Skateboarding (Risdonnn)

[Emily Lionel]

It was, possibly, one of the finest days in Emily's life. She was actually asked to go skateboard, by an older, cute guy that wasn't Scary Doug down at the park where she lived. And when she accepted, she didn't stutter, faint, or blush so much she looked like that kid who's head turned into a strawberry in the Gushers commercials. In fact, she had somehow managed to play it a degree of cool, quite an accomplishment for her. Emily was incredibly excited, but didn't want to seem too eager, like a little chipmunk or something. And, hopefully, she wouldn't embarass herself.

When they finally got to the skatepark, Risdon had started to show off right away. Most girls were automatically turned-off by showoffy guys, but Emily always loved the idea that they wanted to impress her. After all, wasn't that the idea? To show what they could do? It wasn't for a personal benefit, because obviously they thought they were good enough. But they wanted to convince her that they were too. She thought it was always exclusive, kind of like a special show. That's reading way too far into it, which she knew, but she liked to think that way anyway. She read too far into a lot of things, and even though it usually ended up with her getting hurt, she continued to do it. Who knows? Maybe this guy will be different Emily thought to herself.

She quickly jammed her helmet on and skated into the bowl. It felt so good to be doing that again, with someone whom she could genuinely be friends with. Or maybe more than that? No, she couldn't keep thinking that way. Come on, how could she like a guy she's really only known for half an hour? Even though he was totally sweet....and funny....and good-looking....and now he was even showing off for her! No....no...she couldn't. Yet as much as she hated to admit it to herself, she totally, definitely, completely, one hundred percent did. Great, now she'd be totally nervous around him.

But she hadn't been too terribly nervous so far, and why should she be any different now if she'd felt the same way the whole time? Right. She could handle this. Emily skated in his direction, coming much closer than was necessary. When she was sure she had his attention, she did a favorite trick of hers, making eye contact with him and grinning as she landed it perfectly. Which, in itself, was a miracle. Yet, while trying to play it cool, and skating back towards him....she tripped. And not only did she trip, she went flying off of her skateboard, directly into Risdon, bowling him over completely and landing directly on top of him. Oh. My. God.

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[Risdon Lefevbre]

Risdon watched as she skated into the bowl. He had decided he'd just watch on his skateboard. One foot on the board and the other on the ground so he wouldn't move. He watched as she skated in the bowl, and a temptation to go down with her. But he figured he'd just watch first then join later. He hit on the tail of his skateboard and let the nose come into his open grasp. Iken knew he was starting to like this girl a lot. Her rebilious skater look was attractive to him and he got scared at that thought. He had always dated the giggly ones, not that she wasn't giggly, because she was. But she didn't wear skirts she wore loose pants with rips in them. Two-fers, a longsleeve and then a tee shirt over it. He was more prep-ish with a smidge of skater. He wore baggy jeans but he always wore a polo or a button down, granted it's rarely buttoned, but besides the point.

She got out of the bowl and came closer to him. He gulpped slightly and watched her move closer to him. His grip on his skateboard tightened. He really liked Emily and he was flirting with her, unintentially though. Truth be told he had brought her bag for her, to be nice. He had talked to her to be nice. He had invited her to skate with him to be nice. But somewhere along the line he knew he was flirting with her. Like when he stuck his arm out for her. Flirt. When he asked her to come with him to get his board. Flirt. Showing off. Flirt. And he had knew he probably shouldn't have.

But she was still advancing towards him, and she was too close for confort. But then she stopped and the two of them made eye contact. She did a trick and was grinning the whole time. Their smiles met each others and he laughed as she landed. Clapping sort of in a mock way. During the whole duration of the time though, they never broke eye contact. She came towards him on her board once more and slipped falling in his direction. As an act of impulse he had dropped his board and opened his arms so she'd land in his arms. He just didn't think he'd make a fool of himself as well by losing balance himself and getting the wind knocked out of him.

He felt the back of his helmet come in contact with the ground and the front of her helmet come in contact with his own. He licked his lower lip, this was definatly TOO close for confot. She was lying on top of him. Her face as close as it could get with their helmets in the way. His arms were around her waist and he had his eyes wide open. Iken tried to control his breathing. So close was he. "A-are you okay?" He asked.[/font]

[Emily Lionel]

Well, this was awkward. It was exactly the sort of thing that happened in movies, or on TV, or even what people wrote about. But it wasn't supposed to happen in real life! Well, it did, and now she had to deal with it. How did this even happen? Emily wondered dazedly. Not that she was exactly jumping off of him. It was still weird, however. Like after a week or so of being friends, if that had happened, they could have laughed it off and sworn never to talk about it again. Maybe teased each other about it once or twice in the future. Unfortunately enough, it was not a week later, and they were not particularly close yet. It was definitely one of those moments where you could choose- make things even more awkward and risk friendship forever, and, of course, cringing with embarassment whenever they crossed paths in the hallway, or take a risk, act on an instinct, and see what could happen.

What was she talking about, what could happen? They were far too different for anything to work out. And yet, some how, she felt a connection to this guy. Nothing weird, just like, a bond. Only a second or two had passed by since she'd landed on top of the poor guy, and she breathed in just a tad. He smelled quite good, she noted. Not an overdone cologne sort of smell, but there was definitely some. Guys that tried to actually care a teensy bit about their appearance were always intriguing. But she'd lingered there just a moment too long, and she'd better make a decision quick before something bad happened.

Thoughts raced through her head, when, suddenly, she felt something warm on her back. Wait a second-were those-were those his arms around her? Okay, he was definitely sending a small signal, though most likely unintentionally. But a signal was a signal, and she was feeling somewhat bold. In one quick movement she'd removed her helmet. The second the question left Risdon's lips, before she'd even thought of her response, she bent down and kissed him.

A small, quick, closed-mouth kiss. She ended it in a second, afraid of his response. Emily sat up, leaned so she wasn't lying entirely on top of him, and waited to see what he would do next. She hoped he wouldn't be angry....

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[Risdon Lefevbre]

Risdon watched as she took her helmet off with curious eyes. He had a questioning look on his face, but it was soon answered. She had removed her helmet so it would be eaiser to reach his lips and when her's found his, his brain had stopped. He couldn't think and his mind was clouded. He didn't respond to the kiss though, just out of pure shock. His arms were still around her waist from earlier when he had tried to catch her so she wouldn't get hurt but that really wasn't on his mind. The only thing on his mind was how soft her lips were against his own rough ones. But he didn't get to respond, the kiss didn't last as long as he thought it did because she had pulled away. She had her arms pushing herself up.

It felt weird. Well not in that sense. Just that it was so short, but it didn't feel like it was short. She was looking at him. Words! Words you idiot! Risdon just lied under her like a fool. He gulpped. Well if she could make the first move then he'd make the second one. Unhooking his helmet he let it fall off his head and in one swift movement his hand was at the back of her head, and he had brought her down to his lips. It was a lot more experianced and longer then her's.

Now of course Iken was quite aware of what he was doing. And was quite aware that he liked it, but maybe the two of them were moving to fast. He was fighting a battle within himself. Either way he enjoyed the feeling of being bad. He, Risdon 'Iken' Lefevbre, was kissing Emily Lionel. The headmaster's daughter, his friend's baby sister. A blonde cutie who happened to skateboard and be giggly at the same time. But...he was so confused at the moment.

He pulled away to catch his breath and then looked at her for a moment. What kind of reaction would she give him. Oh thank god there was no one at the park other wise this would have been a bit humuliating. Iken still had a grip around her waist and wasn't sure if he should let go or not. He really didn't want to, but he wasn't sure if she was confortable in their postion let alone his arms around her.[/font]

[Emily Lionel]

Emily was in shock. Not necessarily a bad shock, just more of a couldn't-believe-what-was-actually-happening sort of shock. And she really didn't mind at all. When she'd first bent down to kiss Risdon, she wasn't entirely sure of what had come over her. She was just plain Emily, who had guy friends but never a boyfriend. The only other time she'd ever kissed a boy was that dorky family friend of theirs, Norman, when Lissie had forced them into the closet together four years ago and said they weren't coming out until they kissed. Well, Norman was more than happy to meet those requirements, but after Emily slapped him and ran out crying. Not one of her favorite memories.

So the truth was, she was a little afraid of kissing after that, and it was as if someone else had posessed her entirely to kiss Risdon. Of course, there was that brief moment of horror, ready to bolt entirely if she'd been completely rejected by him, but things went a little more smoothly after that. Emily had resisted the urge to arch an eyebrow when he took off his own helmet, and was thankful that she hadn't when he gently placed his hand behind her head and they kissed again. No, not kissed, were kissing. It was definitely a lot longer than the first one, and also definitely more experienced, which she was secretly quite grateful for.

When he pulled away, she was a little confused at first, but realized his mind was probably racing. And it probably wasn't as special for him as it was for her, he'd probably kissed dozens of girls in his life, ones he actually liked. But hey, he didn't have to kiss her back! And people generally didn't kiss people just to be nice, so maybe he did like her after all. She sat up, still practically on top of him, noting that his arm was still steadying her and locked around her waist. Emily didn't mind, she didn't mind at all. In fact, she would have stayed there all day. She resisted the urge to giggle, but gave him a smile. Not a huge, doofy grin, but a genuine smile, one that made her deep blue eyes shine, one with meaning. Remembering the question he'd asked earlier, she replied softly "I'm fine." and kept smiling.

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[Risdon Lefevbre]

When she sat up slightly so did Risdon. It was a bit weird because she was kind of strading his lap. He blushed trying not to think about it. But just smiled back at her. He allowed his hair to fall in front of his eyes. Though behind his hair his dark eyes held a micheif glint. He let go of his embrace around her waist one arm remained though. In the honest truth he liked her sitting on his lap. Her small figure and light weight made it more confortable for him. He leaned back his free hand behind him so he could rest his weight on it. The one near her waist stayed near her hip just so if she got up he could manuver quickly to...'argue'.

Iken gave her a grin. "That's good." He replied. He stared at her for a moment. Notcing small details. Like how blue her eyes were or how her hair fell in blonde ringlets in front of her eyes slightly while the rest of her hair cascaded down her shoulders. He realised that maybe he as making her unconfortable. He bit his lower lip afraid of what to say. Well he knew what to say but he didn't know if he should say it or not.

Once more he licked his lower lip and then gave her one more look. "Be my girlfriend." Iken was always a direct kind of guy. So it came to no surprise to him when he said that. It was more of a command then a question. He brought his lower lip into his teeth. If she were to reject him then he'd be embarrassed beyond beleif. So he sat there, and she was still on his lap[/font]

[Emily Lionel]

A moment or so later, Emily realized that she was, essentially, straddling Risdon. But he wasn't exactly complaining about it, and she was rather comfortable, so she didn't budge. She felt momentarily scandalous, and found that extremely amusing. Now this was an event to tell her friends about back home. Emily wasn't even considering any consequences-as in, the youngest daughter of the Headmaster, a new freshman, straddling an upperclassman in pure daylight in the middle of the skate park. No, in fact, she was quite content to be there. And the fact that his arm was still securely curled around her waist was certainly thrilling.

Emily felt his eyes on her. She didn't exactly want to use the term "checking out", but that's somewhat what he seemed to be doing. And she began to really look at him, as well. She loved his style-his somewhat preppy, yet still original-and-skaterish mix, and the way he bit his lip when he was nervous-she had a tendency to do that as well. And she didn't feel guilty at all about kissing him, she'd actually really enjoyed it. The feeling of mild scandal washed over her again, and she couldn't help but grin.

Then they locked eyes, and she could tell he was about to say something. She tried her best not to crease her face with anticipation, silently pleading with him not to reject her. He spoke. What he said was so astonishing, she couldn't believe it at first. When she realized it would have been insanely rude to ask for him to repeat it, she looked back at him and grinned. Emily reached back, shook her hair out of the slight ponytail it had been in before, until it was cascading, despite its slight messiness, down her shoulders. Leaning in extremely close to Risdon, she replied "Yes" and kissed him again.

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[Risdon Lefevbre]

He watched her pull her hair out of it's ponytail and her hair fell. It was a bit of a mess and he reached his hand up to flatten it. She leaned in towards him and said 'yes' with a kiss as an added bonus. He liked the feeling he was getting from her the feeling of really being. Most girls he was with just liked him for his popularity or something like that. True, Iken was quite aware of his 'Prince' status, but he didn't like that advantage. Iken pulled away from her kiss, to catch his breath. Maybe they were moving too fast.

But then again it wasn't like he was having sex with her. His hair fell in front of his eyes once more. A grin came to his lips. He made sure her arms were sercured around his neck and since her straddle around his waist was already there he stood up picking her up. She was so light, okay not that light. But it wasn't like he was carrying a television set around. Just something eaiser to carry. Risdon backed up to the bench he had jumped earlier. Not once did he look away from her.

It was so easy to be himself around her. It was like she didn't expect much from him. Just to be him. When his ass was on the bench he pressed his lips against hers. He couldn't get over how soft it was, how much he felt like he needed her. He was so use to the feeling of girl's lips but her's wasn't a girl's lips he was feeling. More like a goddess'. Okay so maybe he was blowing things out of porportion, but he knew he liked Emily. A lot.

Maybe he wasn't just trying to be nice when he brought her, her bag. Maybe he wasn't talking to her just to be nice. Some how from his distant view he ended up gaining feelings for this girl. Unsure how. A part of him feared that she was just like her sister. A bit giggly, not so bright, and a bit annoying. He had to admit, Lissie was hot. Hell she had the figure to make any guy drop to their knees and want her. Even the seniors. Heck, he'd drop to his knees for her.

But Emily was cute. She held an innocence her sister didn't quite have. Risdon would have dropped to his knees for Lissie, but for Emily he'd fall right on his face for her. Her eyes changed him and pulled him. He wanted to be crazed and innocent. A part of him wanted so badly to pin her against a wall and just have her (not sex) but just make her need him. She liked him, he knew that. But a part of him wanted so badly to press up against her and want her to need him.

Then she made the other half of him want to just smile at him. Tease him, ignore him, want him. In a softer tone, to have her be in control and let Iken be the puppy that followed along for her to stroke and love. Love? That thought made Risdon pull away. No, no, no, no, a million times no. Love was for suckers. A man in fate's hands to be laughed at and crushed. He stared at Emily, wishing he didn't, because she still gave him that feeling.[/font]

[Emily Lionel]

As the day wore on, Emily learned more and more surprising things about herself. They weren't bad, just surprising. These things were more like changes, and she was coming to like the changes in herself. They'd certainly drawn Risdon in and...well, look at her now!

After leaning down and kissing him, Emily felt like the greatest girl in the world. Possibly universe. Kissing him just felt so good, so right. She wanted him so badly, it was almost like a need. Not like a freakish, clingy need, but just a need. When Risdon reached up to stroke-that's certainly what it seemed-her hair, she'd found that so incredibly irresistable, it was almost hard to believe it was truly happening to her. Her arms secure around his neck, he'd actually gotten up with her still wrapped around him, but for the sake of seeming far too immature, Emily hid her incredulousness.

On the bench, looking into his eyes, she couldn't explain her emotions. It was an intense rush, but of several feelings. She was happy-no, ecstatic. She was incredulous. She was thrilled, she was amazed, she definitely had a thing for this guy-and so many more. And while she was in no power to stop it, she didn't really want to, either. They started kissing again, but before they progressed into anything more, she stopped.

Reality had finally hit-which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but, after all, it was reality. They had to face some things. Obviously they weren't going to march straight up to her father and announce things, but he wasn't really thrilled with the whole hear-things-through-the-grapevine-about-your-youngest-daughter sort of thing. And it would be easy for her to tell her friends, but what about him? She liked him too much to see him get hurt.

And so Emily sat back (although she was still on his lap), took a deep breath, sighed, and pulled her hair up again. Looking him squarely in the eye, she asked- well, rather, informed him- "I like you. I really do. But what will you tell your friends? And, um," she bit her lip and looked around nervously for a moment, but when they made eye contact again she had a new look in her eye, one of strength. Defiance. And total adoration for this guy she was most definitely sitting on top of. Inhaling again, she continued "....Lissie?"

Emily hated awkward silences, and hoped with all of her might he'd answer right away, not letting the question just hang in the air, unanswered. And she so desperately wanted to kiss him again. Instead, she turned in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder until she was comfortable. Please say it doesn't matter. We're both so happy here...right?

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[Risdon Lefevbre]

When she pulled away arubtly he frowned. What if she was rethinking this whole thing. He was starting to get nervous when she put her hair up. He licked his bottom lip, a habit he needed to stop. Risdon stared at her. Then she asked what would he tell his friends. He raised an eyebrow and gave her a strange look. "That your my girlfriend. To my friends and Lissie. Why what did you expect? To tell them your my slut or something?" Risdon asked. The last part was just a bit of saracsam. He relaxed back against the bench. Iken closed his eyes for a moment. He was dating the headmaster's daughter. His baby daughter.

He opened his eyes when Emily moved around in his lap to rest her head on his shoulder. Risdon bit back a groan. She was shifting really close to his groin, which made him put his hands on her hips to stop her movement. Any more and he might have gotten an erection. Which would have been bad. But it became unneccisary as she placed her head on his shoulder, as meantioned before. He wrapped his arms around her to pull her a bit closer. The night was coming upon them and it would almost be time to leave. One arm stayed around her waist, his other hand went to her hair tie to pull it out to let her hair down.

"I like it better this way." He meantioned. He relaxed against the bench and let her body rest against him. It was nice, to have her lean on him. He liked how close they were and how she really liked him. He turned his head to face the sky. It was a navy blue now, and it was just then did he notice how dark it had gotten. He could vaguley make out their boards and thier helmets.

Risdon realised he had better take her back to her dorm, but he didn't want to. He wanted her to say there on his lap with him. Just the two of them in an empty skatepark. Sure that didn't exactly sound like the most romantic thing in the world, but he figured he'd never get a chance to be alone with her for awhile. Especially when her father found out. He wondered how this would effect his popularity since he was dating the daughter of the owner of the school, who was a freshmen. Now if it was Lissie, it'd probably be different. But Emily was the rebilous skater and he was 'the prince of the parties'.

Now appeance wise to other people they might not have looked like a good couple, but personality wise they really meshed together. Two cogs in a clock, and worked well together.[/font]

[Emily Lionel]

Emily smiled to herself. She knew he was a good guy, one that wouldn't abandon her for his friends, or anything. Naturally, she'd have to take some shit from her sister (that was to be expected) and, most likely, her friends, but at this point, she didn't even care. She closed her eyes and just say there, laying against his shoulder, loving the way he put his arms around her waist and just held her there.

She exhaled, and when she opened her eyes, she realized just how dark it was. Emily tensed up for a second, but relaxed again. Well, they could miss dinner, it wasn't all that important. And Assembly wasn't terribly special, either. But afterwards....well, there was "Visitation" for an hour and then lights-out. She groaned internally, her father was so old-fashioned. But really, they ought to get up. They could see each other for at least an hour every day, and if they didn't care who saw, then it really wasn't such a big deal to leave now, was it?

Granted, it would be assigned seating at dinner, so the chances of them eating together were very slim. But, on the brighter side, that was only on the first night, and the nights before winter and spring breaks. So they could eat all three meals together, if they wanted! On the weekdays. Weekends were different, they-but she caught herself before she was carried away too far on her train of thought. The point is, it wasn't getting any earlier, and they really had to go.

Bur Emily was so happy.....but no, no, they really had to go. She really didn't want either of them in trouble for anything....much less being together, after hours, on the first night of school. That would be dumb. As comfortable as they both seemed, she quickly had to pull away again. She sat back, in the almost-straddle she was in before, and but didn't seem to want to look at him.

"Risdon....." Emily trailed off, refusing to meet his eyes. "I think we ought to..." she took a deep breath "Go" she whispered. As unhappy as she was about it, she knew she would see him much sooner than she thought. Plus, the idea of seeing him would be something to look forward to all through formal dinner and Assembly. Which they, at this point, were probably late for. Now they'd both have to run to change, and run back. But she didn't want to leave him....

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[Risdon Lefevbre]

Risdon frowned. "Okay." Why fight it? He knew he was forward, but maybe he was too forward and she was unconfortable. So in a swift movement he was able to get her off his lap without pushing her, and walked to thier boards. Her's a bit farther then his own. He picked up his helmet and placed it on his head. Grabbing their boards and her helmet he set his board down and handed her, her helmet. He knew they had to go the dinner, but he so badly wanted to skive the dinner and the assembly. He bit his lip though and went back to sit next to her.

A good majority of him wanted to just sit there with him. He wiped the palms of his hands on his jeans thinking to himself. There was a great possible chance that she didn't want to be there right there. Maybe she was scared, then it frightened him! What if he was pushing her? Or he scared her into thinking she had to be his boyfriend. He put his foot on his board thinking negative thoughts. Gosh he was such a pesimist.

Biting the corner of his lip he stood up. He thought about offering his hand for her, but then mentally shook his head. Risdon being the kind man that he was offered his hand to her to help her up, a part of him knowing he wouldn't want to let go. He'd see her again, he knew that but he didn't want to wait. He wasn't a very patient person though. He knew just knowing him that he'd come to her dorm buliding at night to talk. What if she was got freaked out about that?

Iken tried not to think about how he could lose her. "We should get going? I need to find my black button down..." Risdon said as he got one more look before he realised he was staring.[/font]

[Emily Lionel]

When Risdon gently got up and walked to get their stuff, Emily was genuinely upset. Who cares about dinner? The assembly was always boring, and it's not like her father was going to get up and introduce his children, anyway. And the dorm masters and mistresses probably wouldn't take attendance until after visitation was over, seeing as there was no possible way to get all of the students into their dorms at the same time before dinner had even started, much less on the first night of school. So, really, what did it matter?

She put her helmet on, still thinking. They obviously couldn't stick around outside, it was getting even darker and there was a slight chill in the air. A light breeze blew by and Emily shivered. Staying outside was definitely out of the question. But where else could they go? Leaving campus was also a definite no. And either way, they'd have to stay outside until dinner officially began, so no one would tell on them. Because you could have the best of friends at boarding school, but it truly came to every man-or woman-for himself. Or herself. Whatever. The point was, it was time to make a decision-sprint back to dorms and get ready for dinner, or hang around a lot longer?

Emily fumbled with her chinstrap before deciding there was no real need for it. When she looked up again, she noticed Risdon seemed...distracted by something. She was no psychiatrist, and generally had a hard time reading others' emotions, but she could tell that he was thinking hard about something. Reaching up to touch his shoulder gently, she reassured him "I'm not mad, or anything. Just the Headmaster's daughter." Emily smiled at him, realizing he must not have noticed he was staring directly at her. Silently thanking whoever or whatever was up there (she wasn't thoroughly sure of her belief in God) that it was night, she blushed, and was happy he wouldn't be able to see. She was a little self-concious right then, and really didn't want him to think she was immature or rethink their...."relationship." Straightening up, it was time to make a decision.

Emily bit her lip and said, a little nervously, "Though...we don't really have to go to that dinner, do we? I mean, who's going to miss us?" Well, probably lots of people will miss him. He is who he is, after all. Almost refusing to meet his eye, she awaited his response anxiously.

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[Risdon Lefevbre]

Iken took her hand in his own lacing their fingers togther. A bit disapointed that she had to go. "I know your not mad, I never said you were." Risdon replied, he didn't want to admit that he thought that she wouldn't want him anymore. Just because of his stance or something, or something about him. He noticed her shiver and he let go of her hand, picked up his board, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He didn't have a jacket to offfer, so he felt like a bit of a dumbass for doing so. The night continued on to place a dark blanket over them. He could barely see her, let alone his way. Risdon stopped for a moment when she said something he thought was a bit strange.

Why would she suggest going in then staying back out? Surely they wouldn't be missed? His friends would notice something was a loof, but other then that he was pretty sure they wouldn't have cared because they'd be busy sending carrots at one another's eyeballs. Risdon tried to stay away from that. He usually got into trouble enough as it is, and starting a mess at the time of the annual dinner. He looked at her eyebrows raised a bit shocked to her offer, still. He wondered if she was alright. She needed to go, her father was the princiapal. He'd skin Risdon if he found out that he was the reason his baby girl wasn't there.

So despite how much he wanted to say there or anywhere with her, he hated his next words. "No, you need to go. It'd be okay for me to skive, but not for you. I'll walk you back to your dorm." He had a small pang of regret in his heart telling him he shouldn't have said that. Because so much of him wanted to just ditch and be with her, but heh knew he couldn't do that to her. When they were under the street light, he could see her biting her lip.

For some hypocritical reason, that bothered him. So brushing his lips against hers to release her lips from her teeth, Risdon moved forward to press his lips against her own again accidently knocking her helmet off in the process. He stopped slowly. Oh so badly did he want to just to be with her, and not seperated in the dinner. He knew they were. If anything she was probably going to sit with her family. Risdon took her hand once more, the other hand had his board. "Like you said, we should go." Risdon said countering her words.[/font]

[Lissie Lionel]

Lissie Lionel loved to play up her British accent, even though five years of private tutoring had eradicated it completely. After all, they'd moved to America when she was six, so she was far from British. Her father might be the Prime Minister, but she wasn't necessarily a Princess. Legally.

Either way, that's what she was doing, playing up her accent for a cute senior guy, when she realized how dark it was getting. Notorious for being late and making a fabulous entrance, she'd shrugged it off at first, but now it was getting to be a problem. In fact, it was so late that the lamps had gone on, illuminating brief patches of ground every hundred or so feet. With one last flick of her perfect blonde hair, Lissie smiled at the boy and sashayed off in the opposite direction. Humming to herself slightly, she contemplated various outfits to wear that evening. Unfortunately, it was a formal dinner, which could make a supermodel look drab, but at least she sat at her family's table, that way, everyone would see her. The issue was, her father hated lateness, and prided himself on how timely his family was. And then...there was Lissie. She grinned to herself. Her mother understood her, she'd talk her father out of his anger.

God, my dorm is far away. A slight breeze blew by, and Lissie shivered. A white summer dress (strapless, naturally) with a thin gold belt was not exactly prime for chilly September weather, and neither were her sky blue Navajo sandals. Muttering to herself slightly about the weather, not precisely caring whether she appeared like a crazy person, mind set on entering her heated dorm, Lissie was continuing down the path to the buildings. However, when passing the skate park-What was that? Something moved up ahead. Near the lamppost-but what was that? Who was that? Lissie wasn't afraid, rarely was, but couldn't for the life of her fathom the idea of someone other than herself daring to risk the Headmaster's wrath the first night of school.

A faint laugh rang out across the path. Hang on a second, that sounded like-nah, couldn't be. Emily, baby sister Emily? No way. She probably got to the dining hall early enough to start setting the tables, and was most likely wearing that bizarre blue poofy dress she'd loved so dearly as a toddler. Lissie smiled to herself, the vision of a fourteen year old in a two year old's dress, setting a table, was a little much to manage.

But what made her stop short is what she heard next. A man's voice-well, not exactly a man, but older than some lame boy that Emily would be hanging around. She heard it again, softer this time, and she crept closer to identify the speaker. Her heart stopped. Risdon. Iken. Lefevbre. She could distinguish that voice anytime, anywhere. But-what was he doing out this late, by the skate park? He wasn't getting high, was he? No, that wasn't a Risdon thing to do. Hitting on girls? No, not this close to dinner. But then she heard the girl's voice again-and although she could have been mistaken this time, she was pretty sure she'd heard correctly.

That was her sister. HA! Risdon had probably found her, skating by herself, and gone over to tease her about what happened in the lobby earlier that afternoon. That wouldn't solve the problem of why being out so late-and where were his friends? Why go out of his way to bother her unless for a crowd? Quite confused, no new feeling to Lissie, she placed her hands on her hips, blew her immaculate sideswept bangs out of her sparkling, sapphire-blue eyes, and strutted over in their direction.

"Risdon!" she called, in a rather high-pitched and flirty manner. Stopping in her tracks for the second time that evening, she couldn't believe she she was seeing. Was that his-arm around her? What the hell was happening here!?