"Tauriel!" He calls out, chasing her though the halls. He bumps into several other students, which constitue a myriad of angry glares in reply. Kili smiles at the tall and slender girl, whose hair is in a high ponytail and eyes dazzle like emeralds in starlight.

She holds her books in her arms and looks down at the boy, raising a perfectly landscaped eyebrow. "What do you want?" She asks, an air of superiority about her. The two share a History class together, but seeing as they sit in opposite ends of the classroom, they never talk. It's a bit strange that he's talking to her now, especially considering other circumstances.

The halls seemed to lull into an eerie silence as the two stand in each other's wake. It's always been common knowledge that wrestlers and theater kids don't talk with each other. The wrestlers were brutes in the eyes of the thespians, and inversely, the actors could be nothing more than a group of snobby rich kids in mind's eye of wrestlers. So for anyone who happened to see the cousin of the head wrestler talking to the drama club's vice president? It was odd, to say the least.

Kili fidgets with his fingers, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. He cracks a reckless grin and spits the words out of his mouth, like arrows flying from their bow.

"I heard you've got a show tonight! And I wanted to, uh, know if you presold tickets! Bard told me that I can get good seats if I asked you, and I wouldn't wanna miss your show!"

"You... Wait, what?" Tauriel was sure that Kili had no idea what a theatrical production even was, let alone there was a show tonight. "How do you even-" He cuts her off, his grin widening.

"I went to find the drama board, and found that you got the lead for uh... The Ghost of the Musical? Yeah, something like that! I wouldn't wanna miss that! How much are tickets?" He fumbles in the pocket of his letterman jacket, and pulls out a very thin wallet, trying to scrounge up loose change and single dollar bills.

She stares in shock at him. How does he...? "They're seven dollars. And any snack can be bought there for one dollar." She pulls out a manilla folder with tickets. "Where, um, where do you want to sit in the theater?" She asks. Not many people have bought tickets from her; what with the internet and her president selling most of them.

"Oh, that's great!" He mutters to himself, pouring a pile of quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies into his palm and counting them. "I uh... I'll sit wherever you think is best! I wanna get a good view, for sure!" He says lightly. He trusts her.

She nods and thumbs through her tickets. "Uh... Middle of the tenth row alright with you?" She clarifies.

"Perfect!" He says, thrusting his hand out to her. "Eleven quarters, one dime, three nickels and four dollars makes seven total! ... Right?" He says. Kili's always been rotten with arithmatic.

Tauriel thinks through the math for a moment, trying not to show that she's counting on her fingers. She nods and takes the money, giving him a ticket in return. "Exactly right. The show starts at-"

"KILI!"

Kili and Tauriel jump, turning to see a blonde-haired boy that already has a beard that would make some grown men jealous. Fili stomps through the sea of other students and grabs his brother by the shoulder.

"Th' hell are you doin' with some drama queen?!" He demands, giving a nasty glare to Tauriel. The fraternal twin brothers were side by side at all times, and to see his brother with an enemy of their cousin? Blasphemy.

Tauriel flips her hair behind her shoulder and huffs. "I was just about to leave. I wouldn't be caught dead with a couple of sweaty oxen who find enjoyment in bashing their heads together. Besides, I have a show that starts at seven tonight." She glances at Kili, for less than a moment, before turning on her heel and leaving, her hips swaying to and fro.

Kili smiles at her as she leaves, but his grin melts as his brother smacks him in the back of the head. "Ow! Fuck was that for?!" He wails, rubbing his head gingerly.

"We got practice. It started twenty minutes ago, Kili. Christ man, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that you had a crush on the bitch! Do you remember what her dumbass boyfriend did to Thorin sophomore year?" Fili walks with Kili down to the gym.

Kili shoves his hands(and ticket) into the depths of his deep pocket and sulks as he tromps, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Yeah, yeah. I remember." He mutters in a reluctant tone.

"Say it." His brother says, but it sounds like a threat.

With a great and irritated sigh, Kili repeats the story. "Sophomore year, when Thorin was coordinating everything for the halldeck competiton, the theater club went into our territory after everyone left and destroyed the place, making sure that they'd win the stupid competition and get the stupid funds for their stupid field trip to stupid Broadway."

"And?"

"And then he pantsed Thorin during the assembly."

"And?"

"And he caught it on video and made the broadcasting play it for a week after the whole thing." God, Kili had heard that story so many times, it was mind-numbing. They enter the locker room and strip down, pulling their nylon uniforms on.

With a mouth guard equipped, Fili replies sternly. "Ah' 'aht's why we 'ate 'em 'oh much. I 'on't 'anna 'ee you 'alkin' 'ooh 'aht girl anymore, got it?"
Kili slips his neon mouth guard in and nods, giving a 'yeah yeah' sorta grunt. The two practice, Kili getting a bit of a harder time from coach for being so late.