As soon as Guinevere heard the first bird start to sing outside her window, which she left open for that very reason, she opened her eyes and determination slid into them. She sat up in one swift motion, and thought over what she had planned. She would go wake Bo up, and ask for his help. If he said yes, and really, what else could he say, he would help her find some clothes and they would work on her identity. It sounded simple enough.

She got out of her bed and made sure to avoid the creaking floorboards as she made her way to the clothes she had thrown on the floor yesterday. She wouldn't be wearing them for very long so it didn't matter if they were dirty. Besides, she never had really cared about cleanliness.

After she was dressed in her plain white dress, she stood on her bed once again and pushed the window upwards. Her sandals were thrown on to the roof, and she followed by jumping and letting her fore arms rest on the roof as her legs dangled. This part was difficult. She had to twist until she found some way to get her knees into a position to pull herself up. Once she had accomplished her feat, she picked up her sandals and decided not to put them on to make scaling the tree easier. Retracing her steps from the previous night, she was on the ground in no time, and running across the dew covered grass to the gate. It was too early to try to jump it, so she resolved to open it like a "normal" human being for once. On the other side, she put on her sandals, as the road seemed to be very muddy, and she set off almost skipping, she was so excited.

The street was flanked by trees that were in full blossom, which was a rare sight, for they only were this beautiful for a limited amount of time each year. Guinevere loved it and vowed to spend as much time outside as possible whenever the season rolled around. Not that she didn't already spend all of her free time outside. This was absolutely stunning though. The dew was clinging to the tiny pink petals and weighing everything down, making the tension almost tangible and the strength of such a beautiful tree apparent. She wanted to be strong.

She turned down a smaller road that led down the hill to the harbor. As she walked downwards, she could see all the way to the dock at the bottom of the hill. Some workers were already busying themselves with the cargo from a ship that presumably came in during the night. She didn't think she knew anyone who worked in the harbor, despite her father's occupation, but there was still some chance of someone thinking it weird that a girl would be walking alone so early in the morning, so she kept close to the houses on the side of the road just to be safe. The sun was just beginning to rise behind her, and the water reflected what little light was already present, which made the still water look red and pink.

Just as she was beginning to appreciate the beauty, she had to turn onto Bo's street. She peeked her head around the corner to make sure no one she knew was awake (for whatever reason, she didn't know). The street was deserted, however, and the tall buildings on both sides of her cast relative darkness on themselves, leaving the only light to be the dark pink above her.

She could see his house a few blocks down. It was large and without detail, as it was built explicitly for Mr. Hamish, and Bo's father was not the type for frivolous things. He and Guinevere's mother would not get along well. The only thing that gave Bo's house any sort of character were the vines that crept up the left side of the house. Bo had asked his father to let them grow when he was little, and because Bo was an only child and because it was Bo's only request, he had obliged. The vines were really quite useful now, as they could climb up them after years of them growing firm and strong. Bo's window was also the only one on that side of the house, so they didn't have to be constantly worried about being caught. Although she suspected Mr. Hamish knew about their methods. A while back, Bo had asked her to make it plainly obvious that she was entering his room, and sure enough, she saw Mr. Hamish's figure looming in the front window when she left that night. When she asked why, Bo explained that his father had started to suspect something about Roderick (Bo tried not to mention him, he did, but sometimes it was hard when Roderick was all that was on his mind). He had to convince his father otherwise, so Guinevere and Bo pretended. It was rather fun, really.

Once she got to the wall, she hauled herself up on the familiar vines and started to climb. It took about twenty seconds to reach his window, and then she tapped on the window quietly and positioned herself so that her face was visible, so Bo would know she was really there. He had his back to her as he slept in his gigantic bed. She tapped again, and this time he stirred a bit, but did not wake. Once more she taps, and this time, he opened his eyes and rolled over lazily to look in the general direction of the offending noise. When he saw her face in the window, he sat up quickly, hunching over. He looked really funny, Guinevere thought. His hair was sticking up in strange places and one of his eyes was closed while the other was squinting. She grinned and waved.

He blinked a few times and looked down and vaguely squinted for a moment before throwing off his blankets and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Standing up, he steadied himself before padding over to his window where Guinevere was now having a bit of difficulty holding herself up. The window opened and Bo's sleepy face appeared right in front of her own.

"Hello there." He said with a faint smile creeping through the veil of sleep. Then he stood up and stepped aside so that she could crawl through the window. It wasn't very graceful but she rolled onto the floor within a matter of moments. She stood up and took a fake bow, as if she'd performed some incredible feat.

"Very nice, Vere. Now, what're you doing here?", he said with slurred words. At any other time of day, Guinevere would have made some sarcastic comment, but considering the fact that it was around sunrise, and Bo was half asleep, she decided she better get on his good side and simply explain why she just climbed through his window.

She was actually surprised that she had gotten to this point without turning herself around. She had expected to stop herself at some point and realize exactly how silly she was being. But she had to say something, because she had just jumped through his window. "Can you help me with something? I mean this is going to sound weird I guess. But I want to disguise myself as a boy so that I can go to school." She paused. "I don't really know why. But I think it'd be fun. " she said while staring anywhere but at Bo and trying to be as confidant and cocky as she usually was, just so that if he started laughing, she could write the whole thing off as a joke. She didn't acknowledge it, but she was worried about what Bo would think of her. He wasn't exactly the typical guy, and they knew each other inside and out, but there was something about this subject that was difficult to vocalize, even if it was already obvious. Most men thought women should act as women. Not go to school, not wear pants, not go on adventures.

"Yeah, sure." He said through a yawn and Guinevere's eyes shot up to him. He seemed to then realize what he just said and shook his head slightly "Wait what?" He said while trying to straighten out his hair, as he did when he was nervous. "That's really dangerous, you know." He knew Guinevere didn't mind danger, so he didn't know why he said it, but still, he wanted to know what he was getting himself into by saying yes to this.

"But that's actually a brilliant idea." He quickly said to cover up his previous comment. "I could show you everyone, and you could show everyone up in philosophy! Oh man the teachers would get so mad at you because you would actually have the intelligence to challenge them." His false excitement was turning to genuine at this idea. Guinevere was beaming, and he smiled back, fully awake now. "So what do you want me to do?" He asked. He would save all of his other questions for later.

"I need clothes and a wig and a fake identity." She counted them off on her fingers and looked up at Bo who nodded half-pensively, and then got up to open his closet. "I've got some extra uniforms" he said as he looked through the suits hanging from the ceiling. Guinevere followed and looked over his shoulder as he picked out a crisp white collared shirt, with a red bow tie hanging over its shoulder and a pair of dark brown dress pants. He held it out to her and she took it after hesitating for a moment. "You don't mind though, do you? I'm sort of asking a giant favor. Sometimes I overstep my boundaries, Bo, so…"

"Guinevere, you think we of all people have boundaries?" He smirked suggestively then laughed. "No seriously. I want to help you. I don't know where this idea came from, but I want to help you." He turned around and leaned against the door frame and a wicked grin crossed his face.

"Plus this is going to be hilarious, and we'll be like spies and stuff. It's like a real adventure."

"That's just it. You know how we were talking about adventures yesterday?" She leaned against the opposite side of the door frame and looked at him. He tilted his head and she continued. "It just occurred to me that I could be doing any of those if only I had the courage. And I do. But I didn't want to go anywhere because you would be here. So I'm bringing my adventure to you. Now we can share it."

Bo was speechless. Sometimes he forgot that Guinevere cared about him as much as he cared about her. "I don't know what to say to that. Thank you?" He finally stated. His smile turning back from wicked to genuine.

"You're welcome" She smiled back, and turned to flop on the bed. "Now let's put our emotions back into those little boxes in which they usually reside, and get on with our quest for thrill and excitement. Where could I find a wig? I don't really want to cut my hair for obvious reasons-namely the fact that uh , I dunno, everyone would know who I was. I think I would very much like to be ginger. Do you think I could pull that off? Some ginger people have brown eyebrows don't they? Curly ginger hair. Do you have a wig like that?" As Guinevere ranted, Bo smiled to himself as he picked out an extra pair of shoes for her.