School RP 2 (Closed Stalkers are welcome even if I still don't believe they exist...)

"Should be fun. Shouldn't it?"

"You have no clue," he grinned.

"You're right, I don't."

"Are we there yet?"

She groaned quietly. "It's gonna be a long ride."

He nodded and closed his eyes. “Did you know this place has a bathroom.”

“I know, you’re forgiven.”

“Gee thanks,” he yawned and looked at the game board.

He nodded and closed his eyes. “Did you know this place has a bathroom.”

"Most planes do, sugar."

“Yeah but like… how? Where does it all go?”

"I assume a tank or something."

“Gross,” Ryan mumbled.

“I know, you’re forgiven.”

“Gee thanks,” he yawned and looked at the game board.

Lillian yanwed with him before shaking her head, "Love you."

“I know, you’re forgiven.”

“Gee thanks,” he yawned and looked at the game board.

Lillian yanwed with him before shaking her head, "Love you."

He glanced up at her with a sly smile. “Love you too,”

Lillian felt a shy smile creep onto her face, "What are you thinking?"

There was that smile again, the smile that brought everything back. Suddenly, she was a stranger from theater and he was just the quarterback. His slyness melted as he too shot back a shy smile that still, somehow, conveyed its old confidence.

“Gross,” Ryan mumbled.

"Hey, you asked."

“Gross,” Ryan mumbled.

"Hey, you asked."

"I'm still curious. I would go look but someone's signing up for the Mile High Club in there, I heard it when we went past,"

There was that smile again, the smile that brought everything back. Suddenly, she was a stranger from theater and he was just the quarterback. His slyness melted as he too shot back a shy smile that still, somehow, conveyed its old confidence.

So much time had passed since they were like that, just two strangers turned friends turned partners. Sometimes she missed though days, but often not. She never knew that something so simple could bring back so many good memories. And while he mirrored her, he still had confidence.

There was that smile again, the smile that brought everything back. Suddenly, she was a stranger from theater and he was just the quarterback. His slyness melted as he too shot back a shy smile that still, somehow, conveyed its old confidence.

So much time had passed since they were like that, just two strangers turned friends turned partners. Sometimes she missed though days, but often not. She never knew that something so simple could bring back so many good memories. And while he mirrored her, he still had confidence.

(We are oddly well written right now. Lol)

But, after all, things had changed. Time went on and so did they but for the good, they had grown together in life and in love. He took her hand gently in his own, completely distracted from the game they were playing before but was instead lost in her eyes and her smile.

(Lol, I know.)

This always happened, every time. Every. Single. Time. She didn't mind though as she squeezed his hand with gentle care.

(their just undergoing intense eye fuck at the moment. It's fine)

(Completely fine.)

His eyes searched her face slowly, there was nothing he could say even if his voice would be able to grace the air.

Lillian's eyes wandered around his face. She didn't want to break this silence that was there. It was nice, understanding.

“Gross,” Ryan mumbled.

"Hey, you asked."

"I'm still curious. I would go look but someone's signing up for the Mile High Club in there, I heard it when we went past,"

"You do realize that's illegal, right? They could get arrested for that."

“Gross,” Ryan mumbled.

"Hey, you asked."

"I'm still curious. I would go look but someone's signing up for the Mile High Club in there, I heard it when we went past,"

"You do realize that's illegal, right? They could get arrested for that."

"It's illegal even if the door is locked? I guess that's half the appeal though,"

"It's very illegal. But anything's legal if you don't get caught so I mean whatever."

Lillian's eyes wandered around his face. She didn't want to break this silence that was there. It was nice, understanding.

His unused hand lingered over the checkerboard, moving his piece slowly and never once taking his eyes off of her.

Lillian moved her piece, not bothering to look were it was going. She continued to smile at him softly and sweetly.

It was slowly becoming a contest, as everything became with him. Who would give in first?

Lillian sure as hell wasn't going to lose. If anyone wanted a prime example of their relationship, just observe the pair now.

This was what they did. A loving competition.

Extremely loving competitions. Everything turned into a competition.

His eyes found her lips and he could feel himself giving in.