tampered | Ready Or Not, Gonna Make It To The City...

When; May 19^th, from sunset to evening and beyond! (Just watch out for midnight, Cinderella...)
Rating; G to PG-13?
Characters; Anyone and everyone...and maybe a few more
Summary; Finals are over, the spring dance is here--finally a way for everyone, student and teacher, to relax! All the planning, preparation, and hard work has paid off. Students of all ages and grades are invited, and their teachers are sure to be there too. The school superintendents (read: the Deities) have done their very best to light up the Square. So whether you're from Westerberg High, Trinity Girls' School, Cutler's, Bikini Bottom Middle, or City U, you must have received your engraved invitation by now. Dress is formal, but the occasion is celebratory. Come one, come all. (And even those who aren't cursed may still come to take in the decorations, the food, the entertainment, and the merriment... or they can take pictures for blackmail when this is over.) So come and spend an evening under the stars...
Log;

[This is an open log for the Fast Times at City High dance event! Tags can be open or directed to another character--just throw a label in the subject line. Feel free to NPC wait staff, refreshments, music, and anything else you might encounter at such a soiree. Have fun!]

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"Oh," Charlie's smile softens some and she's briefly tempted to tuck hair behind her ear, a rare nervous habit because Charlie doesn't get nervous. But there's something about the way she smiles, maybe, that suggests that there's something about this conversation she likes. And she's a bit relieved they're having it.

She doesn't think a relationship would ruin things, honestly. She wouldn't let it. And, really, it wouldn't be that much different from now, would it?

Rosella is winning, here, and Charlie is actually okay with it.

"Well," Charlie speaks confidently, hoping it helps Merlin somehow. "I...don't mind the idea of 'us'. Rosella's version of 'us'." She's smiling more, a bit shyly. Okay, maybe she does get a bit nervous on occasion but the aforementioned confidence? Still in her voice as she speaks. "In fact, I really like that idea. Mainly because I've realized I really like you."

Isn't it rather movie-esque to have this conversation during a slow dance and all too? At the same time it makes Merlin feel a little silly, it feels rather... appropriate. And why the hell not?

"I always knew I really like you," he says, expression bashful as his gaze briefly flickers to the side. "I just haven't considered it to be... like that. I'm not sure I really know yet, either, but maybe it's not that important." And he snorts softly. "Not that it would be Rosella's version, then, but ours."

It's beginning to sound like a better and better idea, too. It's not like things would be very different, and he thinks that's the greatest part of it.

Charlie's face is still a touch red and her grin has returned. He's always liked her? That...for about a second, she thought that didn't sound right but the more she thought about it, the more she took into consideration how they were with each other, she was sure she'd missed something and clearly had to work on her observation skills.

"Our version." Theirs. All theirs. She liked that a lot. "So...what do we do now?"

Merlin shrugs. "It wouldn't surprise me if there are people we could ask who could give us this sort of pattern and some rules to follow or something, like first, second and third base and second date you do this and fourth you do that and..." He shakes his head with a soft laugh carried on an exhale. "But I guess we just... do what we feel like doing?"

They've always done that, so why stop?

"So basically, we're just going with it?" She considers this a moment, head tilted slightly and teeth worrying her lower lip a tad before she nods once. "That works. That sounds like how we usually do things. Make our own rules, and all."

This is about when the song is over and since Charlie isn't much for dancing, she looks up at Merlin before tilting her head towards a vacant part of the square. It's a bit far off but the crowd around them was getting loud and she'd rather not shout the conversation from here out.

"Exactly."

He knew Charlie would understand. And he doesn't need anymore motioning than that to slip his hand into hers and tug her with him in that direction.

She follows, stopping long enough to remove the heels she was wearing with a sigh, looking at them with mild dislike. "Never, ever let me wear heels again. I don't care what the occasion is."

When they're far enough away from the crowd, Charlie turns and faces Merlin, arms going around his shoulders again. "Now that I have you to myself and my ears are done ringing...are we...are we an 'us' now or are we waiting for something big to happen to make it official?"

Have him to herself...

Merlin very much likes the sound of that. Not like they don't usually have one another to themselves, but... Heh. It just has a different ring to it now. And he slides his arms back around Charlie's waist because why not.

"I think we can say we're an us."

It's not really that much different. It just has another meaning, this time.

Edited 2012-05-23 18:57 (UTC)

She smiles up at him, purposefully in his space a little more than usual. Her fingers run through his hair ever so gently. When he says they're an us, she's grinning again. And has turned red across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose again. It was amazing how redefining phrases they used in reference to each other all the time caused such a reaction. It was a very pleasant sort of different.

Charlie was known for acting on impulse. When she got a thought on her head, she went for it, just to see how successful she'd be.

This, though. What she had in mind? She wasn't sure if it was okay just yet so she tilted her head just a bit, a faint hint of uncertainty in her features. This was actually tough.

That she does, and Merlin notices that she seems to be having some thought right now, so he's sort of waiting for her to act on it. So for a while, he doesn't move at all but when she seems to not move further than that tilt of her head... Well, how is he supposed to read that?

If she's hesitating, then it has to be something important.

He tightens his grip around her just a bit, moves a foot back and tugs her along as he spins around, slowly, pondering. And... why stand and wonder when you can ask?

"What're you thinking?"

It is. It's very important and it's very big and these are things Charlie actually doesn't take lightly. His actions relax her some and she moves along with him, even attempting to turn it into more slow dancing, without the music.

"Well," she said, just a hint of nervousness in her voice. But, he did ask. May as well just say it. "I was wondering if it would be okay to kiss you."

"Oh."

O h, okay. That shouldn't come as a surprise, and he supposes it doesn't really, and he can't blame her for being unsure about it. It does make his cheeks flush again, just slightly, but he shrugs a little, smiles and... bends down just slightly because there's no reason Charlie should be doing all the work or something.

"Yeah. Okay."

It was okay? This shouldn't surprise her as much as it did but there she was. Surprised and happy and excited and scared and she knew full well she shouldn't be. This was her Merlin. Very much so hers and that's what made her happy.

"Good to know," she said with a grin, hands gently framing his face. She had to raise herself on tiptoes for this and she did so quite happily, taking a second to smile at him before pressing her lips against his. It wasn't a very long kiss. Just a few seconds of contact before she pulled away just slightly. Hardly an inch from him.

"How was that?"

Just a short kiss is fine. Perfectly fine. Not that Merlin would have minded if it was longer; Charlie's lips were soft and warm and they felt nice against his, like they belonged there.

Which, honestly, he would like to think they do.

He keeps his eyes closed even when Charlie pulls away, and smiles.

"It was.. nice."

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