#pennedbysam

travis looked around the theater and laughed, of course when the others had suggested they hang out in the movie theater after dark and play a good old fashion game of hide and seek, he was pretty sure he’d somehow find himself in a dark, quiet, secluded corner of the building alone with cillian at some point. but, as fate would have it, they’d managed to lock themselves into a supply closet early into the game and it seemed like they’d have a lot more time to themselves than originally planned. not that trav minded. ever since that night in the abyss with cillian, they’d been looking for excuses to find each other in moments like this, tucked away from their friends, from their significant others, ignoring the nagging voice he heard in the back of his head every time they caught the other’s eye and felt that unfamiliar flip of their hearts. “looks like..” trav repeated back, wasting no time as he pulled his hoodie over his head and crowded into cillian’s space, pressing him back against the wall and smirking.

lottie's face dropped, looking up at wren in confusion, her brows furrowing as she stared at him, surprised and a little upset at the notion that they weren't friends. after all, a traumatic experience had bonded them, they were friends now, they would be friends forever - in her mind at least. "what do you mean...you showed up at my door..." she scolded, stepping closer and looking around to be sure they weren't being overheard before she lowered her voice, "all busted up, and asked for my help. of course we're friends, don't be ridiculous, wren." she stepped back, looking at him with a pout and shaking her head, "how did you even know where i lived?" she questioned, realizing she never had gotten an answer about that in the first place, he seemed to know a lot about her, and she was starting to see, she didn't know anything about him. "well...maybe we aren't friends yet, but we're going to be. and you can start by walking me to my class right now, since you don't seem to be doing anything else, productive."

"are you fucking nuts?" his voice lifted over the sound of cordelia's own panic whispers, "i'm not going out the window, do you know how much this jacket is worth?" he questioned, glancing down at his jacket and back up at her. of course, it wasn't really worth that much, he'd found it at a secondhand shop, but that wasn't what he'd told cordelia and the rest of the guys. "besides, that's a two story drop." he added, pulling on his jeans and looking around, "my guitar would never make it." he added, pushing his hair out of his face and looking to cordelia with a smirk, "what's wrong? worried good old mom and dad will finally realize what a nasty girl they have for a daughter?" he teased, in a rare moment of misplaced affection, not realizing that calling his girlfriend the artistic equivalent of a slut wasn't the romantic notion he thought it was. "come on, cor. you're not a little girl anymore, don't you think it's time they see that? i thought you wanted then to stop treating you like a little princess?" he goaded her quietly, drawing her in closer before leaning her back against the bed again, "so what if they find me here...what are they gonna do?" he really didn't get it, she was in college now, she could do whatever the hell she wanted to, and evidently what she wanted to do was put out for him nightly, which he wasn't complaining about, even if she was a bit unremarkable, she was hot.

jax looked across the room to ronnie and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. he knew she was being half-serious, but the other part of her probably just wanted to get a rise out of him...and it had worked. after all, there was a reason people didn't like ronnie, some of it not so valid, some of it very much so. and he could attest to it first hand. "maybe if you didn't act like such a spoiled brat, that would help with public perception." he snapped, picking his book back up and pretending to read the words on the pages while feeling her persistent glare on him still before he looked up again and glared right back. "what? you can't pretend like that's a big surprise. you're not exactly easy, are you?" he pushed further, watching her expression change and allowing a hint of a smirk to creep onto his own face. "i think you enjoy it, being hated. i think you like that you get under people's skin. you get something out of it, don't you?"