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Realistic or Modern Romance in the Dorms


Melody


Mel smiled as her cheeks became tinted by a rosy color,



"I agree it does feel nice to hold hands."



She stated as she felt herself calm down. She felt comforted just by being around Doyle, but she felt something else that she couldn't exactly describe. She answered his question in a soft yet light tone,



"I wouldn't exactly call it a peaceful night but I did enjoy the exercise I did to get home."



She smiled and continued,



"And I don't think it's too late for you to play guitar princey. And as long as you enjoy doing something it shouldn't matter what others think. There is no grading scale, as long as you enjoy doing something, do it. You gotta live in the moment because sadly there's no such thing as second chances. You know. Also, I don't think I'd be a good idea for me to be in the kitchen, let alone cook. Last time I cooked I almost burned down a class room, I'm telling you kitchens and I don't mesh."



She knew very well that kitchens and her were not the very best of friends from not one incident but several. She couldn't even use a microwave without burning something or the microwave being blown to smithereens.



"But thanks for asking Prince Charming."


 
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"Alright... Well. Im heading back to the dorms so I can shower properly and not feel like awfulness in a can. I'll see you two around later." He walked back toward the campus. "I think we're 0/2 in terms of apologies there big guy. Nice." He high fived himself and sighed as he walked.
 
Spencer nods his head and looks at Tanner smiling slightly as he walks off with his notebook and pen towards the ocean. He takes off his shoes and socks and rolls his jeans up to his knees as he walks into the water absentmindedly, though stopping when he gets to his ankles. He looks out at the water and takes a deep breath before opening his notebook and beginning to read through and write down small things that passed through his mind.


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"How about tonight? You and me, outside, on the beach, with the waves close to us, the sound echoing in our ears, eating that Chinese food you ordered yesterday? Some music," he pressed his palms on his chest, smiling at her. "my music...or...how about our music? Do, do you sing? Or, or play an instrument? We can make music together." he suggested, enthusiastic.


"And...about the cooking." he walked closer to her and grabbed her hand, slowly and gently. "I'm here. Your not cooking alone, your cooking with me. I'm going to help you out. You're going to help me out. Right now, there is no "I" with cooking, it's "we"." he said, smiling. "Come on, what do you say?". Pulling her hand up, he kissed it gently, his eyes glued in her's.
 

Melody


Mel but her lip and smiled as Doyle charmed her. Her cheeks were quickly growing warmer by the second but Mel didn't care.



"Making music together sounds lovely, and no instruments for me unless my voice counts as one. And Chinese food for two, on a moonlit beach sounds quite intriguing my dear prince."



She smiled feeling entranced by his words as his emerald colored eyes only drew her in further. Her eyes twinkled with complete excitement to see what her day with Doyle will bring.



"As for the cooking, in terms of we I think I'll say yes to that as well. You have done a good job in persuading me Mr.Dixon."



She winked and continued to smile,



"So what will we be cooking to day princey boy?"



She asked as her voice hinted her emotions of being ecstatic filled the air. There was something about him that all together bought Mel joy.

 
Bobby walked through the dorms and saw Lucy standing next to a door, he slowed a little, then walked toward, "Hey, uh... can.. we talk?" He scratched his jaw a little, then winced at the pain from the swelling. "I want to apologize for being a total jerk last night." He stop a few feet away from her, he didn't want to crowd her.
 
"Wait...you sing? Oh man, can't wait to hear your voice tonight!" Doyle said, excited. "Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm...it's just that...I'm super, super happy." he said, grabbing her hand, this time intertwining his fingers with her and walked a little bit, then stopped. "You don't mind me holding your hand like that?" he asked, hoping she wouldn't mind.


"On the cooking part, I'll go super-super-super easy on you. We're going to make some pancakes. But before that, we need to find ourselves a kitchen, some other ingredients, a nice, quiet place, just the two of us, me helping you cook, 'cause today, it's all about you." he smiled as he stared at her as the words poured out. "And a little bit about me. God, I have no clue on how to use those chopsticks, you know how to use them? Can you teach me?" he asked.
 
Lucy froze for a moment as she looked at him. "...fine. Start talking." She said while leaning back against the wall, watching him slightly. (@DrCompton)
 
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The album came to an end and Erik sat up on the edge of his bed. He smiled feeling a bit better than he did a moment ago. "I think I'm just going to go the music room and write today." That is were Erik always felt most comfortable.


He got to his feet and moved his headphones off his ears and onto his shoulders. He grabbed his Ibanez Acoustic Guitar off its stand and set it's case. He moved over to his dresser and rummaged through it until he found an worn out black notebook with the words: Melodies and Lyrics on it. He dropped that into the guitar cases as well. He quickly double checked to make sure he had all he wanted to write and latched the case.


He smiled again, "Let's write something good, Lord." He whispered and picked up the case. He started towards his door. He moved his hand towards the nob when he noticed how the noise from the halls was now gone. But in it's place was the voices of a guy and girl. They were talking about what seemed like an apology, but Erik couldn't quite tell.


Erik's hand twitched. He didn't want to interrupt the two by opening his door, but he wanted to get to the music room too. "Why are they talking outside of my door?" He thought to himself.


He quickly realized what he was doing; he was spying on them even though it wasn't intentional. "Stupid Erik, just open the door and say excuse me then be on your way. They won't even be bothered by you." He reached his hand toward the nob again, and opened the door.
 

Melody


Mel shook her head and beamed a smile right back up Doyle,.



"No objections to holding hands here. I actually really enjoy the feeling. It's comforting."



She felt her heart flutter more as he stared at her. She knew at that point she had feelings for him that were stronger than feelings for a friend.



"And okie dokie, I think I have the answer to whereas we can cook and don't worry about the chopsticks of course I'll show you!"



She cheered and then decided to turn the tables a bit,



"Come on Princey!"



She exclaimed happily as she dragged him off to the parking lot. She stopped and rummaged through her bag for the spare key to Tanners car, that he'd given in case he got too drunk to drive home from a party.



"Let's just hope Tanner doesn't mind us borrowing his car for a bit."



She said clicking open the doors to the car and getting into the drivers side of the vehicle.

 
"Look, about last night. I was... a jerk to say the very least.... I uh.. was pretty drunk looking for you when we were at the house, and I heard a couple, umm... having fun... and I thought it was you and Spencer in my drunken haze, I made the comment infront of Mel and she punched me so I got angry, left, and drank way more than I should have." He sighed, "Its no excuse for the way I acted but.. I am sorry, and I do want to be your friend."
 
Lucy watching him slightly, arms slightly crossed over her chest as she regards him. "I did try to help you know... Even in your drunken state... I did try to drive you back so you could rest but you wouldn't listen and I'm pretty sure you called me a bitch for it... But... I forgive you because you are trying to apologize for a stupid mistake." She said while relaxing slightly.
 
Spencer finally finishes scribbling in his notebook and bites the end of his pen as he nods, re reading it. He walks away from the ocean and picks up his socks and shoes before he walks away and over to somewhere that he could sit down. He sits down on the bench and he frowns, again remembering he didn't have his phone. He brushes sand off his feet and puts his socks and shoes back on, before walking back in the direction of his dorm, alone.


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"Wait, we gonna borrow his car without asking?" Doyle asked, surprised. "Whoa." he added afterwards. Looking around him, like he was looking for Tanner, Doyle returned his eyes to Mel and then quickly walked on the other side of the car. Opening the door and getting in, he carefully thrown his backpack in the backseat, then put his seat belt on. Looking at Mel, he smirked. "If Tanner is going to kick our ass because of this, at least we getting our asses kicked together." he told her. "So, where are we heading?". Curiosity got the better of him as he was curious on where she decided to take him to cook together.
 

Melody


Mel nodded,



"Yep! But it's his fault anyway, after all he made the risky decision of giving me of all people a spare key to his car."



She replied as she pulled out the parking space and sped off towards the highway. Thankfully the traffic was moving and after paying a toll to go over the Whitestone Bridge she drove another few miles until she got off on the exit to city Island. She drove for a few blocks down the road and turned onto a block she drove a few apartments down and parked on the street in front of a building.



"Here we are!"



She cheered and smiled before jumping out the car and climbing up a small set of stairs in front of the entrance,



"Come on Princey!"



(Don't worry Tan will find his perfect match soon I'm sure of it!)

 
"Well... Everyone is at the beach again more or less... Where were you heading?" Bobby looked at her and her stuff, "I'm guessing to go draw some more?"
 
"His fault, our gain." he smiled at Mel. When she got on the highway, Doyle's curiosity grew bigger. He didn't dared ask her where were they going until they passed the Whitestone Bridge. "Okay, ocean Mel, where are we going?" he asked. He watched in front of him where the road was taking him, then switched to his right, then back forward, then left, to Mel. He remained quiet until they stopped.


Mel got out much faster than Doyle. Before exiting the vehicle, he grabbed the backpack from the backseat and got out of the car. Walking towards Mel, Doyle looked around, surprised and curious about his surroundings. "Ocean Mel, where are we?" he asked, climbing a few steps, following her.
 
Lucy nodded. "Yeah. Actually I think I can use you... See cuz I need to be able to draw the male anatomy but I don't have any guy friends who are willing to get naked so I can draw them..." She said quietly while heading into the art room.
 
"Uhhh... I did not expect... that... just now." He turned and looked at her, "Im going to shower first, and I'll meet you in the art room, and we'll talk about me being a male model more okay?" He was walking backwards now still watching her, toward his room so he could shower.
 
Erik noticed Lucy and Bobby as he stepped out of his room. He latched the door and moved by them. His guitar case accidentally bumped Bobby, and Erik quietly said, "Sorry, excuse me." though he wasn't sure he heard him. He quickly made his way by the two not wanting to interrupt them any further. Erik moved at a brisk walk as he made his way down the hall towards the music room hoping to avoid anyone else.
 
Lucy blinked and looked at Erik. "Hello, also you sing pretty good, if that was you singing, I don't know. Anyways alright, meet you in the art room." She said as she headed into the art room.
 

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