Alexandria Novak
Location: Blue Cabin
Interacting With: Richard King -
@LiriiaSighing heavily as she watched Luca walk away, Alex opened the cabin door before entering and leaning against it to close it. "He is so my Prince Charming," she quietly commented to herself. Quickly being pulled out from her rose colored world by another's presence in the room, the girl spotted Richard laying down on his bed. Seeing the tall boy stir, she realized she might have accidentally closed the door a bit louder than she intended. Whoops. "Hey," she casually greeted the sleepy boy on her way to the bathroom. Her encounter with the wilderness had mused up her hair and clothes and she needed to take care of it
immediately.
King flinched slightly at the sound of someone entering the room, and he lazily lifted his arm up to glance about the cabin. He blinked once at Alex, then straightened himself up into a sitting position. His eyes caught her face quickly, and a soft smirk curled across his lips. Looks like Allycat has a crush~ King shifted on the bed slightly, running a hand through his hair as Alex passed by with a single greeting and vanished into the bathroom. Leaning forward slightly, King let out a loud sigh and tapped his chin, a rather cruel thought filling his mind. If his assumptions were correct that Alex had her eyes on Fawn, well, then he had a lovely little toy to waggle in front of his enemy's face. King chuckled quietly to himself, eyes gazing at the bathroom Alex wandered into,
"Heeeey, Allycat?" King's eyebrows furrowed, a devious light glaring in his eyes,
"do you, well, have anyone you like?" Sure, he could assume, but it was always safe to confirm his thoughts to be true.
Only having managed to turn on the light, Alex opened the door to the bathroom once again as she heard Richard's question. Her bathroom was lined up so that the mirror reflected him in it just right. Keeping her back to the boy, the girl made eye contact through the mirror, lifting an eyebrow. That was a weird question. Smirking, she internally rolled her eyes, thinking that the blonde was merely flirting with her again like he did so often with, well, just about anyone worth paying a second glance at. "Besides you?" she teased in a flirtatious tone. Pushing some hair behind her shoulder, she glanced at Richard through the mirror once more before asking in a suggestive manner, "Do you ever sometimes just look at us and realize we'd be one hot power couple?"
Richard withheld a disappointed pout, opting to instead lean forward and smirk at her obviously suggestive question. His eyes twirled across the room briefly, finally settling his gaze back on the bathroom door. He pretended to ponder the thought heavily, tapping his chin while his eyebrows furrowed expressively before lifting a finger to the sky and speaking,
"All the time, babe." Before he could continue you on, however, his eyes caught sight of something on the back of Alex's shorts. HIs eyebrows raised curiously, and he gave an awkward cough before asking, quite innocently,
"hey, Alleycat, what's on the back of your shorts? Did you sit on chocolate or something?"Scrunching her nose and making cute faces in the mirror as a response to Richard's affirmation, Alex turned the knob on the water to start wiping off the small beads of sweat on the back of her neck. However, she was halted once the blonde spoke again.
Man, Richard is full of weird questions today. What does he mean-- Wait, what?! Foregoing answering her friend in favor of panicking, Alex had never turned that quickly in her life. Paying no mind to the awkward position of craning her neck and hips toward each other, the girl saw what Richard was talking about. There was smears of brown on her right back pocket from the chocolate bar she had stored there. It had probably gotten melted and smushed while she was on her way back to the cabin. And there were a few blades of grass stuck to her bottom; she looked like a cow pasture.
"No!" she cried loudly before letting out an anguished cry. Ugh, why did she have to wear
cream shorts today? "Oh my god, what the hell?" Alex freaked as she pulled out the destroyed candy bar, the melting chocolate dirtying her hands as well. Throwing it away, she ran her hands through the water before frantically drying them, grabbing the towel on her way out to retrieve a new pair of pants. "Do you think he saw?" she exasperatedly asked Richard as she picked out a pair of
dark jeans this time. "It's bad enough I fell on top of him but now
this? That's probably why he doesn't want to sit with me at the campfire tonight!" Running back to the bathroom, the distressed girl cried, "I hate my life!"
Her sudden cries of distress sent King backwards in shock, his head hitting the bed's frame with a loud thud. He took a moment to shove his head into his lap, hands stroking the slowly forming bump on the back of his skull while Alex frantically ran about the room. The pain of his new bruise filled his mind momentarily, his friend's loud cries drowned out by the swirling memories of his home life. Familiar screams filled his mind, blinding him from the panicking nature of Alex, but then the world around him seemed to fill with color again, and the man's voice that consumed him became the light one that belonged to Alexandria. That's right, he wasn't at home, he wasn't being yelled out. He was going to calm down Alex, yeah. He was gonna enjoy his summer if it killed him.
And God knows it might.
King glanced up as Alex began crying about 'him' seeing the stain, laughing curiously as a stray finger scratched at his cheek slowly. She was obviously talking about Fawn, right? Or... Maybe his assumption was wrong. Well, now was a good as time as any to start drilling her with some questions.
"Who saw, Allycat?" He leaned forward on his knees, his hands curling into fists,
"who doesn't want to go to the campfire? Want me to beat them up for you?Oblivious to Richard's internal distress and protective offer, Alex answered with a, "Luca!" before shutting the door again. Pulling the stopper and switching the water to warm, she began unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts. Once they were off, she placed them in the filling sink, hoping her shorts weren't permanently ruined. Looking up into the mirror, Alex furrowed her eyebrows. Jesus, she looked worse than she had thought; it was the worst day ever. Changing into her jeans, she took her hairbrush and turned off the water, allowing her shorts to soak. Exiting the restroom, she began brushing her hair as she approached Richard. Heaving loudly, she flopped down onto his bed beside him. "I'm so embarrassed," the brunette whined before putting her brush down on the stand next to the bed and covering her face with her hands. "And don't enjoy this," she let out, muffled.
Luca? Well, that was kind of... Unexpected. Failing to hide his look or disappointment he relaxed his postured and waited quietly as Alex fiddled around in the bathroom. So, she was crushing on Casper's friend? King pondered if he could still use that to his advantage, and when no clever thoughts managed to pop into his head he sighed loudly and flopped back onto the bed. Ah well, he'd find another way to beat Fawn down mentally. Maybe doing some random pranks would ware the kid down quickly. As King continued to formulate plans within his own mind, Alex exited the bathroom with a clean pair of jeans on and flopped down next to him. He instantly squeezed his arm under her back and pulled her into a half-embrace, his eyes still glued to the ceiling blindly. Richard's thoughts faded though as Alex began to whine, and he quickly pulled her into a tight bear hug,
"I'm not gonna let you go until you stop feeling sad!" He threatened playfully, squeezing her as tightly as he could without hurting her.
Being taken by surprise at the sensation of falling, Alex pulled her hands away and came face to face with the handsome blonde. Giving him a genuine smile, it was moments like these that the brunette remembered why she was friends with Richard. Despite the heated arguments that occurred more than they'd like to admit, the two shared a connection of chemistry and understanding. Giggling at the sweetness of his words, she replied with, "Okay, okay! I'm not sad anymore, see?" Batting her eyelashes for good measure, she placed a hand on the boy's face, gently stroking her thumb across his cheek. Thanking him with a quick peck to his cheek, she sat up with a small groan. Yeah, she was not physically fit.
Taking her brush, she headed back to the bathroom, pausing to ask Richard, "Hey, I have to do a few things. Is it cool if I play music or did you want to take a nap and I'd use headphones?"
He hummed peacefully as she stroked his face, and grinned cheerfully as she gave him a peck on the cheek before escaping from his hold. Useful or not, Alex was a good friend. She was someone you could cling to and cuddle without there being any repercussions. He'd never see her as anything but someone to go to for, or help, and that was okay. They were definitely better of as friends. As Alex wandered over back towards the bathroom, she asked him about music, and not feeling very sleepy anymore he shrugged and said,
"I'm not tired, so blast that shit as loud as you can girl!"Fondly rolling her eyes at the blonde, Alex's mind envisioned a fun idea. "Dude, we should have a party sometime soon. I know you always love yourself a good time and you throw some of the best parties. You always know who to invite," the girl suggested before flashing a full blown, excited smile toward her friend. Raising her eyebrows and nodding her head, she laughed before entering the restroom and closing the door. Twenty minutes later of redoing her makeup and hair, Alex came out from the bathroom with a playlist of the current Top 40 playing on her phone.
Making her way over to Caspy's bed, she opened his luggage and unknowingly smiled at the organized stacks of clothes. Well this would make it easy. There were a few items that were unfolded during her earlier search but she would refold them. Taking half a stack, she moved over to her best friend's closet (which was next to hers, obviously) and began placing the clothes in the dresser, hanging his few packed suits. Internally laughing at the absurdity of wearing suits at a summer camp, Alex felt fondness for Caspy at the thought.
He always did love his more dapper clothes. I wonder when he'll hit withdrawal.Casually talking with Richard as she finished up the task, she put away her best friend's suitcase in a corner neatly like he would have liked before sitting next to the blonde again. Scrolling through her phone as she listened to the boy, she checked her social media which followed a few people she knew and celebrities. "Oh, Ari, I told you you should have chose Mac Miller," she commented as she read about Ariana Grande's comments on her recent breakup with Big Sean.
Flopping backwards and laying on Richard's stretched out stomach, she looked to the side and up at him. "Ugh, I wish I could be like Ari. She's so pretty and cute and can sing. I'm so jealous. Do you think Ariana's pretty?" she asked the boy. Right after he gave his reply, one of the celebrity's songs came on (which wasn't too surprising since Alex's phone was loaded with them), making the brunette sit up. "Dude, we should duet this song together. You want to be Mac Miller?"
"If it's a party you want, it is a party we shall have!" KIng stretched from his position on his bed, laughing brightly at the thought of another camp-time fling. He had thought about throwing one deep in the night, after the bonfire, but it may be a bit too early for that. Maybe another day, when everyone was more comfortable with each other once again and the counselors weren't sprawled around looking for shing-dings to bust. As his mind drifted off with plans of partying and winning, his eyes traveled across Alex's small frame again. She was stood of Casper's bed, staring down at the mess adoringly, and a half-smile cocked at his lips.
perhaps this party could shed some light on a few things too, huh?King tapped his finger against his thigh as music filled the cabin, his mind whirring silently, and a devious grin splattered against his face. This summer, this last summer of his', was going to be fucking amazing. King could already see his life splaying before him, his dreams and ambitions glaring brightly against the swirling background of his no-longer-adolescent mind. Casper could be defeated easily, Blue Team could win once again, he could hold
him close to his body and tell him all his worries. Or... King could fade away in the hustle and bustle of life, falling out of touch with his friends after being sent off to some academy in England. Everything could go so wrong or so right this summer... How scary. He absentmindedly rubbed his upper arm, which was covered by his half-rolled up sweatshirt, and winced as the bruises burned under his touch. He only managed to pull himself from his mind at Alex's question for a duet, and in an instant he brightened again and nodded enthusiastically.
"Sounds like a fucking plan, dude! Let's rock out!"