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Authors' Notes: Sorry this one took so long. I was kind of... boycotting it, if you you will. Here you are, Chapter Four. This is the title chapter, I guess... Yeah.


Olive Juice

Chapter Four: Olive Juice

---:Random:---

Oh my god. Oh my GOD. OH MY GOD! She just kissed me. Why did she kiss me? I know I look good, but she hates me. She walked away from me. I don't know where she is because I haven't turned around yet from shock. That was...amazing. I can't believe that just happened. Another point for the MACHINE! I knew I'd get her eventually. I just didn't think that SHE would kiss ME. Oh well, girls that take initiative turn me on. I'm not going to let this one get away, but I'm not going to pursue it right now. I want to torment with my sexiness. My lean torso pressed against hers is exactly what she wants, and she isn't going to get it...yet. I will draw this out as long as humanly (or hormonally) possible. I finally turn around and see her staring at herself in the mirror. Oh look, the no longer Prude Wench is splashing herself with water, well her face, but close enough.

I can't find words that seem right in this situation. Leave it up to her to talk, yes that's excellent. I'll do that. I lean against the wall next her sink and stare at her, smiling in kind of a smirky way. I may not say anything at all. If she just looks at me, I'll walk away. Yes, leaving, AGAIN! I'm getting good at that. Lamm has finally looked up, but as soon as she did so, she looked at the ground. I'm assuming she doesn't know what to do in this situation. I'll be leaving in the near future. Very near.

---:Jyllian:---

Jyllian, you are the most idiotic girl on this planet. Why would you go and do something like that? Why? Because you're an idiot. Look, he's just WAITING for you to look up at him. I looked up, but then I looked back down. I can't even look at him anymore. Gah, this is definitely going to ruin the whole "working together" situation the Heads are supposed to have going for them. Since when did Professor Dumbledore find joy in making students miserable? Surely that was his intent when he placed Random and I in a close-working situation. He just KNEW that we'd bite each other's heads off. Apparently, that's not the case. Way to go, you moron! What did you get yourself into? I took another deep breath. Just go away, Random… just walk away. I looked up at him again and waited. Something's gotta happen sometime.

---:Random:---

Obviously she wants me to go away. That was, of course, my original intent, but not anymore. I smirk, knowing that my being here is bothering her beyond all reason. "I imagined our first kiss to be a little more romantic than that, Jyllian, but I guess it had to happen sometime." She blushing. Hard core. Gryffindor red, is what we are talking about here. She is RED. I guess I must have said something. Maybe mentioning recent events of kissing me are a little hard for her...She was the one that did the kissing. She broke away so fast I couldn't react. Damn woman. She is so problematic. Still staring at the ground. I know I look better than the ground, why can't she look at me instead? I will change that...hehehe... I place my hand under her chin and force he face up, and her eyes. I step closer to her. She tenses up again. Why does she always do that?

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything. I just don't think the ground is quite as nice to look at as me, that's all. Personally, I wasn't aware that I had to compete with the ground to be looked at by girls," I smirk, waiting for her reaction.

---:Jyllian:---

Again, I was speechless. What are you supposed to say to something like that? I can imagine it now: "Oh yes, Random, I'd love to look at your wonderful face." – HA! Like those words would ever leave my mouth. But, really, what should I say? There's nothing TO say… there's no words to describe what I'm feeling right now. … Maybe if I just keep quiet, he'll say something. Please say something, Random…

---:Random:---

I stare at her in boredom. Yes, boredom. As nice to look at as she is, she is boring me. I sigh. This may be a time for my exit. I take my hand out from under her chin and turned. I started walking away, leaving Jyllian Lamm behind me, again. I can't count how many times I've done this to her in the last two days. Many times. I do have to stay in control. Not that I wouldn't anyways. I am the one with the p- No. Once again. I think of very bad things when I'm all on my own. I think of bad things when I'm with other people too, but this is especially bad. I have no one will keep me distracted and there for I am reduced to conceited and perverted thoughts. I have fun with myself though. Wait...that sounds bad... I don't, like, touch myself or anything. I just have fun, IN MY HEAD. Maybe I'll include her in my leaving.

Without turning I call back, "Are you coming, or are you going to continue ogling at the ground?"

---:Jyllian:---

That little son of a- wait, he wants me to come with him? Why? Why would he want me to come with him? That's really stupid of him. What time is it? I glanced at the clock on the wall. A little after seven. Why is there a clock in the bathroom? Oh well. He's still standing there. He's serious. He actually invited me to go with him. It would be a pleasant change from being left in the dust all the time. He shrugged and started walking. I guess he gave up on waiting for me… this isn't good!

"Hey! Halid! Wait up!" I yelled chasing after him. This is not a good image to present. Me chasing after a guy. I bet he's just loving this. I can't complain if he makes some snide remark about it. I walked right into this one. I hate it when I do that. Maybe I should have had Court and Arielle stay. I mean… this probably wouldn't have happened if they were here. Eventually, the Mutant, and when I say mutant I mean Random, would have left and we would have gotten to finish our little girl chat. But no, I had to make them leave. What is wrong with me? I need to curl up and die before I do something else that will cause emotional harm.

---:Random:---

Ha HA! She is chasing after me. I guess that is due, in part, to me inviting her and then walking away...Still, she is chasing after me. Halid, she insists on using my last name at the most random times. Damn word. That's the only problem with have a name that can also be descriptive word. Let's analyze this for a minutes. Random Halid. Random, good strong name (when it's not being used as description of spontaneity). Halid. I don't know were that name came from, but I've always been fond of it. I, interestingly enough, don't have a middle name. Oh well, back to the REAL story. Lamm has, by this time, caught up to me. We are out of the bathroom and walking down the halls. I'm not really sure where...Oh great. My stomach just rumbled. I'm getting strange looks from the peanut gallery...aka Lamm. I laugh it off and look down at my stomach.

"I guess I'm hungry..." I smiled again, at Lamm this time. It was genuine smile. "What time is it? I need to feed myself. I'm a growing boy. I need food." I didn't actually have to ask what time it was, since I had a watch of my own, but I was feeling too lazy to look at it.

---:Jyllian:---

"It's after seven," I told him. "Dinner's over." Oh great, I spent my dinner talking with the Mutant. How completely great. But, oh, being Head Girl has it's advantages. "Follow me," I told him. He just stood there looking at me weirdly. I grabbed his hand and tugged on it in the direction I was going. "Come on!"

Maybe holding his hand wasn't a very good idea. How would I know though? I've never been in this situation before. I'd never would have imagined I'd be in the this situation with Random. I also never would have imagined that my first kiss would have been MY doing with some guy that I obviously can't stand. Note to self: NEVER let it leak that that was my first kiss. He'd never let me forget it. Wow, this guy was heavy. He was hardly moving his feet and dragging him was not easy. We finally reached the portrait of the fruit. He looked at me questionably. "Well, here we are," I stated. We stood there for a little while his mind got into gear. I looked down and realized that we were still holding hands. I let go immediately and occupied myself by tickling the pear. The portrait opened and revealed one of my favorite sights in the world. House elves preparing food.

---:Random:---

Oh damn, she let go. I was hoping that my big, strong hand would still have hers in it. Her loss. Oh god, we must be in the kitchens. FOOD! I let her go in first, but need food. A house-elf came up to us and asked if we wanted anything to eat. DOES HE EVEN HAVE TO ASK! I think not. I nod vigorously and he scurries away to make us something. Jyllian has started a conversation with a house-elf. I guess I can't talk to her...Maybe I'll find a house-elf for myself. The little house-elf that offered us food told us to sit down and eat. I did so immediately, not bothering to wait for Lamm. I love pasta. House-elves really are a gift from God. I have them at my house, but I'm not allowed to talk to them. I would if I could, they are perfectly splendid creatures…from what I gather. I eat until I am full then slouch in my chair. I will have to thank Lamm. I close my eyes and lean my head against the back of the chair.

"Hey, Lamm? Thanks, for bringing me to the kitchens," I open my eyes again, and smile at her.

---:Jyllian:---

I hate him. He's too polite. Guys are supposed to be pigs. Grrr. "You're welcome, I'm surprised you didn't know where it was anyway." Since, apparently, he knows everything. I move my foot under the table that he and I are seated across from each other at. It hit something hard. I assumed it was the table leg so I rested it there, not bothering to move it. I continued to eat, not noticing the look on his face.

Suddenly, the table leg moved. Are they supposed to do that? I looked under the table to find that my foot had not been resting on a table leg at all, but another foot. Random's foot to be exact. This is retarded. Why does stuff like this always happen to me? It's just because I'm inexperienced. Well, it's just a foot, what can he possibly see in a foot. Court, Arielle, and I stand on each others' feet all the time. We don't think anything of it. It is a little weird that we stand on each others' feet, but hey, what can I do? I tuck my foot under my chair and continue eating once again. I really don't want to see what is on his face. It's probably some smug look that I'm not going to like at all.

---:Random:---

Okay, I once think she realized that the thing she had basically been playing footsie with was my leg she got scared and stopped. I can't say that I minded terribly. She is putting a lot of moves on me of late. Maybe I should tell her that she doesn't have to... I'd be perfectly willing to let her do anything she wanted to me. Okay. That sounded weird, too. It kind of is, but not really. I stretch my own, longer legs, under the table and find hers. She is wearing a skirt so I run my foot up her shin, keeping my face relaxed and un-smirky. I close my eyes and rest my hands on my stomach. I have a nice stomach, really flat and well toned.

I crack my eyes to see her reaction. Oh yes. I am in control. She is uncomfortable, but she isn't doing anything about it. Lamm so likes this. I wrap my foot around her leg so it's brushing her calf. I smile at her in a pleasant way.

"Do you think we should head back to the Head's Quarters?" I ask.

---:Jyllian:---

Okay, he wants to go back to the Head's Quarters. This could mean two things. One of them is very, very bad and one of them is good. 1) He could be tired or full or something. He could want to just get some rest. 2) He could want to… Ugh. I shivered at the thought. Yeah, totally not thinking about option two at all.

Okay, so now I know what he supposedly wants to do, what do I say? 'Oh yes, Random, take me back to the quarters!'? I don't think so! How about, 'Um… okay.'?

I think I'm safest with the latter. "Um… okay," I said, trying to sound as smart as I possibly could. I don't think acting dense is such a good idea around this guy. He's like the only guy I know that actually reads. He actually reads more than I do. It's kinda scary. Oh, it looks like he's getting up. Ta ta, house elves!

---:Random:---

I wave good-bye to the house-elves, thanking them for the wonderful pasta. I really enjoyed that pasta. I don't know what they put on it to make it taste that way, but it was good. Yummy pasta. Okay, Lamm and I were heading towards the Head's Rooms and all I can think about is pasta? Does that really make sense? Well, yes, I suppose it does actually… I could be thinking about the leg interaction that had occurred under the table in the kitchens. Maybe I should do something to make her uncomfortable. Holding hands was nice; I think I'll try that again. Never before have I ventured into the world of holding hands or hugging or snuggling, just shagging. Or snogging, but still. I don't think that makes me a bad person, does it? Just horny. Which we've already established I am.

Glancing down, I reach my hand towards and grasp it. I interlock our fingers and keep walking like nothing is different about our situation. She was obviously not expecting this. Again, I have the upper hand. I always do, why should this be any different? It shouldn't, and it isn't. No pulling away of the hand has occurred, so I'm assuming that she is enjoying this. I know I am.

---:Jyllian:---

He's holding my hand. Why does he do stuff like that? Oh, I know why. He's attracted to my devilishly good looks. Oh my god, I'm sounding like him. Urgh! But he IS attracted to me, I just know it. This hand-holding thing is kinda weird. I never really understood it. I mean, you just put your hand in someone else's hand. I did this with my mum and dad when I was a young witch and was crossing the street. It's not a very intimate gesture then, what makes it change? It's not like I need help crossing the corridor. Oh well, no point in arguing. This guy doesn't do anything he doesn't want to. And he doesn't let people argue with him. He always wins. It's stupid. Oh, look! Sir Widdleworth III. How I love to see you!

---:Random:---

She doesn't seem thrilled by this gesture. I guess it isn't really intimate or at all showing of liking. Oh well, we walk into the Common Room and I'm still holding her hand. I check the clock on the mantle, and it's about 7:30. I walk over to the couch, pulling her behind me. When I sit down she gets pulled, rather ungracefully, down next to me. Haha, she's glaring at me. That's comical. Some people just shouldn't glare. It's funny to see her doing so. Maybe she doesn't realize that, even though she glares all the time, she shouldn't. It just looks like she is trying to go to the bathroom and is failing. Constipation. Haha, I just said constipation. Sorry, I'm still a boy, and there for the word constipation is humorous. I let go of her hand and she just kind of stares at it for a second.

I lean closer, "Are you attracted to me, Lamm?" I am curious because it very much seems like she is. Who would I be to deny a girl what she wants, especially if that thing she wants is me. She looks shocked. Oh look, she's gulping. I think I may have found out something I wasn't supposed to. I narrow my eyes slightly, to look "sexier".

---:Jyllian:---

Am I attracted to him? That's a stupid question! The obvious answer is… um… oh crap! He's stumped me. This is completely lame. Maybe it was a good question after all. Uh… what do I say? Gah! I seem to be in the situation a lot lately. First the childish hand holding, the pulling me down without injury, thank God, and now the stupid question. Maybe he does have a small mind. But whatever… I'm really making no sense now. I need to answer his question. He's just staring at me. It's very uncomforting. It needs to stop. STOP STARING AT ME! Um… ahh, yes, the ultimate answer!

"Maybe."

---:Random:---

Maybe. I got a maybe. There is no maybe. Anytime someone says maybe they really mean yes. She digs me. I knew it. Maybe I can finally get somewhere with her now. Mostly likely she won't let me, even though she is attracted to me. I move my face closer, effectively causing her to move her head back a little. Again, I leaned my head forward and she moved back. I kept doing this until she was backed into the arm of the sofa, wondering where else to go. She had nowhere else to go. Unless I let her get away, which wasn't going to happen. If you haven't guessed I had my hands on either side her and she was at my mercy. I moved closer. My breath was tickling her ear.

"I'll take that as a yes," I whispered, my voice lightening. As I pulled back I brushed my lips against her ear, causing her to shiver. I leaned against my own arm of the couch. "Now that we've go that out of the way, my mom told me to invite someone to my sisters wedding. She told me I should invite my fellow Head, to build a working relationship. Since I know that you are attracted to me and I know that I can stand you, would you like to go with me?" I smirked, knowing what the answer would be.

---:Jyllian:---

"Um… okay?" Wait, what did I just agree to? I totally wasn't listening? Oh well, it couldn't have been that important. Probably just something like, "I'll meet you in the common room at ten for patrols," or something. But then again, he probably would have left by now if that's what he said… yeah, crap. What did he say? It's not like I can ask him. Then he'd know I wasn't paying attention to what he said. But then again, who could? He was like two centimeters away from me! Yeah, not exactly a comfortable situation if you know what I mean. If I mentioned that I wasn't listening, he'd take it as, 'Ooh, she was staring at my wonderful face. My gift from God to all womanhood.' Uh–huh. Because I want to go through that again. We all know I've had enough. But still, I wish I knew what I agreed to. Oh no, what if I agreed to follow him into his bedroom and… ugh… yeah, I wouldn't do that. Even subconsciously. Yes, he's that big of a pompous ass.

"Hey – Random, what about you? Are YOU attracted to ME?" I asked. I don't know why, though. It's apparent that he's just DYING for me to fall all over him.

---:Random:---

She agreed. She is so dazed right now that I doubt she even knows what she agreed to. I mean I had been RIGHT THERE, like, five seconds ago. If I had gotten that close to myself and I were female, I would have an orgasm on the spot. I'm sure all females do, on the inside. Which I guess is where those things happ-stop. Stop now. That was bad. I can't believe I was just talking about or-. I'm not going to say that word. No. Bad word. It's a swear word. Not that swear words really seem to be any different from regular words for me. I don't use the "f" word though. It is very crude… Yes some would say that I, in general, am very crude so it shouldn't matter, but it does. It's one of those things that I just don't do, like raping people.

Now she wants me to tell her if I am attracted to her. Do I? I don't think so. "Well I think you are attractive, but I can't say that I'm attracted to you. What would you do if I was attracted to you?"

---:Jyllian:---

I hate him. There really is no point in his questions. He's just avoiding them. Well, I suppose he did answer. He is SO lying. That or he's a horny bastard. Which is also a reasonable explanation. Personally, I'd like to go with the first one. Well, the only thing I can do about it is MAKE him attracted to me. Well, at least make him admit it because I totally knows it's true.

"So… you're NOT attracted to me? I find that very hard to believe." He was still quite close to me, so I draped my leg over his and put my arm around his shoulder. "If you're not attracted to me, what was with the leg/foot contact back in the kitchens?" I asked putting on my pouty face again. I love being slutty! I should definitely do this more often.

---:Random:---

Great. She wants me to admit something that isn't true. This is the problem with females. They admit they like you and expect the feeling to be returned immediately. Now she is trying to slut if out of me. Not gonna work, sorry Jyll. She is so strange I don't understand women. She is flirty when she wants something, and only then. I can't say that I mind terribly when is like this, but you know, it's not how she really. The way she really is, is just fine.

"What was with the foot/leg action? I was just being a hormonal guy. I don't like footsie. It's irritating. Especially when some skank starts trying to get you to play, too and then she doesn't get the hint that you don't want to," I sighed and looked at her directly, "or when something is footsie-ing away and they don't realize it." She is blushing now. I push her leg and arms away, standing up.

Brushing off my clothes I tell her, crossly, "Stop acting like a skank, you aren't like that. I would probably like you if you didn't keep doing things like that. Changing your personality to get what you want, it doesn't fly with me. I'll meet you out her a little before ten to patrol." I leave the Common Room in search of Kemp and Zeke. I need to talk to them. I'm…confused…

---:Jyllian:---

Okay, you know that whole 'do this more often' thing? Well, let's not. Okay! Haha. Good plan, Jyll. Best one you've had since you've arrived here at Hogwarts in fact. I think I'll just leave him alone. Not bother him. Let him blow off some steam. Well, at least until ten tonight. But after that – complete ignoring-ness will be going on. Yes, that's right. I'm making this my vow now. I will not talk to Random Halid unless it has to do strictly with Head's business. That is my final word.

---:Random:---

Patrolling that night was quiet, to say the least. Neither one of us really said much to the other for anything other than one exception. Head's business. I can't really say that I minded all that much. She was acting in a way that I didn't like, so it made sense that we reached an agreement not to talk to each other, without actually saying anything. If we both went to do something, like shower, I would just walk out of the bathroom, letting her go first. Don't get me wrong here. Not talking to people that I would like to shag isn't something I do terribly well. I was dealing just fine though. Don't think for a minute that not talking to her really affected me, because it didn't. The girls of Hogwarts were a great comfort to me. I seem to be that way with women. They just can't resist me.

The only problem with this not talking thing was my sister's wedding. True, I could invite someone else, but I think Lamm is the kind of person my mum and pops would want me to bring to a wedding. Not one of the sluts I'd been spending my time with since arriving at Hogwarts. Agreeably they were fun, but not suitable for weddings. Since all we would end up doing together would be snogging while my sister and Jeb, her fiancé, were cutting the cake.

---:Jyllian:---

My plan has been going well ever since that night. I've hardly talked to him at all. Except at his sister's wedding, which was fun anyway. I got to meet her fiancé who was utterly delicious. Just kidding! Besides, he's married now… I've been spending a lot of time with Arielle and Court without much thought of Random Halid. We, meaning Arielle and I, have been working hard in our studies, while Court has been her usual self; chasing boys and whatnot. Seriously, she is SUCH a flirt. But anyway, life's been great! Just ab fab… Super de duper. No more weird guys have been following me around, and all is normal again. This is why I came back to Hogwarts; to have a life like that. I love it.

---:Random:---

My mother is a very conniving woman. She somehow found out that, despite our friendly behavior at my darling sister's wedding, Lamm and I aren't exactly on good terms. This does not please the woman who gave birth to me, and I now am being forced to fix this if I ever want to return home again. I have not, however, been told this last part directly, but I'm pretty sure my mum would have no regrets about enforcing it, were she to hear of the idea. It is now my job to patch the rift. My parents were enchanted my dear Jyllian. I'm sure they are forcing me to make things better because they think that we were in love or something and then I messed it up. Always assuming, and normally doing so the wrong way. The wrong way meaning they always assume that I've done something wrong. I do things wrong, but I didn't screw this one up, in both senses of the word "screw"!

I walk into the Head's Common Room and I don't see Lamm. I hope she is in her room. I just want to get this stupid thing over with. It isn't my fault that she went skanky and turned me off. I knock on her door and wait for it to be answered, that is, if she is actually in there.

---:Jyllian:---

I was writing my History of Magic essay in my room, I spend a lot of time in there lately, when I heard a knock on the door. One guess as to who it was. What could he POSSIBLY want? We were perfectly happy not speaking.

"Yes?" I called from the desk on the other side of the room. I was wearing my PJs. After all, it was Saturday, and there was nothing to do. Head duties had been stressful, so I decided to take a day of rest and relaxation, while working on my essay, of course. I couldn't fall behind. Random opened the door – aha, my prediction was correct. Who else would it be? – and looked around. I'm sure he saw me at the desk, but you could tell he was avoiding the whole speaking process.

---:Random:---

Well, buck up, man, just do it. It's not that hard. Damn. I don't just apologize for things. I really don't say "I'm sorry, I'm an asshole" all that often. Firstly, I don't tend to apologize and secondly, I don't usually call myself an asshole. I have done so on several occasions, but I really had been one on certain occasions. I didn't do anything wrong in this case, or at least according to me. Damn you mother, for sending me on a guilt trip. I can't just say "no" to my mother. She went through pain to put me on this earth and I have problems refusing things that she wants. That makes me sensitive, yes? I thought so. I mean, I'm perfect, there has to be sensitivity in there somewhere, right? I walk over to her desk, to see what she is doing: An essay, by the looks of it. Geez, it's awkward in here. I tend to be immune to awkwardness. It's one of my many talents.

"Listen, La- I mean…Jyllian. I'm…sorry if I…offended you in anyway. I just thought that maybe…we should…work things out so it isn't so…awkward. I feel badly that I acted the way that I did. I kind of sent you mixed messages and I shouldn't have done that. Thanks for going to my sister's wedding with me. My family liked you, if that makes you feel any better. Okay, I'll leave you alone now," I said this last bit quietly. I turned and shut the door behind me.

That was uncomfortable. She didn't even bother looking at me through all of that. When I opened the door she looked, but after that she showed no signs that she was actually still alive. She just sat there. I was pouring my heart out, by force of course, but still, I was ignored. I dislike that very much. I'm not supposed to be ignored. Take a look at me, this face doesn't get ignored!

---:Jyllian:---

That certainly was strange. Maybe I should have said something? Personally, I don't give a horse's ass whether he's happy or not. I really don't care if we ever talk again. Those are my true feelings. I don't care if Head Meetings are extremely awkward; I really don't. I really don't – okay, yes I do. These last few weeks have been utterly horrible. I mean, first I meet this guy that I hate. Within two days, he's like, charmed my heart to do fluttery circles whenever he touched me. He messes with me, and then yells at me. We don't talk and… it's horrible. I got up from my essay and started to open the door. I find him sitting on one of the couches.

"So, do you REALLY want to patch this thing up? Or are you just saying that?" I asked him, leaning against the doorway. I'm not a slut anymore. I promise. – that's what I want to tell him. But, obviously, I can't. Haha. That would be amusing. But NO! I will not say that. I haven't even touched a guy since we stopped talking. Except for maybe shaking Professor Dumbledore's hand. But that doesn't count. He looked up at me. I caught the sight of his eyes. His beautiful eyes. Gosh, I missed those eyes. Inside, I was turning to mush for absolutely no reason at all, but outside, I must have looked about fifty years older, with such a stony look on my face.

---:Random:---

I look her straight in the eye. Grey. Very nice. Do I really want to patch things? I guess I do. She is much more fun to seduce than the other girls at Hogwarts. She is the only one that actually ever put up a fight. I enjoy that fight. It makes my life more interesting. I stand and walk over to her. I am still looking straight into her eyes.

"I want to patch things up," I smiled, "It has nothing to do with the fact that my mother and father will disown me if I don't. Although, that will be a benefit of us talking again." I widen my smile, letting her know that I'm joking. "They really did like you, I'll have you know. I can't really say that I know why…Can you help me with that?"

---:Jyllian:---

Hm… his parents liked me. That's a plus! Haha. Probably because I'm NOT a slut like he accused me of being. I'm not, by the way. In case I haven't made that clear.

"I suppose I could try…" I said, not breaking eye contact with him. I'm going to do things right this time. I'm going to be good – be myself. I'll still continue up with my studies, of course. They'll always come first. Smarts before guys, that's what I say! Heh heh… maybe… wait! Yes! Of course they do! Yes. There's no question. Alright… so, I guess we're talking again? This is kind of weird. It's actually exhilarating, in fact. "Yeah, so, um, what do we do now?" I asked, my eyes leaving his and moving to the ground. Wow, he has big feet. Kinda like a duck. Haha – Duck Boy. He's a Duck Boy. That's pretty funny. But NO TIME FOR DUCK JOKES! We just started talking again, maybe I should be nice?

Nah…

---:Random:---

Well we could do THAT, but I don't think suggesting that would be so good. She would probably stop talking to me again. Then my mum would shoot me in a very bad place. She wouldn't think about not having grandchildren. I would go home explain that I got Lamm talking to me again then made a suggestion that she didn't like so she preceded to slap me and ignore me for the rest of the year. Leading, there after, to being ignored by Lamm for the rest of my life. I can't personally say that it really matters all the much to me, but apparently it matters to my mother. Why do women have to be so controlling?

"I guess we should just act normally. Unfortunately for you, Jylli, normal for me is perverted for the rest of the world. That meaning, you, sorry to say, but if we are going to 'patch' this up, you can't be a skank, got it?" I smiled, taking a strand of her hair in my hand, without breaking eye contact.

---:Jyllian:---

I almost started to glare at him, but then I realized that would just bring us back into where we were before. Which was not a good place to be. "I'm not a skank, Random," I managed to say. "Your mom is right to like someone like me! I mean, I am, after all, a wonderful girl!" I said, backing away from him and twirling around in a circle to display my beauticiousness. Even if we haven't been talking, his attitude seemed to have rub off on me. Good thing, or bad? I just can't tell. Haha. Oh well, I can be conceited, too. Just watch me! But I won't, because that would be mean. "I suppose I'll be able to put it up with your… perverted-ness, if I must. For your mother's sake, of course."

---:Random:---

I smirk, "Yes, my mum's sake. I don't think she's the only one that wants me to like you, though, is she?" I cocked my head to the side as she blushed. I wrapped my hand around her neck and pulled her closer to me. "I'm right, aren't I?" She gulped and I'm guessing it was not only the close proximity. Jylli, darling, seemed paralyzed. I guess I'll have to work on this.

"Have you lost your vocal chords, Jylli, or are you just choosing not respond? Either would be a very likely reason that you aren't saying anything." I know exactly why she isn't talking, but she will not know that I know. I'm guess she has probably figured out that I know, since she is looking so uncomfortable, but currently that is unimportant. I have the control in all situations involving females. Except my mother, but this girl wasn't my mother and she couldn't make me do anything I didn't want to! That's right. Take that! Who are you talking to? I don't know!

---:Jyllian:---

He always does this to me… it's like, a stupid effect. He's really close… really close… VERY close… I don't like this. Not if I'm not going to be slutty. I have to be normal… the normal me wouldn't care if a totally adorable guy was centimeters from me. Very uncomfortable, by the way.

"Er… well, I'd better get back to my essay. Professor Binn has it out for us this year, I swear!" I turned away slowly only breaking eye contact when I had to. I went into my bedroom and leaned up against the door. Ah…

---:Random:---

Well that effectively caused her to leave. I think I'll follow her. I go to her bedroom door and try to open it, but find that I can't. Great, she has either died from being so close to me or she is leaning against the door. Time to take the long route. I go into the bathroom through the outside door and twist the doorknob. Go Random. Way to think! I walk into her bedroom where she is, in fact, leaning against the door. Oh, her eyes are getting larger. If they get any bigger than that and they will threaten to bust out of the sockets, and that's just unnatural. I leave the bathroom door opened walk around her room, examining the pictures of her family and friends. One glance at the bed and I have to stop looking around, if you get the picture here. I think you do.

I turn towards her, my gaze unwavering, "You didn't answer my question, Jyll, I'm not going to leave you alone until you do. Now tell me, to my face, that my mother isn't the only one who wants me to like you." I walk over to the door and pull her up so she is standing. Standing always seemed like a good position. Sitting is awkward for most things except lap-dances… there are only like two options for lying down. Standing is the right position. Aware that she freezes up when I get too closer to her, I make sure that I don't stand too close to Lamm. "Come on, tell me."

---:Jyllian:---

Hm… I must think up a clever response to this one. 'No, you asshole, I love you'? Nah, too forward. How about… 'Why, Random, however could you think such a thought?'? Nah… too… stupid. Aha! I've got just the thing! Let's see if Mr. Know It All can figure this one out.

"Well, er," I said walking over to my bed and sitting down. I like my bed, it's very soft. Haha. It really is thought. It's a little too red for my taste, but hey, what can a girl do? So much better than those lame four posters in the dorms in the Gryffindor Tower. Haha – suckers! What else can I amuse myself with while I avoid the question? He is wearing quite nice pants today, isn't he? Hm… looks like they're from Gladrag's? Nah, that can't be it! He wouldn't shop there… especially not for jeans. Okay, well he's looking impatient now, I suppose I must answer him.

"Let's just say this: Olive juice." I smiled contently at my answer and laid down on my bed with my hands behind my head. This bed really was comfortable.

---:Random:---

Olive Juice? OLIVE JUICE? WHAT. THE. HELL! How the hell am I supposed to work with that? What the HELL does that even mean. Seriously, I'm basically asking her to tell me she likes me and all she can say for herself is "Oh, Olive Juice." GAH! How are men supposed to deal with women when they make up weird lingo for EVERYTHING! She's just lying there, acting like she hasn't totally ruined my attempts to get her to tell me she liked me for real. Devil spawn. Devil's Advocate, that one. Damn. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I guess I could just poke her until she tells me. Does that work on girls? It works on guys. Tickling could work. Only…I don't know where she's ticklish… That poses a problem for that one, no? I walk over to her bed. STOP THE FLOW OF PERVERTED MADNESS! She just continues staring up at her ceiling. I jump on her bed so I'm positioned behind her head. I move my head so it is directly above hers, blocking her view of the ceiling. I cock my head again.

"What does that mean, Jylli?" I ask her, making my voice as innocent at possible. She just stared up at me, like I'm not even there, only the ceiling. Jylli has a tendency to act like I'm not there. People don't DO that. Why does she?

---:Jyllian:---

Haha! So Mr. Smarty Pants isn't as smarty pants as he thinks he is. Yes! I've FINALLY said something he doesn't know about! I'm so proud of myself! I should get a medal or something. This is definitely an award-like circumstance. Yes, I believe it is. BRING ON THE GOLD!

"I don't know, Mr. I-Know-Everything, what do YOU think it means?" I'll give him his power. He obviously yearns for it. He can think whatever he wants. I'll just know the truth. This is completely great. I love it. You are a genius, Jyll, it's a wide-known fact. You can easily stump guys with references to food products!

But then there's this… position. I don't think I like it very much. He's sitting very close to my head, and… you know what I mean. It was uncomfortable. His face was mighty close to mine, again. I don't understand how this happens. It ALWAYS happens. We always end up centimeters apart. I mean, I'm not complaining or anything, but still, you've gotta admit it's strange…

---:Random:---

What do I think it means? I have NO idea! Why do you think I asked? I don't normally ask questions I already know the answer to. Okay, the mum isn't the only one who would me to like her question was an exception. I couldn't help asking that one. Jylli has to admit it sooner or later. Then we can have some fun and I can tell my mother that the "break-up" would be mutual. Unless…Oh god…What if she clung to me after we… I hate it when girls do that. They seem to think sex means something… Ha, that's a good one ladies.

"Um..Jylli? I don't know, that's why I asked. I am going to assume it means our conversations would go as follows:

Me: Is my mummy the only one that wants me to like you? (Meaning secretly: Do you like me?)
You: Olive Juice! (Meaning secretly: No you Jackass, I love you!)"

"I'm right aren't I, Jylli?" I smirk; Once again, I have made her uncomfortable by our closeness. I move my face closer and make sure that my hands or on either side of her head. To and normal person, in her position, I am upside down. This is fun. I feel like a small child. Maybe I am a small child. If I hadn't made up our conversation, I would feel more like a small child…Oh well, collapse so that I am lying on her bed, curled up. I moved my hands and rested my head on her shoulder. The smell of her shampoo is very nice. I think I have mentioned this, but it's true.

---:Jyllian:---

I sighed. His head is abnormally close to mine. His head is on my shoulder. While I'm lying down. Is that not weird to anyone else? Aw well. I turn so his head falls off my shoulder but I am not facing him. I prop my head up no my arm and smile.

"It could mean that, OR it could mean, 'Maybe, I want to get to know you better,' OR, my personal favorite, 'Go to hell.'" I paused and looked at him. He has nice hair, too. "You choose, and if I were you, I'd tone down the confidence, or it most definitely is the latter." I smiled at him sweetly. But both him and I know that it meant, 'Haha, sucker!' – Still, I'm very glad about this Olive Juice situation. Eventually I'll explain it to him, but I'd like to have my fun with him first.

---:Random:---

We both know that she doesn't want me to go to hell. I happened to know that she would cry if I did go to Hell because then she couldn't see my gorgeous face on a regular basis. Or ever, really. Unless she were to join me in eternal damnation, which I don't think she would be too keen to do. I'm going for my version. The one where I get called a jackass then she tells me she loves me. After that we proceed to my room where we get really friendly. I hate myself. No, I don't, but I should not say things like that. Everything is an innuendo for me, isn't it? I enjoy myself, so it's fine.

I scoot off of her bed and walk towards the door into the Common Room. Turning, I smirk, "I don't care either way because you liking me won't affect my life. Sure, my mom will hate me if nothing happens between us, but you know what? I can deal with that. My mummy can't refuse her only son. If you don't want to like me, that's fine, I don't care. Have a nice night, Lamm." I smile and leave the room. I fall onto my own bed and began to read.

---:Jyllian:---

I have to finish my essay. Now that me and the Mutant are talking again, life is going to get stressful. Stressful isn't fun, mind you. I went back to writing, but I soon decided to give Arielle and Court a visit. I wrote them an owl telling them to meet me on the third floor near the stairs, got changed, and headed out of the my dorm. This is what girlpals are for. You can talk and talk and talk about whatever you want to.


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