RAISE THE ROOF.lol.;;Jon&Scar;;

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Soft blankets, plush pillows, and warmth. All the things that should have been his to own when he awoke. It didn't matter that in reality his dorm had only a stiff single bed with worn sheets; when you were hungover, it felt like sleeping on a cloud.

This? This was like lying on a pile of rocks. Cold rocks that bit into every spot of open flesh like ice. Face down on a pile of rocks. Well, that wasn't strictly true; he could feel his stomach pressed against the ground, but his face was turned to the side as he inhaled deeply. It was only when he started to wake that he noticed the dull ache along his shoulders, different from the hazy throbbing of the after-effects of too much drinking. Even if he couldn't remember the immediate past, it put him in mind of a similar situation; the morning that he had found Scarlet draped across his body in the park. Even then he'd felt better than he did now.

Still, he couldn't help a quiet chuckle escaping him, thinking of the absurdity of the whole thing. Eyes still closed, he rose onto his elbows, wincing as they scraped against the ground. Speaking of...

His dark eyes opened blearily, taking in the dark expanse that had served as his bed. A hand lowered hesitantly to touch the surface, picking at what seemed to be black gritty bits of tar. Ignoring the jarring pain as he tilted his head back, he was able to stare straight ahead into...nothing. That was it, nothing but sky before him. So that made this the second time that he woke up after heavy drinking and had no idea where he was. The differences? Well, he seemed to be someplace high. And it was still night. And it was much colder. Something else he couldn't quite put his finger on...

Oh right. No clothes. It took Jon several seconds to realize this, taking his time in observing all around him before he turned on that surprising discovery. He probably would have figured it out sooner, what with the cold and all, but who slept in pajamas these days anyways? Besides, it was Seattle, the cold didn't linger too long into the new year. Sighing, a quick peek back was all he needed to see that he seemed to have misplaced the important item that were his boxers. Huh. Guess it was lucky he was lying the way he was then.

His gaze slid automatically to the side, as his stomach did a weird little flip. Sure enough, there was Scarlet, head resting on crossed arms, pretty much in the same booze-induced-sleep, except for the fact that she appeared to have hoarded all of the clothes. Well most of them. She seemed to have made a makeshift blanket with her top and sweater, while his own pants were tied fiercely tight with a belt to fit her.

"What the fuck..?" His voice was a low rumble, before he cleared his throat loudly, shaking his hair out of his face. He cast another look in Scarlet's direction, affirming that he wasn't about to look like a complete idiot as long as she remained asleep. He pushed himself to his feet, half-crouched as he looked warily to the side, wondering if anyone could see him from the ground, before his attention returned to looking for something he could wear. There! He spotted them draped over a weird air-vent looking thing, and made a dash for the blue plaid boxers, ripping them off the vent. With admirable speed, he pulled them on, looking around suspiciously, acting as if nothing had happened. With light footsteps, he approached the ledge, looking down in surprise. From here he could see the school, with all the outdoor stations just barely visible. That meant they were in the dorms. No, scratch that. On the dorms. He groaned inwardly; how the hell had they arrived on the roof? And more importantly, where were the rest of his clothes? He was pretty sure he'd had a shirt. And a jacket. And socks. The pants...well, apparently Scarlet needed those.

Sighing gustily, he trotted back to her, crouching down next to her sleeping form, reaching to prod her right between the shoulder blades.
"Scarlet? Wake up.." He kept his voice to a loud whisper, remembering how alarmed she had been last time. Granted, last time she had woken up on top of a guy she barely knew, but she had been fully clothed. So it was really even, he supposed.

While he tried to wake her, he had the good grace to not throw himself at his half-naked girlfriend or anything. Still, he couldn't help staring at her, even if she had covered herself in her shirt-blanket-contraption; it wasn't like he was violating anyone's privacy any more than his own had been. Besides, from all he could deduce from this particular outing, something must have gone down. His mouth twisted into another scowl. Damn it. Had they hooked up? If so, then he didn't remember a thing, and that just plain sucked.

Losing patience, beginning to really notice the chill in the air, he rested a frozen hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her.
"Yo, Scar, you gotta get up.." He squinted at the rest of the roof, relief washing over him when he spotted a door. Good, they could at least get down from here, and hopefully soon, before anyone noticed two naked teens sitting on a rooftop.

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Scarlet was in an intoxicated slumber, dreaming about fucking shit up with a big-ass gun that she randomly knew the name of for some strange reason. She was stuck in a mass of zombies, blowing their heads off one by one, with her back to someone who was helping her fight them off. He looked a little bit like Jon, only older. It was pretty badass. He had this unshaven scruff all along his chin and cheeks and he just generally looked like a sexy mofo. They were just about to escape when... Jab. She felt jabbing between her shoulder blades, and she fell down into an empty black pit of nothingness. Blinking, she stood up slowly in her mind and looked around, before staring up. Jonathan was calling her to wake up. Ugh. Just at a good part. That was just so unfair... They were probably going to sex-it-up later in the dream, too... Damn.

Scarlet's eyes opened slowly and she looked up at him, blinking. He was half naked... She moved to sit up and gasped as her clothes fell a bit, before clutching them to her chest, then glancing over to him with wide eyes. The current situation, the fact they they were both half-naked... Well... It was pretty damn funny. She found herself bursting out into a fit of giggles, before tossing a band t-shirt over to him.
"Put that on. It's manly enough." She yawned and turned her back to him, tugging on her sweater. Her back was covered in scrapes; obviously from the rooftop shingles, and a few bruises here and there... Oh well. The sweater was big enough to cover her entirely, almost like a dress, but she refused to let her legs go cold just to give his pants back. Especially since it was so cold. He was the man; he could tough it out until he got back to his room... As for that part of the plan... She glanced around, looking for the door. Now was no time to really worry about what had happened last night. Obviously, they had gotten drunk and most likely fucked around on the rooftop. Or come pretty close... Great, now she was worrying about having the take the morning after pill to save herself from becoming a teenage mother. Not that she would care terribly; she was already screwed up enough in her school life that a baby might of improved it, but... nah, not right now. Jonathan probably wasn't ready. So she decided in her mind to buy the pills later that afternoon.

"Let's hope the door is open." She yawned and strolled over to it, clicking the little lever down. It didn't move an inch, pushing or pulling. Scarlet let out a loud sigh and glanced over to Jonathan, tucking her hands into the pant pockets. With a humming noise, she drew out her phone and went through the contact, frowning. Who could she trust to open the door? Henry would probably just laugh at her, her roommate didn't have her number, and the only person she knew on campus with a key to the door...
"I'm going to have to text Mr. MacKenzie." She mumbled, running her fingers through her hair. Mr. Mac was the only teacher on campus who really even talked to her on a regular basis. He was kind of her personal guidance counselor when it came to all her problems. he was much easier to talk to than Mr. Tennyson, and a lot more available to "rap" as he liked to call it. So, she had his cell number.

Quickly texting her location, and the fact that she needed boys pants and she was on the roof, she tucked the phone back into her pocket and wandered over to Jonathan, grinning.
"I guess last night was pretty fun?" She shrugged and nudged him gently, before sitting down on the roof. "We'll just have to wait for Mr. mac to get here, then we can get you some clothes." She laughed softly and leaned over, kissing his cheek.
"Are you okay?"

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Jon snickered as Scarlet sat up looking completely thrown, though his grin shifted into a concerned smirk as she burst into unexpected giggles. Still, it must be a good thing that she wasn't too upset about their situation, when he had been anticipating some kind of reprimand. His brows snapped together as she turned away and stood, and he quickly followed suit, eyes following her with that same blank look, mildly registering the cuts and bruises on her back, forgetting his urgency.
He flinched as she lobbed her shirt at him, seeing it fly at him from the corner of his eye before he caught it, staring down at the band logo before dismissing it entirely; whether she claimed it was manly or not, it was the principle that counted here, and he'd rather go bare chested than put it on. Despite the cold, there was nothing else to really worry about- it wasn't as if it was anything that Scarlet hadn't seen before.

Following her obediently, he trotted over, bare feet slapping the flat rooftop as he too approached the door. He groaned when she tested the handle to find it locked, muttering a sullen 'seriously?' as he hovered just behind her, eyes shifting once again to the edge of the building. What were they supposed to do now? Climb down a drainpipe-

"I'm going to have to text Mr. MacKenzie."

Huh. Ask for help, that was an idea. Apparently his brain didn't function as efficiently as hers at this hour, as he had completely neglected that train of thought. Yet something didn't resonate well with him, and he lunged for the cell over her shoulder, fist clenching around empty air as the phone was moved out of reach.
"Mr. Mackenzie?" He demanded incredulously, stepping around her, head bowed slightly so that they were eye to eye. "There's no one else you could ask? Someone that's not a teacher likely to be pissed to find students on a roof at the break of dawn?" He wasn't even going to touch on the other questions they faced, like the whereabouts of their clothes, or what exactly they had been doing up there. Unlike Scarlet, Jon's examination of the night's events didn't extend beyond the assumption that they had possibly had sex on a rooftop, and were now stranded. Mostly he just felt disappointed with the fact that he had apparently missed one wild night, the problem of contraception not even straying into his mind the way it had for Scarlet; he remained blissfully unaware of that particular struggle, turning frustration on the door.

Gripping the lever in both hands, he tried his own weight against it, with no more progress than Scarlet. With a final sigh, he seemed to resign himself to waiting to be discovered up there by the teacher, frowning distractedly as the girl's chapped lips made contact with his cheek.
"Hm?" A small smile lit his expression automatically as he turned his face toward her, staring down with what seemed to be pleasant surprise. "'Course I'm alright," His brows lowered slightly, visibly losing that short moment of good humor as the smile slipped away. "What about you? Your back was all scraped, it looked pretty bad," His eyes narrowed, seeming to gage her reaction, trying to fully process what she must be feeling. She seemed happy enough, but wasn't that always the case when something lurked beneath the surface with girls? Was she actually mad at him for this stunt, holding back her disgust until she was ready to unleash it upon him? He wanted to believe that Scarlet wasn't like that, but truthfully, there was still so much about her he had yet to find out, and it seemed that trial and error was the only way at this point.

He finally broke eye contact with her, looking down as he stepped back, seemingly preoccupied with the shirt he was still holding.
"I guess if we're expecting company," He sighed, studying it apprehensively, as if it might bite. If he was being honest, he wasn't going to wear it for anyone's benefit but his own; Scarlet may have found out about his scars, but that didn't make him any more comfortable with the whole thing. Yanking the shirt over his head, tugging and pulling at it until it seemed to sit just right, he turned back to her with a resigned, lop-sided smile, as if seeking approval, thankful that it hadn't come from a skin-tight girl's collection.

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Scarlet blinked at his attitude towards the whole teacher thing, but dismissed it quickly and continued to text him. She pressed send hastily and waited for it to clear, before tucking the phone back into her pockets. Jonathan was a real sweetheart. Always worrying about his scars. They weren't that bad... Actually, she found them sexy. Kind of her kink when it came to sexual things. scars just... Yeah. They were a good thing in her eyes. Added character, sex appeal... Plus his secretiveness about them was just an added bonus. Something only she, and maybe a few others knew about. She wouldn't betray that; not ever. Even if someone tried to cut her eyes out or something. Well, maybe... But probably not. Jonathan trusted her, so it was her duty to keep his secrets, even if they were potentially dangerous, right? But who would try to cut out her eyes anyway... Then again, Ralph had burned half her face into a mess a while ago. But it wasn't like she could hide those very well. They'd always be there. And Jonathan seemed to not be bothered by them... Hopefully. Maybe. Now she was just freaking herself out. Her hand raised slowly as she covered her face, looking away from him. When he started asking her things, however, she couldn't help but turn back to him.

"Uhm. No, My back is fine. Just a little sore. It's probably from the rooftop... Not that I remember much..." She bit her lip and scratched the back of her head regrettably. It actually upset her a little bit that they had probably had sex and didn't remember a thing... Maybe they could just pretend it didn't happen or something... Actually have one of those romantic evenings... Maybe. They weren't exactly the most romantic of the couples she'd been around at the school. The whole romantic evening with candlelight and music and fairytale endings... that didn't work for them very well... Scarlet sighed softly at the thought. She was probably in love with the young man, not that she'd be able to tell him for a while. She was scared to. So they'd probably be stuck having drunken rooftop sex all the time... Maybe. Unless he pulled a fast one on her and decided to waltz her off into a stupor with some random bout of romanticism. It was unlikely, but it could definitely happen sometime... right?

Scarlet bit her lip and glanced over to Jonathan, before walking over to him. Her arms wrapped around his torso and she pressed her face into his chest, smiling brightly.
"I love you!" Her thoughts screamed happily.
"You look fine, Jonathan. Stop worrying so much." Her mouth spoke for her, while her brain screamed at her in Greek phrases she had been learning while she had attended school. Lots of random things that she could piece together into simple phrases that clouded up her mind and screamed to get out. Rather angrily, too. She should just say it, but something was stopping her. Probably the fact that inside, she was just a big, huge chicken shit. Oh well.

Instead of telling him how she felt, she raised her head and pressed her lips to his gently, before grinning.
"I'm going to tell you last night was fun, even though neither of us can remember it. So, last night was fun." She laughed and pulled away when she heard the door opening. Out came Drhystan, looking groggy, like he had just woken up from a long winter of hibernation or something. Probably sex.
"Definitely sex." Her mind laughed softly at his appearance. Drhystan walked over calmly and run his non-broken hand through his hair.
"Alright. Everybody gets one free shot. Next time, this will cost you big time. So try to have drunken rooftop sex of a roof that doesn't have a locked door." He rolled his eyes and pulled the key out of his pocket. "Come on, you two lovebirds. Let's get you down before people show up at the grounds complaining about your pasty asses shining all the way to the Chemistry class." He chuckled and opened the door, motioning for them to get out.

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He watched her quietly, her calm deflection of his concern not matching with the change in her expression. Her head turned away from him, one hand rising to obscure her face. When she finally looked his way again, she was biting her lip, looking torn, before marching over to him and hugging herself against his chest. His arms opened automatically to receive her, one hand holding her around the waist, the other rubbing her back as if this might warm her up. It didn't consciously register with him how nice this was, the fact that they just went so well together. It felt as if she was meant to stand in the circle of his arms, held close and tenderly, a perfect fit. But all he could sense was a pleasant sort of calm, simply relieved that they were getting off the roof soon, not daring to process it any more than necessary.

"You look fine, Jonathan. Stop worrying so much."

He doubted that that was true, but it hardly mattered anyway; whether she was talking about the shirt, or his other obvious issues, there wasn't much he could do to change it. Yet that didn't stop him from looking sour, expression cold and unresponsive, his thoughts elsewhere until her kiss brought him back around. That seemed to happen a lot lately; Scarlet taking him by surprise. And it wasn't something he minded either, just by the time he got to enjoy it, it was already over. Interest piqued, he listened as she relayed her impression of the night.
"Well, I'm glad you found it fun, even if it wasn't classy." He snorted, one brow raised as he indicated the rest of the roof, unconvinced. Scarlet was down with most of his unfavorable qualities, but even so he had the distinct impression that he wasn't being a great boyfriend, and that sooner or later her patience would run thin. Sloppy was a good way to describe their relationship; their dates ended in fistfights with strangers and drunken walks home, and he was fairly sure that most of this was his fault. He just didn't know how to not do that stuff. At the time it always seemed like a good idea to pick a fight, or to get wasted; what else was there to do? Sure, he could pull a move to get her into bed, but he'd given her a bit more credit and assumed that she would have some reservations this early into their physical relationship. That was apparently not the case, if their current location said anything about it.

A loud click interrupted his thoughts, and he whipped around to see Mr. Mackenzie swing open the door, looking decidedly roughed up, in a self-satisfied way that hinted that he had just scored. It may have been unfair, but already Jon found himself resenting the teacher's easy acceptance of the whole matter, his quiet chuckle, as if he was 'cool' with cutting his students a break. Sure, the boy was glad that they weren't about to get chewed out, but now it felt like they were adding fuel to Drhystan's reputation, and that they now owed some good behavior to him or something.

It just didn't work that way. It could have been the whole testosterone thing, or maybe it was Jon himself, but the mimic seemed to stand a little taller, eying the other man with annoyance. Nodding toward the door, he rested a hand on the small of Scarlet's back, as if guiding her forward. It wasn't protective, for there was obviously nothing to protect her from, but there was a certain air of ownership about the whole thing as he walked past the teacher, snorting when he caught his last words.
"We're not lovebirds," He laughed, but it was filled with wicked intent, as if he had somehow been insulted. What were they, five? Yeah they needed to be rescued from up there, but that didn't force them to be subjected to Drhystan's patronizing commentary. "Just dating." He smirked, the term obviously meaning something different to him. Maybe it was the inference that they were even remotely connected with the word 'love' that brought it on, but it had him a bit panicked, and that always served to get a rise out of him. Love was fluffy and sweet, and boring. What they had going was obviously a bit more risky; he wanted it to seem that way anyway. Wasn't that what every guy wanted?

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Scarlet had been intending on opening her mouth to retort something a little less hurtful, but Jonathan beat her to it by stating that they were "just dating." Just dating. Was that all she was? Some girl he was just dating until he got bored with her and found someone better? Actually fell in love with some pretty blonde girl with lighter highlights and big blue eyes. She scowled and looked away, pouting to herself. So that's how it was. Why was he even dating her if it wasn't moving into anything? Now she was going to become one of those teenage girls who wrote sick love poems. Great. She frowned more and sighed softly as Drhystan led them down to the back corridor to get them out of the building. When he glanced back, he chuckled quietly and shook his head.
"You really just told your girlfriend you weren't in love with her?" He raised an eyebrow. "Brave man. Though I don't think she enjoyed it too much." He shrugged and opened the door to the back corridor.

Scarlet bit her lip and let go of Jonathan's hand, running her fingers through her hair.
"That... That's not true, Mr. MacKenzie." She bit her lip and shrugged, looking up at him. "Thanks for coming to get us though. I owe you one." She nodded and smiled sweetly. Drhystan shrugged back and gave her a wink.
"No problem, Scarlet. Bake me some of your famous cookies again, and all is forgiven." He held out his hand for a shake. Scarlet laughed and shook his hand back, nodding.
"Sure. Double chocolate, or regular?" She tilted her head.
"Double chocolate, please and thank you." He grinned and let go of her hand, putting it to his chin to rub his growing scruff. "How about when you stop by on Thursday?" He blinked. Scarlet shrugged and yawned a bit, before grinning.
"Sounds good, Mr. Mac. I'll see you then." She nodded and waved to him as he jogged down the regular entrance.

Taking up Jonathan's hand again, she hummed and lead him down the back corridor.
"So, I think your clothes are back at my room, now that I think about it..." She blinked, trying to remember. "I stole your shirt while we were in there because you spilt some beer on it and needed it washed..." She looked up at him and blinked, tilting her head. "Did you want to come back and get it now, or...?" She shrugged and ran her free hands fingers through her hair. "Either way. Doesn't matter to me. I have some of your sweaters and stuff there too..."

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Jon's mind was clearly elsewhere as they were led down the stairwell from the roof, unaware of Scarlet's sudden discomfort. It wasn't until Drhystan held open the final door, and spoke, that the young man became aware that something was wrong.

"You really just told your girlfriend you weren't in love with her?"

He immediately looked over at Scarlet, frowning in confusion, already skipping past the teacher's last remark. He shouldn't have been surprised, but he was. Love was supposedly a big deal; was he just supposed to throw the word around wherever? There was just no winning here; his understanding was that either you confessed to that sort of stuff too early and scared people away, or you brought it up at just the right time. And if he was being honest, he really hadn't expected to find that Scarlet of all people, would be hung up on something like this. And it was true; she did look a little bummed, frowning at the ground, biting her lip. As she slid her hand from his, he tensed, feeling an unpleasant plunging in his stomach that told him he was about to get called out. Yet...

"That... That's not true, Mr. MacKenzie. Thanks for coming to get us though. I owe you one."

She didn't sound mad. Something was definitely wrong, but it didn't seem to be anything that he couldn't fix if he just apologized. After all, it wasn't as if she meant nothing to him, it was just hard to gage was love was. She would understand, right? Once again he was absorbed in his own thoughts, barely registering the rest of the conversation, until it took on a new note. Their voices were lighter, cheerful, despite the distinct impression that Jon had made a crucial mistake. His dark eyes narrowed, flicking between Scarlet and the man, trying to make sense of it. He had known that the teacher was important to his girlfriend; that much was obvious simply by the fact that she had been willing to call him at a time like this. What Jon hadn't bargained for was the obvious comfort that they felt around each other, the friendly banter that put him in the background. He didn't object to being ignored by Drhystan, but Scarlet was another matter entirely.

Standing impatiently off to the side, it was with a departing scowl that Jon turned away from the teacher as they set off back down the hall. Of course; this was Scarlet's dorm, so they would have access to her room. Yet all of a sudden, he wasn't so eager to be here any longer than was strictly necessary.

He liked being the only one for Scarlet. And he meant it in every sense; he wanted to be her friend, her love interest, all of it, so long as he got to be the best. So he was more than annoyed to find that she had someone else to confide it, especially when he considered the fact that she was all he had. Her warm hand gripped his own, and he followed her down the hall, not really paying attention to where she was leading him, or to her commentary on where his clothes may have ended up.

"... way. Doesn't matter to me. I have some of your sweaters and stuff there too..."

His brow relaxed, corners of his mouth settling into that accustomed glower of complete distance. He shrugged, just barely registering surprise at the fact that apparently he had been in her room at some point last night.
"I guess I'll get a sweater or something, and you can give me back my pants." His voice was bleak, as once again he hitched his shoulders up, blatantly looking away toward the stairs, as if impatient to get his things.

Stepping forward, he pushed on the handle, holding the door open for her, frowning determinedly at the foot of the stairs.

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Jonathan looked mad. Or at least more broody than usual. She felt her heart drop further into her stomach and she stopped in the hallway, taking his arm gently.
"Hey..." She bit her lip and stared up at him, worriedly. "Are you alright, Jon?" With her best smile, she slid her hand up his arm and to his cheek, watching him closely. Was he upset about her calling the teacher? Her mind whirled slowly. He looked so... She didn't even know how to describe it. It felt like he was emanating very bad vibes towards her, and she was terrified that he was going to get cross with her over something. At his distant look, and the fact that he was glaring away from her, she sighed softly and turned away, leading him back to her room. Now she just felt like skipping class to spend time with him. One night wasn't enough anymore. It's like she was addicted to the fact that she had to work to make him happy. Something about it felt slightly deranged, but... She still loved it. Every inch of their relationship just made her tougher and better in the long run.

Once she got to her room, she pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside, pulling him in by the hand, gently. Once she got inside and tugged Jonathan out of the way of the door, she closed it slowly, hearing the little click that made sure the door was actually closed, so it wouldn't open if a draft came through. Her door had always been a little weird, so she added a little tack at the bottom to the door to let her know that it was closed, by a little sound.

A quick glance around the room showed that her roommate was nowhere in sight, so she slipped through the room and opened up the top drawer, where she kept all of Jonathan's clothes. She liked to keep them somewhere personal. He was her man. He was pretty much all she had. Sure, Mr. MacKenzie talked to her about problems, but... Jonathan actually knew what she was about. He knew how she felt-usually-and tried to help her through it. And she tried to do the same for him. He was like her life support here. The fact that they had to separate for the summer killed her inside. Actually, she had meant to talk to him about that... Now was a good time, right? They were missing first class anyway.
"So, my dad wanted to know if you wanted to come up to the house for a week or so during the summer. Maybe longer, if you wanted." She looked up at him with a bright smile. "I told him I'd ask you when I had the chance, and I just thought of it now." She paused, then blinked. "Sorry it slipped my mind thought. Now I feel bad I didn't mention it earlier." She started to grow flustered, and her cheeks got hot.

Finally, she took a deep breath and held out some clothes for him to put on.
"So, do you want to come stay during the summer?" She grinned happily, watching as he tugged her shirt off and pulled on his own. She bit her lip when she caught sight of his scars and blushed more. If anything, they just turned her on. He had a good body in her eyes. And the scars added character, which she really loved. He was just... Her guy. He was Jonathan, and he was perfect, even when he was broody and mad at her for something she didn't really know what she was doing.
"Have I told you you're wonderful today?" She tilted her head and blinked, genuinely curious. "Because you are." She stepped up to him as he tugged the shirt over his head and kissed him softly on the lips when his mouth finally popped out of the top.
"And I'd really like if you came to see me. You're all I really have."

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At Scarlet's soft question, he simply nodded, glancing back at her, before she hurried through the door. He followed her down the next hall, eyes drifting over the numbered doors, remembering none of them. When Scarlet finally stopped in front of one, she pushed it open, and gently took his hand. His immediate reaction to her room was surprise, then disappointment. He had expected the girls' rooms to look different from those in the boys dorms, but it really wasn't. His gaze flitted over the possessions in the room, trying to identify each one as belonging to Scarlet, or her roommate, looking for anything that was familiar, that spoke of the Scarlet he knew. He was distracted though, when she darted back to the door, fiddling with something near the base, before moving toward the dresser, yanking open the top drawer. Another surprise; he hadn't expected to find that she hoarded so much of his clothing.

Shifting away from the door, to an open patch of wall, he leaned against it, watching her whenever her back was turned.

"So, my dad wanted to know if you wanted to come up to the house for a week or so during the summer. Maybe longer, if you wanted."

She whipped around, catching his gaze and smiling brightly; he had no choice but to smile in response, though it looked admittedly more reserved than Scarlet's. He looked away as she continued talking, taking his clothes in silence. As he traded the band shirt for his own, he stalled for time, eyes downcast as he tried to formulate an answer. He hadn't given much thought to what would happen that summer. No- he hadn't allowed himself to think about it. There were too many things that he was trying to avoid, to keep locked away, until he finally left the school.

"And I'd really like if you came to see me. You're all I really have."

Yanking the shirt down, he found himself staring down at Scarlet, before she pressed her lips softly to his own. He remained motionless, before craning his neck slightly away, frowning. She always knew just what to say; why could he never do that? Although he softened toward her as she tried to dispel his obvious sour mood, he couldn't keep the guarded look from his eyes as he watched her.

"Sure, I'll visit." He had never pictured himself around Scarlet's family (He didn't even know very much about them), but he'd give it a try, if it made her happy. Slowly he circled his arms around her, deciding that this wasn't all bad; maybe he was just overreacting. She was allowed to have a life that didn't revolve around him.

And as for those other minor details, ones that made him wonder how he would even get to her house, or if his own parents would even notice if he didn't return home for the summer, he'd just have to wait and see.

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Scarlet's hands raised to his face and she smiled sweetly, kissing his lips as soft as she possibly could. For a vague second, she wondered what Jonathan even felt when she kissed him. Lust? Love? ... Nothing at all? She blinked at him and pushed the thoughts away, before running her fingers up and through his hair, pushing it up and smoothing it back down again. She just wanted to make him happy. She'd do anything to make him happy. The fact that he said he was mad at her earlier made her little heart crush down two sizes. The fact he even agreed to come to see her in the summer made it swell up like someone had pumped her full of helium. She just felt like she could fly if she jumped out the window. Her dangerous side said to go for it, but her smart side said that she'd probably sustain a broken leg at the most. She may have been supernatural, but flying wasn't exactly in the gifts she'd received from her godly father. No, he had left her with a batshit crazy mother and a father who tried to love her as much as two parents even could.

Her father, the poor dear Jeremy Lancaster, was stuck raising a daughter that wasn't even his. She felt horrible enough being the cause of her mother leaving them, but the fact that he looked at her with such happiness that she didn't even know was fake or not... Scarlet bit her lip and closed her eyes, resting her forehead on Jonathan's chin. Despite having her surrogate father, Jonathan was really the only one she could trust. Drhystan was helping her control her powers, but the fact that she needed help at all was because she wanted to stop being such an asshole to everyone who didn't draw her in immediately. Jonathan, on the other hand, canceled her out rather perfectly. Though it was weird that she didn't even experience the slightest twinge of depression. It made her mind whirl, before she gasped and took his face into her hands again.
"Oh! That's what I was going to tell you last night!" She nearly jumped into his arms, grinning. "I think you've learned to control your emotional power." She smiled brightly. "Usually when we're around people our powers cancel each other out, right? Like, the effect they have on other people." She moved her hands in weird gestures, as if it would help explain.

Giving him a excited look, she pointed to the hall. "But in the hallway, only mine worked." She nodded vigorously. "Mr. Mac is usually really distant to students, but I've kind of been using my powers and stuff to get my grades up." She admitted. "I have a really bad mark in his class." She bit her lip, then ran her fingers through his hair. "Jeeze, I'm a horrible person..." She paused, looking completely disheartened for the tiniest second, before looking up at him excitedly again. "But yours weren't working!" She grinned again, then blinked. This had happened before, but she wasn't sure then. But he had also not taken his supplements today... Her fingers dove through her hair again, pushing it back away from her scars to reveal that they had gotten a little worse again. Treatments sucked, so she had stopped going for a while, but she had been spending most of her time with Jonathan, who didn't give a flying fuck about how scarred her face was.

Now that she thought about it... He must of had better feelings than just liking her enough to date her, because no other guy at the school would even look at her anymore without getting grossed out by the scars.. Unless he felt bad for her. Great, now her mind was whirling again. She thought too much; way too much. IT was like a little conveyor belt inside her brain loaded her neurons every five milliseconds, so fast she barely had time to process the thoughts before a new one popped up. Her eyes raised to his face and she smiled at him, playing with the hem of his shirt, twisting it a bit with her fingers.
"Are you still mad at me?" she tilted her head, blinking. "You should tell me why, in case it's something I don't know I'm doing and can work to fix." She nodded.

((OOC: I feel like this is horrible. I'm sorry if this is horrible. D; Gahhhhh.))