Eyebrow Wiggle //Closed

Once they stepped outside the door, the prefect let out a squeak as the sudden cold hit him like a ton of bricks. His hand went to hold onto Keirsta as the world swayed beneath him. What kind of boat were they on? A fishing boat? ”Fishin’ ‘s f-nn” He mummered removing his hand from Keirsta to make a gesture of casting a rod into the lake. Soon after he did that, the dizziness spun him in another direction. ”Oh nooo da line brok’.”

He felt hands steady his movements, and they continued onward. The blond gave Keirsta glances as they walked. Wondering what was going on inside her head. At one point he squinted his eyes and stared at the side of her head, convinced he could read minds. That was until he felt a crunch under his foot. Blue eyes widened, and he took two exaggerated steps away.

Hands covered his eyes and he crouched down, a cry escaped him. ”I step on a poooor cricket” Tears in his eyes as he stared after it, his lips curled into a pre-sob. His head tilted back to stare up at the sky, breaking out into song. His fingers moving as if he was playing a piano.

’s nine a’ clock an a satuuuurday. Ta regula’ crowd suffffghrs in.” It was surprisingly in tune for a drunk, although he had a hard time pronouncing ‘shuffles’. To which he just spat out gibberish. ”Dere’s an ol’ man sittin’ next mehh, makin’ love to his tonic n’ gin.” During the pause, he swung his head to an imaginary tune, one he knew as the harmonica to the song. Once he sang again, it was more like a yell. His voice loosing it’s tune. ”He says son can ya play me a memorreee. I’m not ruurly sure how it goesss.” For the remainder of the verse, he mumbled gibberish that went along with the tune of the song. Is foggy mind blanking out the last sentence.

”La, la, la, di, da, da. La, la, di, da, da, da, dum...Uh. I-’s not a cricket.” A frown crossed his lips, and the teen scooted closer to what he once thought was a cricket. Instead of a lifeless body, it was a crunched leaf.

Scoffing, he quickly stood up. Which was a major mistake. He swayed backwards, and was only caught by Keirsta, who continued to lead him forward.

”Guess wha the cricket saida when it was stepd on.” He whispered in Keirsta’s ear, as if trying to tell a secret. ”Nothin’. I-’s dead.” He broke away from her ear and began to laugh, holding his abdomen. His laughter was so much, that he stopped walking and had to gasp for breath. His laughing fit lasted for a good minute, refusing to move until he could catch his breath.  Once it was over, he felt another tug on his arm and they were off again.

Absentmindedly, he hummed along to the song in his head. The familiar sight of the Autumn dormitory greeted his eyes. The rather drunk student lit up, excitement crossed his face. Breaking out of Keirsta’s guiding grasp, Leo sprinted for the door, pushing it open with such force that is slammed against the wall. He went for his dorm, but tripped over his own feet and fell face first on the floor. The prefect laid there for a solid minute, his arms spread wide and his legs sprawled. Not too far from his head was the crown, which had rolled off of his head. With a grunt, Leo pulled himself to his feet and spun around. Only to trip and land in front of one unfortunate potted plant.

His blue eyes lit up in anger. Using the plant to get himself onto his feet, Leo found his footing and stared down at the plant. ”You think you’re sooOOOooo cool with yer…” He paused, thinking for the correct word. ”Photosinthisissisis.” Nailed it. ”Well yer not! Dun go trippin’ people you meanie.” He pointed an unsteady finger at the poor plant.

With a grumpy face, Leo stomped away reaching down for his crown. He put it back on his head, the hat at a crooked angle. Not that he could tell.

Wincing and holding back a yelp as Leo held onto her with a tight grasp, Keirsta did her best to comfort him. Because as soon as that grasp was gone, things would be good. For her comfort levels, at least.

As Leo's little shenanigans on the way back to the dorms continued, the more Keirsta thought on how much she had fucked up. "God, he really does not handle alcohol well... Or is that how teens are supposed to handle it? She didn't really know the honest answer to it, she was able to tolerate alcohol to a somewhat scary extent, so it was odd to see Leo in such a state.

As he ran into the door though, Keirsta jumped. "Holy shit! Leo!" She started to go after him, but stopped when he got back up. Man, this would be strange.

Coming in front of him and opening up the doors as they went along, they finally, somehow, got into Leo's bedroom.

Sitting him down, Keirsta sighed. "I'm borrowing one of your shirts, I can't stand this dress anymore." She grumbled, opening up Leo's drawers one at a time until she found a comfortable looking shirt. Which, she quickly disappeared into the bathroom to get out of the dress she was wearing. While it was beautiful, it wasn't exactly comfortable... The heels weren't, either.

After taking a good half hour trying to get out of her stupid dress, Keirsta finally was out of the bathroom. The shirt ended right past her bum, but hey, Leo was drunk. She doubted he'd remember any of it, and if need be, she could always rummage through his drawers for a pair of shorts, right? The benefits of having a boyfriend.

Plopping down on the bed next to the guy in question, Keirsta looked at him. "Do you feel well?"

Leo just nodded along, not entirely following what was happening. Somehow within the time that Keirsta had disappeared into the bathroom and her coming back out, Leo's shoes where on the other side of the room. His jacket was tossed on the dresser, the crown was hooked on the lampshade, and the long sleeve dress shirt was half way unbuttoned to reveal a white t-shirt below that.

The teen himself was staring forward, rocking from side to side. His eyes were fixed on a hole in the wall which looked like it was from the occupant before him hanging something up. But that's not he thought it was. 'A bug.' He thought for certain. Leo had to kill it. He had to be a hero for mankind. His blue eyes looked over towards his shoes causing a frown to cross his face. 'But they are so far away...'

The door to the bathroom opened, and the boy looked up from the shoes and over at Keirsta. If his face wasn't already red from the alcohol in his system, it would be obvious that he would be blushing. Along with some other thoughts that would not normally be in Leo's head. Any thoughts about the bug vanished as his girlfriend took a seat next to him. His eyes traveled to her face.

He ignored her question, and instead spoke on his own. "Hey, commere. I have a secr't to tell ya." He paused for a moment before waving her over to his face, cupping a hand around her ear as if whispering a secret. Once she leaned over, a smile crossed his face and he whispered. "I love you~" With that, he pulled her close to his chest. A kiss pressed to her temple and down her neck.

Looking at the blush on Leo's face, Keirsta couldn't help but chuckle. She had forgotten that Leo never really saw her in this type of attire, where if the shirt was removed it'd be exposing more of her body then usual. Well, what Leo had gotten to see, at least. He hadn't even seen her in a bikini yet, so this was more skin she was exposing just here even. To be honest, it was actually really hard to hold back a chuckle.

With her hand on Leo's back and rubbing it gently, when he ignored her question she rose an eyebrow at him. Oh no... Tilting her head closer to Leo's face as he waved her over, when his hands went around her ear she jumped slightly at how warm they were. The words he whispered in made her smile.

As she was pulled close into his chest, Keirsta let out a soft gasp of surprise. "I love you too, Leo." She said in response, her eyes closing and head tilting slightly as she felt Leo's lips trail along her skin. Her hand rested on his chin as she pulled him away, before she placed her own kiss on his lips, her forehead pressing against his.

His mind was not processing things well, and it was like everything shut down for him. There was no formal. There was no prefect duties they had to attend to once the event had ended. There was nothing but he and Keirsta. Her gentle hands on his face, and her soft lips meeting his own. It was sweet, like a dream. One of those dreams that he wanted to savor, and never wake up from. To savor and relish within the dream. It felt like a dream, his mind was foggy.

While their heads were pressed together he leaned back, pulling her to lay on top of himself. His hands ran up her legs, and slipped under her shirt. They stopped at her waist, which he used to pull her closer. Leo's eyes wondered around her face. Noticing a scar that went from her eyelid down to around the middle of her nose. Had she gotten that while she was gone? Had she gotten hurt?

Suddenly protective, he placed a kiss on it, then trailed his kisses back down to her lips. He lingered there for a moment, barely touching her lips. By no means were his kisses neat. It was obvious that Leo was very much out of it. The scent of alcohol laced his breath. A night to forget for him.

Neat kisses at this point didn't matter. She was happy where she was with Leo, and even as a slight shudder crossed her body with his hands going underneath her shirt, she was content.

The scent of alcohol lacing his breath did nothing to phase her, as the scent of alcohol had surrounded her for way too long to be taken notice of. All that mattered to her right now was the moment she was sharing with Leo. Even if she was aware of what might happen, it didn't matter all that much.

Her fingers went to the hem of her shirt, the graceful digits curling around the edge and pulling it upwards, her face pulling away from Leo's just in time to not hit him in the face with the clothing article that actually belonged to him.

And that's the end.