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Koelle pushed open the door, "Trouble? Are you okay?"

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Trouble was sitting in the bath surrounded by bubbles. “Hmm?” She asked with her eyes closed. “Have you come to join me?”

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She came in, pushing the door open all the way. “Oh. Hi.” She shook her head slightly, shuffling her feet. “I…. thought I heard something…. but I guess it was just my imagination, huh?”

"That depends on what you though you heard love." She gave her a smirk.

She sighed and turned a slight shade of red, walking over and plopping down onto the ground next to the bathtub. She leaned over, back against the rim, until she was looking at Trouble upside down. “Pervert.”

"Well?" She grinned. "What can i say?" She winked at the other female.

She rolled her eyes, which probably looked quite odd from Trouble’s point of view. Then she suddenly sat up, turning around to face her. “Awwww, now my ponytail’s all wet.” She punched the other lightly in the shoulder. And it’s all your fault.” She attempted to squeeze it out, but it still remained limp and soggy. Koelle made a face.

"See, your already wet, you should join me." Trouble smirked leaning up to steal a kiss.

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He shrugged, “Alright…I guess…the principle always seems to be glaring at me though…”

"Ignore her. Everyone else does." Trouble shrugged. "Do you know what your schedule is yet?" She tilted her head softly, her bangs gently falling over her eyes.

"I am supposed to be getting art tomorrow, I have physics, music, and literature as well." He seemed to be getting more comfortable.

She nodded. “What music class?” She crossed her arms and watched him.

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Koelle pushed open the door, "Trouble? Are you okay?"

blackroselovesyou answered:

Trouble was sitting in the bath surrounded by bubbles. “Hmm?” She asked with her eyes closed. “Have you come to join me?”

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She came in, pushing the door open all the way. “Oh. Hi.” She shook her head slightly, shuffling her feet. “I…. thought I heard something…. but I guess it was just my imagination, huh?”

"That depends on what you though you heard love." She gave her a smirk.

She sighed and turned a slight shade of red, walking over and plopping down onto the ground next to the bathtub. She leaned over, back against the rim, until she was looking at Trouble upside down. “Pervert.”

"Well?" She grinned. "What can i say?" She winked at the other female.

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The next morning trouble woke up and smiled. She rolled over and kissed him softly with a laugh. "Owe..." She giggled. Her hips and everything else on her body were sore. She was surprised the bed was still in one piece.

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He opened his eyes and smiled at her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

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His eyes softened to a greenish amber and he stood.

She pulled him into the bathroom and gently tugged his shirt off of him.

He helped her take off the rest of his clothes. He seemed like he was in a daze.

She then gently lead him into the warm water of the tub.

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She sighed, “You are such a pessimist. Why not try looking on the happier sides of things?”

"ill look on the happier side when there is not a chance of my best friend dying." She chuckled.

Cordelia stuck her tongue out at Trouble. When they had finished eating she went to pay the bill.

Trouble returned the gesture, showing off the silver ball on her tongue. She left the tip the looped her arm in Cordelia’s as the walked out.

The wind had picked up a little bit as they got in the car. Cordelia started it and turned on the heater before pulling out and heading for the art museum.

Trouble turned on the radio to the station they both liked.

It took about fifteen minutes to get to the museum. Cordelia parked the car as close to the front as she could and cut the engine.

Trouble got out and paid for them to get in. She had very little respect of Cordelia’s space as the began to walk.

The new exhibit was in the main center hall of the museum. Cordelia suddenly smiled and waved, “Drake!”

A guy about 18 or 19 years old stood examining one of the sculptures. Upon hearing his name he looked around and instantly seemed shy as he waved slightly back.

Trouble took a quick step behind her friend and sighed. “You know what, i have to pee. Ill be back.” She took a step towards the bathroom.

"I swear if you run out of here and walk home, I’ll come to your house and personally kick your butt." Cordelia put her hands on her hips, "He doesn’t bite. He’s about as intimidating as that butterfly that got stuck in gum on the sidewalk."

"First of all that is a very long and cold walk. Second of all, peeing on my self is not a very good first impression, i said ill be back." She scrunched her nose at her before going to the bathroom.

Cordelia couldn’t help but giggle at her friend. She skipped toward Drake, “Get all your homework done?” The guy only nodded to answer her question.

It was a solid 5 minutes before Trouble got back. She silently snuck up behind Cordelia and softly bit her shoulder.

Cordelia didn’t jump or even flinch, “Here she is. Drake, this is Trouble, Trouble, Drake.” Drake spoke hesitantly, “Hello.”

Trouble frowned. “Why do you only jump when i dont mean to scare you?” She sighed then gave the male a small tired smile. “Hi.” She was still standing behind Cordelia.

"Because that’s when I don’t expect it." Cordelia’s eyes wandered, "Why don’t you two talk art stuff and become friends. I’ve spotted a cutie." With that Cordelia hurried off to one of the other exhibit halls.

Drake stood awkwardly for a moment before speaking, “You like art?” His Persian accent wasn’t too thick, but it was obvious.

"Im going to kill her." She said flatly before turning her grey eyes to meet his amber ones. "I do. And I’m going to state to obvious as well. Middle East. Persian, more to the east though…?" She softly clicked her heals together.

He nodded, “Iran.” He seemed nervous about stating where he was from.

Trouble nodded with a soft smile. “How was your first day?” She picked at the bandages on her arms, not sure of what to say. Cordelia was the one who normally did all the talking.

He shrugged, “Alright…I guess…the principle always seems to be glaring at me though…”

"Ignore her. Everyone else does." Trouble shrugged. "Do you know what your schedule is yet?" She tilted her head softly, her bangs gently falling over her eyes.

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The next morning trouble woke up and smiled. She rolled over and kissed him softly with a laugh. "Owe..." She giggled. Her hips and everything else on her body were sore. She was surprised the bed was still in one piece.

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He opened his eyes and smiled at her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

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He finally looked away from the ashes, but still gave no answer. He seemed to be distracted by his own thoughts.

"Okay…." She sat up and crossed her legs.

Drake’s eyes had taken on a slight yellow tint again, his thoughts turning darker the more he thought about what Mohana had done.

"Shes not worth it…. Dont even spare her a thought." Trouble just shook her head.

He still remained silent.

"Should we be heading back then?" She looked at him with a strange look.

"I guess…" he spoke quietly, still seeming lost in thought.

Trouble wanted to shake him. God, she wanted to talk to him but she knew he was still in shock and would have to come out of it on his own.

Drake stood and offered his hand to her.

She hesitantly took his hand.

He helped her gently to her feet, not letting go of her hand.

Trouble lead him out of the room.

He followed, his eyes still tinted yellow.

Trouble lead him around the old Victorian house before leading him into a bedroom.

He followed her blindly, completely absorbed in his own thoughts.

The moment she shut and locked the door trouble began to strip, making her way to the bathroom that was connected to their room.

Drake absently watch her for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at the wall.

Trouble turned on the water to run a hot bath in the huge tub. She then walked back into the room and softly took his hand.

He turned his yellow eyes to their hands before looking up at her face.

She gave him a soft tug and pleading blue eyes.

His eyes softened to a greenish amber and he stood.

She pulled him into the bathroom and gently tugged his shirt off of him.

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ladykoellenightshade asked:

Koelle pushed open the door, "Trouble? Are you okay?"

blackroselovesyou answered:

Trouble was sitting in the bath surrounded by bubbles. “Hmm?” She asked with her eyes closed. “Have you come to join me?”

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She came in, pushing the door open all the way. “Oh. Hi.” She shook her head slightly, shuffling her feet. “I…. thought I heard something…. but I guess it was just my imagination, huh?”

"That depends on what you though you heard love." She gave her a smirk.

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The next morning trouble woke up and smiled. She rolled over and kissed him softly with a laugh. "Owe..." She giggled. Her hips and everything else on her body were sore. She was surprised the bed was still in one piece.

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He opened his eyes and smiled at her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

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He finally looked away from the ashes, but still gave no answer. He seemed to be distracted by his own thoughts.

"Okay…." She sat up and crossed her legs.

Drake’s eyes had taken on a slight yellow tint again, his thoughts turning darker the more he thought about what Mohana had done.

"Shes not worth it…. Dont even spare her a thought." Trouble just shook her head.

He still remained silent.

"Should we be heading back then?" She looked at him with a strange look.

"I guess…" he spoke quietly, still seeming lost in thought.

Trouble wanted to shake him. God, she wanted to talk to him but she knew he was still in shock and would have to come out of it on his own.

Drake stood and offered his hand to her.

She hesitantly took his hand.

He helped her gently to her feet, not letting go of her hand.

Trouble lead him out of the room.

He followed, his eyes still tinted yellow.

Trouble lead him around the old Victorian house before leading him into a bedroom.

He followed her blindly, completely absorbed in his own thoughts.

The moment she shut and locked the door trouble began to strip, making her way to the bathroom that was connected to their room.

Drake absently watch her for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at the wall.

Trouble turned on the water to run a hot bath in the huge tub. She then walked back into the room and softly took his hand.

He turned his yellow eyes to their hands before looking up at her face.

She gave him a soft tug and pleading blue eyes.

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She sighed, “You are such a pessimist. Why not try looking on the happier sides of things?”

"ill look on the happier side when there is not a chance of my best friend dying." She chuckled.

Cordelia stuck her tongue out at Trouble. When they had finished eating she went to pay the bill.

Trouble returned the gesture, showing off the silver ball on her tongue. She left the tip the looped her arm in Cordelia’s as the walked out.

The wind had picked up a little bit as they got in the car. Cordelia started it and turned on the heater before pulling out and heading for the art museum.

Trouble turned on the radio to the station they both liked.

It took about fifteen minutes to get to the museum. Cordelia parked the car as close to the front as she could and cut the engine.

Trouble got out and paid for them to get in. She had very little respect of Cordelia’s space as the began to walk.

The new exhibit was in the main center hall of the museum. Cordelia suddenly smiled and waved, “Drake!”

A guy about 18 or 19 years old stood examining one of the sculptures. Upon hearing his name he looked around and instantly seemed shy as he waved slightly back.

Trouble took a quick step behind her friend and sighed. “You know what, i have to pee. Ill be back.” She took a step towards the bathroom.

"I swear if you run out of here and walk home, I’ll come to your house and personally kick your butt." Cordelia put her hands on her hips, "He doesn’t bite. He’s about as intimidating as that butterfly that got stuck in gum on the sidewalk."

"First of all that is a very long and cold walk. Second of all, peeing on my self is not a very good first impression, i said ill be back." She scrunched her nose at her before going to the bathroom.

Cordelia couldn’t help but giggle at her friend. She skipped toward Drake, “Get all your homework done?” The guy only nodded to answer her question.

It was a solid 5 minutes before Trouble got back. She silently snuck up behind Cordelia and softly bit her shoulder.

Cordelia didn’t jump or even flinch, “Here she is. Drake, this is Trouble, Trouble, Drake.” Drake spoke hesitantly, “Hello.”

Trouble frowned. “Why do you only jump when i dont mean to scare you?” She sighed then gave the male a small tired smile. “Hi.” She was still standing behind Cordelia.

"Because that’s when I don’t expect it." Cordelia’s eyes wandered, "Why don’t you two talk art stuff and become friends. I’ve spotted a cutie." With that Cordelia hurried off to one of the other exhibit halls.

Drake stood awkwardly for a moment before speaking, “You like art?” His Persian accent wasn’t too thick, but it was obvious.

"Im going to kill her." She said flatly before turning her grey eyes to meet his amber ones. "I do. And I’m going to state to obvious as well. Middle East. Persian, more to the east though…?" She softly clicked her heals together.

He nodded, “Iran.” He seemed nervous about stating where he was from.

Trouble nodded with a soft smile. “How was your first day?” She picked at the bandages on her arms, not sure of what to say. Cordelia was the one who normally did all the talking.