I found another story that I liked and decided to share it with you guys. TGAOBAM was a favorite show of mine and here I wanted to pay homage to it :)
Lone footsteps echoed down the sidewalk in the darkness before the sun had the chance to rise.
The streets were dark and chilly, the air cool and renewed from the night.
A young woman found herself alone now at the bus stop.
She was dressed in a black tank, a green short jacket with a removable black hood, the sleeves rolled up, a blue bandanna with gold trim wrapped about her left upper arm, and a pair of jeans, the knees missing.
She dropped her napsack and a large black case and sat down on the sidewalk, pulling her hood down further over her face.
Silence settled about the slumbering neighborhood even as the sun just began to peek over the buildings.
A bus emerged from the light fog that coated the surrounding city and stopped at the curb.
The young woman got up as the doors opened, then, with one more glance at the neighborhood, boarded the bus.
She slowly made her way towards the back of the bus and sat four rows from the last seat.
As the bus pulled away from the stop, she watched the familiar city vanish into the mist.
As the hours passed, more and more stops were made and more and more people joined the bus.
A small group of students boarded the bus, the sun now up and glowing orange in the early skies.
The group sat across from the girl, who was now asleep, uncomfortably haunched down in her seat, a knee placed against the back of the seat in front of her, bracing her form up on the moving bus.
"I am eager to see the cast for this year's prodution," One spoke softly, his lime green eyes wide with joy.
"I'm excited to see who gets officer positions this year. I want to be a stage manager or at least costume director this year!" Another added, frowning from under a red ball cap, his large nose twitching slightly.
"I heard we recruited a new person from a whole other city," A boy wearing a yellow shirt and red bowtie added.
"Oh yea, I heard that too," The boy with the lime green eyes commented.
"They're supposed to replace a few positions right?" The boy wearing the ball cap questioned.
"Yea, they're apparently an experienced stage hand Piff found when we toured on the outskirts of Peach Creek. He said there was a parade in town and he met them through a visiting Marching Band," The boy with the bowtie answered.
"Huh... a music person... I wonder who it is..." The boy wearing the cap thought outloud.
Eventually the bus became crowded and too loud for sleep to take place any longer.
With the advent of several giggling girls, the young woman awoke from her restless slumber and proceeded to place earbuds in her ears as a means to drown out any other sound.
The boys sitting across from her noticed the movement and cautuiously tried to get a better look at the stranger, but were unsuccessful in their attempts, the hood foiling their plans.
Soon they gave up and returned to speculating stage positions and new arrivals.
After what seemed like forever, the bus stopped in a wooded area, the doors opened and everyone unloaded.
Once everyone was off, the bus pulled away and rocked back up the dirt road it followed.
The group walked up a long winding trail marked by a large ornate gate.
It took several minutes of walking to get to the hidden treasure that was the overly designed and lush opera house, modestly tucked away in the woods as it was, its decadant style seemed a blatant contradiction.
The students walked up the large steps and through the gigantic doors, engraved with black metal vines.
The inside of the opera house was complicatedly decorated and architecturaly designed in the stylings of a bold over display of victorian luxury.
Tall pillars, wrapped in spiraling intracate vines carved into the stone of the pillar itself, supported wide ceilings plated with gold over difficult molds of ornate stalagtites.
As they walked through the house, they soon found themselves entering the magnanomously large auditorium.
The stage resembled more the likeness of a room in itself rather than a stage, other students gathered around the apron, mingling and laughing. As the group merged into the chatty mass, the young woman hung back.
Within moments, a man, or rather, a creature, emerged from the side of the stage. He was solid black in color, wearing a sleek black suit with a popping red shirt underneath. His lime green eyes and purple irises fell to a clipboard he held.
"Attention Drama Camp 2012, I am the Camp Director this year, you may call Mr. Nergal or Mr. N. as last year's group dubbed me. I need the following people to come up onto the stage with me; Stage Managers Nergal Junior and Double D, Set Managers Dexter McPhearson and Susan Astronomonov, Prop Directors Blossom Utonium and Gwen Tennyson, Light and Sound Booth Operators Ben Tennyson and Rolf, Catwalk Operators Bubbles and Buttercup Utonium, Line Prompter Mandy, the Leading Actress Mindy, and the new Wardrobe Director, Make Up Director, and Musical Coordinator." He read off the papers.
The students filed up and onto the stage.
Mr. N. looked through all the familiar faces until he found the newest addition to their production. He approached the young woman and shook her hand.
"Welcome to our production! I am Mr. Nergal! You are?" He smiled.
"Horn Sargent Max Lastand," She answered.
The crowd mumbled amongst themselves.
"Well Max, you have a lot to do!" He chuckled.
"That's quite alright, sir. I love the theater," She replied with a smile, though because of the hood, it was all you could see.
Out in the crowd, people talked and murmured about the arrival of the new member.
"That's a girl?" A red head sneered to another girl of similiar social status.
"I know, right? I wouldn't have known had she not spoken," The girl answered, hoovering slightly in the air, her long red hair swaying with her movement.
"Alright, everyone have a seat while we get these ladies and gentlemen set up!" Mr. N. ordered as he lead the group off of the stage and through the back corridors behind it.
Max walked, now in the middle of the group, choosing not to look up at those around her.
"Hey..." A hand on her shoulder encouraged her to turn around.
She only gave a slight backwards glance.
"Welcome to the Opera House of Endsville, I'm Double D." A boy wearing a black beanie smiled, a large prominant gap in the top row of his teeth.
"Max. Nice to meet you," She replied.
"We are excited to have you on board with us. From what Piff tells us, you are perfect for these jobs, and with a musical back ground not unlike theater, you should do wonderfully." He smiled, trying to welcome her.
"I will do the best I can." Max nodded.
"Wait here, stars and staff!" Mr. N. called from the front.
The group had stopped in a long corridor lined with wooden doors which seemed to stretch on for a very long time though they had stopped at the end of it.
Mr. N. opened the last door and slipped inside, leaving the group alone.
"This is my favorite part!" A girl, also hoovering, dressed in blue smiled, her blond hair pulled back into two pig tails.
Max watched the door with a quiet intent as the group around her moved and talked.
The door opened slowly and the group went silent. Mr. N. emerged, a young man behind him carrying a large stack of papers. Once he was out from behind Mr. N he could be seen clearly.
He was tall, thin, and wore black from head to toe. A sleek pair of shades sat on his elegant nose and his purple hair was pulled back into a pony tail, a black beret sitting atop his head. A silver medalion hung delicately around his covered neck. His eyes, though completely hidden, scanned the group, until they came to rest on Max.
The young man smirked and approached her, his slow steps clicking with the heel of his purple boots on the stone floor.
"I'm glad you came," He said softly as he shook her hand.
"I am too," Max replied.
He handed her a packet of paper and moved on to the others.
Max's eyes silently followed him, secretly admiring his shape as it glided through the group of people.
"That's Piff, our Lead Actor and Camp Leader." Double D. whispered to Max.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving him.
"Follow me." His statement was quick and soft and almost unheard.
The group followed behind him loyally as he lead them back out to the stage. He walked around to the front of the back stage area and stopped at the first door on the left. He reached onto Mr. N.'s clip board and pulled off a sheet of paper, peeled the back off of it, and stuck it onto the door. It read "Boys Changing Room". He then opened the door, revealing a large changing room, several bars lining the walls to hang clothin on. A large mirror covered the far wall. He then shut the door and walked on.
He then continued around to the back of the stage where another door, dead center, was located. He repeated the labeling process, giving the name "Prop Room/Wardrobe" to that door. He opened that door as well, showing another large room, a door on the far side labeled "Wardrobe/prop room". A large desk sat in the corner.
He approached it and placed a label on it reading "Make Up". He promptly left the room and shut the door behind him.
He then went to the right side of the back stage and lebeled the last door "Girls Changing Room". Opening the door showed that it was identicle to the Boys Changing Room.
He then grabbed a podium from the side stage and placed a label on it reading "Manager". He, afterwords, turned and faced the group, Mr. N. still standing by his side.
"These will be your work stations. Only the people assigned to these stations should be at them at any given time other than to get clothing, make up, or a prop, during rehearsal or play night." Mr. N. announced.
"Now, I see you all still have your luggage. Please follow Piff to your dorms." Mr. N. smiled at both the group on stage and those in the audience. " He will give you your keys once you get there," Mr. N. said as he handed Piff a white box the size of a shoe box.
Piff began to walk back down the corridor that lead them back to the long hall lined with wooden doors.
The groups filed in behind him and followed, talking quietly amongst themselves.
Once they reached the dorm hall, Piff stopped in the hall and began handing out the keys randomly, and once the box was empty he tucked it under his arm.
"You can use the next hour to unpack and freshen up before dinner." He nodded and proceeded to return to his own room at the very end.
Everyone examined their keys and began looking for their rooms.
Max found her way to her room towards the end. She ended up being the last room on the right, her neighbors being the boy with the yellow shirt and red bowtie from earlier and Piff.
She placed her key in the key hole and turned it, then, with a twist of the knob, she was granted access to her new room.
The room was grand in size yet considerably spartan compared to the rest of the opera house. Dark stone walls were supported by the same ornate pillars as the rest of the estate, but the furniture, though expensive and up scale, was minimum.
Max found her way to the bed quarter and began unpacking her things and assigning them to the chest or drawers that sat against the wall opposite her canope bed, and when she was through she sat on the bed and rested for a while. She eventually laid back and shut her eyes.
As she slipped into a state lieing somewhere between sleep and conciousness her subconcious mind instantly went to Piff. The dream took her back to when he recruited her after a parade just outside of Peach Creek.
It was cold as the moderatly large blue and gold Marching Band began packing up. The parade had taken almost thirty minutes and everyone was more than ready to get on the bus and catch some sleep.
Max packed her trumpet up and loaded the black case onto the Band trailer and then proceeded to remove herself from the entrance so others may do the same.
Upon turning around, she caught a glimps of something... odd.
Her Band Director was speaking with another teen, someone she didn't recognize as a part of her Band.
The Director nodded happily and began pointing out certain students from his Band, one of which was herself. It was then she realized, he was pointing out the seniors.
The purple haired teen shook his hand and began walking into the fray of the packing Band members.
It took a moment, perhaps because of the near unbarable freezing weather, for her to realize he was approaching her.
She turned away, pretending to not have noticed him, busying herself with "fixing" her uniform though nothing was wrong with the baldrick or the buttons.
He continued to walk towards her and only when he stopped in front of her did she look up.
"... Can I help you?" She asked after almost a minute of silence.
There was something oddly charming about him and she blushed slightly, and she found herself suddenly hoping he'd think the pinkness of her face was from the cold.
He smirked and held a card out for her to take. Max looked at the card for a moment, then slowly took it. It was an ornate black and silver card that read "Endsville Opera House Theater for Fine Performing Arts".
Max starred at the card and then looked up at the teen, seeing her reflection in his shades.
"... Alright." Max nodded as she placed the card inside her glove.
He smiked and gave a slight nod before disappearing into the fray once more. She watched him until she couldn't see him beyond the bodies of people passing by.
A few months later, just a week before graduation, she called the number on the card and made an arrangement for the bus to come by where she was, though it was very far out of the way.
Now she was here, living in an Opera House, sleeping on the most luxurious bed she'd ever felt. However, this was short lived due to a harsh knocking on her door. She forced herself to get up and answer the door, but when she did, she wasn't disapointed.
"HUG ME SISTER!"
Max found herself swept up in a bear hug that could've killed her.
"Terra!" Max gasped when she was set free.
"That's me!" The tall blond neko answered.
"How'd you... where did... why...?!" Max stuttered.
"I found out about this place through my old Theater back home!" She smiled as she playfully flipped her bob and rolled her blue eyes. "And when I found out you were here I ran down here!"
"How'd you find out I was here?" Max asked.
"You're name is on the staff list three times, you can't miss it." She smirked, her cat ears twitcing and her fluffy grey and white tail swishing with excitment.
"Did you drive up here?" Max asked as she stepped out of her dorm and shut the door behind, locking it with her key.
"Yea and that's why I was late. The traffic in Townsville is fecking rediculous." She sighed.
"Yea." Max nodded. "Hey, dinner's soon."
"Good! I'm starving!" Terra laughed.
The two began up the hall slowly, still talking.
"I hope they serve a salad or a vegetarian soup," Max commented.
"They will." Came a voice behind them.
The two turned to see a red headed boy leaving his dorm.
"Piff is a vegetarian too." He smiled. "I'm Pud'n."
"Max." Max nodded.
"Terra Blue, but please, call me Terra." Terra smiled.
Pud'n nodded and gave a warm smile.
"Are you two headed to the common room too?" He asked.
"Uh... I'm sure we would be if we knew where it was." Max shrugged.
"I'll show you, follow me." He smiled as he lead them up the dorm hall, taking a right in front of the doors that lead to the stage area.
He lead them down the dorm hall and then hung another right.
About half way down the hall, people were mingling outside of an open door and the entrance to the courtyard there.
"See? Not that hard to find." He gave a small chuckle before joining the others.
Max and Terra cautiously stepped through the crowd.
"Do you know anyone here?" Terra asked her friend.
Max shook her head. "The most of them seem friendly though."
Terra nodded and continued to look around.
Max did the same when she spotted Piff sitting in a large black leather chair in the common room. He was surrounded by other people who talked and laughed amongst themselves, sipping on classic glass bottle seeing this, she froze and backed away from the door slightly.
"Where are you going?" Terra asked. "I want to talk to the other actors."
"Oh, yea, go ahead, but... I'll be in the court yard." Max urged her to go in.
"What's in there that frightens you?" Terra smiled as she looked around the common room. "Is there a serial killer in there? But you're not afraid of serial killers... perhaps a ground hive of yellow jackets or a large wasp's nest!"
"Shut up." Max made a face at Terra. "Quit exploiting my fears."
"Well, it must be something to that affect..." She chuckled as she looked around the room still, poking gentle fun at her friend.
"Go sniff cat nip." Max lightly slapped her friend's arm.
"I brought some with me." Terra smiled.
"Hey..." A voice came from the court yard door. "You were on the bus, you sat across from us."
Max looked up and saw the boy with the lime green eyes from the ride over.
"Yea, hey." Max smiled and shook his hand.
"Nergal Junior, but I prefer Junior."
"Max."
Junior looked at Terra who shook his hand.
"Terranne, call me Terra though." She smiled.
"Aren't you one of the stage managers?" Max asked.
"Indeed." Junior smiled. "I am excited. This is my first year as a manager."
"I am sure you'll do wonderfully." Terra encouraged.
"I hope so." Junior gave a chuckle. He caught sight of the others he sat with and motioned them over and Max and Terra shook their hands as well.
"Irwin, nice to meet you." The boy with the red bowtie smiled.
"Billy, how are ya?" The boy with the ball cap laughed.
"So, you guys have been here for a while, huh?" Max asked.
"We're all three year vets." Irwin beamed.
"Impressive." Terra nodded.
"So, you guys know everyone here, then?" Max inquired.
"Indeed we do." Junior looked around.
Max looked at Terra and she looked back, then to Junior.
"This is our first year in Endsville and we don't know anyone here," Terra stated.
"Oh, I see." Junior nodded. "Well, let's go on a tour!"
He walked into the court yard, also brimming with people, and began walking around its perimeters.
"See that girl, standing alone in the corner?" Junior asked. "That's Mandy. She's cold, logical, and doesn't like people. She'll tolerate you, but she won't like you."
Max and Terra nodded, both wearing a furrowed brow.
"And those two guys over there, the ones argueing, that's Dexter, the short one, and Mandark, the tall one. They're both literal geniouses and are also rivals. They work pretty well together here, but they typically argue off stage." Junior continued to walk.
Max and Terra watched the two fight for a bit before moving on.
"The three guys standing over there by the bevrage table are Ed, the tallest, Edd, the one with the hat, though he prefers Double D, and the shortest is Eddy. Ed and Eddy are actors while Double D is a stage manager like me." Junior walked by them, smiling.
They gave a smile and a wave before going back to their conversation.
Junior followed a group of people into the common room.
"Alright, the girls sitting on the couch are Gwen, Blossom, Bubbles, and Deedee. Deedee is Dexter's sister." Junior smiled back at Max and Terra.
"She's pretty." Max smiled.
"You're not the only one who thinks so. Mandark's been after her heart forever." Junior chuckled.
"Awww." Terra smiled.
"The people on the couch opposite from them are Kevin Levin, Butter Cup, Olga, and Douglas. Olga is Mandark's sister." Junior added.
"Deedee's rival?" Terra questioned.
"Only when dancing. They both took ballet and every year, they battle it out on stage for the role of lead dancer. But off stage, they are as thick as theives." Junior answered.
"Nothing wrong with healthy competition." Max smirked.
A red headed girl came over to where Piff sat and sat on the arm of his chair, giggling with the others.
"That's Mindy," Junior said with a disgusted face. "She's the lead actress and literally crams herself up Piff's ass every chance she gets."
"Piff's girl friend?" Max asked, her heart sinking.
"Ohhhhhh no. No, no, no, no, no. Piff hasn't dated anyone in his Theater department and he certainly wouldn't start with Mindy." Junior made a face.
"She's that bad, huh?" Terra asked.
"A regular pre-madona," Junior answered.
"I see." Terra nodded.
"Anyway, the guy she's all over right now is Piff, who looks rather uncomfortable. He's our lead actor and our camp leader. He calls the shots and makes the rules." Junior smiled. "He's the best we've ever had, though, I've never seen anyone else in that position. My dad swears by him though."
"Your dad?" Terra asked.
"Mr. N. is my father." Junior smiled. "But don't think he goes easy on me! It took me three years to even be considered for stage manager."
"Makes you work for your positions. I like it." Max smiled.
"Oh yea." Junior added.
Dexter and Mandark came in and joined the people sitting on the couch with two other boys.
"The guy in green is Ben and the guy with blue hair is Rolf." Junior pointed out. "Ben is Gwen's cousin."
"Wow, theater runs in the family here, huh?" Max chuckled.
"It would seem that way." Junior agreed. "Billy is my cousin."
"See?" Max smiled.
Junior gave a chuckle.
"Hey, Junior, we eat in twenty," Pud'n said as he came by and patted his shoulder.
"Thanks man." He waved as he headed for the over seated couch. "That's Pud'n, he is our messenger, if you will."
"That's a useful job." Max nodded.
"Indeed." Junior agreed. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have to make an announcement."
He headed for the front of the room, leaving Max and Terra alone for the time being.
"... He was cute." Max smirked.
"Eh. I think that Ben guy is a cutie. Or Double D." Terra made a troll face that made Max laugh.
Junior stood up on a stool and blew a whistle, and once he had everyone's attention, he spoke.
"Dinner is in twenty so be ready to go soon!" Junior smiled. "That's all!"
Everyone returned to talking and mingling.
"I want to talk to the lead actor." Terra smirked at Max. "Wanna come?"
Max was caught off guard and began to stutter.
"Uh... I... nnnnnah..." Max rubbed the back of her head.
"Oh come on, pleeeeeeeease?" Terra begged.
"... Fine." Max agreed in fear she would figure out why she was so nervouse.
"Yay!" Terra smiled.
She and Max began to make their way over to the sitting area when a few of the people noticed them and smiled.
"Hello!" Several cooed.
"Hi." Terra smiled back.
Max nodded.
"You 're the new staff member." Gwen pointed at Max, then looked at Terra. "But you're a new face."
"I'm Terra, an actress from another theater." Terra beamed.
Mindy took notice instantly and sat up on the arm of the chair, Piff seemed to breath a sigh of relief that she had stopped leaning over him.
"An actress from another theater. Well. Just what grade of actress are you?" Mindy smirked smugly.
"I've been in several plays through out my elemntry, middle, and high school years, and I graduated top of my class in 09' before I left the theater for good when I graduated high school in 2012." Terra stated.
The surrounding people nodded and murmured, impressed by this new comer's history.
Mindy got up and walked towards Terra.
"We'll see how good you are. This is my theater. Tread carefully." She hissed.
"Whoa, I'm not trying to step on anyone's toes. I came here to have fun, not knock someone out of their position. Besides, I came over here specifically to speak to the camp leader who I've yet to meet." Terra furrowed her brow at the aggressive actress.
"He doesn't want to talk to you." Mindy cocked her head to the side.
The people around them grew quiet as the tension rose. Then Max stepped in between Mindy and Terra.
"Obviously we've offended you somehow, though I assure you it was not our intentions to do so. We are not trying to upset anyone, we just want to get to know people because we're new to Endsville, and the proper place to start, it would seem, would be with your leader. That's how it worked where I'm from," Max said calmly.
"Oh? And where are you from? You dress like a hood rat." Mindy sneered.
"Well, if you must know, I am from a little ghetto south of Peach Creek," Max answered. "I was a member of a Marching Band there for four years of my life."
"Oh! You're a band geek!" Mindy cackled.
Max waited until she was done before speaking.
"Sergeant of All Horns, to be more precise," Max stated coldly.
A few people around covered their mouths, eyes wide.
"Let me explain what that is in terms you can understand... Here's you..." Max placed her hand at just below her shoulder. "... and here's me." She held the other hand at her forhead.
Mindy gasped and looked around, insulted.
"Basically, Mindy, in Marching terms, the camp leader, Piff, would be something called the Drum Major, and the only position that is the highest without being Drum Major is Sergeant of All Horns, me." Max smirked. "Now, if I understand correctly, I will be working directly with Piff here in order to set up the score for this year's music and also to sketch up wardrobe." Max looked around Mindy at Piff, who smirked and nodded his head.
Max then returned her gaze to Mindy, who glared at her before pushing her way passed her and storming out of the common room.
Max bowed her head and then looked up and at everyone around her.
"I apologize for that, ladies and gentlemen, but I was raised to defend myself." Max bowed her head once again in apology.
"Oh, never mind her, she's just a drama queen," Butter Cup said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Ha, I see what you did there..." Terra offered a small chuckle as did the others.
"Have a seat." Gwen smiled as she made room at the end for Terra and Max.
Terra sat closest to Piff and Max sat next to Terra.
"Hi, I'm Terra," She said as she shook Piff's hand.
"Piff," He said softly.
"I wanted to say hello since traffic made me late and I didn't get to meet you." She smiled.
Piff nodded in return and offered a faint smile.
"Thanks again for having me, I will work very hard to make this production a wonderful one," Terra promised.
Piff nodded once more.
"So... Sergeant of All Horns... where I'm from, that's an officer's position." Mandark smiled at Max.
"Yea, it is where I'm from too. I take it that you were a Marching Band member as well?" Max asked.
"Yep. Brass Captain. I play trombone." Mandark beamed.
"Trumpet." Max smiled back. "We're family."
"Alright." Mandark raised his hand and Max gave him a high five.
"I was rather impressed with your history of theater, Miss Terra." Douglas smiled from his side of the couch.
"I love it and I have since I was little. I remember being a toy soldier in our production of The Nut Cracker when I was really small." Terra thought back.
"I did theater as a child too. My first play was A Christmas Carol." Douglas laughed as he recalled the distant memory. "I had so much fun. That's when I decided that theater was my thing."
"I know the feeling." Terra laughed with him.
Everyone continued to mingle until Junior made the announcement that dinner was ready.
The large group filed out into the hall and hung a left, still talking the entire time.
Eventually they came to the large dinning hall, where everyone took their seats along the long table and waited for announcements before digging in.
Junior stood up and looked over the table, Piff sitting one seat ahead of him.
"We would like to welcome everyone back to The Endsville Opera House for what we hope is another spectaculare year. We would also like to welcome our newest additions to the family, Max and Terra!" He began to clap as did the rest of the table.
Max and Terra smiled at everyone and waved.
"Welcome to the family! With your help, we can work together to make this year the best we've had..." Junior paused for the clapping and cheers before continueing. "Now... let's eat!"
The table burst into motion as people passed food to one another.
Max and Terra took bits and pieces of things as they went by, not wanting to fill their plates out of nervousness.
"Ham?" Irwin asked Max.
"No thanks, I don't eat meat." She declined.
"Oh, you're a veg head too, alright... hey, Dexter, pass this on up to Piff and watch his expression!" Irwin giggled as he passed the plate to Dexter who passed it up to Ben who passed it over to Piff.
Piff took the plate, looked at it, then looked up at the surrounding people with a furrowed brow and a confused smile on his face.
He quickly passed it on the Junior as the others chuckled at his reaction.
Junior took a few slices on his fork and waved them in front of Piff who moved away from the meat.
"No? Okay." Junior laughed as the others did too.
Max giggled a little at Piff's reaction, having had friends do her the same way and having had the same reaction to it. Having heard the giggle, Terra looked over at her and smirked.
"I know that giggle." She bit her bottom lip and made a face at Max.
"What giggle?" Max acted confused.
"That giggle." Terra taunted. "That's your hehe-I-like-him giggle."
"What? Who? What are you talking about?" Max blew her off as she stuck her fork in her salad.
"So... who is it?" Terra nudged her with her elbow.
"No one, you're wrong," Max lied.
"I'm never wrong," Terra stated.
Max stopped torturing her salad and looked at Terra.
"Come to my dorm after dinner," She said flatly, knowing her friend wasn't about to drop the subject.
After dinner, the dorm hall was quiet, everyone having got their stomach's full and sleeping.
Max and Terra sat on the canope bed in Max's dorm, talking quietly about the Opera House and its inhabitants.
Terra plopped, belly first, on to Max's bed and looked up at her, sitting criss-crossed.
"Sooooo... you gonna tell me who the lucky guy is?" She batted her eyes at the unamused girl.
Max let out a heavy sigh and prepared herself.
"... Piff." She stated flatly.
Terra jumped up and faced Max.
"Piff?!" She exclaimed.
"SHHHHH! Jesus, everyone will hear you!" Max slapped her hand over Terra's mouth.
Terra tore Max's hand away and continued.
"The camp leader?!" She whispered frantically.
"Yes!" Max answered equally as exasperated.
"You've got to be kidding! You set your standards high." Terra teased.
"Shut up." Max crossed her arms.
Terra giggled and resumed her comfy lieing position.
"So... what do you like about him?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" Max made a face at her. "He saved me from being worthless after my Marching carreer ended."
"No, I mean what attracts you to him... physically." She smirked.
Max facepalmed and glared at her friend through her fingers.
"I'm waiting..." Terra cooed.
Max closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"... I like his dark personality, I like is melecholy attitude, I like his artistic intrest, I like how he always wears those shades, I like his purple hair, I like the length of his purple hair, I like how he keeps it in a pony tail, I like his nose, his cheek bones, his lips, I like his height, his shoulders, I like how healthy he is without being a stupid muscle brained idiot... I like everything about him!" Max said as she fell back onto her pillow.
Terra sat up and crossed her arms.
"Well, I think you have been bitten by the love bug," She stated.
Max sighed loudly and covered her face with a pillow.
"I know," She said, her voice muffled by the pillow. "But he's my type... perfectly."
"Go for it," Terra said to the pillow.
"What?" Max asked as she quickly removed the pillow.
"Go for it. Talk to him. Get to know him," Terra stated as she got up and stretched.
Max thought for a moment, but before her thoughts were complete, Terra spoke.
"Well, I'm going to head back to my dorm and get some sleep. You think on that, alright?"
Max walked her to the door and said good night, gently shutting the door behind her.
She then made her way back to the bed chamber and changed into a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. Once she was comfortable, she slipped into the bed and turned out the light.
I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and I apologize for any spelling mistakes. My computer doesn't have spell check ;
Regardless, feel free to R&R, it lets me know what you guys think, which I appreciate. :)