[center][img=http://fontmeme.com/newcreate.php?text=Hayden%20Hanse%20Hawthorne&name=Don_Quixote.ttf&size=40&style_color=48C0C4][/center] --- It looked as if people where already coming out of the woodwork to join in on the festivities. Hayden could only beam his happiness, so far, minus the odd glare he shot at his sister; she was up to no good again, this year. Finally, though, he could start the grilling, even if he felt Saul's hard gaze directly on him as he slapped various meats and veggies on the grill. "So, whaddya use to season 'em?" Saul finally spoke up, taking a draw of the beer he'd fished out of the cooler. Guess he wasn't feeling wine. Hayden shook his head and turned to him, "Are you going to be one of those guys?" "One of what?" "Backseat grillers or cookers, whatever you want to call it. You didn't even bring food for the potluck," he said matter of fact, eyes drifting toward Acacia, but stopping midway to spot a very, very familiar face. Saul followed his gaze as he stepped aside a tad, saying with a smile, "I've no idea what you're talking about. But, if you wanna go say hi to your boyfriend, I'll gladly take charge of those wonderful burgers." That earned him a very nasty glare. The sizzling of the grill and the aroma of the delicious food was enough to shut Saul up, though he did give Jacob a mock salute as the boy passed by. "Such a stick-in-the-mud," he mumbled. "He's the CO in your program, though," Hayden nonchalantly uttered, pressing down on a steak while he eyed the spot behind Saul again, "You don't like him?" "I said he's a stick-in-the-mud," Saul retorted, "Not that I didn't like him. He's a good kid, but he needs to lighten up a bit. Do what kids do instead of acting like an adult all the damn time." Apparently, someone had slammed right into their new principal. That was Hayden's cue: he set the tongs down and pushed Saul in front of the grill as he jogged over to the mini-group of people piling near a very, very nice car. Eliza's no doubt. Saul, on the other hand, looked slightly bewildered, but didn't question the man's methods and idly poked at the vegetables placed on the grill. "There are definitely better ways of getting into someone's pants," he muttered, taking a long swig of his beer. --- One hand outstretched and the other grabbing onto the plates of cornbread, Hayden hauled what looked to be Wren from the ground. Giving her a smile, he noticed the approaching duo who was largely known as a trio, maybe even a quad of girls—did Rayne associate herself that much with anyone but Acacia? He handed Brenden the cornbread in his musings and looked down at Wren. Though, other than that, he didn't quite know what to do and his eyes immediately locked onto Eliza who had given a large wave in the direction of the picnic. That wasn't quite important to his situation at the moment. Truth be told, he was probably just stalling and looked like an idiot standing there. Why had he come over again? He obviously noticed someone smacking into Celia prior, but hadn't really done much about it. That situation actually looked a tad painful. But, Celia looked like she had it under full control. This situation was oddly similar, but a lot less extreme; the cornbread was actually perfectly fine. So why was he there, staring down at the plate of food like he was trying to determine whether or not to stuff his face with it. He wasn't, but it damn well looked like it, the way he squinted his eyes and licked and bit his lower lip. Then he looked up, straight into the Principal Aldrin's eyes. Nope. Yup. That was probably why. Hayden gave a loud cough and snatched the cornbread from Brenden's hands, a little too roughly and a tad too desperately. Then, without waiting for a response from the other two, he immediately snorted out, "I'll set these by the rest of the food. Uh, they look delicious; you look deli—very good. Uh. You look nice... Wren. You look nice today, Wren. Fuck me, dammit." And then he turned around and made a bee-line to the table arranged with an assortment of food, probably leaving the two behind him in a cloud of dust and bewilderment. Acacia was probably clutching her side from the hilarity that ensued 'cause Saul certainly was. With a hard glare, he shoved the man aside as he stared hard into the grill and its contents, flipping the burgers and hot dogs over and making sure the steaks were cooking fast enough. Though, he did look up once to shoot another glare in Saul's direction as he gave another comment. "Prince charming over here, sweeping the maidens off their feet," he joked, downing his beer. It didn't stay down long as he cracked himself up, spraying the amber liquid off to the side, "Do you do that with every gorgeous fellow you meet? Take his shit and run? If that works—shit, what am I kidding? That wouldn't work on a fucking dog." "I'm going to kill you," Hayden growled, "and then I'm gonna off myself. Ride off into the sunset and down a cliff. Hashtag Velma and fucking Louise." "Oh, don't say hashtag. You're trying too hard."