Rosalya was running out of ideas. Everyone of them has failed miserably so far. Ugh, why was it so hard! Why couldn't this work out like it does in the movies!?
The school day was almost over and everyone was putting their things together getting ready to go to their last classes.
Rosalya was pacing back and forth in front of her locker, waiting for Lysander. They just had to come up with a fool proof plan! She was starting to get impatient.
Her first idea kept coming to mind, but she knew Lysander wouldn't agree with it. Unless... she paused in her steps. She could always... not tell Lysander. Perhaps...
Before she could even finish her own thoughts, she found her way marching into the courtyard, finding just the guy she was looking for.
Castiel was sitting at a bench, ear buds on full blast of the latest Winged Skull single. His head was leaning back under the shade, eyes close as though he was sleeping.
She slowly approached the sleeping red headed teen slowly as though he were an atomic bomb and any sudden movements will set him off to explode.
She plucked an one headphone from his ear, then shouted, "CASTIEL!" Right into his now exposed ear drums. This caused him to jump out of his sleep, a nice lovely string of colorful words leaving his mouth.
Well, Rosalys wasn't that careful about ticking off the dragon. Admittedly, it was pretty fun.
"The heck was that for?" Castiel snapped, voice a bit groggy from just waking up. He was twisting his finger in his ear trying to get rid of the ringing. Rosa couldn't help but snicker.
"Castiel, there's something I need your help with."
"Are you sure that's the last place you saw it?"
Mac was fallowing her friend Rosalya down the hall. Something about Lysander losing his notebook—again—and needing help to find it.
"Positive." She responded, stopping abruptly, causing Mac to bump into her. If Rosalya noticed, she couldn't tell.
"In here." She pointed to the janitor's closet.
Mac looked on in confusion. Huh. That's new. Lysander has lost his notebook numerous times but the janitor's closet was a first.
"Odd." She mumbled, "How did he lose it in here?"
But Rosalya didn't answer. She simply just opened the door... and shoved her inside!
Mac was so dumbfounded, she stood there for a moment trying to think what just happened.
"Not you too."
Mac jumped at the sound of the voice, spinning around in it's direction. Her face settled for a look of confusion when she saw who it belonged to.
"C-Castiel?"
"No, it's the Easter Bunny." He snorted, rolling his eyes. He was sitting agents the shelf full of cleaning supplise.
Mac ignored him, "What are you doing in here?"
"Not by choice that's for sure." He mumbled, letting out an irritated sigh. Great. He must be in a bad mood. Yay.
"Are we locked in here?" His stubborn silence answered her question, "What kind of door locks from the out—" She turned around to reach for the knob, but felt nothing but air. Ooooh.
"Does that answer your question Princess?" The red head snorted, a smirk present on his face.
Oh gawd, she needed to get out of here!
Mac began to bang on the door in a desperate attempt to free herself. All she got was an aching shoulder that would definitely be covered in bruises the next morning.
"Rosalya!" She cried, pounding the door with her fist, "This isn't funny!"
"Just give it a rest." Castiel sighed irritated, fighting an oncoming headache, "The school is practically empty. The Janitor will probably come in here sooner or later."
But Mac didn't want to be stuck with Castiel in the closet. What if the Janitor never came back? What if they had to stay the night? Just that thought alone frightened her. Her sanity was already fragile enough after meeting the red headed devil! It probably wont be able to take much more.
The young teen girl sighed in defeat as she made her way over to sit next to Castiel. It's not like there was much room, their knees were pretty much touching.
"It smells like a dirty mop." The girl stated bluntly without really thinking.
"We're sitting right next to a mop." The smug teen boy replied.
Mac scoffed, "I-I knew that!"
There was a long awkward silence. It was like the two teens wanted to talk, but they didn't know where to start.
Finally, Castiel's groan broke the awkwardness, "Ugh! I'm so bored!"
"We're locked in a closet and that's all you can say?" Mac was trying hard not to smirk, but was failing.
"What is there to talk about?" He tried to sound annoyed, but he obviously wasn't. Perhaps a conversation could fill the broadness.
"I dunno," Mac shrugged, making small circles on the floor with her finger, "What about a 'how was your day?'"
Castiel just snorted, "Well gee, let's see; I got myself locked in a closet with an annoying little girl, so it could be worse."
Now it was Mac's turn to roll her eyes.
"Can you at lest try to be nice?"
"Tch, I said it could be worse. That was a complement."
"I'm buying you a book of complements for Christmas."
"Nice to know you're thinking about me Princess." Castiel sent a wink at Mac, causing her to blush twelve shades of crimson.
"Y-you wish!" She scoffed, turning her head away so he won't see her burning face. But she wasn't quick enough. He caught a glimpse of her blush and couldn't help but smirk at her reaction.
"You're too easy to get flustered." He smirked wider when she didn't respond. He decided to push the envelope just a little further, "It's cute."
Did... Did he just let that slip out of his mouth? How was he supposed to brush that off? Darn it Rosalya! He must have been sleep deprived from his interrupted nap!
He sighed to himself, fighting his own cheeks heat up as he ran his fingers through his hair.
Another god awful awkward silence fell in the tiny closet. This one felt even more unbearable! And Mac didn't look at him once.
Why was he such an idiot around her? He'd never slip up around anyone else before.
His thoughts were sharply interrupted but the sound of a shriek. He jumped at the sound, but was tackled by the very girl of his thoughts.
"Wh-what are you doing!" He snapped, sounding a bit harsher then he had intended. He couldn't help it, he was feeling even more flustered then before.
"There's something moving in the corner!"
"It's probably just a bug or something." He stated blankly, trying to hide his burning cheeks at her close proximity. Her fingers were gripping his shirt and she was practically in his lap.
But then again, he should probably just enjoy the moment. It's not like he'd ever get this opportunity to be this close to her ever again.
"I... I think it was a rat." Mac whispered, gulping and shivering at the thought.
Now it was Castiel's turn to have a mini freak out. But for the sake of Mac's sanity—and what was left of his own sanity—he tried to put on a brave face.
"You're imagining things." He said confidently. Well, as confident as he could sound at lest. Mac's nails were starting to hut as she dug them deeper into his chest. He was sure she hadn't noticed. Of course not, she always made sure to keep her distance.
On the bright side, this could be used for perfect teasing ammo in the future.
"No!" Mac whisper/shouted, "I'm sure it was a rat!"
Castiel sighed in defeat. "Look. There is no rat. Stop scaring yours—"
Before he could even finish his sentence, a small mouse appeared from a small hole in the wall. It payed the humans no attention, not moving until a loud scream erupted from the lips of the black haired one. The cry startled it, sending it running back into it's hole.
"See! I told you!" Mac had jumped to her feet and straightened up agents the wall on the other side of the small room.
Darn. He was starting to miss the feeling of her in his lap.
"Mac calm down, you freaking out isn't going to make this easier!" He blurted annoyed.
She was a bit taken aback by the unfamiliar sound of her name coming from Castiel's lips. He almost never called her "Mac." Ironing bored, little girl, and—his personal favorite—Princess was what he usually called her.
Mac just nodded dumbly, flinching a bit by the faint noise of the small animal wondering around in the wall.
Castiel didn't hesitate to stand to his feet to stand next to the panicking girl. It definitely wasn't because he missed her presents. Nope. Not at all.
He grumbled incoherent words and rummaged through his pockets for his iPod. He was startled how ever when Mac abruptly garbed—clinged to was more like it—his arm, causing him to drop his music device.
"It's back!"
The small rodent simply sniffed around before heading off in the direction of the door, escaping through the small crack at the bottom.
The young teen girl was still tense for a few moments, before finally relaxing a bit. It only took her a minuet before she realized who's arm she was holding onto.
A new word must be invented for what ever shade of red her face turned at that moment. She was befuddled!
"Uh-uh-uh..." Mac tried and failed to find something to say.
"What?" Castiel's smirk found it's familiar place on his lips, "Do you still want me to hold you?" That smirk became a full fledged grin when he saw her reaction. Their was no way he was ever letting her live this down!
Satisfied with her reaction, he reached over to pick up his iPod. Turning around to face his companion with another oh-so-clever remark ready, it was lost on his lips when he noticed how close he was. Face to face. Toe to toe. Close.
It wasn't like the closet had much elbow room to begin with. He was able to count every freckle on her face.
Mac was just as flustered in the situation. She stared wide eyed into dark gray eyes. Neither teen was sure of what to do. Their hearts were pounding, both sure that the other was able to hear it.
Castiel's eyes scanned Mac's face, his eyes subconsciously sneaking a peek of her lips, before looking at her bright brown eyes again.
Mac gulped, palms sweating, feeling slightly light headed.
Before she knew it, Castiel placed both hands on the wall on either side of her head.
He was getting closer. Too close. But She didn't try to stop him.
Their lips were now mere inches away from each other. Mac's ears were red hot at the thought. Just a bit closer and—
"Are you two still alive!?"
The door slammed open as a familiar boy with sliver hair and black tips came rushing in, eyes full of concern. It was quickly washed away, however, with a wave of realization and then embarrassment.
The normally calm and collected teen was flustered, face scorching hot, trying to find his words.
Mac and Castiel were in a pretty similar state. They quickly jumped away from each other, as though the other had the plague.
"L-L-Lysander!" Mac tried to speak, face just as red as Castiel's hair, "It's not... I mean uh... H-how did you find us?" She finally settled on changing the subject.
"Rosalya." He said simply. Mac just nodded in understanding.
Castiel cleared his throat, tugging at his collar as he looked to the floor, bangs hiding his face from view.
"I—" He cleared his throat again, "I should get going." He garbed his bag and quickly high tailed it out of there.
"M-me too!" Mac squeaked out, not wanting to be left alone with Lysander who would probably ask questions. She practically ran out of there.
Lysander on the other hand, was just left standing there, trying to figure out what just happened. He couldn't help the smile that slowly found it's way on his lips.
As much as his friends didn't want to admit it, their was something their. He knew it. It was just a matter of time before they figured it out for themselves.
