This is life... ( High School Romance Role Play ) { Powers }

[OneSmartChicken]

She looked around the room curiously, sticking out the tip of her tongue in amusement. "We're messy," she giggled, then grinnedd at him. She opened her mouth to agree docilely--she had no problem cleaning--but her expression turned into an exasperated grin. After a moment, she let out a laugh. Her nose scrunched up as she grinned at him. "I'll be good and not make any jokes about what else you might do with my pants so you can get dressed without falling down," she teased, poking him in the stomach. Enthusiastic as ever, she bounced off to clean up his room. Energy zinged--yes, zinged--through her as she made the bed, happy to realize that the room that had so thoroughly smelled like him the day before now smelled like her. Like cherry blossoms he'd said, though she couldn't tell. She just knew it wasn't his smell, and it was definitely not somebody else's because she wasn't jealous and she was pretty sure she'd be jealous if another girl was in his room. Yeah, definitely. Just the thought made her want to punch his pillow.

She giggled and kissed the pillow instead, then scooped up the plates and headed down to the kitchen to do the dishes, dancing to a song that apparently made her want to swing her hips and move her body. It wasn't anything like an actual dance, and it definitely wasn't the "modern" idea of dance, but it was Tika through-and-through--and damn did she have rhythm. It made you wonder what the hell song she had in her head, until she started humming. "Back Stabbin' Betty" by Cage the Elephant didn't exactly fit Tika's image, until she started singing as she head back up to his room, and then it really fit her just right, although where she'd heard the song was a mystery. She scooped up her clothes as she sang, changing a few chords so it would fit her voice better as she folded the clothes and laid them neatly on the bed despite her dancing. Apparently she was thinking of his ex and feeling a little smug--and less apparently, she was feeling jealous again. And self-conscious, which was rather new for her. She sat down on the floor of the almost annoyingly clean room with a huff.

For a moment she looked around, looking for something to do, then smiled and got up to do what she did best--well, second best. She danced around like a goof and sing a more upbeat song as she bounced around, careful not to make a new mess. "I don't give a damn about my bad reputation~!"

[Minimetoo]

Christopher walked into the bathroom across the hall, towel hanging over his shoulder. He was already humming by the time the shower was on. He side stepped into the shower and wet his hair. "...So make the best of this test and don't ask why. It's not a question but a lesson learned in time..." He started to sing as he ran the shampoo through his hair. His head buzzed, filled with yesterday's happenings, today's plans, and tomorrow's expectations. "It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life." He stopped, letting the water hit his hair. He looked like a poor wet dog, hair flat to his head and frowning. Only the frown wasn't due to unhappiness, it was his thinking smile. For some strange and not so strange reason, he always sang along to whatever he was thinking, even before he started thinking. 

The smile crept to his lips when he heard Tika singing. He sang along for a couple seconds until he got bored. It wasn't his type of song. He scrubbed the markings off him and went on singing the song he wrote. "I'd kill to hear your laugh. Die to see you smile. You're way too good for me. Girl, no one's worth your while..." He hummed the next verse while he washed himself off. "To hold you in my arms, to keep you safe in the dark. To hold your hand and tell you that I love you again." Chris shut off the water the second the song was over. He stood there, his hair dripping wet, until he heard hyper little Tika either jumping along the floor or dropping his iPod speaker over and over. With a groan, he stepped out and started drying his hair. 

Within minutes, he was walking back into his room, the wet towel under his arm. His hair was slicked back and his eyes bright with excitement. He looked like some actor that people only knew for their face. One hand through his hair later, the image was gone and he looked like normal Chris, just with damp hair. "Coming in!" He sang before turning the knob and stepping inside. He tossed the towel into the hamper by the door and froze mid-step to watch Tika. Chris held up a finger and pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting a smile. "I won't ask." He lifted his eyes to her and let the smile win. "Just smell my hair. I had to use my sissy's champoo--" Yes, champoo, not shampoo. "Cause mine ran out. Guess what it is?" It's vanilla and brown sugar. Christopher took her hands and put them around his neck, then put his around her waist. "Smell me." He said, leaning down and resting his forehead against hers.

[OneSmartChicken]

She stopped dancing, one curl across her face, then turned to grin crookedly at him. For a moment she looked different, older, not quite so adorable. She was still Tika, still sweet and pretty, just a little less innocent and a little more...sexy Then she was bouncing over to sniff him, looking like a little bunny rabbit, and all traces of that other Tika were gone as she stood on tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. She sniffed at his neck--close as she could get to his hair--then leaned back to grin at him.

"You smell like cookies!" she laughed. Her tongue flicked out to lick a drop of water from his nose shamelessly. "You should always use that champoo. I like it." After smiling happily at him for a long moment, she suddenly dropped to her feet and bounced away. She spun childishly in a circle. "You never told me!" she said as she stopped after a single spin to beam at him excitedly. Her hair took a moment to catch on and bounced around her face for a moment before falling about her shoulders contently. "How do I look? Think you'll have to beat the other boys off?" She stuck out her tongue playfully, apparently ready to continue bouncing for a few more days. Dancing made her energetic, even if the first song had almost ruined her mood.

[Minimetoo]

Christopher laughed and pushed her off him. "Yeah, and get picked on at school for smelling like a girl? Yeah. Right." It wasn't like the only friends he had were girls anyways. He wouldn't be sure if he should take them saying he smells 'pretty' as a compliment or an insult. Oh well. It would be for Tika. He grinned and watched her as she span. "I didn't tell you?" He asked, grabbing hold of her again so she would stop jumping around. He hugged her waist, doing the best he could at keeping her there. It was tiring, just watching her. 

"I think you look..." Sexy. Beautiful. Hot. No. He frowned. Something appropriate. "Really nice. You look very nice." Chris said with a sigh. He moved his hands from her waist and traced small circles on her exposing stomach. "Want to leave?" He mumbled thoughtlessly as he inched his hands a little higher. "Before I get distracted, Miss Tika."

[OneSmartChicken]

"I promise to beat up anyone who picks on my Chrissy," she said with a laugh. She smiled as he pulled her against him, nuzzling his chest before leaning back so he was forced to hold her back. Like a kid. A very well-shaped kid. Wearing very "comfy" clothes and chewing on a stray strand of hair absently. Yeah, nothing like a kid.

She sulked. Somehow she found she didn't want to seem 'nice'. "I'm learning all sorts of new things around you, Christopher Tiempo," she grumbled. His hands' movements caught her by surprise and she tilted her head to watch for a moment, then lifted it again to look up at him. She smiled. "I enjoy distracting you, Mister Chrissy. But we really should go. Those paintballs aren't going to shoot themselves." She settled her hands over his and twined their fingers together, stretching up on her tip-toes to gently kiss him, giving his bottom lip an affectionate bite for good measure. "You're pretty distracting yourself," she grumbled, wiggling their hands against her stomach.

[birdie,]

OOC~// Not to sound rude or anything...but last time I cheacked this wasn't a 1x1 Roleplay xc...

||Cally||

I finally set my pencil down. My drawing, was offically finished. I sighed and wondered what to do next. My mind was drawing a blank, then finnally, I stood up, and put my light jacket on, an evening stroll souded nice. I grabbed my keys to my house and walked outside, shuting and locking the door behind myself. I pulled my hood over my head,and slipped my hands intomy pockets. Evening strolls were always the best.

[OneSmartChicken]

{{ Flamecat--this has kinda broken off into two 1x1s since everyone else left and they aren't even in school anymore obviously. Sorry. }}

[Minimetoo]

((Actually, maybe a 1x1 would be better. It'd be easier on the inactive members of this roleplay.))

[OneSmartChicken]

{{ It probably you, you logical jerk. >< -grumbles- Shall we switch to pms then? Or whatever other method of 1x1ing you prefer? I'll poke at Freakish too. }}

[Minimetoo]

((I think pms would work best. Jerk. ._.))