I really don't want to do homework, so here it is! Give me something to work with guys, I need some more ideas, not like a whole chapter full, but at least something. Hope you like it! :)

Tobias' POV

After school on Tuesday, I go to the auditorium since Mrs. Tillman still needs help. The first thing I see onstage is Beatrice laying down with her legs up and crossed while painting the barrels for Beauty and The Beast. I smile, looking at her pursed lips and her loose french braid. I walk over to her with quiet footsteps, making sure she doesn't know I'm here. Right when I'm behind her, arms extended over me like Sully in Monsters Inc, she turns around and grins.

"You can't scare me in here. I know this place better than I know Christina." She says, turning around to finish painting a barrel. I kneel down and grab a brush, cross my legs, and begin on the next barrel. We don't talk for the next few minutes, since every single detail counts on these props. Once I finish the top of the barrel, I get the dark brown and before I begin the middle of it, I hear an obnoxious sound which is named Ezekiel.

"What's up homies!" I hear from the front of the auditorium where Zeke is standing with his arms stretched above him and his backpack on his forearm. I roll my eyes and Tris bites her bottom lip, which is begging me to kiss and nibble on. Oh gosh, I need to stop. He joins us and sits on Gaston's chair, which still isn't ready.

"Man, we have a lot of stuff to do." I mumble, running a hand over my forehead. Tris looks at me and I look between her eyebrows. She just got them clean, little bumps barely visible between them and around them, her skin has always been sensitive.

"Are you gonna help?" She asks Zeke, who is biting his nails and looking at our work. When he shakes his head, Tris grabs the brush she's using and flicks paint on his pants, missing his shoes since he cares for them as mush as he cares for Shauna. He looks as if she offended his mom and snatches the brush from my hand and flicks it on her hair. She grins after looking aghast and before I even think, she's standing over Zeke and paints a mustache on him while he's painting a unibrow on her. I grin and dunk my hands in the paint can and grab Beatrice's calves, making her stay on one place. She stops painting a mole next Zeke's nose and looks down at me.

"Tobias, you didn't." She says startled. I smile and nod. After I think my handprints are evident, I let her go and she has a permanent frown on. She sits down as my cheeks turn red.

"Bro, that's cold. You can't do that to a lady, especially when she's wearing a skirt." Zeke says, looking down at me while shaking his head. I start to go back to work, but then I feel pain on my right cheek and something drip down my neck. I look at Tris and grin.

"Such a lady." I say, looking at her light brown covered hand. She grins and shrugs.

"Well you started it!" She asserts. I put my finger on her nose, making it a mahogany color.

"Touché." I rumble. I hear Zeke shuffling around and start to get up.

"Well, it's time for me to go, Uriah said he was gonna make lasagna for Marlene and I was gonna go ruin their date by being the best brother he has." He says while going down the stairs and running outside. I shake my head while shouting an 'I love you' at him. I hear Tris laughing behind me and snorting lightly. She's so adorable, especially when she wrinkles her nose and clutches her stomach. I grin at her and start to pack up, cleaning the brushes and smashing a hammer on the edge of the paint cans. When she's ready, we start to walk out, her elbow brushing my forearm, my knuckles aching to clutch her thin fingers against mine. I try to stay calm as she claims that Caleb keeps letting Pluto steal her socks. I try to pay attention, but the idea of my lips against her pale skin is the only thing that's going through my mind.

"... and every time I see Pluto, he's always carrying a ripped up piece of fabr- Hey, are you okay?" I hear her say from far away. I look to my right, where Tris is looking at my flushed face, apprehension being a mask over her beautiful face. I try to smile at her, not trying to look like a creep.

"Yeah, just- huh- really tired from it being only the third day of the week." I say, my voice cracking a bit as I huff and get the mental image of her and I together out of my brain. But not in that kind of way.

"Okay, if you say so. Hey, I really wanna learn how to play the guitar, or the bass. What do you think?" She says, holding her backpack straps like a child on their first day of school. I look down and turn right, going to the bakery we always go to after school for brownies or warm cookies. I hold the door open for her as I agree that she should learn how to play an instrument.

"Yeah, but which one. Bass or guitar? Acoustic for guitar." She says as we go to the cashier, who already knows us as her regular customers.

"Well, it's- Hi! Lemme get three brownies and two peach iced teas, please- difficult since your hands are small, but I think they'd fit the neck." I say as I order and pay, which Tris tries and fail to pay for. She pouts and crosses her arms as we sit down in the corner. I put out my hand and gesture her to give me her hand. She rolls her eyes and slams her hand on the table, then wincing and caressing her knuckles. I chuckle and grab our food.

"My hands are not that small." She says mumbling, and grabbing a piece of a brownie. I take her hand in mine and make an effort to control my breathing along with my heart beat. I turn her hand, palm down to compare hers to mine. "Yeah, it'll fit, but barely. It's okay, if you want we can get you a mini guitar." I say, letting go of her frozen hands and wipe mine on my jeans, getting rid of the perspiration that it's collected from just looking at her. "So guitar it is then, since you'd have to pluck the bass, unless you want to." I explain, making small gestures.

"Okay, that's fine. Maybe I'll learn it after I'm done with guitar. Wait, did you say 'we'?" She asks, double chocolate filling her mouth. I nod and take a sip of my drink before clarifying my statement.

"Yeah, you don't want me to teach you?" I inquire, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"No, it's fine! I though I'd have to learn online or something." She adds, chipping off the rest of her nail polish. I hold out my hand to shake hers. She shakes it and nods in affirm.

"Then it's a deal." I say grinning.

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~wtww (short for my pen name ;) )