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She sprinted after him, waving her arms above her head much like he was.
"AAAAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
The two of them screamed at the top of their lungs. As they ran in and out of the aisles between the bookshelves, their yelling bounced off the walls. She looked up at them in between her laughing, and imagined the people in the paintings watching the two of them in disapproval. Yeah they were acting like kids, but that's what they were, right?
They almost smacked into each other. But their shoes skidded to a stop and they stood, grinning. Jett rested his hands on his knees, gasping for air. "I've always wanted to do that here."
"You're a nut you know that?"
"I'M not the one who did a cartwheel!"
She raised her chin. "Hey don't knock it til you've tried it." She started walking off. "Just `cause I have skills doesn't mean..."
She was a couple yards away when she heard him running up from behind. He executed a perfect cartwheel and ended in front of her, raising his arms triumphantly.
"I am the ultimate cartwheeling nut champion!"
"Ugh, you are such a showoff!"
She wasn't a bit surprised though. It was Jett. She put on a mock angry face and took off like she was going to ram into him. Just as she was about to reach him, he sidestepped and dodged her.
They started to play a two-person game of tag. It was weird how they could go on like that, as if they were 5 years old again. Let loose in a playground after being kept in for hours. They could've been anywhere and they would still act silly, carefree. Along with JB, it's just how they clicked.
Man I'm tired. Kayla slowed down after several minutes. She tried to catch her breath. Where was Jett?
She walked in the shadows of the building. It was actually kind of scary in there with no one around. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end suddenly.
"Now what do you wanna do?"
She jumped. "Jett!" He had crept up to her.
"What?"
She wouldn't give him the benefit of knowing he had scared her. Instead, something struck in her. "There's one thing I've always wondered about..."
He followed her, curious. "And what's that?"
They reached a hallway near the back of the library. Here it was completely dark and the sound of the storm outside was muffled.
He laughed when she reached a door and laid her hand on it suggestively.
"The boys' bathroom, Kay?"
"I've never been in one."
"Here, I'll give you the grand tour." He waved her aside and swung the door open for her.
The scent of cleaning products filled her nose as she stepped in. "Thank goodness it smells fine."
"Of course it does! What did you think of us?"
"I don't know... a used t.p. collection on the ceiling?"
"Kay! That's just foul!" He laughed as they walked to the middle of the spacious bathroom. "Yup, this is it. Not much to see really. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to do some business." He slipped into one of the stalls and remembered to close it behind him.
She heard the tinkle through the door. Good, he didn't use the urinal. She was afraid that she'd gag if he did.
She stepped up to another stall and inspected the inside of the door. "Hey, there aren't any messages like `For some fun, call Minnie so-and-so at...'"
His chuckle floated from the other side. "Nah...unless, you know, you want some free advertising Kay..."
"Shut up! I could do a lovely portrait of you here and now, Jackson."
"Great. Just copy the one that's in the girls' bathroom. I think it got my likeness juuuuuuust right."
Kayla rolled her eyes at her reflection in the mirror. Despite there being no light, she could see herself staring back. "Don't flatter yourself."
She was fixing the part in her hair when behind her, Jett opened the stall and stepped out. He was looking down and zipping his fly up.
Oh dear...
She glanced away before he could notice her. A warm redness crept up her neck and she thanked mother nature right then.
She cleared her throat as he went to the faucet. "All right, your turn. Destination: ladies' room."
He looked at her through the mirror and smiled smugly. "No need. I've hit the spot a couple times."
She watched him skeptically and wondered if he was really speaking the truth. Jett, though, he simply dried his hands on his pants and sauntered confidently out of the door, holding it open for her.
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She sprinted after him, waving her arms above her head much like he was.
"AAAAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
The two of them screamed at the top of their lungs. As they ran in and out of the aisles between the bookshelves, their yelling bounced off the walls. She looked up at them in between her laughing, and imagined the people in the paintings watching the two of them in disapproval. Yeah they were acting like kids, but that's what they were, right?
They almost smacked into each other. But their shoes skidded to a stop and they stood, grinning. Jett rested his hands on his knees, gasping for air. "I've always wanted to do that here."
"You're a nut you know that?"
"I'M not the one who did a cartwheel!"
She raised her chin. "Hey don't knock it til you've tried it." She started walking off. "Just `cause I have skills doesn't mean..."
She was a couple yards away when she heard him running up from behind. He executed a perfect cartwheel and ended in front of her, raising his arms triumphantly.
"I am the ultimate cartwheeling nut champion!"
"Ugh, you are such a showoff!"
She wasn't a bit surprised though. It was Jett. She put on a mock angry face and took off like she was going to ram into him. Just as she was about to reach him, he sidestepped and dodged her.
They started to play a two-person game of tag. It was weird how they could go on like that, as if they were 5 years old again. Let loose in a playground after being kept in for hours. They could've been anywhere and they would still act silly, carefree. Along with JB, it's just how they clicked.
Man I'm tired. Kayla slowed down after several minutes. She tried to catch her breath. Where was Jett?
She walked in the shadows of the building. It was actually kind of scary in there with no one around. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end suddenly.
"Now what do you wanna do?"
She jumped. "Jett!" He had crept up to her.
"What?"
She wouldn't give him the benefit of knowing he had scared her. Instead, something struck in her. "There's one thing I've always wondered about..."
He followed her, curious. "And what's that?"
They reached a hallway near the back of the library. Here it was completely dark and the sound of the storm outside was muffled.
He laughed when she reached a door and laid her hand on it suggestively.
"The boys' bathroom, Kay?"
"I've never been in one."
"Here, I'll give you the grand tour." He waved her aside and swung the door open for her.
The scent of cleaning products filled her nose as she stepped in. "Thank goodness it smells fine."
"Of course it does! What did you think of us?"
"I don't know... a used t.p. collection on the ceiling?"
"Kay! That's just foul!" He laughed as they walked to the middle of the spacious bathroom. "Yup, this is it. Not much to see really. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to do some business." He slipped into one of the stalls and remembered to close it behind him.
She heard the tinkle through the door. Good, he didn't use the urinal. She was afraid that she'd gag if he did.
She stepped up to another stall and inspected the inside of the door. "Hey, there aren't any messages like `For some fun, call Minnie so-and-so at...'"
His chuckle floated from the other side. "Nah...unless, you know, you want some free advertising Kay..."
"Shut up! I could do a lovely portrait of you here and now, Jackson."
"Great. Just copy the one that's in the girls' bathroom. I think it got my likeness juuuuuuust right."
Kayla rolled her eyes at her reflection in the mirror. Despite there being no light, she could see herself staring back. "Don't flatter yourself."
She was fixing the part in her hair when behind her, Jett opened the stall and stepped out. He was looking down and zipping his fly up.
Oh dear...
She glanced away before he could notice her. A warm redness crept up her neck and she thanked mother nature right then.
She cleared her throat as he went to the faucet. "All right, your turn. Destination: ladies' room."
He looked at her through the mirror and smiled smugly. "No need. I've hit the spot a couple times."
She watched him skeptically and wondered if he was really speaking the truth. Jett, though, he simply dried his hands on his pants and sauntered confidently out of the door, holding it open for her.
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