too concerned about how he looked, but turner liked to make sure he was at least presentable, especially at a gathering like this when it was a given he'd be snogging a girl or two. pushing a hand through his curly ringlets, turn messed them up a bit, before shrugging and knocking on the door of the apartment. of course, the instant he knocked, he knew that no one would respond. the door was practically pulsating with the loud, blaring music that was playing inside, that practically prevented turner from hearing his own thoughts, let alone a quiet knock on a door. he waited another moment, for the sake of being polite, before finally opening and door and breaking out into a huge grin. to put it simply, turner loved parties. he liked to drink, sure, but it was moreso the friendly atmosphere that attracted him to them. when you were at a party (or at least, when turner was at a party), he felt like he could go up to anyone and start a decent conversation with them. of course, turner frequently befriended random people outside of parties as well, but the few sips of alcohol really made all the difference. shy people turned talkative, assholes turned somewhat bearable, and kids who usually kept to themselves could very easily turn into the life of the party. adults argued that drinking was bad for young adults and could ruin their lives; turner argued that alcohol, when consumed moderately, brought out the best in most kids, and helped give them confidence they might not otherwise have. turner knew he was a pretty rubbish student, but that was one of the few lessons that turn was able to understand from school.

licking his lips, turn exchanged highfives with a few of his mates, before wandering over to the drinks table. he wouldn't get drunk until later- turn wasn't one of those alcohol-whores who passed out within the first hour. getting smashed was good fun, sure, but that was a waste of a party. fixing himself a cup of something that looked good, turn took a large gulp, before letting out a soft sigh. perfect. now, to find something to do. sliding throughout the massive crowd with ease, turner bumped into a few people he hadn't met before, and proceeded to talk with them for a bit. despite his loud and impulsive ways, turner really wasn't a bad kid. maybe he liked to party too much, and maybe he acted overly reckless, but that didn't necessarily make him bad. right? hearing someone call his name, turn spun around, to find a group of his best friends. heyooo, lads, turn blurted out, while letting out a loud laugh, as a round of playful punches were exchanged. they chatted back and forth for a bit, scoping out the fittest girls, before turner suggested they get some sort of game going. the first real party that turn had ever attended had been the summer of his third year, when he had been hanging out with one of the muggle boys in his neighborhood. as much as turn loved hanging out with his family, he could only take so much of them until he desired to have a mate of his own age, so he'd gone and scouted out the neighborhood. luckily enough, he'd found a thirteen year old muggle known as ben, who had an older brother, who happened to be throwing a party later that night. though turner and ben had been specifically told that they couldn't come, turn had convinced ben to disobey his brother, and they attended nevertheless.

at the time, turner had only been thirteen, so he could hardly stomache two beers without feeling sick. however, despite that setback, turn had watched the older boys play a muggle game called "beer pong," and couldn't help but be quite intrigued. it consisted of the muggles taking a big, wooden table, and making a triangle of red drinking cups at the end of each table. there would be two teams of two, who would take turns trying to chuck a small, lightweight ball into the cups of the other team, which would be filled with beer. if the ball landed in the cup, the losers would have to drink the beer in it, and by the end, the losers usually drank quite a lot of beer. turner had found beer pong to be fairly intriguing, and though he'd tried to introduce it several times as a party game, it did not catch on until he incorporated magic into it. instead of throwing the balls into the opposite cups, like the muggles did, turner and his friends would use a basic levitation charm to have the ball float, and then would use their wands to send the ball shooting in the direction of the cups. but to make things a bit more interesting, the cups would not be stationary, but instead rotating in a circle. though people were initially skeptical, the game caught on rather quickly at parties, and so it was no surprise that turner and his friends decided to set it up right now.

dividing up into teams of whoever wanted to play, turner allowed himself to be stuck with some girl who he personally didn't find fit, though his mates would certainly have disagreed with his opinion. turn, the one of had introduced beer pong to hogwarts in the first place, happened to be quite good at it. however, his partner, who was already swaying from being overly intoxicated, was absolute rubbish. not that turn minded much, because it was just a game. helping his partner flick her wand like she was supposed to, turn let out a laugh as the ball missed the cups completely and flew over the heads of the opposite team. shaking his head, he grinned, waving off his partner, who was making a motion to go and get it, as turn proceeded to jog over himself. it was not until that he was behind the other team, searching for the ball, that he realized it had soared right into the head of some girl, and was now resting at her feet. oh, shit.. , turn muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair as he approached the girl. he'd never met her before, though he would admit, she was quite attractive. flashing her his best grin, turn waved slightly. sorry 'bout that. you gonna be alright? s'a bit tricky to aim, didn't mean to hit yous, he apologized sheepishly with a grin, shrugging slightly, i'm turner, by the way. don't think we've met before.. there was a pause, as turn squatted to pick up the ball, before he hopped back up and extended a hand for her to shake.

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word count- 1166.
tagged- arya.
notes- ahh, sorry this got so long. didn't mean for it to turn out like this.. haha.

[arya c. wallece]

WE MIGHT NOT GET TOMORROW

for some reason, the past twenty four hours had been rather confusing for arya. she kept switching and the loss of memory in all of this time was driving her crazy. she had woken up and suddenly she was in the courtyard, full, and late to class. it was incredibly upsetting to know that someone had taken her favorite chair for the potions lecture. unfortunately what she didn’t know was that there were multiple personalities going in and out of her mind. there was adrienne and there was twelve. twelve had practically skipped into breakfast, eaten rather excitedly as she spoke with some of her favorite people in her loud and eager voice. she went back outside to the courtyard, not quite sure why everyone had suddenly disappeared into different rooms. and that’s when arya came back in tune, rushing to class. thankfully she had been in control most of the day, but still. the idea of not knowing where she was and doing what she did. it was scary. she didn’t like the concept of losing her memory. she was only nineteen for merlin’s sake. she couldn’t lost it this fast! she was the one who liked to learn, liked to paint, everything, and she felt like it all relied on her memory. she had to remember these things if she ever wanted to get anywhere in life. you couldn’t just suddenly forget a picture you made to give someone or drawn a sketch and it was dedicated to the wrong person. that would just be absolutely horrible! she could never imagine doing such. she was a bit of a perfectionist in that sense, but she was also the realistic one. when arya wanted to get something done, she wanted it done right the first time.

and then came night time and suddenly, everything started to become blurry once more.

twelve had taken control of the body and after seeing a house party invitation adrienne had stuffed into the drawer, she decided to go. oooh! she very much did love parties! she loved dressing up, she loved the excitement! and ooh! maybe they would have a cake! she did like cake! she giggled excitedly, picking out a white dress with a purple sash on the bottom. she loved dressing up. she wondered whether she did that when she was younger. dress up. she couldn’t remember anything from her childhood, not at all. twelve picked out a few other things, putting on her lucky six silly bands. one was a penguin, the other a dinosaur, fish, seahorse, shark, and dolphin. those were the ones she wore when she first went to... well, she couldn’t quite remember, but it was lucky to her. it didn’t matter who else it was lucky for. she glanced at herself in the mirror, letting her blond hair flow down her back and she nodded approvingly. she ran out the door, too anxious to even wait for someone to give her a ride! and then that’s when adrienne kicked in. she was the party girl and she sure in hell would never let a twelve year old go in her place... not that she knew the girl was going, but that was besides the point. she was already late. if she didn’t get there soon, her friends would think she was a no show and that. that would be the worst punishment by far. adri glanced down at her wardrobe. oh what in the world was she wearing? a white dress? seriously this was not a wedding! she wasn’t supposed to be wearing white! she groaned to herself. whatever. she’d have to go like this. she couldn’t quite remember the spell for changing colors. not right now anyways. her fingers snapped and she suddenly was at the party. the beauty of magic. “hey ar! whatcha doin’ here? i thought you were stuuudying,” one of the girls called and adri felt her face flush for a moment, “watch it ‘xander. i’ve been studying far too long. time to let out a little stress, if you know what i mean.” damnit arya! what the hell are you studying on a friday night? she rolled her eyes and went over to go talk to some of the girls nearby. she was always the talker, ‘specially during parties. they gave off that energy of enjoyment and the beer definitely was a helper there.

it wasn’t long till she was just getting into the groove of things when adrienne felt a small bump at the back of her head and she turned around to see what had happened. she raised an eyebrow, rather curious to know what was going on. of course when she saw the table there with the beer and the pingpong ball right at her feet, it sort of gave away from the mystery. after all, it was one of those magical house parties. it was a game of beer pong. surprise. and then there was a boy there as well. he must have been playing. she liked to flirt, yeah, she’d admit it. but it also seemed like he had some skills in that department as well, right? he couldn’t be older than a freshman. there was no way, not to mention, the way he acted was a bit newbie like. “you aren’t quite that good, are you,” adrienne smirked, “or well, at least your partner’s isn’t.” her wand was already by her side and so all she did was simply raise it and effortlessly flicking the ball right into a nearby cup. in the background, there was a cry of dismay. probably from the spectators and such. “are they yours?” she asked, gesturing to the guys who were nudging each other, practically staring at the two of them talking, simply talking. her skills looked incredibly impressive, but that, that was not adri. she couldn’t do much a spell to save her life. or well, at least not one with so much focus and concentration. that was arya’s. arya was the smart one in the body and so adri was thanking her alter ego at this point... even though on a normal basis, she would have been calling her the geek. she shrugged slightly at his apology. whatever. it was bloody ping pong ball. it wasn’t like it was going to kill her. “nice to meet you,” she shook his hand, purposely leaving out her own name. after all, now what would arya think if she said her own name? haha, that would be a blast.

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holaa SAM I AM!. this post has about... er. 1089 words. i swear, i am incapable of uber small posts. anyways, she's wearing this hurr pretty little dress. LOL. of course only twelve would choose out such a virgin mary dress. credits go to give me everything (tonight), pitbull ft. neyo, afrojack, nayer for their eppic lyrics and this template (as plain as it seems) belongs to moi and i'm damn proud of it. lol. mhmm. false pride. anyways, any last notes? heeeck yeah, i like to ramble. LOL. s'okay! i already love these two. just gonna say <33

[turner]

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turner's eyes followed the ball over the heads of the opposite team, and watched it collide with the head of the pretty girl. licking his lips, he glanced over at his partner, who flashed him a drunken grin. she let out a loud giggle and shrieked that she'd go get it, while slurring something about misplacing a wand. raising his eyebrows, turn quickly shook his head, resting a gentle hand on her elbow. oi, don't sweat it. i got it, yeah? and with that, turn jogged around the table, waving off his friends who were watching him curiously, and went to go fetch the ball. it would have been much more convenient to use his wand, sure, but he was afraid the second he tried, his partner would have gotten upset that he wasn't retrieving it manually. turner hadn't ever met the girl, so it technically didn't matter whether she got angry with him, but a happy, wasted girl was always better than a miserable, wasted girl. running a hand casually through his hair, turner's eyes flickered over the girl who the lightweight ball had hit. who was she? though turner had loads of friends in his year, as seen with the kids who had decided to play beer pong with, turn knew lots of other people. he was a naturally friendly kid, and so though he tended to stick with lads in his year, he was definitely not limited to such. in fact, about half of the kids who were crowded around the table, waiting for their turns to play, were sophomores and even a few juniors. so to see this girl, and to not recognize her in the slightest, initially surprised turn. there were so many kids at university, sure, but.. she seemed interesting.

for one, she was dressed like a twelve year old. turn wasn't big into fashion or anything of the sort, but at the same time, he understood what was and wasn't fashionably acceptable. turn didn't want to offend her, but he was pretty sure that his sister had worn that exact dress in their christmas card before she was old enough to go to hogwarts. shrugging it off, he eyed her boots, letting out a soft laugh. nodding towards them, he raised his eyebrows. nice boots, mate. i've got the same ones at home, only they're pink, and i forgot to bring 'em. next time though, yeah? obviously joking, he jammed his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he watched her talk, and mention his friends. glancing upwards, tucker raised his eyebrows, as he suddenly became aware of how they were all watching them eagerly. snorting loudly, he shook his head, muttering horny bastards under his breath, before spinning back around to face arya. yeah, don't mind them. i reckon they jus' fancy you.. 'course, can't say i blame them, turn told her with a sheepish shrug, flashing her a small grin. it was an honest compliment, sure, but meant to work as a flirty sort of thing as well. to test the waters a bit, see if she'd return the flirting. blinking, turn let his eyebrows wander up onto his forehead at her next words. not that good?, he echoed, shrugging a bit, while gesturing to his partner, who was currently hunched over the table, her lips pressed against the plastic. gotta disagree with you there, mate. for her state.. she's a fucking champion. i heard she took a dozen shots before this, turn admitted with a chuckle, shaking his head slightly. it sucked to have a bad partner for beer pong, yeah, but he'd get over it. he always did. the key to snogging girls without feeling like a rapist was befriending them during some sort of drinking game, and then getting in a bit before they passed out. though, judging by how this girl was acting, turner wasn't sure if they'd even kiss.

shaking her hand, turner tilted his head to the side curiously. yeah, you too.. he murmured, instantly taking note of the fact that she hadn't introduced herself. he didn't really care, per say, but turn was so used to being introduced to, that it seemed.. well, strange, that she hadn't. i take it you don't got a name?, turn asked, watching her for a moment, before flinching slightly as he heard a loud cheer. on his side of the table, he watched his partner sway one last time, before promptly collapsing on the floor. brilliant. turning back to arya, he raised his eyebrows, trying not to gap as she sent the ball flying back into the cup. christ he couldn't help but mutter, eying her even more curiously than before. who was she? where had he come from? shoving his hands in the back pockets of his sagging jeans, turner let his eyes flicker casually over her. so.. how'd you like to help me out and finish up this game?, turn questioned, offering a small shrug, don't think my.. er, partner, fit enough to play no more. cocking his head to the side in what turner hoped was an attractive way, he tried his best not to stare at the girl in front of him. though he knew girls hated to be treated a certain way just cause of their looks, there was no denying that turn believed this one would be an excellent snog. and his mates, who were still gawking around all ends of the table, apparently believed the same. the respect turner would get for befriending her, even if they didn't snog.. he couldn't help but get excited at the mere thought of it.

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word count- 996.
tagged- arya.
notes- ahh, i love them. <3

[arya c. wallece]

WE MIGHT NOT GET TOMORROW

what she remembered most were parties. she was probably present at a few of them, but she only went to a select amount. after all, she wasn’t in control of her body most of the time, there was only so much she could do. yeah, she had the random hookups and such, but recently, they had been slowing down just a little more. maybe it was because... she didn’t quite know, but it wasn’t quite as impulsive anymore. adri remembered being with a few of her friends, or well, arya’s friends who seemed to have figured out her secret and she had snapped at them. instead of being put off like a few other people, you know what they did? they snapped right back at her! the shock was so obvious that it took her a few seconds to figure out what had just happened. and by then, everything blacked out and she was arya again. maybe ar was just hanging around different people with better consciences or something. something that didn’t quite trigger the party mode. well, it was a shame because if that were the case, she wouldn’t meet some rather interesting people. like this boy here...

he... he noticed her wardrobe. fuck. at the moment, she was cursing arya in her head. what was she thinking? again, you only wore white when you were a poster child for the church. that didn’t happen anymore. still, she plastered a grin on her face, leaning against a doorframe, one foot on the floor and the other balancing itself on the wall. adrienne chuckled lightly and rolled her eyes, “oh don’t remind me. my aunt bought these for christmas. ‘pparently she still thinks i’m a toddler.” second lie of the night. if she had only been one person, lying would’ve been rather natural for her. she lied effortlessly and while that was considered a bad thing for everyone else, she couldn’t count how many times it saved her from having to explain something she didn’t even understand. how many other nineteen year olds had to explain there was another girl inside of her? the thought was already ridiculous and the last thing she wanted was to look even more foolish. she was already pretty sure that arya made her look stupid more than once. adri was pretty sure the girl didn’t go to parties so i guess that was an up side, wasn’t it. while he took the time to glance back at his friends, her eyes drank in all of his details, rather quickly. his brown hair curled everywhere and although he was just a bit taller than her, he couldn’t be older than a freshman. she would have known him if he were in her year. or well, that’s what she thought. what she liked was his smile though. maybe this was the arya part talking within her, but she really did like it. it definitely lit up the room when-- adrienne quickly turned her attention back to him and shook her head slightly. “funny thing, my friends were just saying the same about you,” she raised her eyebrows and a small laugh escaped from her lips. she took a small sip from the red plastic cup that was sitting next to her. the moment she walked in, her friend had given her some beer and so well, she should drink it up. didn’t want it going to waste, right? adri liked to think that she was irresistible at times. because she was probably the only one in the body who really realized that it wasn’t just her in this particular body, she had the upper hand. she really did pay more attention to what people said and countered their comments. if she was at the library and they talked to her about it, she wasn’t confused. instead, she made a little white lie to make the whole thing seem natural. both of their gazes went towards the poor girl who was busy downing another drink. adrienne was both amused and slightly disgusted with the thought. she couldn’t quite remember when things had gotten that bad, but she knew she was able to tolerate quite a lot. if it had been arya, she wasn’t sure. the girl probably couldn’t even down one drink, but adri. that was a different story. “damn,” she muttered, her voice barely sympathetic, “poor girl’s a wreck.” did she really feel bad? nah, not really, but you know. do whatever you had to say.

adrienne smirked. so he noticed. he was a bit more observant than what she gave him credit for. most guys would have just ignored it. but her always being one step ahead of the game, didn’t mind it too much. “call me whatever you’d like. it’ll give tonight a little more... excitement.” she put her cup down, avoiding his gaze. if he knew she was another person as well, just imagine what a freak he’d think of her as. freaks did not get respect. she knew this from when flint boy gave her that pity party and other people just stared at her like she was some circus show. nah, he wouldn’t ever see her again. ar probably wear something different, hopefully uglier or something, and he would never know her. the look on his face, it was priceless. she knew that was impressive, but again, she was repeatedly thanking the alter ego in her mind. yet, taking credit now wouldn’t hurt. she gave him a half smile and twirled the wand with her fingers, “must warn you, i’m not the best loser” but she walked over to the end of the table anyways. inside her head, she was praying to arya that the geek would continue to help her with these itty bitty charms. please arya! just be helpful one time! i promise not to ever insult you again! she thought to herself, but frankly, that was probably a lie as well. she couldn’t stop insulting the girl even if she tried. i mean, seriously, why couldn’t she get her own god damned body? she tied her hair into a high ponytail and gave the boy a glance. despite the party atmosphere, this was... it was good. she didn’t mind all of the eyes focused on her and turner. well, that’s the way she liked it. she liked attention and there wasn’t much she could do about that. i mean, what was a party with a little friendly competition?

GIVE ME EVERYTHING TONIGHT
holaa SAM I AM!. this post has about... er. 1080 words. i swear, i am incapable of uber small posts. anyways, she's wearing this hurr pretty little dress. LOL. of course only twelve would choose out such a virgin mary dress. credits go to give me everything (tonight), pitbull ft. neyo, afrojack, nayer for their eppic lyrics and this template (as plain as it seems) belongs to moi and i'm damn proud of it. lol. mhmm. false pride. anyways, any last notes? heeeck yeah, i like to ramble. mygosh. arya's smarts, adrienne's wit, and twelve's childish quality just adds up to turner's perfect girl, i swear. LOL

[turner]

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turner eyed adrienne curiously as she tried to explain her outfit, before shaking his head with a laugh. he couldn't tell if she was being truthful or not, but either way, he found it kind of humorous. whether she was wearing the boots because her aunt really had made her, or because she simply wanted to, turn couldn't help but chuckle just the same. she was quirky, alright. but in a good way. raising his eyebrows, turner extended an arm, as he let it rest gently on her shoulder. uh huuuh, he slurred in evident disbelief, his brow still arched, s'okay mate, i'm not gonna judge. turn smirked, playfully patting her a bit more on the shoulder, before letting his arm drop back down to his side as he began to take in the party scene once more. as expected, his freshman mates were still ogling at the sight of them together, in evident jealously. the friends of turner's that were in older grades didn't quite seem to care much, but so what? she was fit, turn would get major props for snogging her, and she was sort of nice. amusing, at least. as turn watched her move, he couldn't help but be fascinated by her behavior. her outfit that contrasted with her environment made him snicker, naturally, but how she acted was just as interesting. this girl, who refused to tell him her name, seemed so in-control and sure of herself; yet at the same time, turner got a weird vibe from her. he couldn't place his finger on exactly why or how, but this mysterious girl seemed out of place. it didn't feel like she belonged at the party.

of course, it wasn't turn's place to judge at all. so what if she looked and acted a bit different than most other girls he'd interacted with thus far in the night? she seemed like she'd be wicked fun, and with that in mind, turner peeled himself away from his thoughts and forced himself to focus back in on reality. as she indirectly complimented him, turn instinctively turned back to her, smirking slightly. oh, really? what a coincidenceee, he sang with a grin, sneaking a quick glance over to her mates, before waving eagerly. more fit girls wanted to meet him? turn couldn't help but get pumped. was she in his year? he eyed her carefully for a moment, but found himself unable to tell. she could be a freshman.. but she very well could be a sophomore, too. or even a junior. senior? was he about to snog an older woman? turner forced himself to swallow this spurt of excitement, and to continue on with their conversation, because he most definitely did not want her thinking he was some kind of weird twat who zoned out randomly. well, maybe all of our mates should get togetha'. cos.. , turn shrugged sheepishly, before looking up at her and stealing a small grin, we might possibly be busy later.. i mean, maybe. dunno. though he meant to sound smooth and suave, turner couldn't help but flush a tiniest bit at this attempt at flirting. he was implying they'd make out a bit, yeah, and nothing more. but still, what if she rejected him? the idea of going at it with someone older than him was nice, but at the same time, it shook turner up a bit.

whatever i like?, turner echoed, raising his eyebrows as he ran a thoughtful hand through his hair, putting on the most convincing thinking face he could manage, this could be fun. let's see.. smirking slightly, he led her back to his end of the table, still pondering over how to respond to her challenge. nicknames, nicknames. he had to think of something clever, obviously, but what? arriving back at his previous spot, turner scratched his head, resting his wand on the table, before turning back to adrienne. well, then, turn mused, extending his hand towards his face, letting his fingers curl gently under her jaw as he lightly gripped her face, as if examining it. you've got nice eyes, a little bump of a nose, some freckles.. , he wrinkled his own nose in curiosity, trying not to be distracted by her perfect, pink lips that were somewhat close to his face because of how intently he was studying her, pretty hair, ace lips.. and then suddenly, he had it. dropping her face rather reluctantly, turner playfully nudged his foot against hers, letting out a laugh. you're officially called bootie. now, let's go, boots. show 'em who's boss, yeah?", turner urged, spinning back around to face the ping-pong table in front of him, as he plucked his wand off it and tossed the ball to her. hearing her next comment, he raised one shoulder, before dropping it, then i guess we betta win.

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word count- 996.
tagged- arya.
notes- I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO RESPOND TO. baha, i've been away and busy but now i'm back. <3

[arya c. wallece]

WE MIGHT NOT GET TOMORROW

did adrienne remember the horrible memories that happened years ago? yes, very much. she remembered parts of it and damn did she want to forget them. did the man know he showed up everywhere she was? how his face haunted her dreams and made her tremble in horror? how was it that just words could make someone so scared for their lives? sometimes she woke up squirming endlessly in her sheets. the thoughts made her sweat. the words made her bleed. and she was tortured at the face of harsh words. if this was so, then why was she such a prick to everyone else? it was her way of escape. adri was good with words because she spent time listening to what other people used. she paid attention to their fears and used them to her advantage. she wasn’t the typical girl. anyone could see that. she was one person one day and could be someone different the next, yeah, that wasn’t a typical trait. when she insulted people, she knew what she was saying. she made sure it hit someone with full force and it wasn’t very often when it missed. she was convinced that her comebacks were perfect. it was the only way she could ever get past her own fear for what happened before. when they said that children bullied others because of their insecurities, they were dead on. it was only at his words did she tune back in. she smirked at his comment, leaning back on the wall. the boy was strange as he was cute and childish. arya might like him. adri, on the other hand, just thought he was adorable. she liked the way he teased her and yes, it definitely could be an interesting night. she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, her grey eyes glancing curiously at him. was she interested in him? oh no, she couldn’t see herself falling for the likes of him. was she interested to know more about him? well, there was no hurt in doing so. then again, the last time she learned more about a guy, they ended up in his apartment and bloody hell that was a great night. she’d make sure not to make quite that same mistake this time though. the boy was just a boy. nothing too much to worry about. not like she’d ever see him again.

and that was when he, of course very guy like, checked out her friends. adri only interacted with the better girls at parties. like people who knew what they were doing and while they were looking at her like she was crazy for interacting with such a kid, she’d tell them later. she’d just say... she’d lie. she could tell them that he was the son to a rich family. or like. that she was just hanging out with him for pity points on other guys. yeah, that sounded good enough. her friends weren’t the brightest so it wouldn’t be too much of a problem. sometimes there was nothing else she could do but just go with the flow. adri raised an eyebrow and smirked at his reaction. aww, poor itty bitty boy was embarrassed to continue on? this was definitely much more amusing than she would have thought. she exchanged glances with some of her friends as they giggled amongst themselves. “and what did you quite have in mind?” she asked smoothly, her voice calm as it was, as always, in control. sometimes she loved younger boys because of this reason. they didn’t know what they were getting themselves into. that was like that flint boy. he was good looking, but his wit wasn’t as sharp as it seemed to be. adri loved having control of a situation and when she wanted to say something smart to make the other seem helpless, it was almost impossible to stop her. if only arya could see her now. the girl would be devastated to know that her body was being filled with alcohol, some lip locking later on, and some attitude as well.

the disadvantages also came with younger boys as well though. they were immature, that’s all she had to say about it. she forgot about this part. his face came just a bit closer to hers and she tried not to move an inch. that was probably arya’s part saying it. if it were adri, she would have done something just a bit more aggressive. she could feel his breath on her skin, making her stiffen the slightest. it was only when he spoke just a few more words did the trance snap. she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “you get to every name in the world and the best you come up with is bootie?” was she impressed? no, not a bit. was she upset? frankly, she had herself to blame and so it really wasn’t fair to blame him for a plot she thought was oh so clever. she sighed just a bit and used her fingers to spin her wand easily, “fine, but if we win, you’re changing my name to something better, got it?” adri shook her head and headed over to the table where there were more freshmen boys. wonderful. wasn’t she making quite the show.

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holaa SAM I AM!. this post has about... er. 884 words. i swear, i am incapable of uber small posts. anyways, she's wearing this hurr pretty little dress. LOL. of course only twelve would choose out such a virgin mary dress. credits go to give me everything (tonight), pitbull ft. neyo, afrojack, nayer for their eppic lyrics and this template (as plain as it seems) belongs to moi and i'm damn proud of it. lol. mhmm. false pride. anyways, any last notes? heeeck yeah, i like to ramble. aww! poor turner being rather bashed by adri ): s'okay! he'll like twelve. lmao