It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over the boarding school. In his bed, Alvin shivered. For a autumn night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.
Alvin rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his basketball shorts, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.
The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past the head masters bedroom, past the dining hall, past the restroom, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Alvin's right made him gasp in shock. A body!
'BRITTANY!' Alvin shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's arm.
Alvin woke in a cold sweat. His breathing was heavy and his hair was stuck to his hair was matted to head. There was cuts and scrapes on his legs and arms some slightly bleeding. He glanced over to his nightstand to see that their was indeed a pitcher of water with a glass half full. He bounded from his bed and onto the terrace to see nothing but maple trees their leaves turning colors a leaf stricken gravel pathway below. " what seems to be the problem?" a scratched voice that seemed to almost just manifest itself abruptly shook Alvin out of his state of shock. Head master Brunetly a stout man wearing a tweed suite stood before Alvin. "Why are you trolloping around like a male hussy?" The area seemed to shake with the sound of his voice the mans snow white mustache already doing the same. "Uh no reason sir I was just about to get dressed" Alvin replied apparantly still jittery. He skittered away his brow scrunched in fustration. He grabbed a towel from the towel rack in the bathroom and took a shower then reaturned to his dorm room. His hair flattened by the water he proceeded to combing and restoring the sandy brown locks to its former glory. His yawns though could be heard over the noisy beast. The bags undereyes were almost unavoidable. He hadn't slept in weeks since he went to the Miller house. Theodore had basically cursed him out. Theodore had changed alot since he left Eleanor it wasn't doing him any good.
Brittany extended her hand up to touch Brad Finch's face. She stroked the beard stubble underneath his chin. She leaned over and gently kissed him on the lips. He woke up with a minor jolt. Brittany laughed and pressed her body up against his. Brad smiled and grabbed the back of her thigh and pulled her in closer. They started to kiss, at first slowly and prudently then faster and more intensely. Brad pulled off Brittany's shirt and carelessly tossed it on the floor. Both start breathing heavily and kissing more inaccurately. Brad pushed Brittany over and got on top. In a hot breath she whispered"...alvin"
Brad practically fell off the couch in state of shock. "Did you just say Alvin?" Brittany covered her mouth wishing she could fast forward time and get out this mess. "Brad I'm so so sorry..." Brad burst into a fit of laughter and nudged his girlfriend shoulder and started to reassure her. "I know you were just playing babe you do that all the time..duh!". Brittany was realived. She had played wit brad before by yelling out other guys names but never Alvin's. She was glad that Brad a had created a cover story for her.