Roses at Midnight 7
She moved silently among the bushes and ducking behind random people/trees as she folded one of her old brothers.
He claimed he was going to pick up a couple of beauty-care products, but the eleven-year-old knew him better than that. It wasn't unlike him to go pick up beauty products, of course, but that look in his eyes said he was going to meet his love.
Translation in this case: He was looking for Nikki.
"Open up, Knight!"
By the look on Lucy's face, Kendall knew she wasn't in the best frame of mind. He wondered if it was something he did for a moment...wait, he hadn't even seen her in about a week. So surely it wasn't his fault she was obviously grouchy...
"What's up, Luce?" he inquired, and she pushed him back a bit.
"You've been ignoring me," she mimicked a pout slightly playfully, "why is that, huh?"
He had to chuckle at that, "Sorry. It's just I met this new girl, and I got a little busy. Want to hang out today?"
While the invite to hang out today comforted the teeange rocker girl, she also felt a small hole in her heart. Of course...he would get busy with 'his' new girl and forget about her when she'd silently 'claimed' him as her own.
"Sure," she smiled it all off, faking like it was all good, even if she was fully aware in the back of her mind it was only going to haunt her later...
"Hi!"
Poor Carlos really had no idea to flirt the 'right' way. So he just went around greeting everyone, smiling and praying that some girl would be flattered by the friendliness, or would think he was cute, or at the very least he'd see one who felt like he couldn't live without.
Something.
"Hello?" she was still waking up when she answered the door, but she felt a little oblidged not to ignore someone.
"Oh, did I wake you up?" James' bit his lower lip, "sorry about that..."
"Yeah, I look like Death and I just wrestled," she yawned loudly, rubbing her bleary eyes and stretching out a little bit, not caring right at that point if it was a little rude.
"No, you look beautiful anyway," and he meant it.
"So what're we doing?' Kendall could only chuckle as he was dragged down the street by the arm, "this isn't another plan, is it?"
In response, she gave him a small punch, red and black hair flying around her beautiful, angular face, "Shut up, Knight."
"Seriously, where are we going?" he still couldn't help but smile as he was dragged once again down the street, her pulling him around around people staring and cooing about them, which made both of their cheeks pinken quite a bit.
Stopping suddenly, making him stumble and then grin as she looked up at the sign now before them, "Hockey."
The bubbly Latino was becoming a bit depressed at this point.
He sat himself down on a bench, sticking out his lower lip in a small pout as he thought hard about what to do. According to the James, the great ladies man, he had to be romantic...but he wasn't sure what all girls liked. The Jennifer he had a major crush on was too ladylike, but some girls were more hardedge, or more like him.
But how did he tell the differance?
"Hello handsome man," Camille pinched Logan's cheek lightly, smiling gently to him as he approached, brandising a boquet of white roses, "now I wonder who those flowers are for?"
"Only a beautiful lady," he gave her a kiss in return for the compliment, pressing the rose stems into her hand, "I have the reservations for our date tonight."
"That is amazing," she cooed a bit, smiling warmly and looping arms with him, "hey, I heard there was a local match at the local hockey ring. Want do you say? Want to embrace your inner hockey headness, Minnosota Boy?"
He couldn't help but chuckle, "The odds of that are...one hundred percent."
"So...what do you like to do?" while he was smooth with most ladies and tended to be a little bit choosy of interests and looks, but for her...it made him feel different when trying to flirt with her.
"I like to sing," she shrugged, swigging her coffee, "and play hockey."
"Hockey? I like hockey. You know what? When should go play hockey," Smooth, James...he grumbled mentally as his words stumbled over each other in a little bit of a slur of coffee and nerves.
"Um...okay," she laughed softly, smirking lightly at his weak flirting as she stood up, "be ready in an hour, Pretty Boy."
"Hockey?" Prim titled her head to the side curiously, "what's hockey?"
"It's a sport that happens at the place where you ice skate," she replied calmly, trying to hide the tremble of excitement in her voice as she Dutch-braided her adopted daughter's hair.
"Oo! Can I be a ballerina again?" she squealed a little with excitment, and Nikki could only smile.
"Of course you can," she smiled.
If only they knew about the Hockey vs. Figure-Skater rule between BTR...