[C] A MILLION WAYS TO BE CRUEL [trevor]

[annie louise carter]

lying is the most fun a girl can have

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Annie wriggled around in her bed, taking up as much space as humanly possible. She was so glad that she had a double bed at home too, because there was no way that she’d be able to sleep in a double here, and go home and sleep in a single, it would be like a downgrade! At least the Hogwarts beds were quite big too! Running her hand through her morning mess of hair, she next rubbed her eyes with her hands, removing the sleep that was clouding her vision. Once she could see better than before, she checked the clock on her bedside table and groaned. It was just gone ten in the morning, and it was a Sunday. She had school tomorrow, great! But even more than that, it was Sunday, and it was just gone ten in the morning. Annie sat bolt upright in bed, all trace of sleepy morning-ness was gone, as she suddenly remembered what was happening today. ”Shit.”

[/color] Annie murmured, pushing back the covers and groaning as her feet slipped into her cute slippers. Their softness cushioned Annie’s feet, and only made her want to stay in bed more. But she needed to get up, dress, and tidy up a bit. She’d left a few cups around the apartment, and she needed to make her bed, sort her bathroom and take out the trash. Wow, and she had an hour to do it in, or at least just under. This would be fun! She tugged on a pair of shorts, and pulled a pretty top over her head, which wasn’t as colourful as her usual choice, but it was a Christmas present, and she quite liked it. Her feet went back into the slippers and she dragged a brush through her hair, until it looked presentable. Her penguin necklace went on next, and she was done dressing.

Annie quickly moved around the apartment, tidying up as she went, making sure that the apartment smelt nice and presentable. Annie tugged open the curtains in her living room and then made for the bathroom, brushing her teeth, then washed her face with some random muggle face wash that she’d also picked up in the place where she got her cherry lip balm. lip balm! Annie’s feet carried her to the drawers in her living room where she pulled out a stick of cherry lip balm, and stuck a layer on, then slipped the thing into her pocket. Next was collecting up all those cups, and then making her bed. She was finally done, and threw herself down on her red sofa, sighing with relief. She checked the clock and saw that it was just gone eleven. As if on some sort of fantastic cue, the doorbell rang. Annie pushed herself up from the sofa and headed for the door. Why was she so bothered about her apartment being tidy when he came around anyway? Well, Annie didn’t like anyone thinking that she lived in a messy place. She didn’t, really, she just tended to tidy up all in one go, and usually before she left so that it was ready for the next weekend that she could spend at her third home.

Annie’s hand found the door handle and she turned the key with her other hand, then pulled the door open, eyeing Trevor in the corridor. ”Hey, you look familiar, have I threatened you before?”[/color] She asked, cracking a smile as she opened the door to him. She had to admit that to see him stood there, he did look quite cute, and she had a sort of sudden flashback, of his lips on hers. She was generally in a good mood, which was odd for a Sunday, especially considering that Trevor was in her apartment. The last guy she’d had in her apartment was Chris. It was her personal space, and it reflected her, from the red couch to match her fiery temper and loud personality, to the white rug on the floor, representing the peace that she loved so much, and it was also her sanctuary from all those annoying first years that followed you around asking for directions. And the next year would bring a fresh new wave of them, oh joy! How silly was it to have to navigate around a corridor because you didn’t want to step on a first year? It was very silly, that’s how silly it was! They needed like a first year warning or something, like reversing warnings on a car, but in the form of little badges for the kids to wear, so that the older kids could avoid them. ”Morning”[/color] She said, the tone in her voice was kind of passive, and she didn’t add in a ‘good’ because she had no idea what was going to happen. She’d thought a lot over the last day, about what she was going to do, and she decided that she’d go with the flow and see where it took her. She was done over thinking things, she was just going to live.[/size][/blockquote][/justify]

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[trevor anthony schumacher]

If Trevor had told you he hadn't been looking forward to this specific time on this particular Sunday, he'd be lying. Obviously, this was something he had been thinking about since the moment Annie agreed to it. It was still shocking, though, that she had actually decided to let him into her home. Now he knew where she lived. Wasn't that a stalker's dream? He already knew where she went to school, and all of that other good stuff. Oh, joy. He could show up whenever he wanted, now, just to bitch her out, or bug her however he pleased! He was looking into getting his own apartment around these parts soon, and maybe he would get one near her, just to piss her off. He definitely wasn't going back to America after Hogwarts. He liked it here, and he knew most of the people. Anyway, he was free now, and he got to do what he wanted. For now, though, he was still stuck sharing a dorm with some other Hufflepuff's, and living in the castle.

He actually thought about what he was going to wear that morning. Why, though? He barely ever did! The plans for that day influenced his decision on his particular shirt. Oh, yes, that was bound to get a reaction out of her if he said something about it reflecting himself perfectly. His shoes were totally going with the spirit of his home country. The sunglasses? Oh, dear, what a visually loud mess. He was just begging for attention. After taking a glance in the mirror in his dorm room, he decided that he looked perfectly like the douche he wished to portray, and headed out. He also managed to trip and fall down the staircase, then realized he forgot his wand, and on the way back up those particular stairs, he tripped again. Yes, he tripped up the stairs. It really isn't that hard. So when he finally had his wand stuffed in the sock of his right foot, sticking out along his leg, he was set. He had even managed to slip a cherry flavored lollipop into his pocket that he had purchased at Honeydukes. Since he knew Annie had everything he needed for what he was planning on doing, he wouldn't have to make any stops. He was just praying that, if she had an apron, it wasn't all frilly and pink. He couldn't possibly see even Annie wearing that, though.

Finding her apartment wasn't hard at all, and he wasted no time in ringing the doorbell, his sunglasses already perched atop his head. The door opened soon after, revealing Annie behind it, "Yes, countless times, actually" he responded easily as he stepped into her apartment, immediately surveying his surroundings. It was.. clean. He could probably never keep a place this decently tidy. It even smelled nice, and looked appealing and welcoming. Then again, what was he expecting? A dump with rats crawling all over and the furniture torn and worn to a blackened color? Well, that was a nice picture. He couldn't help but pause at that moment as he got a look at her feet, then looked her up and down, obviously checking her out and not at all trying to hide that fact, "That shirt is a lie, but the slippers are a turn on," he stated, his smirk in place, "I mean, check my shirt out. I found one that actually got me dead on," he told her, pointing at the large print on his t-shirt that read 'hot mess', "Really? 'Morning'? No 'horrible morning to you!' or anything?" he asked jokingly. He stood there awkwardly for a moment, as if afraid to touch anything. Which was unusual for him, because he usually liked to touch anything and everything.

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[annie louise carter]

lying is the most fun a girl can have

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If Annie was honest, she sorta had been looking forward to this visit. A lot. And that's what kind of scared her. She wasn't sure what would happen today, and Annie liked a challenge, and she liked doing the unexpected, but she just didn't know how far that unexpected thing would go. Her lips were still slightly sore from the kiss in Honeydukes, where he'd nibbled on her lip, and practically set her on fire with how hot it was. Although she'd never admit that to him. But then she'd gone and asked him into her home. Well, he'd practically invited himself, but it was her who clinched the deal. Seriously? What was she thinking? Oh, right. Yeah, she remembered. Damn her teenager hormones! So what if he was cute, so what if he was a good kisser, did that really mean that he was a good, well, you get the picture. Not that she wanted to find out ose girls fall at his feet every second e all those girls fall at his feet every second of every day. And more importantly, she wanted to know what made her so special, and what made him want her so much? She was sure that he did want her, but at the back of her mind, she was questioning herself, and that was something that she didn't do often.

When Annie opened the door, she thought for a second that a rainbow had exploded on her doorstep. "Wow. what did you do, rob Rainbow's costume department?"

[/color] Annie asked with a smirk, referring to that muggle TV show that she'd watched the re-runs of at home. As she recalled, he seemed to get most muggle references, so she did her best to put some in, to see how educated he really was. She also recalled that the presenter of that show was one to wear bright colours and odd trousers, making him really stand out. Sound familiar? Not that Trevor's clothes effected his look. In fact, if possible, it made him even hotter, and Annie hated that fact. Yes she thought he was good looking, and at that thought, her eyes slipped easily over his attire, then returning and stopping on the sunglasses. Wow, those were actually quite nice! Annie liked big and colourful too, and she had various sunglasses that were amazing and bright, but those ones, she'd not seen before, and she wanted them! He did look like an attention seeking douche though, but Annie had expected that, as she did actually know him quite well, in despite of the tempestuous relationship between the two.

Annie smirked at his comment, as it was actually very true. And each insult had been brilliant and masterful, and replied to with an almost equally as good insult, but from him. She'd never admit how close he'd gotten to really getting to her though, especially with all the vulnerable girl crap that he'd spouted. "good, that means I've done my job well"[/color] she retorted, although it wasn't as snappy as something she could have really thought through, she was going on ease of answer, rather than kick-ass-ness. Besides, it was too early in the morning! She caught his glance around the apartment, and then up and down her, and she sighed, rolling her eyes. "At least it doesn't look like a leprechaun spewed the rainbow over me, although those glasses are a nice touch."[/color] She returned easily, knowing that it was never to early for him, so she'd have to wake herself up. "Hmm, if it said 'attention seeking stalker' it would probably hit the mark nicely"[/color] She returned again, smirking back at him. "Well I figure I'd start out this day with at least a semi decent greeting. now, pancakes?"[/color] She asked, moving quickly to her kitchen and tugging open a drawer. She pulled out that lovely and frilly apron that she'd been given, and shoved it at his chest, a smirk on her face, and trying not to laugh. [/size][/blockquote][/justify]

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[trevor anthony schumacher]

Though it hadn't been long since their last encounter, Trevor had managed to compose himself, and calm his hormones almost entirely. Well, of course, there were always those perverted thoughts in the back of his mind, but luckily for him, he had acquired and amazing amount of self control over the years. It was difficult to decide if he wanted to flirt with her just to annoy her today, or maybe completely be an ass and point out any faults he thought she had. He figured he was going to end up doing a mixture of both, and end up confusing himself and probably Annie in the process.

He chuckled lightly at her muggle reference. Though the show was from across the pond, he still had stumbled upon a couple of episodes. It was extremely messed up, in his eyes. He'd rather watch Sesame Street, "Jealous, are we?" he asked with a smirk of his own, "Though I would like a pair of those slippers. I need to find me some," he added, glancing down at her feet once more. He rolled his eyes slightly, adjusting the sunglasses that were perched on his head as he did so, "Well, I'm honored that I have something to do with your line of work," he joked, "Poking fun at my clothes, still? Well, if you want, I can just take them off," his smirk grew wider at this, "But you'll have to, too. It's only fair," he added with a wink.

"That's strangely kind of you," he said, trailing after her, into the kitchen. He looked down at his own feet, "Want me to take off my shoes, or something?" to be honest, if she said yes, he would keep his shoes on, and if she said no, he would take them off, just to tick her off. He had a feeling that this day was going to be pretty awesome. That was, until she shoved an apron in his direction that almost made him gag. He was all for embarrassing himself, but this seemed to far, "Really? You must have just bought this last night, or something," he muttered, taking the apron and putting it on in one fluid movement, "But it doesn't bother me, because I still look hot in it anyway," he added.

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[annie louise carter]

lying is the most fun a girl can have

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Although it hadn't really been long since their last encounter, Annie had experienced one hell of a week, and it had kind of drained her emotionally. She never actually thought that she'd get so depressed and angry over a guy, but she had, and she had also got over it. Her gran always said that there was no point dwelling on the past, when the future was heading your way fast. And she was right, it happened, and it was done. Annie and Chris were no longer a couple, and she was moving on, or doing her best to. Annie was glad that she'd kissed Trevor, although whether she'd admit it to him was questionable, because she'd actually felt, and she'd not thought that someone could light her lips on fire like that ever again, but he had, and he'd done a damned better job than Chris too, although Trevor was probably more experienced. And speaking of experience, Annie had picked kissing up fast, and had seemingly convinced Trevor that she had a lot more experience than she really did. But kissing was easy, really, you just let go, relaxed, and concentrated on what felt good for you, and then translated that into something that could feel good for the one that you were kissing. Annie had thought that she'd done an alright job, but Trevor's problem had confirmed that it was more than alright.

Annie watched Trevor, trying to decipher what he was going for today, pure annoyance by insults and comments, or flirting to annoy her. Either way, it would work, and she'd fight back and annoy him too. She pursed her lips and eyed the glasses for a moment, before smirking at him. She did like those glasses. "Trade you."

[/color] She said simply, wondering if he actually wanted her slippers enough to actually swap his glasses with her. She had another pair of these slippers at home anyway, as a result of double Christmas presents, and she loved those glasses, so what else could she do? She doubted he'd tell her where he got them from unless she offered the shop name for her slippers, and she could only guess at that, because both pairs were given as gifts to her. They were comfortable slippers mind, but she could easily get her parents to mail the new pair to her, so they'd be replaced easily. "Yeah well my future job is to be an assassin, specialising in idiots and people with bad taste, so I thought it best that I get some experience"[/color] She joked, smirking over at the rainbow boy. Actually, the outfit oddly worked, in a crazy mad kind of way. Like all the colours managed to compliment each other, and actually look semi-attractive. How did he do that?

"Okay then. I usually walk around naked when I'm alone anyhow"[/color] She said with a shrug, moving her hands to the bottom of the top that she was wearing, and beginning to tug it up a little. She got to just over her belly button, stopped and laughed. "Oh please, if you want to get me naked, you'll have to try harder than that! Don't you know me at all?"[/color] She asked, laughing again, at the fact that she'd managed to keep an even tone and a normal face, so that it actually sounded like she was speaking the truth. She had walked around naked a few times, but that was neither here nor there. "Yeah, someone must have spiked the water"[/color] Annie answered, smiling at her little joke that she'd just preformed. Had he believed her? Annie laughed at his reaction to the apron. "Sadly no, this was the result of a, what I hope to be, joke present"[/color] Annie explained after she managed to stop laughing. Wow, that was so worth it! Annie smirked as she watched him put it on, and she rolled her eyes at what he said. Seeing that he'd managed to put it on wonky, Annie moved closer to him, and placed her hands on the apron, biting her lip as she adjusted it so it was straight. "There, now it doesn't look so bent"[/color] She joked, smiling at him, although their closeness took her back to the Honeydukes store. Wow, maybe close wasn't a good idea.[/size][/blockquote][/justify]

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[trevor anthony schumacher]

Trevor stood in her kitchen, observing his surroundings and taking notes of what windows she had that he could attempt to crawl into in the future. Well, not really, but he was taking in all of the little details. He spotted her fridge and smirked, "I see you still need a picture of me to hang up on there," he commented, pointing toward her refrigerator, "I'll get around to that sooner or later. I already have a picture of you that I found. It's in my wallet," he explained, though it was a joke. He didn't really have a picture of her, he just wanted to creep her out. He slowly reached his hands up toward his colorful glasses. Was it worth it? Heck, yes! He wanted to try on those comfy slippers. They were probably all warm and fuzzy and, you know, comfortable. He smirked and took the sunglasses from atop his hair, holding them out for Annie to take, "Well, if you're being serious, then yes," he responded, "Because those slippers will complete me," he noted, "It's not like I don't have three of those very pair, anyway. Actually, I have tons of the same kind, and they all come in different colors. They're hot, really, everyone's wearing them," he added with a smirk. Though, that wasn't entirely true, but obnoxiously colored glasses were becoming a bit more popular these days. There were various places he received them at the mall he shopped at near home with his muggle buddies during the summer. Yeah, they were cool, because they were similar to himself, minus the whole magic stuff. Obviously, they didn't know about any of that stuff, anyway.

"You know, I thought you would be a bit kinder, seeing as I am cooking you food today," he began, shaking his head with an amused expression, "I could put something in them. Or burn them and force them down your throat. Either way, I should be in control here," he stated, crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to look intimidating. It wouldn't work because of his facial expression, though, which was breaking into that goofy grin once more, "But I can see you as an assassin. That would totally work for you," he added seriously. He couldn't help but get a little excited at her next statement, but quickly figured that she was lying. When wasn't she? Then again, when she started to take her top off, he couldn't help but stare, his eyes almost popping out of his head. She was an absolute tease, and he would have to get used to that no matter how hard it was, "Psh, like I was ever going to fall for that even for a second," he muttered, rolling his eyes at her, failing to keep the annoyance from his expression. He was tempted to take his own shirt off, just because he could and knew he would make her uncomfortable. That would be exactly what he wanted, but there was probably a better time he could save that for, though. He may not have had the most defined abs in the world, but he managed to keep himself fit, so they were something to swoon about. Or maybe he was just getting full of himself.

Trevor rolled his eyes once more, trying to regain his previous composure before she had pulled that little act off. He was hoping he would get the first little move like that, but of course she had to beat him to it. He would have his revenge soon enough, he was sure of it. He looked down at the apron that now graced his body. Maybe he should have taken his shirt off so his top half was just covered in an apron. That probably would have been a turn on for her, but it was too late now. It may have been girly, but of course he was one to try and dress to make himself look gay. Like the collection of pink shirts he had, and always managing to use his high 'I'm gay' voice to fool people when he would first encounter them. He was actually surprised when Annie moved in closer to adjust the apron. Did she know what she was doing, or what affect it had on him? He stared at her for a moment, managing to keep his expression neutral, though it was as if just by looking at her the taste of cherry returned to his mouth. This was getting awkward. Now he wanted to smell her hair, to see if she used shampoo that would also be a nice flavor of smell. Like, strawberry or some 'ocean breeze' crap. Which smelled really good, by the way. He cleared his throat abruptly, and at the same time tried to shake those thoughts from his head. He could have taken advantage of this moment but for some reason he couldn't think normally again, "Uh, so, pancakes?" he asked, his voice coming out a little huskier than he would have preferred, even after clearing his throat to prepare himself for speech.

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[annie louise carter]

lying is the most fun a girl can have

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Annie wondered what the hell he was thinking. When she didn't know, it made her nervous because it probably meant that he was either planning something, or day dreaming, and knowing Trevor, both of them would probably be related some way or some how to sex, and she didn't want him turned on in her kitchen, cause that would be un sanitary! She hoped that he could at least keep his mind clean when he was about to cook her breakfast. "Oh no, your pictures hidden in my underwear drawer. I thought it would be weird for you if I left it up on the fridge"

[/color] She joked back easily, sounding like she was actually serious. Did he have a picture of her in his wallet? What a creep! That was just odd, and she hoped it wasn't true, because otherwise she'd be kicking his ass out of her home, and having to make herself pancakes, and they didn't turn out good for Annie when she tried to make them. No, seriously, did he have a picture? Honestly? Damn him for managing to creep her out a little and make her think that. No, he didn't have a picture. "Don't you mean it's in your purse?"[/color] She joked with a smirk, poking her tongue out at him and then laughing a little. She enjoyed poking fun at him, besides, he knew she was joking, and he'd always do it back.

When he started to take the glasses off, she thought he was joking, but hey, it seems like he was serious. She took the glasses from him and handed over the slippers, putting them by his feet. Next, Annie pushed the glasses on to cover her eyes, and immediately fell in love with them. They were so comfy and awesome! Annie struck a few jokey poses and grinned gleefully, before putting the glasses atop her head, and smiling. "Hells Yeah! I love them, fair play. And tell me about it, I could practically be called a slipper hoarder, thanks to the shoe shop of them that I have back at home. Don't you love having the same thing more than once for Christmas when you love that thing?"[/color] She said with a smile, happy that she actually managed to strike some sort of deal with him, that had resulted in the most amazing pair of glasses ever to grace the lovely perfect Earth. When he said they came in different colours, she knew that she needed to go out and scope the muggle shops to find them, because she loved colours! Annie loved bright, colourful and interesting clothes and accessories, and the glasses had appealed to her because they were all of those things. Damn him for having actual, decent taste!

Annie rolled her eyes when he said that he thought she'd be a bit more nice. "I let you into my apartment, your using my ingredients and my cooker, and you're wearing my slippers, how much nicer can I possibly get? What do you want me to do, invite you to spend the night in my bed?"[/color] She asked unthinkingly and sarcastically, before realising that she was talking to Trevor, and it was probably exactly what he wanted her to do. "Please don't even answer that, it was a silly question, it's you I'm talking to"[/color] She murmured, eyeing his face. What was that goofy look for? Was he really trying to look scary? Because he was failing miserably! "Yeah, I could wear a nice leather cat suit and my superman hoody, and be all bendy and flexible when going around corners and stuff. It would be epic"[/color] She said with a laugh, thinking that actually it sounded like tons of fun! She would love to do a job like that, but wouldn't kill people who didn't deserve it. She'd like, kill killers or something. Annie grinned as she noticed the slightly excited look on his face, coupled with disappointment and then anger that she'd tease him again. Ahh this was fun! She pursed her lips and smirked. "Sure you didn't."[/color] She said simply, not going to elaborate, as she didn't believe him.

Annie met his eyes and then moved away quickly, trying to bring her thoughts back to normal, because she didn't like where they were heading, although she knew that he would. "Uh, yeah, pancakes. Help yourself"[/color] She nodded to the kitchen, meaning the ingredients and her cooker and whatever he needed. She pushed herself up so she was sat on one of the empty counters, and her feet were dangling over the side, swinging slightly. "So what made you offer to make me pancakes for nothing?"[/color] She asked, knowing that he hadn't even made Nina pancakes, after all she'd given him. She was pretty sure that he'd even lied to that girl about his name. So what the hell made him actually offer to make her pancakes when she'd made it clear that she wasn't about to sleep with him? It didn’t make sense to her, and she wanted to know why, and what he was planning. Not that he’d tell her that, but she figured it was worth a try to ask. Maybe the question caught him off guard and she’d get an actual answer!
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[trevor anthony schumacher]

“Oh, really? Well, that’s a nice place to put it,” Trevor replied with a smirk, analyzing her expression and tone. Was she lying? She didn’t sound like it.. but she had to be. She could have never been serious about something like that, though it sounded awesome. He should have known her well enough by now to not even consider in the slightest that she was serious about that. He, himself, didn’t need a picture of her, since he always had an image of her in his mind at all times. That was creepy and disturbing, and he hated it. He almost laughed at her next comment, but he didn’t want her to know that he found that amusing, “Well, yeah, but my wallet is in my purse, silly,” he told her with another grin, his own tone convincing. He couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows when she stuck her tongue out at him, “Really? Are we in Kindergarten?” he asked with a small laugh of his own, referring to the very first year of school you would attend when you were five. Unless, of course, you went to preschool.

He couldn’t help but grin as she took the colorful glasses and struck some silly looking poses. He was amused at her obvious excitement. Now that he knew something she liked, he would plan on wearing a pair of those glasses every time he saw her. A different color every day, though. Maybe teal, or orange, or hot pink. Yep, he had those colors. They were so fun to wear! Apparently, Annie thought the same. As she obsessed over the glasses, Trevor kneeled down and managed to take off his own shoes so he could put her awesome slippers on. Of course, he had to take his socks off, too, to get the full effect, which he stuck in his shoes. He stood up, shoes in hand, and slipped the cute slippers on, “Oh, yes. Soft.. warm.. fuzzy. My feet are going to fall asleep,” he joked, tossing his own shoes out of the kitchen, in hopes they landed near the front door somewhere. Why leave them in here If he was going to trip on them and break his neck? He nodded at her seemingly rhetorical question, his grin still in place. He was fairly surprised that she actually enjoyed something that had once been on his body, and didn’t throw them across the room, screaming that they were contaminated with some sort of STD, somehow.

"Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” he began, leaning against the counter next to him, “This probably is the nicest you’ve ever been. Letting me into your house was a huge step, and letting me cook for you is the ultimate risk,” he told her with a small chuckle, “But of course, you’ll be watching me the whole time, so you’ll know if I put anything extra in, huh?” he commented, “Well, now I have to answer that, so I’d love for you to make that offer, too,” the smirk returned upon his lips, “Don’t get the wrong idea, though, I don’t want to sleep with you, just in your bed. You can sleep on the couch tonight, if you want,” he joked, “But, really, what if there was a horrendous storm that had to keep me in doors for the night? You couldn’t possibly kick me out into the street. You’d have to keep me around,” he hadn’t seen any sort of clouds that could indicate a storm such as this, but you never know. The weather could change in the blink of an eye, but the world probably wasn’t on his side. He snorted, an immediate mental image appearing at her next statement, “Yes, I can see that,” he answered honestly, trying not to make it sound like he wanted to see that, though he did. He knew she always seemed to be able to see right through him perfectly, though, so that was a little pointless.

Trev was relieved, yet disappointed at the same time when she moved away, “You’re not going to help me out by telling me where anything is?” he asked, rolling his eyes slightly, “I guess you used up all of your ‘nice’ for today,” he joked as he began to explore her kitchen, grabbing everything he thought he would need. Of course, the main ingredient would have to be the chocolate chips. And yay for instant pancake mix. Just add water? Whoever made this was a genius, “Because I wanted to be let into your house so I could plant hidden cameras in your bathroom and such,” he replied easily, not being able to hide the amused expression that appeared on his face once more, “And go through your underwear drawer when you aren’t looking, and see what kind of hot lingerie you have,” he added as he pulled a bowl out and poured in the pancake mix, “And because I like cooking?” the last bit came out more like a question rather than an answer, but it wasn’t a lie. He actually did enjoy cooking when he wasn’t too lazy and actually felt like doing it.

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"Yeah, I thought that you'd like it, I thought it was the one place you'd never go, so I used some extra nice thoughts and put you in there" She said with a smirk, keeping her serious face, so that he'd question if she was telling the truth or not. of course she didn't really have a picture of him, in her underwear jaw or otherwise. but she could tell he was probably asking that question inwardly, to see if what she said was true. She'd managed to keep her tone of voice even, and her expressions serious and calm, so that it looked like she was telling the truth. Why was she thinking so much about something simple? Why was she trying so hard to mess with his brain? It made no sense. Ergh. this was Trevor, why did she care so much if she could mess with his mind? Weirdo. "I meant purse as in, actual purse. the things that girls use in place of wallets, not as in bag purse, idiot"

[/color] She answered, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, but smirking all the time. "Maybe. why, got a problem? If you do you can always, you know, leave."[/color] She retorted, still smirking. that was a win because he wouldn't leave. He wouldn't let himself, and she knew that.

Sometimes she couldn't believe how well she knew Trevor. She couldn't help but grin as she struck all those poses, as she loved those glasses, and was kind of obsessive over them. But they were so bright and colourful and hot! Yeah, the glasses were extra-ordinarily hot and cute and she loved them because they were totally out there and she wanted more. And he was grinning too, and although that was kind of odd, it was odd to say that she was kinda glad that she'd amused him. Wow, her actually amusing Trevor! That was something that didn't happen often! She grinned again as she saw him slip his feet into her slippers and practically moan in amazement. God, if that was what he reacted like to slippers, how the hell would he be when having sex? "I know, they're hot right, as in like super soft, absolutely cute and amazing."[/color] She said with an enthusiastic grin. What was she doing? She watched him toss out his shoes. That was a good job, because she'd end up tripping over them if they were still left in the kitchen. She was like that, sometimes. She wasn't that bad, but when she was half asleep, wow was she clumsier than a, well, a clumsy person. yeah. that made sense. He looked slightly confused, why? ”What’s up, they’re comfy right?”[/color] She asked with a frown, wondering why the hell she was wondering what was up with him.

"I know, it's me being exceptionally nice to you. I've been so nice even I'm surprised"[/color] Annie joked, knowing that it was actually possible for her to be nicer, just not nicer to him. He'd tested her patients and her limits in the past, and not to mention put a strain on control, because if they had not been in the middle of a sweetshop, she didn't know how far she would have gone with him, but it probably would have been farther than that. Not that she was about to tell him that because he'd get all exited, but disappointed because he'd missed his first chance, and think that he'd be able t get her to consider it again, but that wasn't going to happen. Was it? okay, maybe it was. she wasn't about to think about it. okay, she was thinking about it, and it was sounding more and more appealing as it went along. She could even imagine it slightly. how wrong was that? She was meant to be stopping thoughts like this about him. Damn her hormones. Looked like soon enough Trevor would get lucky. If he gave it that push. No. she couldn't. she wouldn't. would she? damn. she wasn't thinking about this. but he looked cute when he smiled. no. no. no. "Well that's a shame, and I was about to offer sex."[/color] She returned easily, sounding completely serious. although that was because she was partly serious. not that she'd let him know that. "Meh, I have a sleeping bag that you can borrow in the event of a terrible storm. but don't think you're inviting yourself around every time you get scared of thunder"[/color] She said with a shrug, smirking. "Quit imagining it, you perv."[/color] She retorted with a smirk, understanding from the undertones of his voice that he was imagining it and liking it. ew.


"Aww, your a big boy, I don't need to draw you a map"[/color] Annie replied, smiling over at him in a mocking, sweet smile, just to annoy him. It was really bad that she was wishing that he was wearing just that ruffled apron. Only because she'd get laughs out of it, of course, but that was beyond the point. She was not imagining him naked, or slightly naked in her kitchen. not at all. She had to admit though, that a guy who could cook was hot, and as she was watching him move around her kitchen and finding all the stuff he needed, well that was kind of cute and sweet, in an odd, Trevor kind of way. Yes, he had his own odd way of sweet. Not that she could define exactly what that way was. God, she was slightly obsessing. stopping now. "Who says I wear underwear, lingerie or otherwise?"[/color] She asked, before laughing at the idea of going full commando all the time. She did have underwear, and incidentally, she may have had lingerie for him to look at. But not bought for him, or for Chris. She'd bought it for herself, and for no one else. "Well that is kind of hot for a guy. I do love a guy who cooks."[/color] She said without thinking, and then snapped her concentration back, wishing she'd not said that at all.

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[trevor anthony schumacher]

"Wow, that was so thoughtful of you," Trevor replied sarcastically, though he still had trouble believing that she was lying. She just seemed so.. serious! Gah, why did she always do that?! Talk about traumatizing. One second he thought he understood her ways, but sometimes he couldn't understand her. There were those rare occasions that she actually was serious when she acted like this, but at that moment he just couldn't tell. It seemed like some sort of lie, though, but he couldn't assume. He'd just leave it at that, before he ripped his hair out. Why did this bother him so much, anyway? "Well sorry I always think of purses as those huge honkers that take up an entire seat in a movie theater!" he replied with a roll of his eyes, "I mean, really, it's just natural for someone to have a wallet inside of their purse," he added with a small shrug of his shoulders, "I don't wanna leave! We're just getting started," he told her, returning the smirk. It wasn't going to be that easy to get rid of him. She'd have to throw him out. And even then, he would stay outside of the door just to annoy her.

It was pretty amusing that they had something in common. She liked colorful classes such as those, as did he. Which would explain why he had so many. He felt actually hotter when he wore them. He felt like they attracted attention because they were so visually loud, which was something he loved a lot. Was he actually happy that she was enjoying herself, and he had actually been the cause of that? No, of course not! Or maybe a little, but he wouldn't admit to that, "Yes, they are on fire. I'll totally go into town like this. I'd be lookin' hot. We could go out lookin' like this and we'd be just hot," he replied, wiggling his feet around a little, until he realized that he had actually, in a way, just called Annie hot. Ew, he told himself he didn't want to admit that to her. Maybe he could act like he didn't realize what he said? Sure, let's go about our lives like normal! "Yep, yep.. they're uh, they're delicious," he replied casually, looking down at the cute slippers that now graced his feet. He couldn't wait to wear them around his common room. That would be hot.

"Yeah. I'm afraid it might mean you're sick or something," Trev joked in reply as he added the water needed into the bowl of mix and began to stir it with one of the large spoons he had found. It brought him back to memories of his childhood where he would get a spanking with a spoon just like that if he misbehaved. Which was frequently, "Really? Well.. I would have had to decline the offer," he lied easily as he began to heat up the pan he would be cooking in, then resumed mixing the bowl. He didn't want to seem desperate, "Or, if you really wanted to.." he trailed off with a shrug of his shoulders, his eyes on the bowl he was mixing, "The guest should get the bed. Just sayin'," he responded, then examined the chocolate chips. It was always easier to add them after you had the pancake formed on the pan, that way they didn't sink to the bottom of the mix, "Psh, I'm so not," he assured her, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling, though she probably couldn't see them. He shook the images from his head as he let his hand hover over the pan, seeing if it was hot enough.

"Yeah, well, I have been in here several times while you weren't around, so I figured out where everything was," he replied, pouring some mix onto the pan to form one, lonely pancake. He dug his hand into the bag of chocolate chips, then sprinkled them on the top. He turned around to face Annie in time to see that stupid, sweet smile on her face that always managed to piss him off, because she always seemed to be teasing him. He snorted as he turned to grab a spatula, trying to keep his face from revealing that he was receiving some more spicy mental images, "You confuse me too much. Just stop talking," he joked, examining the lonely pancake. He paused for a moment, thinking she was serious. His mind then instantly told him she wasn't. She was obviously just trying to get to him again with that little comment she made, "Ha, very funny.You probably think I'm even more gay, now, because we all know women belong in the kitchen." And with that, he had just remembered that he had forgotten to use some non-stick spray. Maybe the pan was good enough that it wouldn't stick, anyway.

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"I know, I'm actually starting to freak myself out with how nice I'm being! I still hate you."

[/color] Annie added on the end, smirking as she said it. Okay, apart from the incessant flirting, sexual references and insults, Trevor really wasn't a bad person. For instance, he had a decent sense of style, with those glasses and whatever. She really liked them, they were hot and she wanted more of them. She'd have to go look for them or something when she went home. She'd drag some of her friends from home out after them, like Tim and Craig, they'd go. Ahh that would be great. She loved those glasses! And she had to admit that the slippers looked cute on him. "Actually, bag purses tend to be small, like clutches or something."[/color] She stated, and that was probably where the name came from, because they were so small like an actual purse. It was surprising that purses actually managed to fit inside them. "I didn't think you'd chose to go, somehow."[/color] She said with a smirk, once again being proved right about him. She knew him so well that it scared her, but at the same time, knowing him wasn't so bad.

It was weird that they had something in common, but at the same time, it didn't feel as odd as she'd expected. In fact, she found it amusing that they had some of the same taste in stuff. Like the glasses and the slippers. Okay, so she'd not chosen the slippers, but she'd loved them and whatever before, so it was the same thing. "You'll go into town in slippers? Get lost, I've done that like tons of times!"[/color] She said laughing as she remembered the looks she got when she walked down in the slippers to get something to eat or get some milk and stuff from the store. She got some funny looks, but she could care less. She knew she looked alright, and that's all she cared about. "Yeah, we'd totally be like, the hottest people in the village."[/color] She said with a kind of lopsided grin. did she seriously say we? Nope, and he didn't either. She was going to pretend that neither of them said we, as long as he was, but they'd both just called each other hot. "Yeah, they're, uh, awesome. But that's because you know, I technically picked them and stuff. Because they're hot. Like these glasses."[/color] She answered, totally going out of it for a second, and losing any composure that she had. She pulled herself together, and shook all thoughts from her head. She wasn't going to be easy for him. No way. she'd promised herself that.

"Oh no! I need to go see a doctor!"[/color] She joked, running her hands through her hair and slipping off the side of the counter. She moved to the fridge and grabbed the carton of orange juice that she kept in there, and took two glasses out of the cupboard and poured some juice into them. She pushed one of the glasses toward Trevor and started to drink out of the other one. She didn't care if he didn't like it, because she would feel rude if she didn't pour him one. "Oh really?"[/color] She said, laughing and raising an eyebrow. like Trevor would decline sex with anyone. Well, maybe with a guy, but she wasn't a guy, so he'd never decline sex. Besides, she knew that he must think she was slightly hot, considering the noticeable lump that had appeared when they'd last made out. wow. she shouldn't think about that, because the minty taste of his toothpaste came back to her every time and it kind of left her wanting more. which was wrong. it was Trevor. "Nah, if you don't want to then forget I said anything"[/color] She joked, keeping a straight face. "It's my bed. I wouldn't give it up for a guest. when Chris slept over he had the-"[/color] She said without thinking, and then her face fell slightly. She missed him. it still was hard to think about him, but she was getting over him, slowly. And acting like she was over him was helping her out. "Sure you're not."[/color] She recovered, noticing his eye roll, and smirking, although the smirk was half hearted.

Annie raised her eyebrows, wondering if he was telling the truth. No, he wouldn't have. "Sure, like I wouldn't have noticed that"[/color] She murmured, scratching the back of her neck and hoping he was lying. there was no way he would have got inside. of course he was lying. "everyone confuses you. I do wear underwear, but not if I go to bed in the summer, because a lot of the time it's too hot, and I need to sleep naked to keep me cool"[/color] She said, keeping a straight face, trying not to laugh. She'd only ever slept naked once, and that was the hottest day she'd ever encountered, when clothes literally were too much. When he suggested that she was joking about the cooking thing, she sighed and shook her head, finishing off her orange juice. "Believe I was joking if you want, but a guy who can cook is hot. Like, I'd want to be with someone who could cook well enough to bring us breakfast in bed randomly, on impulse, and who didn't need me to get up and cook it. And a woman's place is not in the kitchen, anyone can cook."[/color] She murmured, obviously meaning regardless of gender. because not everyone was good at cooking. Many people shouldn't cook. ever.
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[trevor anthony schumacher]

"Yeah, it's actually a bit.. disturbing," he began. It actually was, somewhat. For her, at least. Usually she was chewing his head off or making him want to rip his hair our, or something of that sort. Maybe she actually was a nice person, just not to him, "And, the feeling's mutual, don't worry," he added with a huge fake grin, trying to ignore that stupid smirk she wore. One day he was doing to tape her mouth shut. Then she couldn't do anything with her mouth, including speak. Then again, her mouth was useful on some occasions, "Well you should see my mom's 'purse'. It doesn't have an extra purse in it. It's the size of a house. Seriously, she would have to buy an extra plane ticket for it," he explained, still trying to argue over this topic. It was pointless, but Trevor always loved a good, pointless argument, "I mean, I barely ever see people use those little purses anymore. Well, at least, muggle people. They need enough room for their thirty different electronics, a book, and a change of clothes. It's ridiculous," he continued dramatically, "It's like, seriously, a change of clothes? Why? And then I would get the 'better safe than sorry', then I'd be tempted to push them into a puddle of mud. Annoyance," he babbled on, finally having to pause to catch his breath, "I can go if I want to. I just don't want to," he responded childishly.

Moving around with the slippers on was much more comfortable than the shoes. He wasn't hating on his amazing shoes, of course, but these were just soft and warm, and pleasing to the feet. He just felt, for a moment, like walking around in circles, "I also go into town in my pajamas, actually. I'm pretty dope like that," he responded with another one of his goofy grins, "People look at you like you're some idiot who's too lazy to get dressed in the morning. Which I am, but also because they're comfy. I have cow printed pajamas. There hot, and they would look wicked with these slippers," he told her, shuffling his feet around. He loved his cow printed pajamas. Most people wouldn't expect him to have an actual pair of fleece pajamas, with the pants and everything. But he did, and he wore them frequently, "Well, we already are the hottest people in the village, but this just completes us," he explained without thinking, then felt like hitting himself. He really needed to try out that whole 'think before you speak' thing. He didn't want Annie to get cocky if he kept implying that she was hot. Then again, she had said we, hadn't she? Maybe he was hearing things, "Yeah, that's.. that's nice. You have good taste in slippers.. and glasses.. and stuff," he mumbled awkwardly.

It was about time to flip the pancake since it had started to bubble, so he took the spatula and wedged it underneath. It didn't seem to stick that much, which was a relief. Maybe it was just because of his mad cooking skills, or the world wanted to be nice to him, for once. He flipped the pancake easily, luckily having yet to make any sort of mess, "You do, really. You better not be contagious, or I will totally flip out," he eyed here seriously, though it was a joke, "It's a shame that I'm allergic to orange juice," he added as he watched Annie fill the two cups, his tone still serious. He took the glass that she wasn't drinking from and took a sip. He swallowed, made a horrified face, and then began to fake gag. This lasted for about five seconds before he began to laugh. The laughter lasted a couple moments before he was able to compose himself, "Just kidding, by the way. Orange juice is hot. Not temperature wise but, ya know.." he added lamely, "Yeah, well, you know.. I don't really want crabs from you or anything," he lied, trying to keep a straight face, but failing miserably when another grin appeared. What was wrong with him today? He was usually good at being able to fool people with his mock seriousness. His eyebrows rose when she mentioned Chris, "Ah, I see you still haven't forgotten about him," Trev muttered casually, though his tone didn't come out as casual as he would have liked. Ew, what was wrong with him!? He was dying. Or her house had some weird effect on him. Or both.

"I am very sneaky. Like a ninja, sneaky," he explained, as he roamed her cabinets for a plate. Finding one, he placed it down on the counter near the pan where the pancake was nearly done, "I actually sleep here sometimes. Your couch is very nice on the back. But I still haven't been able to try out your bed. I fear that if I did that when you weren't around, you'd still notice, somehow. Then you'd find me and kill me, or worse, castrate me," he told her, his eyes on the pancake. He swallowed carefully, once again greeted with a mental image just because of one sentence she could say, "Well, that's.. that's.. nice," he squeaked out, instantly wanting to beat himself up for the odd sound of his voice. He cleared his voice before speaking once more, "Another thing we have in common," he added with a smirk. That was a lie, though. He had never gone all nude, even on the hottest of days. He just liked wearing clothes when he went to bed, in fear someone would violate him in the middle of his sleep. He took the spatula and managed to get the pancake off the pan in one piece, plopping it down on the plate. He poured some more mix into the pan, sprinkling some chocolate chips on the next pancake, and managed to find the silverware. He grabbed a fork, and the syrup he had already taken out. He turned to Annie, "Well, here's the first pancake.. You can do the syrup thing. Syrup is nasty and gets everywhere. I don't get why you don't just eat pancakes with your hand, but whatever.." he trailed off with a shrug, "Just try not to have an orgasm when you eat this. I know I'm good, but still," he joked, smirking. Sure, it wasn't completely made by him, being that it was from a box mix, but he still had to cook it and add the chocolate chips. Though, that wasn't that hard, "So does this make me even hotter, then?" he asked hopefully.

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"Tell me about it, I mean, maybe I am sick"

[/color] Annie joked, wondering what was making them get on so well. It was odd, but usually she'd be biting his head off about stupid things, and messing with his head as much as ten times as many as this, so there was something wrong. Wow, she needed to pull herself together, and crank out some crazy spectacular insults. "I don't doubt it's mutual"[/color] She returned. What the hell was that? no witty, snappy comment? She could have even said 'like your mom' or something and it would have been a better insult than what she'd said. it didn't even count as an insult! that was pretty pathetic. At least it seemed that her smirk had hit home. Good, that seemed to annoy him perfectly. "I know, there are some HUGE ones and it's like, dude, if you only knew about magic, then you could use it to make the bag bigger and save yourself arm ache"[/color] She replied in a perfectly normal tone. What was going on with her? one minute she wanted biting insults, and then the next, was talking to him perfectly fine. this was torture. "I know! Better safe than sorry. what, did you think that you would get an urge to dive into a puddle or something whilst out?"[/color] Annie replied laughing. okay, now she was feeling weird. "Okay, fine. Stay, go, whatever."[/color] She returned, smirking again. She knew he'd say that.

Annie laughed at the mental image of him shopping in his pyjamas. she couldn't help it, it was just so funny! Especially when he said he had cow print ones or whatever, because that sounded beyond awesome, and she wanted to see them. "Me too! Well, yeah, not technically in my pyjamas because they're usually shorts and strappy tops, if I'm wearing any so I don't think it's appropriate."[/color] She said honestly, copying his grin, as if it was infectious. She hoped that was the only infectious thing about him, she'd just worn his. no. her, glasses! She'd risk infection for them though because they were so hot. "These glasses will go perfectly with like, everything i have to wear, so I'm sorted for life."[/color] She said, still grinning like a person who was around their friends. Why was she grinning like that? Crazy person. There he went, calling her hot again. "Yeah, like the final touch to make us like, gods or something"[/color] She continued unthinkingly. Wow, now she'd compared him to a god or something? this was beyond! But he did look hot in the slippers and the apron. She needed to stop that thought now. "Yeah, same, they're both hot"[/color] She murmered, this was kind of awkward. Wow they were actually seriously complimenting each other without making it sarcastic so it looked like they hadn't complimented each other, which was pretty much what they'd stuck to in the past.

Annie raised her eyebrows at him when he said she did. "I'm not contagious."[/color] She answered, wondering what the hell he was on about, and what he was on. "Aww pity"[/color] She returned, not sure if he was lying. he took it anyway, and when he had a sip, and then started to gag, Annie watched him, wondering if he was like, choking or something. She was about to tell him that if he was hoping for mouth to mouth, he wasn't getting any, when he started to laugh. "Haha that's very funny. I do love juice though"[/color] She said with a shrug, knowing what he meant. "Yeah and I don't want to put myself at risk of the warehouse full of sti's that you have. I bet some of them haven't even been named yet"[/color] She replied, with a smug smile. When he mentioned Chris, he sounded slightly different. Concerned? No way. "Oh no, he's long forgotten. who is he?"[/color] She returned, although it was unconvincing and half hearted.

Annie crossed her arms and surveyed him, but she could tell he was lying. practically. He was lying, she'd have known if he'd been in her house. When he checked some cupboards for a plate she knew he was messing with her and rolled her eyes but played along, hoping to find some time to mess with his head. "castrate, probably. more painful. but then you wouldn't be of any use."[/color] She joked, smirking again. He'd be of even less use if he was dead, but that wasn't the point. She could see the mental images invade his mind as if he were watching it on screen. score on the messing with his head thing. "Yeah it is, it's always all cool and stuff then. but sometimes, I'm still too hot, and have to like, remove all blankets because I'm just that hot."[/color] she replied, adding fuel to the fire and managing to stop herself laughing. She watched him flip the pancake again and then put it on a plate and hand it to her. She took the plate and the syrup and squeezed it all over the pancakes, although not too much so she couldn't taste the flavour. "Syrup is sweet"[/color] She said with a shrug, taking a fork and cutting some off. Eat it with her hands, seriously? ew. it wasn't pizza. "I'll try"[/color] She joked, taking a bite. it was good. very good. too good for words. Wow. "Possibly. maybe. yes."[/color] She answered, too lost in the yumminess of the pancakes to think of a decent response. she took another bite. wow, they were good.
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[trevor anthony schumacher]

“I’m pretty sure you have the Nice Disease,” he responded easily, “Have you been around anyone nice lately that you could’ve gotten it from?” he asked, “Oh, yes, me,” he added jokingly, running a hand admiringly over the silly apron he wore. He honestly could never see Annie wearing something like this. For some reason, the image just could not appear in his head. It just didn’t seem ‘her’ at all. That was probably why it was a joke gift, “Good.. you shouldn’t.. doubt anything,” he returned lamely. Was it possible to get even more stupid than he already was? Well, he had just achieved that. He thought he was getting over the lame responses, but apparently, they just kept coming. Then again, he couldn’t help but notice that Annie seemed off her game, as well, even if it was just a little. Maybe it was the atmosphere. Or, he could have been imagining things, “I feel a bit sorry for muggles. But then again, I feel all special in my family. But I also feel like I’m cheating whenever I use magic, somehow,” he said, “I mean, I could be too lazy to get up and get something, so I conjure it toward me. That’s kind of pathetic, but fun,” he admitted, “I mean, I have a bag purse, and I don’t keep a change of clothes in it. That’s lame. I just have my tampons, my brush, some perfume, and some make-up,” he joked easily with the goofy grin gracing his lips yet again, “You obviously want me here, or you would have kicked me out already,” he teased.

“Well, I see people walk around in worse than that, trust me. And they actually did get dressed in the morning,” he admitted with a laugh, still finding that he would get mental images each time Annie would describe something she wore, or didn’t wear. It was actually getting annoying. Could he not think of something else!? He really needed a face punch. Maybe that would rattle his brain back into place, “I’ve always wondered.. How much do prostitutes charge?” he asked aloud, completely random. He was actually curious as to this, since he never did need their services. Was it a lot, like hundreds? Oh, it was a mystery to him. It probably range from person to person, “Is it an hourly rate?” he added curiously. How did he expect Annie to know, anyway? “Yeah, they’d even go well with everything you didn’t wear. You know, all natural.. your birthday suit.. all in the nude.. undressed,” he continued on. He paused for a moment, the grin still upon his face, as he dissected her words. She was totally calling him a god, “Wow, thanks for that. Do you really want my ego to get any bigger than you say it already is?” he asked, raising his brows at her, “But, you know.. you’re pretty godly yourself.. in your own way and all..” he finished awkwardly. Wow, this was just weird, “My.. my ferret is hot.. as in pet ferret.. that isn’t a nickname for anything..”

“Yeah, yeah, of course not.. because, you know.. I’m normal.. and you’re being weird.. but I’m still being normal so.. it’s not like.. you know,” he paused to flip the next pancake, distracting himself. God, he sounded like an idiot. Sure, he sounded like an idiot a lot, but usually not this badly. He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to compose himself once more, “They bring me into this weird hospital to get me tested once a month. They actually have found some that they can’t identify. I’m sure they’ll name them after me,” he joked, but couldn’t help but start laughing right after he had finished his sentence. He inspected her carefully, and he could almost immediately tell that she wasn’t telling the exact truth. He knew for a fact that she wasn’t over Chris. It was almost too obvious, especially with that half-hearted comment right there, “Uh-huh, I’m sure. You know what would be good for you? A.. mind erasing thing. That only erases certain memories. That’s what you need. So you can forget about Chris altogether, but nothing else,” he suggested.

“Yeah, if you killed me without getting too violent about it, they could probably donate my organs to needy people and stuff. So, you’re right, I’d be less of use if you tried that out. You’d probably enjoy it, though, more so than killing me, because you’re twisted like that,” he joked. He turned back to stare at the second cooking pancake that was almost finished, swallowing as he tried to clear out his dirty thoughts. Why did she always have to do that? “That, um.. that heats me,” he stuttered. Why did he have to speak? That just made it worse. Damn, now he was the one in need of some tape to cover his stupid, yapping mouth. He watched her squeeze the syrup onto her plate, making a disgusted face at her, “That’s just nasty. It gets all sticky and gets all over the place. It’s annoying and weird,” he explained, "And that is so what she said," he couldn't help but add to his own statement, “Eating it with your hands is quick, and even saves dishes,” he added. His eyebrows raised as she took her first bite, “Did you just have a mouthgasm?” he asked, smirking, hoping and praying that she wasn’t just faking it, “You know, I’m not just good in the kitchen.”

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"Probably. I don't know. No one that I can recall"

[/color] She answered, waiting for him to say it was him. When he did she smirked and rolled her eyes. "I knew that somehow you were going to say that"[/color] Annie replied laughing, but not denying it, because she had spent an awful lot of time with him lately. And the real proper him did seem very nice, when he wasn't constantly talking about his pen is and what heated him and stuff. Oh my god, she totally just complimented Trevor's personality mentally. that was creepy. What was she doing? He was an ass and she hated him. completely and utterly hated him. Anyway. "I don't doubt much at all actually."[/color] She answered, not quite sure what you should say to that, but she sort of wanted the last word on that part of the hate conversation. She liked the last word, it rocked her stripy and awesome socks that she had in the drawer in her room. She liked odd socks. odd socks were amazing! She loved buying colourful things, and the socks that you could get were always an amazingly colourful experience. She loved them. a lot. "Your parents are muggle? I didn't know about them"[/color] She said with a shrug. When he explained the lazyness story, it so sounded like her. She had not long turned seventeen, and had been making the best of her ability to use magic outside of school. Accio was one of her favourite spells because it catered for her lazyness perfectly. "Sounds about right, but you forgot your copious supply of candy and your strawberry shampoo, just in case!"[/color] Annie joked laughing again. His goofy grin was kind of funny. it suited him. "Okay, I confess, I want you here to cook me pancakes. that's all"[/color] She said with a shrug and a smirk. She was looking forward to those pancakes.

"Awh I hate bad taste. I mean I'm all for colourful, and sometimes twenty different colours works for some people, like us. but not for everyone, and it's like just look in the mirror. Please."[/color] She said with a fake shudder, remembering the time when she saw this one girl who really was a major fashion disaster. It was like, terrible. When he started talking about whores, Annie's jaw nearly dropped. "Ask your mother, see how much she earns for a living"[/color] Annie retorted, about ready to punch him. Why was she not punching him? When he asked about the rate again, Annie couldn't stop herself and her arm reached out before she could stop it, not that she would, and she slapped him across the face. "I will take a lot of shit from people, but I am not a whore. I've only ever stood there when one person called me a whore and that's because I loved him."[/color] She murmured, clearly pissed off, and remembering when Chris had used that word to describe her. Ah that was painful. She had to stop thinking about that. Some tears moved into her eyes and she wiped them away quickly, along with the memory of Chris. "I'm sure they would match my birthday suit. Shall we test that theory?"[/color] Annie asked, taking her mind off Chris and turning back to teasing Trevor. She laughed again so he knew she was joking and smirked at him. "Yes, I know I am. I am like, the head God"[/color] She replied uneasily when he complimented her. What was he after? Scratch that, she knew what he was after. "I was going to say, and your ferret is not a nickname for your pen is, is it?"[/color] She asked, using the well known muggle joke reference to man parts for the hell of it.

"And you say weird like it's a bad thing"[/color] She said with another shrug. She was odd, random and weird, but that was better than the usual names that she got called. Annie really didn't mind being called weird, although the words like whore, slut and such were hurtful, especially considering that she was a virgin, making it uncalled for. Annie laughed as he carried on her joke about STI's. "that doesn't surprise me"[/color] She returned, laughing as she imagined some of the names. "Hey my name's annie and I've got schumachers disease. I didn't use protection. woops"[/color] She said, mimicking the way that addicts introduce themselves at meetings, before breaking down and laughing again. "I actually thought about obliviate, but it would go wrong knowing me"[/color] She murmured, glancing at her feet and biting her lip for a second, stopping herself from starting to cry. She looked back up at him when she was sure that there wouldn't be a waterfall of tears, and she pulled her lips into a badly composed smile, the taste of cherry from her lip balm invading her mouth. She didn’t want to keep talking about Chris. What she needed was a distraction. Maybe he’d be the distraction that she needed. Maybe.

"Not if you really do have infections, they test for that sort of stuff"[/color] Annie joked, as she couldn't imagine him having a donor card or whatever. She didn't have one. Maybe she should get one. Could she donate blood? Becuase like, her blood was all magical and stuff, so maybe if it got transferred into muggles they'd start showing signs of magic. just an odd thought there. She laughed again as he said that heated him. seriously, everything heated him. "Everything heats you."[/color] She said, reaching across and tickling him in the side quickly and gently, before laughing some more. that probably heated him. "It's lush and sweet! it's like pure sugar. talk about sugar rush"[/color] She said, cutting some more of her pancake off and eating it. it was pretty damned good! "I love that saying. we always do 'that's what she said' at home, it's lolworthy"[/color] She said with another laugh. what was with her? "Maybe. they are pretty good"[/color] She answered with a shrug. when she heard his next words, she knew she had a choice to make. "I know, your also good at kissing and comebacks. Kudos on the third thing you can do well"[/color] She said, leaving a short pause and then eating some more pancakes. She'd kind of made her mind up what she was going to do.
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